When You’re The Brawler Who Has To Be Carried By Your Healer Best Friend

Alice-Parasite waved back, before after a long moment of not fully wanting to leave, and having to, they continued to walk away.

They were a bit surprised at how nice that felt, to talk to somebody who wasn’t trying to hurt them or were scared of them. Somebody who was polite to them- not out of malicious intent or personal gain, but out the pure empathy.

Parasite would see Ghost-Spider again, they were sure of it.

“Hey, you! Spider…”

Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE

“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”

Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.

Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.

She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.

It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.

"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.

"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.

"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"

“I- oh, right!” Humans introduce themselves you idiot you’re supposed to know how to act human you’ll never find a host if you continue to act like this-

“I’m… Alice..? And, I guess you could say I’m a symbiote…” what was the word for it “Researcher, of sorts. Symbiote things, I gather knowledge and… Opinions about them, I guess. I… Guess I’m supportive of symbiotes.” Not entirely a lie.

Parasite-Alice stepped out a bit more from the shadows, their head tilted at an angle that had to hurt.

“May I ask, who are you? Obviously a vigilante. Are you one of the spider-creatures?”

Please say they were mistaken and this was some other vigilante please say it was mistaken-

“Hey, you! Spider…”

Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE

“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”

Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.

Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.

She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.

It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.

"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.

"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.

"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"

I-

What do you mean by “didn’t even expect you’d be stuck here so long”? Did somebody kidnap you? Genuine question I’m asking, you sure you haven’t been kidnapped?

You're HOMELESS!?!?

What happened to your parents!?

- @ask-gwenby

oh theyre fine

probably worried

or more likely they think i hate them cs why else would i keep running off

look its really really complicated and i didn't even expect i'd be stuck here so long. it's fine.

Okay? But what does any of this have to do with me?

I keep on hearing about eating the muskrat! I haven’t been able to find the one the people have been talking about eating though, (specifically the elongated one), I’ll have to be more vigilant about that though!

YALL

What would you guys do if I just

Ate somebody?

That’d be crazy right

So like…

Here’s the thing about media literacy. It’s not explicitly stated, but I feel like you should be able to pick up on the context.

Bucky is totally painted as Sam’s love interest in this film????

The pictures in the office???

The way Sam fondly talks about him???

The scene and the context around Bucky actually showing up?????

Sam telling Ruth to back the fuck off his man?????

Like sambucky is as close to canon as ever. They’re boyfriends.

Parasite had no idea how they had managed to get invited here.

How does a symbiote, quite literally named “Parasite” for their history to of being nothing but a curse on all of their past hosts, friends, and everybody, get invited to the birthday party of Bucky “a literal Avenger and President” Barnes??

Either way, they had taken a suit and their current hosts form (they didn’t want to scare anyone by showing up as a literal monster) before eventually arriving a bit late to the party.

They gave a slight nod, almost like a bow. After a moment, they spoke up. “Happy hundredth and tenth birthday, President Barnes.”

The grand halls of the White House shimmered under the golden glow of crystal chandeliers, their light reflecting off polished marble floors. The air buzzed with an easy energy, punctuated by the unmistakable rhythm of Celebration by Kool & The Gang playing in the background. The melody of brass instruments and lively beats set the tone—tonight was a night of joy.

Standing near the entrance, President James Barnes with quiet elegance, dressed sharply in a black tuxedo that fit him like a second skin. The crisp white dress shirt beneath was pristine, the buttons aligned with military precision, and his black bowtie added a touch of old-world charm. A small gold brooch gleamed on his lapel, a memento that meant more to him than he’d ever admit. His watch, understated yet expensive, caught the light with every subtle movement of his hand.

His hair was neatly combed back, though there remained that ever-present ruggedness—something about him that no amount of refinement could erase. The well-groomed beard framed his strong jawline, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the room, carrying the weight of a man who had lived through history yet somehow still found himself here, in this moment, waiting.

A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he shifted his stance, hands sliding into his pockets. It wasn’t every day he invited people to something like this, and part of him wondered if anyone would actually show up. The other part? It told him to relax, to enjoy whatever came next.

The doors stood open, the music played, and the night was just beginning.

Would they come?

Would they celebrate with him?

What he’s wearing:

@official-alpinebarnes @appiesdeity @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @natt-romanoff @multifandomer537 @moon-barnes @fox-barnes @not-dead-apparently @little-penn-penn-barnes @clintbarton-thearrowguy @luhv-always @your-fav-russian-assassin @the-best-black-widow @we-love-redwing @drac0line1nn1t @over-bi-the-wayside @katherine-fisk @truthful-timmy-of-saskatoon @the-real-peterparker @oh-to-be-a-murderer @m0n5t3r-3n3rg7 @thescarleteevee @prophet0bamas-left-toe @lunamarvels @thund3randrain @eponastory @osi-inn @graylilacs @cupcake4440 @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr @the-best-duck-tamer @goddess-of-birds @deadpool-wade-wilson @crazyinlovewithfandoms @notasimpx2 @mythomars @riptideecho @d-adpool @reckless007 @my-rp-blog-command-center @sentowritesstuff @livdrawsstuf @impaladreams @thebestmerc-1 @stronginawayjbb @mjolnir-concussion-victim @fablehaven-rulez @dancepooool @buthearmeouttho

AGRGI GRHEHEGEGRGG

I crave violence (and also tea like some mango-lemonade or mango-strawberry popping boba tea would be really nice right now if anyone has some thanks)

“Fair enough. Unfortunately the flesh was rotting too much- and i felt a bit guilty too. Probably that last part, actually.”

Another of our kind, fascinating, to think others share our idea!

@rage-the-symbiote aka a @wasteland-squog-baby side blog

“Oh, hello! You’re a symbiote too, I see! It’s always such a pleasure to meet another of our own kind.”

i think we should be meaner about people who are super reliant on chatgpt or whatever other AI. i think we should call them intellectually weak and emotionally stunted and mindless corporate shills who have no personalities and who are actively diminishing their capacity for human empathy and creative thought. and i think we should point and laugh at them and call them dweebs