As luck would have it the symbiote spotted the perfect candidate to bond to, it saw Spider-man’s wife Mary Jane Parker.
That would be perfect. Mary Jane was walking by the alley the symbiote jumped onto the heel of her boots while she walked by.
They symbiote tried to remain calm and take the appearance of the black leather of the boot while Mary Jane walked throw public.
Soon she walked into an apartment building and into the elevator.
The symbiote knew to wait just the little bit longer. The elevator opened onto a high floor, and the short hall way was empty.
Mary Jane walked up to the door unlocked it and went inside.
“Peter are you home?” Mary Jane, “were you out at the BS down in midtown earlier?”
There was no response. Mary Jane took off her coat and went into the living room.
The symbiote slithered up the length of the knee boot and latched onto the space behind her knee.
The symbiote then slide down into the boot as well.
Mary Jane, help us…
“Hello?” Mary Jane asked back to the voice.
Mary Jane, help us… or we will die…
“Who’s there?” Mary Jane asked again.
With a sinking feeling Mary Jane looked down. Where she should have had exposed skin there was a black spot like she was hit with a lump of liquid latex.
Mary Jane, help us… Peter killed Brock…
“Why am I not surprised,” MJ said with a sigh, “let me guess you two wouldn’t stop fighting and you finally reached your limits, but Brock passed his.”
Peter has been trying…
“No, he hasn’t,” MJ shouted, “You can read thoughts and emotions right?
Well Watch THIS!”
The symbiote saw Peter sitting in the chair in front of them crying, MJ talking to him, and Peter confessing his fears, that this day would come.
Brock would die, then the symbiote would try to transfer the hate to someone else.
“All you know is hate, fear, suffering,” MJ said as she bombarded the symbiote with every tear soaked pain filled memory from her relationship with Peter, “And lord knows I have reasons to be
bitter with him.”
Then why…
“Because of a thing called love,” MJ crossed arms and recalled every tender moment, kiss, passionate night in bed, romantic dinner, cat call in their bathroom, and giggling cuddle she had shared
with Peter, “You probably never tried to ponder that in your entire existence have you?”
It felt like… it felt like the symbiote was crying.
That was impossible but it felt like someone was crying on her shoulder.
So powerful… so beautiful.
I can’t….
“It’s called love and forgiveness,” MJ smiled, “You never bothered to look into it did you?
You only knew anger, pain, hate, and sorrow didn’t you? You thought that was everything.”
…yes…
“You want to try an experiment?” MJ said, “I bet you Peter is going to be back here a sobbing mess and want to find some re-assurance of life and love in the world.
We screw his brains out and you will feel the power of passion, lust, and love.”
… … …
Mary Jane went to her closet and took off all her cloths, pulled out stocking and bathrobe. The symbiote was still there covering her left leg from the knee down.
“Peter said you can take the shape of clothing,” MJ smiled, “So try this.”
The symbiote took the form a latex merry widow enclosing her torso and sending straps down to grab the stockings while sending tendrals over her shoulders.
MJ put on the stockings and then the bathrobe. She heard the rough landing in the living room.
Peter was a sobbing mess, his mask was off.
He was still bleeding from cuts in his suit.
“MJ, it happened,” Peter sputtered, “Brock wouldn’t stop, we tried to warn him.
Even Capt, saw he was coming apart…”
MJ leaned over Peter.
“I heard.
Peter did you try to save him?” MJ asked, “did you do what you could to keep him alive?”
“Yes, we tried to save Brock but it was too much, most of his internal organs were soup, the …”
Peter cried more.
The symbiote felt the sorrow, the REGRET.
Mary Jane felt it crying again too.