A lone figure stood on top of a skyscraper, towering over the entirety of New York City. The bright lights in the big city were lit, far brighter than it would be right at any time of day, considering it was night time. The blackened sky allowed the moon to be in full view, being contrasted nicely in conjunction with the stars further illuminating the dark sky. However, that is not the main focus.

The main focus is the figure standing on the ledge of the skyscraper, something that would make most people worry about his safety. However, this man is far more than any ordinary man.

The man was clad in a skin-tight suit, coloured in dark-grey suit, the suit shining under the moonlight in the sky. The suit looked like it had armour, for the most part, appearing on the torso, along with the armour extending from the shoulders, to the entirety of his hands. The armour had segmented at his elbows, which revealed what was underneath the armour. Odd, sinew-like, small tentacles were revealed, subtly writhing, almost as if it was alive, and being a darker-grey, bordering on black, in colour. The armour also went down to his legs, further segmenting at certain parts, exposing the sinew tentacles even more. Right on the back of his hands were black arrows, extending from his wrist.

The lenses that were on his mask were black, the same colour being applied to his emblem. The large, black spider emblem, whose four legs extended directly to his ribs, connecting with the exact same emblem etched onto his back.

Spider-Man looked at the suit that he now donned, admiring how the suit felt. After he got stabbed with a poisonous dagger by none other than Kraven The Hunter, he honestly thought he was gonna die. He remembered apologizing to MJ, his lover, for being so busy being Spider-Man. Looking back, he should've made some better choices, regarding his own personal life. Maybe, after all this Hunter business, he should take a break from being Spider-Man for a bit, in order to get his personal life back on track, and try to strike a balance between his hero duties and his love life.

Then, he was brought back, somehow, his memories taking him back to after he got stabbed.

Peter struggled to breath. Being thrown around like a ragdoll can do that to you, knocking the wind out of you with relative ease. His red and blue webbed suit was soaked as he was currently lying in a puddle. However the biggest problem was the sharp, curved, fragmented dagger wedged right above his hip, probably dug right into his liver.

However, he was far too weak to try and get it out. If Peter had to guess, it was most likely laced with some sort of toxin. One specifically crafted to weaken the target and slowly poison them from the inside. A brutal reminder of one of his villains, Scorpion, who was specifically designed to kill him, utilizing a toxin that induces hallucinations instead, and an armoured suit that is made to take hits from his spider strength, with the ability to go on for hours fighting without fatigue fazing him.

And Kraven had killed him, just like some of his other villains. He wanted to chuckle at the irony of that. He was suffering the same fate as his villains did by the hands of the person that did him in.

Just then, he felt his entire body get pulled up. Using what little strength he had left, he had pushed himself up with whoever was carrying him. "What--Where's--"

"Shh, shh," A familiar voice rang out to him. "I got you." Hoisting him up, she slung her right arm around Peter's neck. Peter recognized that voice. He could go for years and still remember that voice. It was Mary Jane, wearing a yellow sweater, blue jeans, and black boots, and her red hair that streamed from her scalp, all completely soaked, no thanks to the rain.

"I'm gonna get you outta here," Mary Jane said.

They only got to a few steps before the sound of fighting was heard. Peters ears were ringing, but he could still somewhat hear the voice of Harry Osborn, yelling to...someone, about what he did to him. Judging by what he said, he was probably focused on fighting Kraven at the minute.

However, he couldn't begin to lift his head up to see Harry kicking all kinds of ass against Kraven, who, by every definition of the word, was a master hunter. Peter had zero doubt he was trained in all manners of hunting, and had refined his skills. The only issue was how he was so strong in the first place.

All of that, at the minute, was unnecessary to think about. Right now, he had to focus on living first.

"Just think about it, Pete," MJ started. "After this, you'll have a pretty cool scar to show."

"Y-Yeah--" Peter spoke, but he could barely make out a few words. "MJ--I don't think--am I breathing?"

As the pair continued to walk, Peter heard more cries of anger coming from Harry, who was still fighting Kraven. The words they exchanged were a blur to him, but he heard something break and felt MJ push him out of the way. A sudden minor tremor ran through the ground as he heard something heavy fall right beside him.

Very quickly, he was already picked up by MJ, who was quick to assure him. "I know, I know, I know, shh, shh, just keep going."

With that, the two set off again, with Peter nearly stumbling with each step. Soon, his entire vision was blackening. "MJ, I can't...I can't see."

"Come on, Pete," MJ motivated. "Just one foot in front of the other you can do this!" She said.

"I--I'm s-so sorry...for always being so busy," Peter stuttered, feeling his body getting weaker and weaker with each passing second. Whatever was burning, whoever was fighting, whatever was actually crashing to rubble was beginning to fade to his senses. Almost as if they didn't even exist.

"Don't," MJ said, her voice filled with an authoritarian tone. "Look, we're almost..." However, she began to feel Peter's body slump right against her own. "Peter, talk to me."

"MJ..."

"No, listen Pete," MJ said, as she carried Peters' body through a destroyed segment of a wall. "We're almost there, just hang on. Just hang on!"

However, soon afterwards, Peters' body finally slumped, practically being thrown onto the ground, his body finally succumbing to both his injuries, the water on the ground making a soft splash as his body made contact with the ground.

His vision faded into black after that. Whether he actually perished or he fell unconsious, he was unsure. All he knew, was that he was practically sitting right in front of death's door, almost waiting for it to be open already.

Then he woke up...

Peter gasped as he felt new life flowing through his entire body, feeling the sensation of breathing properly, his senses have completely returned, perhaps even better than before. "What happened!?"

Turns out MJ was too in shock at Peter seemingly being resurrected just like that. So instead she just wrapped Peter in an embrace, with Peter responding in kind, rather fast actually as he did just escape the clutches of death.

And that's when he took notice of his new suit. It was armoured, much like Harry's suit, although not as heavily fortified. Gone was his trademark red and blue outfit. In its place was a grey, armoured variation of such a suit. The emblem was black, and slightly bigger than he remembered, along with the suit seemingly slimy, yet surprisingly warm. Almost immediately he could feel the power rushing through him.

It felt good. This must be what Harry felt like when he was using his suit.

Speaking of Harry, he noticed Harry appears to be knocked out, still clad in his black militaristic outfit, given his unresponsive body and closed eyes. 'Guess the fight against Kraven took a bit out of him.'

That's when his senses picked up the danger nearby. Above the roof of the abandoned zoo, more and more hunters began to drop by, swarming the building. "MJ, get Harry out of here. I've got this." Peter spoke, his voice ringing out much like a leader.

"Right!" She responded, before grabbing Harry's unconscious body, and dragging him out of the zoo, albeit with some difficulty.

Then it was just him and the Hunters...

Peter unleashed a roar, not a human one, but one befitting of a monster. The roar had shattered the ground beneath him, as his suit visibly bulged, contorting to become more veiny, his new emblem becoming more jagged. The black arrows that were once on the back of his hands were now transformed into veiny patches of black. The black lenses on his mask became just as jagged as his emblem. But that wasn't the greatest change.

Running from his shoulder blades and all the way down his back were curved, yet angular spikes, spotted unevenly amongst his back. The same spikes appeared on his forearms and his shoulders, all of them being incredibly sharp to the touch, with the ability to shred pretty much anything.

Once this transformation was done, Peter felt a whole surge of power flowing through him. Even at the height of his power, where he truly let loose, he never felt as good as this.

Some of the Hunters felt incredibly unnerved by the transformation that was displayed right in front of them. Some even felt horrified at the thought of facing Spider-Man now.

Then, he raised his hand, looking like he was about to grab someone, before it was enravelled in grey tentacles, launching a punch at one of the Hunters with enough force to send him flying straight through the animal statue that was situated behind him, shattering it to chunks, with only some grey slime being left as some residue.

As some of the other Hunters charged, at Peter's feet, tendrils formed, propelling his body as he went to throw in a right hook directly at his enemy. With just that punch, he was able to decimate the poor man right in front of him.

"How does he live?!" One of the Hunters cried out. Peter managed to hear it, but it was drowned out by the power he was feeling, before responding. "Look's like your boss' aim was terrible!!"

A stream of grey tendrils were launched from his arm once again, propelling themselves into another strike, sending them flying into one of the female Hunters towards a metal beam of the abandoned zoo, the residue slime acting as an adhesive, binding her to that pillar of cold steel.

He then jabbed his elbow hard right into torso of another Hunter, who had tried to swing his pair of swords at Peter, the acceleration of his attack being enhanced by the suits tendrils that erupted from his left side. He then used his new tendrils to reel in his enemy before he slammed a fist of compressed tendrils right down onto him, knocking him out cold.

"You're exactly what Kraven has been searching for!" One of the female Hunters called out.

"Then he should know that you don't mess with me!" Another series of trained punches, each one harder than the last, with the last one sending the trained soldier flying, directly into a concrete wall, creating a web of cracks. He then unleashed one of his gadgets, Upshot, which had sent some of the Hunters flying directly into the air, with blue energy striking them.

Just then, using his new tendril powers, he launched himself into the air, right in between the Hunters that were propelled, before he spun, sending some sort of scythe-whips around him, unleashing cuts and slicing the gear they had to ribbons, and many pieces. The Hunters were not exempt from this. Their skin receiving many cuts as well, with some blood spraying into the air.

Once he landed, the last Hunter of the group had fired some deadly rounds towards Peter. Even though they all made their mark, and despite the fact that they were high-quality rounds, they didn't seem to pierce Peter's new suit. In fact, he wouldn't have even known he had been shot at. The impact the bullets had carried didn't even scratch him or his suit. The only sign that he knew that he was being shot at was the sound of the shots, and even then they were relatively quiet, even to his senses.

Still...

Both of his arms formed into a stream of tendrils, grabbing the Hunter by his chest, before he was heaved up right into the air, and then brutally slammed into the ground.

Peter stood right in the centre of all of the chaos, just standing there and staring at his new suit. He could feel the suit enhancing him to an even greater extent. Before he could examine it, he put on the comms, telling MJ that he was on his way.

He still remembered the conversation between him, MJ, and Harry about his new suit.

"So let me get this straight," Peter started, speaking to both MJ and Harry, the latter clad in his black, militaristic outfit, with armoured plates protecting him. The two had returned to the Emily-May Foundation, shortened to EMF, after they squared up against the Hunters. Harry was currently sitting on a couch, while MJ was standing up, next to him. Peter then pointed at Harry, more specifically his suit. "Your suit somehow managed to duplicate itself, forming my new suit, and you passed out because of it?"

Both Harry and MJ looked at each other, instantly knowing that what had actually happened wasn't something that Peter was going to believe easily. "Y-Yeah, that pretty much sums it up?" Harry confirmed, although he sounded incredibly unsure of himself.

Peters' face twisted in confusion for a brief moment, before pondering the answer. Harry and MJ wouldn't really hide something from him, unless it's a surprise or something, especially as something as obscure as his new grey suit. Right now, questions needed to be answered, and the answers are needed, and the answer he needs now is what the hell Harry's suit actually is. For all that it looked like an actual military outfit, it seemed rather organic in nature. It wasn't easy to notice, unless Harry used his tendrils, but on his own suit, you can tell that the suit is something...other.

"Okay, um," Peter started. "What do we do next?"

"Well, we need to know what that suit is, first," MJ began.

"The only person who would know what it is is my dad," Harry started, before wincing at the idea. Right now, his dad, Norman Osborn, holds a slight grudge against Spider-Man, however irrational as it is. If he were to find out that Peter Parker, who Norman appreciates, of all people was Spider-Man, he would easily blow a gasket. "But...Dr. Connors was one of the reasearchers on the exosuit. Maybe he could help. Only problem is..."

"He's currently a drooling reptile right now," Peter finished, before sighing. It seems that they were all back to square one.

Just then, MJ had a lightbulb flicker on in her head. "Wait! The serum around Kraven's neck! He used that on Dr. Connors to reactivate his lizard-genes!"

Harry immediately got what she was saying, and continued on. "If we can get that serum, we can use the equipment here to engineer a cure..."

"...to free Dr. Connors from the land of the Lizard!" Peter finished. Now the three had a basis of a plan. However, the only issue was to find Kraven, and only god knows where he is. Just then, MJ noticed something began to shift outside of Peter's side. "Pete, there's something in your..."

The soft metallic clanging rung through the room they were in, until Peter noticed that it was the same blade that he was stabbed with. Peter immediately felt dizzy at the sight of it all, and even then, MJ just picked it up, unfazed at the fact that it came out of his body.

"Wait..." MJ said, as she began to analyze. "This knife..."

"I know that knife," Harry said, noticing the design of it. "I think it was at a local pawn shop in Little Odessa. After I was...released from treatment, I wandered around New York for a bit, trying to see what changed, and then I saw that antique in the window. If we head there, we could get the attention of Kraven, lure him into a trap or get him to lower his guard to grab the serum."

"Alright then, that's the next place we'll look," Peter said, his voice firm.

The statement had caught all of them off guard as Peter had said that. "Wait, Peter, you just got stabbed, for goodness sake," Harry scolded. "I mean, come on, don't you normally take a break doing this?" The statement had a great deal of merit. Harry was by no means scientist-level smart. He was a business-level smart, and in business, time management is crucial. If you don't manage your time, it can have an impact on your mental health. From his previous talks with Peter about his heroics, since Coney Island, he knew Peter was getting stressed with a bunch of other stuff, inciuding his superheroics.

"Well, I can't take a break with Kraven and his group of Hunters on the loose," Peter said.

"Yeah, but right now, there's me and Miles," Harry countered. "There's the two of us that can pick up the slack. Take a break for a bit, relax, have a good time. Me and Miles can handle this."

As much as Peter didn't want to, he knew he had to be able to trust his best friend Harry, and the only person who he could really call a little brother, Miles Morales. He was someone who had gotten bit by a genetically-enhanced super spider, just like him. It happened shortly after his father had passed, and he saw a lot of himself within Miles.

Someone who was gifted powers...and after losing someone important chose to use them for good.

"Alright," Peter agreed, albeit begrudgingly. "I'll take a break for a bit. Just a heads up though, this job is not as easy as it looks. Just to make sure, I'll get Miles in on this to help you. Right now, you are a rookie in this business, so I'm gonna get Miles to instruct you on being a hero."

Harry nodded, seeing the logic at that. Right now, he was mostly uneducated on what being a superhero means at the minute. True, he knows what it means, but knowing isn't the same as understanding. By having someone with him on his level, or a fair bit above it, he was able to get some guidance.

Furthermore, he was aware that being a hero was no joke. A single mistake could be incredibly costly. He learnt such a thing when he went up against the Hunters with Peter for the first time.

"In the meantime, I'm going to stick around at the EMF," Peter said. "Got some projects I wanna work on. We're gonna try to improve upon Miles' energy converter that was on display on the Oscorp Science Center. It can harness physical bio-fuel, however, we're planning on trying to get it to harness carbon emissions, and a bunch of other wasted gases. We can use that for a bunch of reasons, such as powering homes for electricity and heat, saving money on many things, in addition to being inplemented on cars for efficiency, ensuring a cleaner environment."

Harry gave a grin at that. When he heard about Miles Morales, he wished for him to join the EMF, noticing his passion for science. He even heard that he had created an energy converter that utilized bio-fuel in order for energy. However, he had decided on Music Technology when he would be studying at Empire State University, utilizing his talent and passion towards science and music to the fullest. However, recently, Miles has given the EMF permission to improve upon his science project.

After that talk, he heeded Harry's words, deciding to try and take some much needed relaxation time. He often found web-slinging a relaxing thing at times, but he needed to really relax, take it easy for a bit, spend some quality time with MJ.

But for now...

Using his web-shooters, he shot grey webs right at the two objects, before he took off like a slingshot, launching himself over dozens of different buildings. For the time being, he was just testing out what his new suit can actually do. Turns out, whatever the suit is made out of can replace the webs he creates via his chemistry kit. However, they were stronger, can be launched further, they were more durable, and they even last longer too. It seemed that his new suit consumed the web-fluid that he uses for his actual webs, copying the chemical composition that was required for thr webs, while also simultaneously enhancing their capabilities.

One of the reasons he didn't choose to abandon his web-shooters were for a few reasons. The first was the fact that the web-shooters ensure that his webs can be used as efficiently as possible, utilizing the least amount of web-fluid as possible for maximum results, ensuring a great deal of mileage. The second reason was that he could get a great deal of functionality out of them. He can utilize web-grenades in order to ensnare his opponents, use the web-fluid to enravel his hands to create boxing gloves, although his new suit already seemed capable of doing so, and more things out of his webs. That's not even accounting to the new design of web-shooters he was gonna be making.

In shorter terms, it was for functionality and efficiency.

It also seems that his physical strength had also went up so, when he launched himself, he went further than he actually expected. He put in the same level of strength he normally did, but it seems the suit augments each and every one of his abilities. 'I wonder how strong my Spider-Sense is now.'

His "Spider-Sense", as he called it, was one of his greatest advantages in any combat scenario. His Spider-Sense grants him complete omniscience over his surroundings to a degree, and allows him to process danger before they can even happen, and thanks to his incredibly quick reflexes, he can respond to such immediate danger with ease. Over the years, he's refined it enough so that he can identify what the danger is such as danger to his secret identity, his loves ones, etc, etc.

So for this suit to already augment his strength, who knows what it already enhanced.

It took nothing more than a good ten-minutes to reach his home with his new suit, absolutely obliterating his previous record. Once he got onto the porch, the suit peeled itself back in a vast sea of grey tentacled, practically disappearing into his body, revealing his normal civillian clothes, consisting of a white and blue checkered-shirt, with the sleeves all rolled up just below his elbows. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a grey shirt underneath. He also wore a pair of blue jeans, and black converse trainers.

Peter admired at how the suit just changed like that. "That makes my job so much easier."

Back in his early career, he often had to have backpacks scattered around the entire city, changing in and out of outfits in order to switch back and forth between his Peter Parker role and his Spider-Man role. It made handling both sides of his life incredibly difficult, but with his new suit, it will make the transition so much swifter.

He gave the door knob a turn, creaking open, revealing the wooden-carved floors of his home. The stairs were, likewise, made out of wood, much like the table near the kitchen, along with the sides of the kitchen, and the railings. Along the walls going upstairs, there were numerous picture frames hanging on the walls, filled with pictures of his Aunt May, Uncle Ben, and himself. There were also a few additions scattered around the house, which included photos of him, Miles Morales, his best friend Ganke Lee, and his own mother, Rio Morales, all huddling and smiling together at certain landmarks around New York City.

He made his way to the living room, where he saw MJ typing away on her laptop. Her hair was still soaked, and she opted to change out of her regular civilian clothes into a pair of pyjamas, consisting of a black and blue long-sleeved shirt made out of a soft cotton, and some matching loose pyjama bottoms.

"Hey MJ," Peter said, with MJ jumping at the sight of Peter. "Watcha doing?"

"Pete, I didn't expect you to be home this early," MJ said.

"Well, it seems I can get a lot more out of this new suit," Peter commented, before he just slumped down onto the couch.

"Right..." Was the only thing MJ had said. Truth be told, there was something about that suit that had unnerved her. By no means was it normal. The mere fact that it was a duplicate of Harry's suit of all things made it clear that it was not even close to normal. The mere fact that Harry himself didn't even know how he did it unsettled her even more. So many questions with so little answers. The reporter within her was begging to be released, to ask the questions that need to be asked. However, they don't have the necessary people to ask those sorts of questions. Or rather, they don't have the necessary trustworthy people that do have the answers, except Dr. Connors, who was roaming around as a massive lizard.

"So, what does it feel like?" MJ asked.

"It's...strange, but not badly so," Peter said. "I feel really...energized because of this suit. I think this is why Harry seems to feel invincible when he has this suit. It fills him with this...surge or something, and I guess I feel that same exact thing now."

"That's...really cool," MJ said, with a wide smile on her face. "So what else can you do?"

Peter, in response, had lifted up his hand, which had gained a texture of grey veins, before large, thick, grey tendrils had enravelled his entire hand, down to his fingertips, which immediately sharpened to become deadly claws. The clawed fingers had merged together, thinning and becoming a sharp blade. The mass had shifted once again, becoming thicker and rounder, becoming something akin to a thick boxing glove, before the whole thing had sunk back into Peter's flesh.

"Woah..." MJ stared in amazement.

"Yeah, I can do all that and possibly more," Peter confirmed. "Hopefully, over the past few days, I can get a handle on these new powers."

The rest of the night had passed, with MJ and Peter going to bed, awaiting what is in front of them the next day...

An unknown creature flowed through the memory banks of its host, witnessing mass heroics of saving innocent lives from a contagious disease known as "Devil's Breath". It created an outbreak, infecting thousands of individuals, slowly killing them. Its host was one if its victims. Or rather, more specifically, a relative of his was, affecting him in a...less fortunate and desirable way.

"Yeah, I can do all that and possibly more," Peter confirmed. "Hopefully, over the past few days, I can get a handle on these new powers."

It was a genius plan. It seemed as if nothing could go wrong with the world-breaking...breakthrough he had in science, and it was all thanks to his new host, Peter Parker. He found the inspiration needed for such a thing in the form of Shape-Memory Alloy. The external tools would directly interface with the command module's computer. He suggested that he could recreate the idea but with the neural-interface they were designing, by intergrating the idea over the entire mesh from multiple entry points, in order to avoid the central power of the interface from overloading.

They had managed to succeed with the neural-interface, and had tested on a man who had lost his arm at some point. Despite the success, Norman Osborn, the CEO of Oscorp, had pulled funding for Octavius Industries and had stopped protecting Otto when he would violate health and safety protocols and many other violations.

The symbiote, who he had called himself Riot, felt a great deal of sympathy for Otto. Such an action felt like he was being stabbed directly in the back. As a symbiote who is a naturally born leader, he would've hunted down that man until there was nothing left, just to make an example...

...but there was something else he learnt about his host.

His Uncle Ben, he called him, was a figure who he looked up to in his earliest years. He was virtually his father in everything but name. He was the epitomy of wisdom and guidance, in Peter's eyes. After he received his powers, received by a radioactive spider bite, belonging to a genetically enhanced spider, of all things, he would do various tasks, utilizing them to their fullest capability. He participated in a wrestling competition, hoping to earn some currency. However, he was rejected the capital, due to the manager's pettiness and greed. So when a robber came by and stole the rest of the money he was supposed to receive, Peter had stood back out of anger, believing that it wasn't his responsibility.

That was the biggest mistake of his life.

He got back home that very same night, witnessing his own Aunt May crying on the porch, a police officer trying to soothe her cries. He was told his Uncle Ben was murdered by a robber, and was showed a sketch of what the man looked like. Peter cried himself to sleep that night, knowing that it was his fault for not saving his Uncle Ben. The person that killed him was actually the robber that he had purposefully let go, seeing as it wasn't his responsibility.

The event had him heed his Uncle Ben's words before he died. "With great power, there must also come great responsibility." That was the mantra he had lived by to this very day, guiding him into a man with a strong sense of responsibility. Although he doesn't take into account of his own well-being at times, leading him to strain his personal life and finances to a degree, it was one that had saved many lives.

Back to Otto Octavius, he was calling in every favour to keep his company going, before he shifted the purpose of his company from replacing lost limbs to making better ones. During all of this, his hatred towards Norman Osborn had grown, while his mental state continues deteriorating. His intra-cranial neural network allowed him to control the new mechanical limbs, with the neural transmissions occuring at less than a nanosecond.

However, by this point, he had begun to become a villain known as Doctor Octopus. He released the GR-27, which was misused as a bioweapon, to cause the Devil's Breath crisis, which affected his Aunt May. As the situation grew more and more dire, Peter had managed to create the Anti-Ock Suit, something that was made from the materials that Otto had used to create his mechanical tentacle-arms, which also intergrated the neural-interface within the systems of his new suit.

Using that new suit, he had initiated combat against Otto Octavius, who already knew of Peter's identity as Spider-Man and was well aware he bad infected his Aunt May with Devil's Breath. The two had battled atop of Oscorps' headquarters, where he had destroyed the mechanical arms of his and retrieved the anti-serum, which was used as a basis for the cure. Despite the fact that it could've been used for his Aunt May, she had rejected it in favour of the health and safety of all the other people affected by Devil's Breath, choosing to see her own nephew's face one final time before she passed away.

"Interesting..." The symbiote spoke. "Perhaps he is the ideal host."

He spoke with such certainty. One of the common things about newborn symbiotes is that they are heavily influenced by their hosts, particularly their first hosts. Peter Parker happened to be his first host, so it would be natural he would be influenced by his tendencies, philosophy, and his strong sense of duty. However, this man has been through a great deal of pain. While he could easily influence his behaviour for more positive effects, it would be ineffective in the long run. He had to do things carefully, and the right way.

After all, with great power comes great responsibility...

Welcome to my story called Symbiosis. I've always wanted the idea of Peter getting a brand new symbiote *Cough*one that won't try to murder him*Cough* For this, I toyed with the idea of creating my own symbiote, when I could just use a canonical one instead. Marvel's Spider-Man 2 introduced Scream, one of the Life Foundation symbiotes, so what else could I pick? So I entertained the idea of Riot becoming Peter's brand new symbiotic friend. I also decided to utilize Sony's version of Riot, given that he has a wider moveset than comic books Riot.

I also found myself befuddled when it came down to some symbiotes abilities. We've seen Agent Venom from the Ultimate Spider-Man series where he was capable of intergrating technology and armour into himself, upgrading himself further. We've seen another symbiote do such a thing in the form of Scorn.

In terms of weaponry, we know that Riot had blunt weapons, while symbiotes like Carnage had utilized bladed weapons. In some iterations of Venom, he's used pickaxe-based weapons, and, in the Sonyverse, used tendrils for grappling. But all of those abilities are mere extensions of their tendrils, so...what is the deciding factor? Is it genetic or is it a mere talent and dedication issue, or is it something that became normalized overtime for every symbiote in existence? Who knows?