"Believe it or not, I was once Spider-Man. Hero of New York. I was destined to become some kind of hero or idol in the future. A beacon of hope. A legend that someone could look up to and think 'Oh, If he could keep the world safe and out harm in the past, then we could do anything. We can build the safest world in the universe.' But alas, my entire life was stripped away right in front of my own eyes," Pete remembered how his aunt was crushed underneath Otto's claw. "But I will have my revenge on those who wronged me. SHIELD let Otto escape. It's their fault for not having him contained. The blood of my Aunt isn't in my hands, it's on theirs. Every single person in SHIELD. That includes their recruits, the Avengers, and every single one of the people involved with them. And with the help of my symbiote I will give them what they deserve."

"I'm sorry but if you're Spider-Man, why don't you look like him? And what happened to you?" A young woman asked.

She was sitting on the same bench as Peter. Her hair was pulled back into a tight, short ponytail, reaching the top part of her back. She wore a sports bra and training shorts. Sweat glistened off her skin under her neck. She gazed intently at Peter as she waited for an answer.

"Are you hungry? Cause I am. And I can't concentrate when I'm hungry," Peter sidetracked.

"Oh, uhm. Let me see I think I have something in my bag…" she rummaged through her backpack which was beside her on the floor.

She paused once she felt a shadow start to creep over her. Turning around she saw the symbiote covering the man she was talking to a second ago. The figure smiled revealing all its fangs.

"And that's also how I access my ability to change my features. By feeding."

=-=-=-Sym-=-=-=

"You know, food tastes a lot more better than it used to. Like the meat used to be stringy and dry for me, but now it's soo juicy. Everything about it is amazing," a young woman commented.

"So how did you get off the island?" an older man asked her hoping for the story to continue.

=-=-=-SC-=-=-=

"We need to get off this island, and soon."

"Unless we know how to fly, it'll be impossible."

Peter walked around in a circle. His new suit, a forest green with mahogany highlights, pulled back the mask as he crouched over the water.

"Looks like I didn't escape unscathed." He traced a deep gash that crossed his nose running underneath his eye and ended at the base of his ear. "I got Ben beat with this," he commented with a dry expression.

Wreckage of the docks had washed up on shore with him. Plywood scattered the water and beach. There were some steel beams, that somehow floated here despite their weight, half buried in the sand. Peter inspected the materials surrounding him.

"Tell me something symbiote. Are we able to incorporate or build with non-organic materials just like Flash?"

We should be able to.

Peter shot a spurt of the symbiote over at two pieces of broken plywood. The green goo wrapped itself around them and once it left the plywood was fixed up, no cracks or splinters were visible.

"Cool," he smiled as the symbiote covered up his face again. "Let's see what we can do."

-=-=-=SC=-=-=-

"So you left the island on a spider-mobile?" a man with a green beanie asked.

"You're not getting the point. I'm able to bond materials together myself. Able to reconstruct anything with organic matter as long as I've already broken them down inside me. I'm also able to turn myself into liquid goo, which should be impossible as I'm an organism that requires a brain, organs, muscle, and bones to live. I am able to do these amazing things, and all you care about is a spider-mobile?!"

-=-==-B-==-=-

Peter walked along the edge of the highway in the middle of nowhere. The black-top path was empty. Behind him, in the distance, was an approaching truck. As it started coming closer, he heard the engine. Pete stuck his thumb out, in the direction the truck was going in, signaling for a ride. It took some time but the driver finally slowed to a stop as it reached him. The Passenger window rolled down revealing a truck driver with disheveled hair and a neatly combed beard.

"What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere young man?" he asked heartily.

"Uh, I had a late night with a couple of friends and now I'm lost," Peter had managed to turn the symbiote into a tattered suit, complete with a loosely hanging tie, beer stains, and a suit jacket. He didn't have to bother with a morning beard as he had already spent quite a few days trying to get back onto the mainland.

He was able to conjure up a smell of booze though. The symbiote was quite handy with creating chemicals.

"Alright, come on up. Where you headed?" The driver waited for Peter to tie his seatbelt before he started driving again.

"Queens, New York."

"That's more than a few miles away. How did you get from there to here?"

"Uh not sure? I think my night had something to do with a joyride? The only thing I know is that I woke up at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. I think my friends abandoned me."

"That sucks. I remember when I had my own bachelor party. It got kinda crazy like your's. We had some strippers involved and…"

As the two continued their conversation to stave off the awkward silence, Peter and Sym had their own argument.

We are hungry

We'll eat once we get to the city. There are plenty of restaurants there.

We do not need trivial human food. We need to keep our strength up and grow powerful. That isn't possible without our appropriate diet.

And what would would that be?

Meat.

Peter's face drained of blood in horror at once he pieced together what the symbiote was suggesting.

"Hey kid. You alright?" the driver noticed Peter's change.

"Uh yeah, yeah. I'm okay. It's just the hangover that's followed me."

"Oh yeah. Those things are bitches…"

"Hungry." A growl distracted him from finishing his sentence.

"You say something?"

"No."

"I thought I heard someth…"

"Hungry!"

This time the trucker turned around to see a monstrous figure in Peter's place. The green goo was already encroaching the entire left side of the cabin. It gave a sinister smile revealing sharp white teeth. The man gave a shrill cry of terror as the truck swerved.

The vehicle ran into a ditch. The man tried in vain to open the door, but it was blocked by the ground which wouldn't let the door move at all. Soon the screams died down as the symbiote fed on him.

Peter finally regained control. He stared at the mess with a distant expression.

"I'm a cannibal," he stated in disbelief.

He exited the cabin and stepped down onto the ground. Blood gushed out after him. The blood stained the truck's iron body as it dribbled down to the floor. He inspected mindlessly the problem with the truck. The front tires were stuck in a ditch. The front of the truck was punched in.

"It was necessary. Humans are all evil anyway. At their core everyone is a monster." Peter finally spoke as the symbiote enveloped him again.

He slowly climbed onto the truck and wrapped himself all over it. The truck slowly crawled out of its predicament and drove back onto the road. Peter retracted from the newly repaired truck. All that was left from the ordeal were the blood stains.

"We're going to need a way to get past the Checkpoint," Peter said holding his victim's ID.

What if I told you that we can assimilate anyone we consume?

"Wait. You mean that we can morph into them?"

Yes. And the more we do this, the less messy it gets.

-==-==SSyymm==-==-

I crawled up the side of a building aiming for the roof. It felt weird. The first time I had a symbiote, it tried to take over my body. But Sym wasn't like venom, it wasn't psychotic like carnage either. They were more calm, and were actually strategic. They gave me all the previous abilities I had with venom. Organic webbing, super strength, and near invulnerability. But it also gave me a few extra abilities, and I'm still discovering new powers that come with this. I was able to liquidate, and shapeshift. We could taking any form we wanted as long as we had ingested it.

I didn't have any problem with eating people. They were evil. Humans are naturally evil and rotten to the core, with the exception of children, and had done something bad at some point. I was getting justice for so many things that they've done wrong to others and the planet itself. I was doing my job.

We pulled ourselves onto the roof. A woman in a black suit with white fur decorating the opening on her neck. Her green eyes drew us to her. Then again there are some people that can be exceptions to my rules.

"Hello Cat."

"Peter, what's the occasion?" she purred.

"You gotta stop using our name luv," we smirked, she hated when we used a ´British´ accent with her.

¨It isn't my fault that you haven't chosen a name yet for your, persona," she rebuked.

"I've told you already to call us Sym."

"That isn't a proper name. Peter is your human name, and Sym is your symbiote's name. I'm so not going to be calling you by a name that isn't really yours," she pouted.

"Fine, We'll give it more thought. But for now stop calling us Peter. We still don't even know why We even told you that name in the first place. That person is dead."

"Don't be like that. Let's go we have work to do."

-=-==-=Symbiotic=-==-=-

"So what do you think about my story?" Peter asked as he lifted a different man he'd been talking to into the air.

"I-I love your story an-and I think that you should exact revenge on everyy-one who wronged you," he stuttered in a pleading manner.

His eyes were wide in fear as he awaited his response. After what seemed like ages to him, Peter finally spoke.

"Wrong answer."

A/N

Hi everyone. Thanks for waiting patiently for this story to receive its update. If any of you have read the Miles Morales comic books then you'll know where I got my inspiration for this chapter. And don't worry, the Spi-ger shipping will still occur. It just won't be as much as a focus as I intended it to be. And if you guys have any ideas for villains, chapters, heroes, or anything at all, either PM me or comment them into the reviews. Thanks a bunch. Byeeee!