As a Symbiote in Marvel multiverse

**Earth-199999**

Outside the coffee shop, Peter Parker and Wanda Maximoff sat side by side on a bench, their drinks growing colder as they focused on the man sitting across from them—Pietro Maximoff.

The speedster leaned back casually with his arms crossed and his usual smirk playing on his lips as he watched the two with interest.

It wasn't hard for him to see what was happening between them. Wanda's stolen glances, the way her fingers unconsciously brushed Peter's, the warmth in her eyes whenever she looked at him—it was painfully obvious.

And Peter? He was no better. He might've been trying to play it cool, but his body language betrayed him. The way he leaned toward Wanda, how his voice softened when he spoke to her, the way he smiled just a little wider when she laughed—it was all there.

Pietro grinned while tilting his head slightly. "You know, you two aren't exactly subtle," he teased with his voice dripping with amusement. "I mean, you snuck out together, sat next to each other the entire time, and I can practically feel the tension between you. If you're gonna keep dancing around it, at least let me get some popcorn first."

Wanda's face turned a soft shade of red as she shot her brother an annoyed look. "Pietro, stop it," she muttered but her voice lacked any real anger.

Peter on the other hand didn't seem bothered. If anything, he looked amused. "I don't know, Pietro," he said with a smirk, "I think you're just jealous because you don't have a date tonight."

Pietro feigned a dramatic sigh. "Ah, you caught me. The great Pietro Maximoff, all alone on a Friday night while my sister and her not-boyfriend sneak off for a romantic escape." He leaned forward with elbows resting on his knees. "But seriously, are you two ever going to stop pretending? Or should I spell it out for you?"

Peter chuckled but didn't look away from Wanda. He had wanted to take his time, make sure Wanda knew exactly what he felt before making it official.

But now, with her sitting so close and her presence drawing him in like a force of nature, he decided he had waited long enough.

He then turned to her and his brown eyes meeting her deep, thoughtful gaze. "I like you, Wanda," he said softly, "And I don't just mean in a 'we-have-fun-together' way. I really, really like you." He exhaled and a small smile forming on his face. "So… will you go out with me?"

Wanda's heart skipped a beat. She had been waiting—hoping—to hear those words, but now that they were finally spoken, she felt an overwhelming wave of emotion.

She had spent so much time suppressing her feelings, unsure if what she felt for Peter was real or just gratitude for everything he had done for her. But later realised her true feelings for him and there is no room for doubt.

"Yes," she whispered and her lips curving into a bright smile. "I'd love to."

Pietro let out an exaggerated groan. "Finally! You have no idea how exhausting it's been watching you two dance around this." He folded his arms and grinned. "You should be thanking me. If I wasn't here, who knows how long it would've taken for you two to admit it?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no. I had a plan, you just rushed it."

Wanda laughed and her laugher is light and carefree. For once, she wasn't burdened by the weight of her past, of Sokovia, of everything she had lost. Right now, in this moment, she was simply happy.

Soon, Peter took Wanda's hand and placed it under the table. Pietro raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk playing on his face.

As she held Peter's hand, Wanda felt a sense of peace that had eluded her for so long. He wasn't just someone who made her laugh or gave her comfort—he was someone who had helped her heal.

From the moment he had stepped into her life, Peter had been a steady presence, never pushing, never demanding, just there. And that was what made him different.

When she first met Vision, she had been drawn to him because he was safe, logical, someone who could understand her loneliness in a way others couldn't. But with Peter, it was something else entirely. He wasn't just someone who understood her pain—he was someone who helped her move past it.

And yet, as she looked at him now, she was reminded that Peter was not originally from this universe. That fact had always lingered in the back of her mind, a small worry that she never wanted to fully acknowledge. Would that complicate things? Would he ever leave?

But then she looked into his eyes, the warmth in them, the way he held her hand as if she were the most important person in his world, and she realized that none of that mattered. As long as he loved her, as long as they were together, that was enough.

As Pietro watched Peter and Wanda smiling at eachother, his thoughts began to drift.

Pietro had been watching Wanda for a long time, observing the way she acted around Peter. At first, he had been skeptical. He knew Wanda had been through too much loss, too much pain, and he didn't want her to fall for someone who couldn't understand what she had endured.

But Peter had proved himself in ways Pietro hadn't expected.

He had been there when Wanda struggled with her past, never once treating her like she was broken. He had been patient, kind, and understanding, but more than that, he had made her smile again. And that was what mattered most.

Pietro had truly decided that Peter was good for Wanda the day he learned about the Lego accident. It was supposed to be a simple day—Pietro was on his way to see his sister when he heard about what had happened. But before he could reach her, he saw something that changed his perspective entirely.

He had watched Peter said he used his powers to bring back the dead. At first he didn't believe him but that changed when he checked the news.

Everyone involved in Legos plane crash came back to life.

It wasn't just some grand, flashy display of power—it was an act of love. In that moment, Pietro saw the weight that lifted from Wanda's shoulders, the heavy burden of grief that had haunted her for so long disappearing in an instant.

That was when Pietro knew.

Peter wasn't just someone Wanda liked. He was someone who would take care of her, who would fight for her, who would make sure she never felt alone again.

Later, He silently left Avengers compound without meeting Wanda or anyone, since he knew there's no need to meet with her. She was with someone who will take care of her.

That was why he had never stand in their way now.

Pietro leaned back with a satisfied grin. "Well, now that we've established you two are a thing, what's next? Are we talking big romantic gestures? Proposals? Should I start planning the wedding?"

Peter chuckled. "Slow down, Speedy. We just made it official like five minutes ago."

Wanda smiled while squeezing Peter's hand. "Let's take things slowly, Pietro."

Pietro rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't keep me waiting too long, lovebirds."

Peter smirked. "Oh, don't worry. When the time comes, you'll be the first one to not know."

Wanda laughed while shaking her head as Pietro groaned dramatically.

She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this happy, this light. And as she looked at Peter, she knew without a doubt—this was just the beginning of a wonderful life ahead of her.

As the warm glow of the coffee shop faded into the cool night air, Pietro leaned back against the bench and his playful smirk giving way to a more serious expression. His sharp blue eyes flickered between Peter and Wanda before settling on his sister.

"You know, as much as I'd love to keep teasing you two, there's something we need to talk about," Pietro began, "The Sokovia Accords."

Wanda sighed already knowing where this was going. "Pietro…"

"No, Wanda, listen," Pietro interrupted and his brows furrowing. "You know what happened. The bombing. The explosion that killed those people. And you know who they blamed."

Wanda nodded slowly. "The Winter Soldier."

Pietro scoffed. "Exactly. Barnes. And yet, Steve still stands by him." He exhaled sharply, frustration evident in his tone. "You don't find that suspicious? If it was really him, why would Rogers—who, mind you, has been preaching about responsibility since the day he woke up from the ice—risk everything to protect him?"

Wanda bit her lip. "I don't know, Pietro. But I do know Steve. He wouldn't just throw everything away unless he believed in Barnes. There has to be more to this than we're seeing."

Pietro crossed his arms. "Or maybe he's just blinded by loyalty."

Sensing the tension rising between the siblings, Pietro turned to Peter. "What do you think, Webhead?"

Peter, who had been listening in silence, took a slow sip of his now-lukewarm coffee before answering. "I think the truth will come out soon." His voice was calm, almost indifferent, but there was an unmistakable glint in his eyes that suggested he knew far more than he was letting on.

Pietro frowned. "That's it? No analysis? No theories?"

Peter shrugged. "Look, if I wanted to, I could stop this whole mess right now. Find the real culprit, expose the truth, even prevent the entire Accords mess from escalating." He leaned back while stretching his arms. "But I'm not here to save the Avengers' asses."

Wanda turned to him with curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Then what are you here for?"

Peter's lips curled into a smirk. "To grow stronger. To gain allies. And most importantly…" His hand fingers interlocking with Wanda's. "…to enjoy my time with you."

Wanda's breath hitched slightly at the sudden contact, but she didn't pull away. A soft warmth spread through her chest as she squeezed his hand in return.

Just as the moment lingered between them, Peter's phone buzzed in his pocket.

He sighed, already irritated before even checking the caller ID. One glance at the screen, and his mood soured further.

Pietro raised an eyebrow. "What, you got a secret wife we don't know about?"

Peter shot him a dry look before glancing at Wanda. "It's… someone I know. Give me a sec."

Wanda and Pietro watched as he stood up, stepping away from the bench and walking a few feet away to take the call.

Peter placed the phone to his ear and greeted the caller in a casual tone, though there was a sharp edge beneath it. "Kingo. I was wondering when you'd call."

On the other end, Kingo's voice came through with a mix of amusement and concern. "Yeah, sorry about the delay. Got caught up in some business with my old friends."

Peter smirked. "Ah, the family reunion? How'd that go?"

Kingo let out a dry chuckle. "About as well as you'd expect. But that's not why I'm calling. We need to talk."

Peter sighed, "I figured. Our meeting got delayed because of you, and now you're calling me? Let me guess—Ajak filled you in."

There was silence on the other end for a brief moment before Kingo finally responded. "Yeah. She told me everything. About the mission, the Emergence, Tiamut… all of it." His voice grew heavier. "Peter, I don't know what to do. I don't want this planet to be destroyed, but it's… inevitable."

Peter's smirk widened. "That depends."

"On what?"

"On how willing you are to bet on something crazy."

Kingo sighed. "I knew you were going to say something ridiculous. Let's hear it."

Peter leaned against a nearby street lamp, lowering his voice. "What if I told you… the Emergence could be delayed?"

There was a long pause before Kingo responded. "What? That's impossible."

Peter's grin didn't falter. "Not necessarily. The process of a Celestial's birth requires energy—a massive amount of it, all drawn from the planet's core and its lifeforms. If someone could absorb that energy instead of letting it fuel Tiamut's awakening…"

Kingo sounded incredulous. "You're saying if someone takes in the Celestial's power, the Emergence stops?"

Peter chuckled. "Not stops. Delays. Long enough for us to figure something else out."

"That's insane," Kingo muttered. "There's no one who can do that."

Peter's smirk turned almost predatory. "You're talking to him."

Silence.

"…You're kidding, right?"

Peter's eyes gleamed. "Do I sound like I'm kidding?"

Kingo hesitated. "Peter, that's—that's not just some power source. That's a Celestial. We're talking about something beyond gods, beyond anything we understand."

"And that's exactly why it's the perfect opportunity," Peter said smoothly. "Think about it. It was our only shot."

'If I can take in even a portion of a Celestial's energy, my power will increase beyond imagination. And with my breeder reactor, I can sustain it, replicating its energy over time.' his grin become wide just thinking about it.

Kingo still sounded skeptical. "Even if you could do it, what makes you think it won't kill you?"

Peter shrugged. "Because I won't take all of it. Just enough to weaken Tiamut's awakening and buy us time."

There was another long silence before Kingo finally spoke again. "…I need to talk to the others."

Peter smirked. "Go ahead. But don't take too long. We may only have a few years left before the Emergence happens."

Kingo let out a heavy breath. "Fine. I'll get back to you."

Peter cut the call, sliding the phone back into his pocket, his mind already running through the next steps.

If things went according to plan, he wouldn't just save the planet—he'd ascend beyond anything this universe had ever seen. That will make him feel steps closer to his goal in this universe.

An army of Symbiote Celestials.

Now that was a future worth looking forward to.

.....

The dim light of a single hanging bulb flickered slightly as Nick Fury walked into his apartment. It wasn't much—just a modest space with a couch that had seen better days, a small kitchen cluttered with takeout containers, and a window that barely let in the city's neon glow.

He tossed his coat over the back of a chair, loosened his tie, and made his way to the fridge. Pulling out a leftover sandwich, he unwrapped it with practiced ease, took a bite, and chewed slowly. But before he could enjoy his second bite, he paused.

His one good eye narrowed slightly.

"Want a piece?" he asked in a casual tone.

From the shadows, a voice responded smoothly. "Depends. Is it actually fresh or one of your week-old 'it's still good' meals?"

Fury turned backwards as he already knows who it was before he saw her.

Leaning against the doorway is a women with her arms crossed, clad in her signature red, blue, and gold suit, she is Carol Danvers.

She smirked at him. "Still keeping the same diet, huh?"

Fury grunted while taking another bite. "And you're still sneaking into my house like you own the place."

Carol shrugged. "You called me. Thought I'd drop in, make sure you're still alive."

Fury sighed while placing the sandwich down on the counter. "We've had some things going down while you've been out playing space cop."

Carol rolled her eyes. "Don't start. You know I can't be everywhere at once."

Fury gave her a pointed look. "And yet, when I call, you somehow show up in a few days. What if it was an emergency, don't you think you should hurry up when I called?"

Carol smirked but didn't deny it. Instead, she pushed off the doorway and stepped closer. "Alright, enough small talk. Why'd you call me?"

Fury exhaled through his nose while rubbing his temple before finally saying, "To send a teenager home."

Carol raised an eyebrow. "A teenager?"

Fury gave her a knowing look. "You're gonna want to sit down for this one."

The room fell silent as the weight of his words hung in the air. Carol pulled out a chair, arms still crossed, waiting for an explanation.

And Fury, for the first time in a long while, wasn't sure where to start.

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