“Hm… Alright. Simple Enough”

“Interesting! And quite the story. I found my first host through a very similar experience, with them saving me from a lab too. It’s good to see another symbiote that cares for their host, though. It’s a rare thing to see these days.”

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.”

@we-love-redwing @official-buckybarnes

Fucking coward didn’t even do a flip when I pushed him off smh

DO A FLIPPPPPP

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

No problem, though, like I said, I’m not sure.

I’ve also heard that they might be trying to revive him though. I’m not sure how.

What's going on with Peter? I disappeared for like a week and people are freaking out. What's up? Please explain

“Thank you! I must go now, it’s been great…”

Parasite trailed off for a moment. Part of them really was starting to considering this person as a potential host.

Maybe, just maybe…

Would they be a good host? Could they be a good host? What if it was perfect symbiosis? Just the thought of it immediately filled Parasite with hope and desperation, and they took a couple of quick steps towards Gwen. No, no, too dangerous a target… can’t get sidetracked, can’t fight her… She’s been oblivious enough though, maybe a surprise attack- no. They had promised to themselves not to attack anybody high scale, not to bond to any Spider-Creatures again.

Not again. Not after last time.

However, their hand that was partially reached out to Gwen, their still tilted head, the occasional twitches, and from how long they had been standing there in silence, mentally debating with themselves, it was starting to get more awkward the longer they stood there, staring at them with a half desperate, half hesitant look in their eyes as they stared at Gwen.

Leave you’re going to get found out and you’re going to get your ass kicked again find an easier target idiot

“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?"

“Of course! Come back anytime. If you need me, I’ll come and find you. Or you could come and fine me! Whichever one is easiest for you.”

A small blob, the size of a subway rat approaches. It is grey, with a full spectrum of colors dancing over it.

“Hello. We I have not met another of my kind before. I am VICE.”

— @bluejayandvice

“Salutations, little one!”

Parasite crouched down to Vice, their eyes wide as they examined the symbiote

“Vice, you say? I’m Parasite. It’s a pleasure meeting another!”

id: a tweet from pop tingz. "max announces the release of the 'luigi mangione: the ceo killer' documentary on february 17th."

hey! just a reminder this alleged "ceo killer" hasn't been convicted of anything, hasn't even gone to trial, was taken into custody without being dna tested or fingerprinted (what fingerprints they did find near the scene were entirely circumstantial), didn't have any contact with legal rep before his extradition hearing, and wasn't identified as a facial match by the fbi's top notch ai software. just don't watch this doc, it's bound to be full of bullshit just like tmz.

Parasite noticed the pause in their voice, the slight hesitance. That usually meant regret or nervousness, didn’t it?

Make a connection with her to acknowledge that you know that something’s wrong, but don’t push it or make a fuss about it.

“Ah, I get that. I’ve been doing good though, surprisingly.”

They should get it over now, just… cut the bandage off? Wait, no, that was wrong, it was rip the bandaid off, that was it.

“Can I… Show you something? It’s nothing weird, I promise, just- well… It’s hard to explain?”

Wow, great job trying not to sound weird!

Gwen didn't go to Hudson Yard often. That would be obsessive. She didn't even expect to find Alice there.

But she would be lying if she claimed she didn't spend more time at the park than she used to. It was a good place to rest and sometimes patrol got stressful, so she'd take a few minutes and stop by.

Yeah, part of it was that it reminded her of Alice and she was able to feel a little less odd for a few minutes, but she wasn't trying to find them. That would be invasive. Gwen was getting better at recognizing that.

She sighed as she pulled at the grass, letting her mind wander. She tried to stay alert, she really did, but it felt like such a chore when there was simply her, grass, and air. So she let it go for a bit.

The wind blew at her side, not too strong, but it still made her shiver.

She heard footsteps as people wandered by. Not many, but some. Few stopped, which made sense. It was late and Gwen stayed hidden from the walkway between a tree and some bushes.

[Continue however you wish, sorry it took this long]

@spiritarachnid

Parasite had been lurking around Hudson Yard too, though they hadn’t been doing so as much.

Parasite had been in partial symbiote form. They had started to get more and more confident each day with it, especially after realizing that this was New York, where most people were used to aliens and mutants.

That didn’t change the fact that people still hid away, or grimaced, or moved away, or started to reach for concealed guns whenever they saw them, which was why they had been lurking a bit in the more shadowy parts of Hudson park when they had seen Gwen again.

Parasite almost did a double take, seeing the first person that had treated them normally and given them a chance. They had almost charged forwards before remembering that they didn’t have Alice as a host anymore, and seeing a symbiote host charging at them probably would be quite the alarming sight. Instead, they stood there for a moment, just staring, trying to contemplate what the next best move would be. They were really starting to regret not telling Gwen before they had parted they were a symbiote.

And he’s RIGHT. Fuck everyone who is throwing a fit over Mackie speaking the truth. He and Chris Evans know this role better than anyone. Captain America is a figure of American propaganda both in the real world and in the MCU, despite how the characters Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson and actors Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie feel. If you just see the red, white and blue, the propaganda, and not what these characters have stood for, that’s on you. And if you think that America represents honor and dignity for everyone, wake the fuck up. Honestly, just look out the window.