Young Peter Parker, being given a charm necklace after his parents died. The necklace has a charm belonging to his mother and one of his fathers birthstone. He never takes it off; theyre always with him.
Once he loses Ben, he adds another charm. It only feels right.
He comes back to life after being dusted, wearing the necklace. He adds one for Nat, one for Tony, and one for himself. He isnt who he used to be. It feels like that kid is dead.
Its only after Tony died that Peter finds out Tony took inspiration from the necklace. Pepper shows Peter how Tony engraved small symbols for each person hes lost in one of his suits. Peters symbol is the viking symbol for father and son. Pepper tells Peter about each of the symbols. Theres a lot of them: Tony seemed to feel that any blood spilled was on his hands.
After May died, another charm was added. This was the first one where the person left a charm intentionally, for the purpose of being added to the necklace.
It was getting a bit heavy around Peters neck, nowadays.
Once the spell took effect, Peter wondered if he should add charms for everyone hes ever known.
He just took the necklace off instead.
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Hey gang
I made a horrifying symbiote AU where my shapeshifter OC, Raven, gets caught mid shift by Widow, a symbiote, and I'm the process they both absorbed Peter and made a terrifying amalgamation :)!! And then Harley has to find them like this and he and Stephen have to figure out a way to fix it :))
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Anyways enjoy the read and the experimental art I'm stupidly proud of!
TW FOR: BODY HORROR, EYE CONTACT, GORE
Harley couldn't believe he was doing this.
The old Hydra base was completely run down, crumbling beneath itself. Hazard signs and sharp fences were put all around it, like some sort of nuclear fallout plot.
Something was in here that Hydra didn't want them to see.
But this is where his siblings disappeared to. Everyone told him Hydra killed them. That they were killed in the midst of Armageddon by Schneider and his horrid organization of criminals. Of sick and twisted beings.
Nat had said they dissapeared one day, never coming back home. It was Hydra, Harley had found out.
Now here he stands, face to face with the building that apparently was his siblings' tomb.
Wish a deep, shaky breath in, he began to walk into the crumbled building, flashlight gripped tightly in his hand.
Traveling through the beginning of the Hydra base, he didn't find much else other than the broken down walls and shattered glass of the facility. Occasionally he'd find traces of an odd substance, purple, and almost gel-like, though he dare not touch it himself.
Soon, he reached a large, open room, with machinery and equipment everywhere. Some broken off from the ceiling, leaving dead wires dangling down. Others, large computers and control panels, smashed to pieces and torn apart.
The floor was covered with a smelly, black sludge, the same purple gel, and lots and lots of dried blood.
Harley's stomach churned. The only beast large enough to do this that he could think of Hydra getting their hands on was Raven, if she was made very, ::very:: angry.
Something deep down inside of him was trying to tell him that she was already gone. That all of this is just a lost cause. But he pushed past it, because he had to. Because he still felt like they were still out there...
The farther he traveled, the more the building became destroyed, to the point where he was having to climb over rubble, ducking and squeezing through tight cracks just to continue.
His mind was ***screaming*** for him to turn back, but he couldn't stop now.
He made his way through a thick wall of rubble, only to be met with the very distinct smell of rotten flesh that almost made him throw up there on the spot.
He gagged, pulling the mask he had brought with him up over his face, before continuing. What in the *world* could be the source of that smell??
As he looked around, shining his flashlight over the floor, he got his answer, jumping back at the sight of it.
What had to be at least ten Hydra guards lay on the floor in front of him, flies and maggots crawling all over their bodies, now rotting away after being left for too long, hollowed out sockets and rotten eyes staring back at him.
Harley turned, most definitely going to be sick. He had to turn around--- *he had too*. This was too much. Too dangerous.
Taking one last glance, he noticed a number of the bodies had massive chunks taken out of them, wounds only teeth from a massive monster could cause. Something had been *eating them.*
His previous hypothesis as to who that "beast" could have been flashes in his mind, and he fights down more bile, quickly turning away and beginning to try to escape.
But that's when he heard the breathing.
A deep, shuddering sound. Rattling around in massive, laboured lungs.
Harley froze, before swallowing and turning around, despite what his muscles were *screaming* for him to do. He's seen enough horror movies-- this is the part where you *run.*
But God, he was so curious-- ***what if it was her?***
He shone his flashlight around, until suddenly his light landed on something that looked like eyes. He jumped, almost dropping the flashlight.
He began to back up, eyes never leaving the hollow, *human* eye looking back at him, towering above him in an impossible hight.
Surrounding the eye was the same purple substance, forming a body around it. As his shaking light went over the thing's body, he noticed at least one arm sticking out of the thing, which was mostly a pile of sludge.
The thing's mouth hung open, gaping jaws filled with sharp, canid teeth, as well as human teeth stretched into the skin around, in unnatural and uncomfortable looking positions.
Then, it *moved.*
It pulled itself towards him, the breathing echoing in his ears. As it moved, a sickening, squelching sound reverberated around the room, as it's body morphed and changed to grow more limbs.
He had to get out of there.
He quickly turned and began running, hearing the thing screech in protest as he did. Heart thundering in his chest, he scrambled for the wall of rubble, squeezing back through it as fast as he could.
Just before he got out, his jacket got stuck, trapping him in the rubble. He could hear the squelching of the thing getting closer, as tears began to form he pulled at the jacket, frankly not caring if it tore.
And then, a weak, haunting voice echoed throughout the room, one that froze Harley's blood solid.
"H...ar...l.e...y?"
It knew his name.
***How did it know his name???***
He pulled free finally, and began backing away, gasping for air as he did. He looked around, as the sound processed more in his brain.
Why did that seem so familiar. Why was the voice so familiar????
Eyes widening in horror, he quickly began to realize what was happening.
That mutant abomination---that. Amalgamation of parts and pieces, an alien of mutation---
***That thing was his siblings.***
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