Call me Bruce

Spiderman froze as a wave of memories swept over him, disorienting him for a moment. He could remember awakening in the street of a small California town as someone else, someone who saw his life from another angle and even knew what his future could be. The alien symbiote he was wearing for instance, it could be his best friend or worst enemy depending on his actions. From his newly acquired memories he knew it was a lot more intelligent than it seemed and that it needed more adrenaline than it was getting from him to keep itself fed. He easily came up with several different sources he could use to keep it fed off the top of his head. Synthetic adrenaline wasn't expensive and was pretty easy to acquire. He made a mental note to stop by a hospital and get some on his way home.

Leaping off the building he was on he shot out a line of webbing and swung off, heading downtown and saw that J.J. was overseeing the hanging of a huge banner in front of the Daily Bugle stating that 79.7% of New Yorkers disapproved of Spiderman.

"A little higher on the right!" Jameson called out to the maintenance men hanging the banner.

Spiderman landed quietly beside him and mentally sighed. No matter what he did Jameson smeared his name and stirred up everyone against him. His mind briefly flickered over the copied memories and suggested a new path. "Ok Jameson, you win," Spiderman said, scaring the hell out of the Newspaper editor. "Facts don't' lie and that's well over half the population, so I'm hanging up my webs."

"What?" Jameson asked in shock.

"You've convinced me, I'll leave crime fighting to the police, I quit," Spiderman said.

"Just like that?" the editor asked in disbelief.

"Your continued slander and libel I could deal with," Spiderman said with a shrug. "Sure it made the Daily Bugle more of a yellow journal than an actual paper, but it's not like a faceless person could sue you and revealing my identity puts my loved ones in danger. None of that is important however, what's important is that you've convinced me, I quit."

Robbie the assistant editor came out just after Spiderman had left. "Jonah the banner is misleading, it's not 79 percent of New Yorker that disapproves of Spiderman, it's 79 percent of New Yorkers that subscribe to the Daily Bugle. You really shouldn't hang this up Jonah. Jonah?"

"I won," Jameson said in wonder.

"Won?" Robbie asked confused.

"Spiderman just quit," Jameson said proudly.

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Spiderman snuck in through the skylight and was just about to remove his costume when he remembered what it actually was and started experimenting to see what he could do with it. He could see, hear, taste, smell and feel out of any part of it. He could see in infrared, hear in ultrasonic ranges and isolate scent trails like a bloodhound. He could blend in with the background like a chameleon, make the suit an extension of himself and look like anyone, male or female. He gave himself a little height and muscle volume, darkened his hair and added a bit below the belt. He'd barely used any of the suit's capabilities before and he was really liking what he'd found so far.

The door opened behind him and the symbiote, flush with adrenaline began releasing pheromones to assist in the host's reproductive duties as his sometime partner, and sometime girlfriend entered the loft, with a dark haired young woman with a streak of white in her hair.

"Oh," Mary Jane said seeing the idealized version of Peter in front of her.

"My," Felicia Hardy added, the pheromones already affecting her.

"God," Rogue breathed libido warring with despair at not being able to touch anyone because of her power.

"Oops!" Peter froze at the sight of the three as the suit quickly trigged an increase in hormones and readied him for 'work'.

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Peter awoke in a tangle of naked limbs. "Meh?" he asked, not quite awake.

"Wow,'' Felicia said stretching. "That was one for the record books."

"What?" Mary Jane asked, the movement of the two waking her up.

"Peter mutated into a sex god," Felicia said with a purr.

"Mutant?" Rogue asked, waking up and freezing at the feeling of several people's naked skin against hers. "Why aren't I sucking the life out of you all?"

"You weren't that good," Peter said rolling his eyes.

"She was close," Mary Jane defended Rogue's oral skills.

"True," Peter and Felicity chorused, before the three broke up in laughter.

"I-I'm a mutant," Rogue explained slowly. "I haven't touched anyone without involuntarily draining their life since I was thirteen." She was hugged by all her bedmates.

"I'm bonded to an alien battle suit," Peter said as his symbiote provided him data, "It provided a temporary solution by giving you a limited symbiote that covers your skin undetectably. Just will it to pull back and you can still drain people."

"Really?" Rogue asked in shock.

"Yeah, just stop by once a month and I'll recharge it for you," Peter promised.

"This is a little out of character for us all," Felicia said with a frown.

"I'm pretty sure Peter wouldn't turn down us coming on to him like we did," Mary Jane said.

"I haven't gotten to touch anyone like that since forever," Rogue said. "I'd jump at the chance just the way I did."

"Ok fine," Felicia said rolling her eyes. "I'm certainly not complaining, but it's something I never expected me or MJ to go for."

"True," MJ admitted. "And Peter did look even more attractive than usual."

"I was using the suit to tweek my looks," Peter admitted. "I thought I might look better a little thicker and taller with darker hair."

"Nah, it was probably the Long Island iced teas we had with lunch," Felicia decided.

"So sex once a month and I don't have to worry about accidentally draining people?" Rogue asked. "I think I can handle that."

"Actually its sex whenever you want with whomever you want," Peter said. "I don't need to have sex with you to recharge the suit, we just have to have full body naked skin to skin contact once per month for a couple of hours. Five weeks in between charges would be fine, but I figured four just to be on the safe side."

"Sex it is," Rogue said.

The girls giggled.

"I could have sworn you had two peters at one point," MJ said.

"Number, shape, size," Peter said. "I can even change the taste if I want."

"What kind of battles did the aliens you got the suit from get into?" Felicia asked.

"It's made to be adaptable," Peter said. "You just need an imagination to exploit it."

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"Anyone seen Rogue?" Kitty asked as she sorted through the mail at the X-mansion.

"Not since yesterday," Wolverine replied as he set a plate of pancakes on the table.

"She's…busy," Xavier said, blushing and drawing the attention of everyone at the table.

"Really?" Wolverine asked.

"She ok?" Gambit asked.

"She's fine," Xavier assured Gambit. "I'd advise making sure you were well rested for when she returns home as she… misses you."

"What about her power?" Wolverine asked reading the subtext.

"I've said as much as I can without invading her privacy," Xavier said.

Wolverine nodded and began piling food on Gambit's plate. At Gambit's raised eyebrow he replied, "Pretend you're resting up before a big job that requires extensive acrobatics."

"I think I'll spend the weekend elsewhere," Kitty decided aloud, causing the majority of the X-men to voice similar plans.

Typing by: The Last Primarch!

AN: Venom is just too useful to anyone with half a brain.