As a Symbiote in Marvel multiverse

**Earth-199999**

Inside Fury's dimly lit apartment, the air was thick with unspoken concerns as he and Carol sat across from each other on the normal looking sofa.

The room smelled faintly of coffee and gun oil, remnants of Fury's ever-vigilant lifestyle. Carol leaned back with her arms crossed and her eyes locked onto him as he finished explaining why he had called her.

"So, let me get this straight," she said while raising an eyebrow. "You want to send this Peter guy home because you think the world isn't ready for him?"

Fury sighed as he began rubbing his temple. "Hell, Carol, the world ain't even ready for its own aliens. And now we've got a kid from another universe running around, wiping out entire mosquito populations for fun."

Carol scoffed. "Oh no, not the mosquitoes—whatever will the ecosystem do?"

Fury shot her a look. "Laugh all you want, but you weren't here to see it. The kid's got power—more than we can fully understand. Right now, he's playing nice, but what happens if something triggers him? What if one bad day makes him snap? He's lethal, Carol. You don't keep a loaded gun lying around without a safety."

Carol rested her chin on her hand and began thinking. "Alright, say I agree with you. How exactly do you plan on sending him back? It's not like we have a 'Return to Sender' button for multiversal travelers. And I doubt he's going to return home with just a simple word. We need to be prepared for everything."

Fury exhaled, but before he could answer, the room's lights flickered.

At first, it seemed like a power surge, but then the temperature dropped. Smoke curled in from beneath the door, seeping in like an eerie mist. Carol's fingers immediately sparked with golden energy, casting the room in a soft glow.

"You feel that?" she muttered.

Fury had already reached for his gun—only to find his holster empty. His expression darkened.

"Alright, whoever the hell you are, you better show yourself," he growled.

The lights cut out completely.

Outside, a distant scream echoed—a woman's voice, shrill and panicked. It sent an unnatural chill down their spines.

Fury tapped his earpiece. "Hill, you copy? Anyone out there?"

Silence.

Carol stood up and her body began to tense. "This isn't normal."

Fury gritted his teeth. "No kidding."

Then, without warning, the old television flickered to life, static buzzing through the speakers before the screen settled on a single image—Peter Parker, casually sitting in a dimly lit room with a grin plastered across his face. His voice echoed through the apartment, lighthearted but smug.

"Wow, you two are really on edge. I was just trying to make a joke. But, man—your expressions?" He whistled. "Priceless."

Fury and Carol just stared.

"You little—" Fury started, but Peter cut him off with his laughing.

"Nick, Nick, Nick… come on. You're a superspy, you should know when you're being watched."

Carol narrowed her eyes. "How the hell do you even know what we're talking about?"

Peter tilted his head. "Hello Ms.Danvers, it's nice to meet you. That's how we start a proper conversation. But since you're off World for long, maybe it's understandable you forget somethings. And for your question, I'm me. I have telepathy, I can manipulate energy, and I can sense emotions. You guys weren't exactly whispering, either." He grinned. "Besides, let's just say I have… other methods."

Fury scowled. "You bugged my damn apartment, didn't you?"

Peter feigned offense. "Whoa, whoa, Fury. Bugged is such a strong word. Let's say I borrowed some access. Honestly, you should upgrade your security, though I doubt it will be of any help."

Carol smirked with arms still crossed. "And what? You just decided to scare us for fun?"

Peter leaned forward in his chair on the screen, resting his chin on his hand. "Gotta admit, you did jump a little. But hey, in my defense, it's October. I thought a ghost prank would be seasonal."

Fury exhaled sharply. "Damn kid."

But then Peter's expression shifted. The amusement faded just slightly, replaced by something sharper.

"Look," Peter said and his voice losing its teasing edge. "I didn't come here with evil intentions. I just wanted to have some fun, gain some allies, and maybe enjoy life a little. But don't make the mistake of thinking I'm harmless. Because if you do force me to move…"

His smile returned, but this time, it was cold.

"…I can make you both vanish from the face of the Earth."

The room went still.

Carol's jaw tightened, but she didn't look away. Instead, she stepped forward and her eyes locked onto the screen.

"You talk big," she said, "But if you're really that powerful, then why don't you come meet me face-to-face?"

Peter blinked then his smirk widened. "Oh? You wanna see me that bad?" He chuckled. "I like bold women."

Carol's expression didn't change. "I like seeing my enemies before I punch them."

Peter laughed. "Oh, Danvers. I think I'm gonna like you." He winked. "Tell you what—soon, we're going on a date."

Carol raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Yeah? Keep dreaming."

Peter smirked. "Oh, I will."

And with that, the TV cut to black.

Carol clenched her fist.

Boom!

She punched the screen, shattering it into smoking shards.

Carol huffed while stepping back. "That little shit."

Fury pinched the bridge of his nose. "Great. Now you pissed him off."

Carol rolled her eyes. "He pissed me off first."

Fury glanced at his now-destroyed TV. "And you're paying for that."

Carol gave him a deadpan look. "Yeah. Put it on my tab." she muttered and began walking away as Fury just groaned. 'Things got a lot more complicated.'

.....

Inside the observation room, Tony Stark sat slouched in his chair while rubbing his temples. Natasha Romanoff sat beside him with her arms crossed and her expression is unreadable.

They had just gotten their asses handed to them by the Winter Soldier. Not only had he escaped from custody, but Steve and Sam had vanished with him. And to make things worse, Ross was twisting the knife, using every scrap of leverage he had to push them into a corner.

Tony let out a frustrated sigh. "We're running out of time."

Natasha glanced at him while raising an eyebrow. "Nice to see you embracing optimism."

Tony leaned back and began staring at the ceiling. "Oh, I am optimistic. Optimistic that Ross is going to make our lives a living hell if we don't bring Barnes in within the next seventy-two hours."

Natasha drummed her fingers on the table. "You know Ross. He doesn't do empty threats. If we don't handle this, he's going to label Steve and Sam as terrorists right alongside Barnes."

Tony shook his head. "Of course he's not. He's been waiting for an excuse to tighten the leash. And thanks to Barnes, Cap just gift-wrapped it for him."

Natasha glanced at him. "Ross gave us seventy-two hours before he officially brands Steve and Sam as terrorists. He's not bluffing."

Tony didn't respond immediately. He wasn't just thinking about Ross or Steve—he was thinking about Peter. Not the Peter they had on file, but the other one. The one who was far too powerful to be running around unchecked.

They both knew this wasn't just about Steve or the Accords anymore. There was another factor at play—one neither of them wanted to discuss publicly.

Peter Parker.

The Guy. The one who wasn't from this universe.

They had kept that information tightly under wraps. The world wasn't ready for aliens, let alone people from other universes. But after Peter's last meeting with Ross? Yeah, that cat was inching dangerously close to getting out of the bag.

Natasha leaned back while shaking her head. "Peter didn't just refuse Ross. He humiliated him."

Tony scoffed. "Understatement. He made Ross look like a joke in the meeting room. That man holds a grudge. Now, whether Peter likes it or not, he's on Ross' radar. And if Ross starts digging…"

Natasha finished the thought. "The truth gets out."

Tony went quiet for a moment, then muttered, "People with that kind of power shouldn't go unchecked."

Natasha frowned. "You really believe that?"

Tony met her gaze, his expression serious. "I know it. People with power always think they're doing the right thing. Until one day, they're not. That's why I signed the Accords. That's why Rhodey signed." He rubbed his chin. "Peter—he has way too much power. If people with power don't have limits, it's only a matter of time before something goes really wrong."

Natasha didn't answer immediately. She knew Tony had a point, but Peter wasn't the problem right now.

Tony sighed and began shaking his head. "We're short on members. Steve's gone, Sam's gone, Bruce wanted to retire, Barnes is in the wind, and Ross is breathing down our necks."

Natasha crossed her arms. "Don't expect Peter to help us. He's not interested in playing government games."

"Which is exactly why I have a backup plan," Tony said with a smirk creeping onto his face.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "What backup plan?"

Tony then tapped on his tablet, and the screen flickered to life. The screen flickered to life, and a new image filled the display—a kid in a blue and red suit, swinging through the city.

Natasha's eyes widened. She stood up and staring at the screen. "You've got to be kidding me."

Tony smirked while leaning back in his chair. "When you've got one Spider-Man causing problems, why not recruit another?"

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AN: Civil war is about to start, I plan to finish it quickly, maybe within 2 to 3 chapters.

Any guesses on how Peter handle Carol.

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