EARTH-118

"My parents... they are the example of a relationship surviving anything. A deadly winter. The Sinister Six. Fear for each other's safety. Hearing voices in her head... And by anything..."


Elsa and Peter quickly made it through the room and were about to start removing each other's clothes when they heard an "EEEEKKKKKK!" coming from Mary's room. Quickly, the two stopped what they were doing and ran into the room.

Once they reached it, they were met with Mary being incased in a gigantic bundle of webbing going around the room. Sighing in relief, they saw that Mary was just doing her thing with messing around with the Spider-Man gadgets. Peter was relieved, but Elsa was a little angry.

May looked exactly like her dad, her face, her hair color, but she got the eyes of her mother. She had pigtails like Anna, as the two of them were hairstylists for one another a ton of the time.

"I'm sorry," Mary muttered in shame to herself.


"Leave...my mommy and daddy..."

Mary's frustration grew as the Symbiote manipulated her emotions to bend her to its will. Gradually, she was consumed by its influence, and the Venom suit revealed itself to be unlike any version that had been seen before. The suit's torso was entirely black, with gleaming red lenses for eyes. Its sleeves and legs were a deep, blood-red hue, while its boots and gloves were jet black. A massive, striking red spider logo emblazoned itself across Mary's chest, completing the transformation. Kang finally noticed something as he turned towards the child, but he as shocked at what he saw.

"...ALONE!"


"Yeah, I was mostly that 'anything'. It's not really my fault. In my defense, when I was literally a fetus, I was unknowingly fused by the smallest sample of a Symbiote. By the time my parents found out, it was too late. They had to kill me if they wanted to get rid of the Symbiote. But they weren't like that. They took the risk. And for the most part, I've kept my head."


"Leave...my mommy and daddy..."

Mary's frustration grew as the Symbiote manipulated her emotions to bend her to its will. Gradually, she was consumed by its influence, and the Venom suit revealed itself to be unlike any version that had been seen before. The suit's torso was entirely black, with gleaming red lenses for eyes. Its sleeves and legs were a deep, blood-red hue, while its boots and gloves were jet black. A massive, striking red spider logo emblazoned itself across Mary's chest, completing the transformation. Kang finally noticed something as he turned towards the child, but he was shocked at what he saw.

"...ALONE!"


"Okay, I was like five when I did that. Kids have temper tantrums. I just happened to take it out on the likes of a time-traveling psychopath with my alien parasite. We get it. You get stuck to a Symbiote and see how you act out. But I used my gift to try and help people. But things just haven't worked out well. This is not really the same fairy tale ending you've seen. My parents got that ending. This is my story... how everything changed for me."


Mary Parker-Oldenburg was eighteen, getting ready for the time to come for her to finally graduate high school. Her time here was hard and painful for various reasons. Half of the time, she needed to hide her true nature in every category. How she is technically the princess of a nation far off. Her father is Spider-Man, and her mother is the superhero Ice Queen, who is actually the Queen of Arendelle. Then there was her roommate since before her birth. The Symbiote fragment that she bonded with has made her emotions hard to control. She had to always fight the creature within her. Her father said that it would possibly do her some good to have a similar upbringing he had since Elsa never had much of a childhood, being locked away in the castle.

As she was getting ready, she fixed her cap and sighed. She looked around and saw everyone was talking with her friends while she was off on her own. Friends weren't much of a thing with her as she mostly kept to herself. She didn't want to risk hurting people with these capabilities of hers. As she was preparing, she felt her senses go off. Her senses were shown to be stronger than her father's, considering she had her powers enhanced by the Symbiote.

She looked out the window and noticed what looked like sand blowing past the window. "Oh, boy."

With the audience, Peter and Elsa were sitting amongst the group of other parents. Sitting next to them was their ten-year-old son, Richie, named after Peter's father. It was a coin toss between Richie or Agnarr, and considering everything that happened with Agnarr, it became a coin toss, and they ended up having Anna help decide. He was playing on his phone while the ceremony was beginning to start up.

"Should we ask him to put it away?" Peter asked Elsa.

"Sweetie, he's fine. They're not even starting yet," Elsa told him. "Hear from Anna and Kristoff yet?"

"Oh, yeah, they're almost here. They got lost in the parking lot." Peter told her. "God, I never thought I would say that."

"How did that happen?" Elsa wonders.

"When I finally understand your sister, expect the apocalypse," Peter told her. "I haven't understood that girl since she tried to walk through your frozen winter wasteland in a dress."

Elsa hummed. "Got me there."

Peter then senses something, getting him to look out and see the sandstorm. "Uh-oh."

Elsa gazed out at the unfolding chaos, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she watched the turmoil below. "Go. I'll let Miles take my place today," she decided resolutely, her voice laced with determination.

Peter nodded, adrenaline coursing through him as he sprang to his feet and darted out of the seating area. He raced to a secluded spot near the bathrooms, far enough from prying eyes, and quickly unveiled his Spider-Man suit beneath his street clothes. Over the years, the suit had evolved, but it was the emblem that had captivated him most; the once-glaring white spider logo had metamorphosed into a striking golden emblem that elegantly spanned from the front to the back, reflecting light like a beacon of hope.

Meanwhile, Mary sprinted from her hiding place, her eyes set on the stairway leading to the roof. As she navigated the narrow steps, a surge of anxiety coiled in her stomach. She reached the rooftop, where a fierce sandstorm raged through the downtown area, swirling chaos amidst the towering buildings. She hurried to the ledge, feeling the familiar sensation of her suit morphing around her, the fabric shifting to envelop her in a protective embrace. The black sections had a rugged, armor-like texture, while the prominent white features—sharp, reflective eyes and a stylish spider emblem—stood out boldly against the dark. The emblem, reminiscent of the older suit Peter once wore, now boasted elongated, jagged legs that sprawled impressively across her waist and shoulders. With a deep breath, she leaped from the ledge, her tendrils extending from the suit to amplify her jump, soaring gracefully into the bustling city below.

As Peter swung into action, feeling the exhilarating rush of the wind against his face, he fired a web that caught onto a nearby skyscraper, propelling him towards the heart of the city's chaos. Just then, a ping echoed through his comms, the source unmistakably Miles.

"Miles! Hey, I was just about to call," Peter said, already weaving through the air with ease. "What's unfolding down there?"

"Nobody really knows," Miles replied, launching himself into the maelstrom. "We've got reports of Flint Marko acting erratic—spouting off about the stars crying."

"Seriously?" Peter exclaimed, incredulous. "What's up with the villains these days?"

"Could it have something to do with that meteorite shower that's about to hit?" Miles speculated. "I mean, I'm not a superficial guy, but—"

"My wife is a Fifth Spirit and the Queen of Arendelle. Trust me, superficial is the least crazy thing I've heard," Peter retorted, his focus sharpening as he swung into the tempest of the sandstorm.

Navigating deeper into the chaos, Peter's eyes widened as he spotted Miles, already engaged in battle against Flint Marko, the formidable Sandman. Towering ominously over the skyline, Flint had absorbed a colossal amount of sand, his massive form blotting out the sun as it filled the streets with thick, swirling grains. The city, now a playground for a villain, awaited its protectors to restore order amidst the mayhem.

"Marko!" Peter shouted, his voice echoing off the nearby buildings in the chaotic urban landscape.

"Spider-Man!" Marko roared back, his transformation complete as his fingers morphed into jagged blades of sand, poised for attack. He swung his deadly limb toward both Spider-Men, the grains of sand glistening ominously in the sunlight.

In that moment of peril, a dark tendril swooped down from above, wrapping around Peter and Miles and yanking them skyward, lifting them to safety atop a nearby rooftop. As they landed, both Spider-Men took a moment to catch their breath, their suits clinging to their forms, the city sprawling out beneath them. It was there that they noticed Mary, her silhouette sharp against the skyline, retracting the sinewy tendrils back into her suit, which concealed her identity.

"Mary?" Peter exclaimed, shock flooding his voice as he recognized his daughter. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think, Dad? I'm here to help!" Mary replied with a roll of her eyes as if her presence were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Aren't you supposed to be—" Peter began, preparing to admonish her for being in the line of danger, when his spider-senses tingled with urgency. "Look out!"

With a deafening thud, Sandman's colossal palm descended to strike them down. In a split second, the three spider-powered allies scattered, narrowly evading the crushing blow. Desperate to turn the tide, Peter charged in for an attack, aiming a punch at Marko's sandy visage. To his dismay, his fist met nothing but grains, failing to inflict any damage.

Seizing the opportunity, Marko lunged forward, his strong, sandy arms catching Peter off guard. With a swift motion, he hurled Peter into the side of a nearby building, the impact sending him tumbling through the debris.

"Was that your master plan?" Miles asked incredulously, eyes wide as he watched Peter struggle.

Regaining his footing, Peter shouted back while glancing at the approaching Sandman, "Never said it was a good one!"

Peter spotted terrified civilians still trapped within the building, the sandstorm closing in on them. Instinct kicked in; he began shooting webs, creating a makeshift barrier to elevate the frightened people above the encroaching tide of sand.

As he raced toward the exit, the chaos of the battle heightened around him. Suddenly, Peter collided with a massive fist that closed around him, trapping him in a relentless grip. Struggling for a foothold in the shifting sand, Peter gasped, "Sandman…"

From the swirling grains, a smaller version of Flint Marko emerged, his expression twisted with frustration. "I always hated that name," he spat, dust clinging to his body like a second skin.

"Why are you doing this?" Peter demanded, trying to maintain his composure as he faced his old foe, his heart pounding as he awaited an answer.

"Can't you hear it?" Flint asks, clutching his ears. "Their screams. They won't stop. No matter how hard I try, they won't stop!"

"What won't stop?" Peter asks.

"The voices," Flint stated. "The darkness is coming."

"I wanna help you, Marko." Peter eyed a water pipe above his head. "But first, this is going to hurt."

Shooting out webbing at the pipe, he yanked it and poured water on the smaller Flint, causing him to lose his connection and return his mind to the larger Flint. He groaned and released Peter, swatting the building and causing debris to fall.

Peter deftly navigated through the swirling chaos, his movements fluid as he swung away from the pandemonium below. Amidst the clamor, Mary moved with purpose, extending her tendrils like delicate, dark vines to catch those who stumbled and fell, gently guiding them back to safety on solid ground.

"You're safe now," Mary assured the terrified civilians, her voice steady despite the turmoil around them. But before she could finish her thought, one person recoiled in fear, shoving away from her grasp and sprinting off into the chaos.

"Get away from me!" they screamed, clearly overwhelmed and terrified.

Mary let out a sigh, a familiar heaviness settling in her chest. She had grown accustomed to this reaction; ever since the world uncovered her bond with the Symbiote, she had been labeled a threat, a monster in the eyes of those she only sought to protect. As the panicked shouts echoed around her, Miles swooped down beside her, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease, offering assistance to the frightened masses.

Unlike the others, the people Miles saved looked at him with gratitude, their faces drawn in relief as he helped them escape the chaos. He turned to Mary, concern etched across his features when he noticed the shadows of fear reflected in the eyes of those she aided.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

Mary shrugged, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm used to it," she replied, her voice tinged with resignation.

All she longed for was to lend a hand, to be a beacon of hope in a city that had turned its back on her, a city that mirrored the rejection she felt from her own father. The weight of it all pressed down, but still, she stood ready to fight for acceptance, despite the fear she inspired.

Mary quickly made her way upward and shot two tendrils at the water towers and tossed them towards Sandman. Peter seemed to get what his daughter was thinking and quickly shot out webbing to toss them towards Sandman.

"Here, Flint, maybe this will cool you down!" Peter quipped.

The water managed to muddy Flint enough that Miles was able to zap his way over, turning his sand into glass on impact. But it wasn't enough to stop him yet, he was still strong with all of the sand that he was consuming across all of New York.

"We need a bigger water source!" Miles exclaimed, his voice echoing as he dashed around Marko, the formidable Sandman.

"I might know just the place!" Mary responded, her voice steady as she landed gracefully on the edge of a high-rise building, scanning the surroundings with focused determination. "JARVIS, are there any large water towers nearby? The bigger, the better," she added, urgency lacing her tone.

"Greetings, Ms. Mary," JARVIS replied in his calm, programmed voice, a hint of warmth in his digital inflection. "There is a sizable water tower located two blocks from your current position."

"Perfect! Now we just need to lure him over there," Mary strategized, her eyes brightening with hope.

"Don't worry, we've got that covered!" Peter shouted enthusiastically, swinging past his daughter with confidence, his web-shooting skills effortlessly propelling him into action.

Miles zipped by in a blur, his voice calling out, "Look out behind you!" with a sense of urgency that cut through the commotion.

Suddenly, Mary's spider-senses tingled with a warning of imminent danger. Turning to look ahead, her heart raced as she spotted Marko charging straight for her, sandy form powerful and menacing. With a terrified shriek, she leaped off the rooftop just in time to avoid his attack, the adrenaline surging through her veins.

The trio swiftly swung toward the lofty building where the water tower stood, the wind whooshing past them as they skillfully raced up its brick facade.

"Go! Go! Go!" Peter urged, each word pumping adrenaline into their mission.

"If only I inherited mom's powers right now!" Mary exclaimed, the thought of superhuman abilities invigorating her spirit even amid the chaos.

"Maybe someday, you and your brother will get powers just like her!" Miles called back, his breathless excitement mixed with the thrill of the chase.

"Don't jinx me!" Peter exclaimed.

Upon reaching the roof just moments before Marko could close in, the trio spotted the towering water reservoir. Before they could strategize their next move, the roof suddenly trembled beneath them, sending a shiver down Mary's spine as Sandman appeared, lifting the structure with an overwhelming force.

As they began to slide toward the edge, Mary instinctively shot out her web-like tendrils, skillfully catching both her father and Miles in a protective grip, pulling them back to safety.

"Hang on tight!" she shouted, pivoting expertly to align them with the water tower.

With a powerful push, the three of them collaborated, causing the water tower to crash down with tremendous force, striking Sandman directly. The impact sent ripples through his sandy form, transforming it into muddy sludge that finally returned Marko to his human state.

"Did we actually do it?" Mary asked, her voice tinged with disbelief as she looked at the defeated figure before them.

"We did it," Peter confirmed, relief washing over him like a tide of triumph. Just then, a sudden thought struck him with the force of a lightning bolt. "Oh no! Your graduation!"

Mary's heart sank at the sudden realization as her mind raced back to the ceremony she had completely forgotten about in the midst of their chaotic adventure.


It had been well over fifteen long years since Prince Hans was sentenced to imprisonment for treason against the Kingdom of Arendelle. His time confined alongside his brothers had been anything but merciful; grueling labor had become his routine, and the years had left their mark on him. A scruffy beard now adorned his face, and his hair had grown wild and unkempt, cascading past his shoulders like a dark curtain.

One dreary afternoon, as he rested in the cold confines of his cell, a peculiar dream swept over him, its grip so strong that it felt more like a vision than mere fantasy. In this surreal landscape, he found himself drawn to a figure seated upon a throne shrouded in oppressive darkness as if the shadows themselves were alive and binding him in place. The man exuded an eerie majesty, his long, flowing white hair fluttering gently despite the stillness around him, and his piercing gaze seemed to pierce through the void, compelling Hans to wonder about the connection that tied their fates together.

"I am Knull," the man said in Hans' dream. "God of the Void. Slicer of worlds. Long ago, when Light invaded my Kingdom of Darkness, I was berated and imprisoned here. And now, only the perfect harmony between a host and one of my children, one of my Symbiotes, can free me. It is the key to my freedom and will unlock this prison. I order you to find me and free me from my imprisonment. Release me... and you shall be rewarded. I escape. I will grant you your deepest desires." He then raised his face, revealing scars, a disoriented expression, and teeth sharper than blades. "And everything will burn!"

Hans jolted awake, his heart racing as the remnants of a haunting dream slipped from his grasp. Confusion clouded his mind, but an unmistakable surge of energy coursed through him—something he hadn't experienced in years. To his astonishment, he felt the familiar, liquid sensation of the Symbiote he once wielded, a dark force he had believed to be long destroyed, slithering back to life around him. It was a living shadow, undulating and reshaping with a sinister grace, revealing that it had merely lain dormant within him, biding its time, waiting to regain its strength. Now, it was back—more powerful and intoxicating than ever, entwining itself around him like a second skin.

"Let's find this Knull guy, shall we?" Hans told the Symbiote, wanting to exact his revenge on the likes of Peter Parker, Elsa Oldenburg, and of course, Anna Oldenburg. "They will all pay!"