Symbiote spiderman what ifs and one shots

The living suit's temptations

Peter stood on top of a rooftop in the middle of New York, it has been five days since he tore that evil black suit from his body. That suit was changing him, and he was to blind to notice it. His friends have been telling him that he has been acting differently, even the people of New York have been talking about how their hero has changed. There were so many warnings, so many hints, but he ignored them all because he liked what the suit gave him. He was having fun, he felt good, he was enjoying himself. But when he almost killed, when he almost killed that nameless thief... He then knew that this needed to end. So he and the living suit fought, and in the end he won. The suit was weak to loud noise, he used its weakness against it. And when he separated from the suit it died beside him, it died right next to him. But the damage the suit made is still here, his friends are still being distant from him and spiderman's reputation is not doing that well. He has no idea how long it will take him to rebuild the damage that the suit did but he will try, he will make up for his mistakes. But first he needs to get himself back together, he is still feeling weak and ill from the harsh separation with the suit. He will make things right, like how they were.

"It is getting late, too late." Peter sighed as he watched the cars beneath him. "This is not working, damn it. I thought this weakness would go away if I got some exercise, I feel so stiff and cold. What did that suit do to me? And what was it really? I know it was alive and all, but what actually was it? Where did it really come from? I know I accidentally stole it from Oscorp, but that suit did not seem like something Oscorp would invent. So where did Oscorp get it? I need answers." Peter said out loud to himself, he is so tired. "I should call it a day, and go back ho...."

"Hey there spiderman." Peter heard a friendly male voice come from behind. "What the?" Peter said out loud as he turned around to face the man that was talking to him. Who would be up here at a time like this? Something was off about this.

"Eddie Brock?!" Peter said from shock as he saw the man. The man was Eddie Brock, his former rival at his job, well, before he got fired. Eddie stood there smiling at him, he was wearing just normal clothes, there was nothing threatening about him. "Eddie Brock?! But how? And why? And how did not my spider-sense not warn me of him?" Peter thought to himself as he watched Eddie take some steps towards him.

"Not about to say hello back, are you? Figures." Eddie said as he stopped walking, but now he was closer to him.

"Eddie Brock. I remember you, you're the man that tried to frame me for murder that I did not commit. What are you even doing here?" Peter asked. He almost answered Eddie like Peter Parker. He needs to remember that Eddie does not know that Peter Parker is spiderman. And he missed this. He mist being calm under small pressure, it made Peter feel uneasy to think about how he would've acted if he still had the evil living suit. That suit is dead and gone forever, he needs to forget about it.

"Yes, that was me." Eddie admitted. "I tried to frame you because you took everything from me! My job, my friends, my apartment, are all gone because of you!" Eddie hissed at him. "Even my family left me because I was such a failure in their eyes, do you even know that feeling? To be abandoned by the ones that you thought were your family? the ones that you thought loved you as much you loved them?" Eddie asked him. No, he pleaded. He wanted to hear his answer to his insane questions.

"Yes I actually do." Peter said to Eddie. "I've been going through hard things lately, it's like my life is lost." Peter sighed. But then he remembered, what is he thinking opening himself up to Eddie Brock. A man that has some serious problems "but you did not answer me, why are you here? If you're looking for a therapist I think I'm not the best choice."

"We see the disdain in your eyes, even your mask is hiding them, we still see them." Eddie smiled as he said those words.

"We? What are you talking about?" Peter asked, he was becoming more lost from this conversation, and why was he having it. "See my eyes, what is going on here." Peter said. He did not mean it but there was some anger in those words.