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Chapitre 239: Arc Eight. Chapter Two Hundred Thirty-Nine. Trauma Centre

Whatever Hank had done to keep Silk calm had not transferred over when she switched hosts, and she was angry.

It was like coming from a drug-induced haze. Hank had used a chemical cocktail to keep her quiet, she could barely remember being with Cindy, only the lulling toxic haze that followed her time after she killed Aaron. Even Peter's cell infusion had only made her feel whole, but the numbness remained.

The new symbiotes were both stronger than her, and she watched as one took her host, took Cindy from her and she raged.

Give her back, she screamed at the blue one, who laughed and batted away the tendrils she produced. Pinned her legs together with mechanical arms, and then sticking her arms to her side,

No, please, I'll behave I'll behave, as the last time she struggled as Hank used liquid nitrogen to keep her from escaping. The pain of being subdued and broken drove her into a blind panic.

Yes, you will, and Cindy is fine. We just need to make sure you're okay, we won't hurt you. The blue one told her, trying her best to stop the struggling symbiote for not just hurting herself, but hurting her new host.

Feel for her, listen to her and see.

Silk had been too shocked when the drug wore off, but as she touched her host's mind, Gwen, she was called Gwen, she saw what life could have been like. She knew she loved the heart pumping state, when Cindy was angry or excited, adrenaline it was called, her new host told her, but she learned of something better. When she met the memories of a pair-bonding she quivered as it sparked a response.

Gwen moaned and twisted as Silk brought her to orgasm, and Gwen came over and over again, Silk becoming relentless in her discovery of a new drug.

"Now, Now dear, calm yourself. You'll hurt Gwen, there will be time for that later." And as Octave extended her powers, Silk calmed under the influence of the stronger symbiote.

Slipping back, Liv sighed and using the arms hosted Gwen into a better position and then used the other two to climb back down into the warehouse, where she met Felicia.

"What the hell Liv?" but she paused,

"We needed to show the pair that we weren't going to hurt them, and Gwen was a suitable host. Would you have done it? I mean, would Huntress even have let you?"

Felicia crossed her arms and huffed, "was still dumb, Didn't she tell you about her little outburst?" and Liv shrugged,

"You're getting as bad as Peter. Oh no, an attractive young woman loves you, the horror." Liv said mockingly, "With the way you're collecting them, I think we might need a warehouse just for you."

Felicia rubbed an arm guiltily, "Well," and Liv laughed,

"I was joking dear, I'm sure if it came down to it, Peter would have no objections. Do we complain when he drags home another one?" and Felicia pouted and shook her head.

"There, but we do need to fix poor Silk, and before she hurts Gwen." Liv could feel the symbiote snarling and writhing under Gwen's skin, and Gwen was barely holding on. Silk was feral, and without Peter here, Liv was unsure if curing her was a good idea.

Silk wasn't mad at her treatment. She was just mad. Whatever trauma had caused the anger was buried and even her discreet probes were coming back as useless. She was an empath, not a telepath like Peter was, and with Wanda still at the sanctum, none of the latest symbiotes had the full range of powers Peter had.

"Oh, you stupid old bat," Liv cursed at herself. "Felicia, call Jean, I need her here, now." and Felicia shrugged and grabbed her phone, sending an S.O.S to Jean, at the mansion.

With Jean's powers, it didn't take her long to arrive, with Laura and Logan in tow, ready for battle and as the trio slipped in through the roof hatch,

"Oh thank god. Jean. I need you to calm Silk, and find out what's actually wrong with her." Logan frowned and shrugged,

"Not a lot we can do, pipsqueak. Hey got food?" and Felicia's shoulders sagged and she took Logan and Laura into the kitchen and began to pull out various leftovers to re-heat.

Jean was mumbling under her breath and Liv put a hand on her shoulder, "You'll be fine dear. Just slowly, and carefully," and as Jean reached out with Helios to touch the symbiotes mind, she gritted her teeth as the anger washed over her,

"Fighting. Hurt. Anger, humiliation." she hissed,

"Tortured, hurt, betrayed." and a fiery aura flared around Jean, "I, its too much" and Liv, ignoring the scorching heat, coated herself in Octave and touched her shoulder,

"You are doing fine dear." and Helios nodded,

"She, Flash, suffered. Peter's pain was too much, he couldn't take the guilt. He drank, and prescription pills. On the roof, Webb lashed out and as they fell, felt afraid, spawned Silk, " and Jean cleared her throat. "Webb was afraid of dying, and he's terrified of Peter. Silk shares that guilt and pain, but anger. Hank Pym did some terrible things to her, separated her from Cindy for hours until she started to die, he kept them both drugged, tested her over and over for weaknesses, oh god Liv, the things he did." and Helios's eyes snapped over to Cindy, who froze and stood, moving over. "Cindy suffered during high school. A closet lesbian, her mother found magazines in her room and berated her. She had a girlfriend, someone nobody suspected and hid it from them both, always afraid they would find out, always jumping at shadows." and she shook her head.

"We need to get Silk a new host, and unbond Cindy," Jean told Liv, sho shrugged.

"We can't. There are no suitable hosts in the warehouse. Everyone has a symbiote, even you."

"Logan," was all she said and Liv laughed,

"Logan? No offence dear but you want to give an unstable symbiote to someone who could murder us all. Cindy has no training, Logan is older than everyone combined, and I have seen him train Peter. No."

"I can deal with him," Felicia said as she brought him into the room, "and he agrees."

"Now, you want me to host Silk, so you can heal her both physically an' mentally, but why can't you just leave her on Gwen?"

"Because we need Gwen to find where Cindy ran off too, and she'll know all of Poison's favourite snack spots. We need someone who can control themselves, without being overwhelmed, and while I think it is dangerous, we need someone that won't die if Silk becomes overly aggressive."

"Won't die?" Logan asked, furrowing his brow.

"Symbiote can eat their hosts from the inside if they become too aggressive. No offence but you'll survive, even if it is painful."

Logan took a breath and sighed, "yeah but bein' eaten ain't exactly my idea of a good time. An' how exactly do you think Gwen will cope fightin' against a symbiote, they aren't exactly pushovers."

"Everyone here is Enhanced. Gwen included" and Logan tutted.

"I told that boy you were all too liberal with that potion crap."

Liv shrugged her shoulders, "She invented it, do you think she would test it on anyone else?" and he still shook his head,

"An' you don't have a problem with that? I fought Red Skull, I know what a bad formula can do. You're all crazy, an' one day it'll bite your ass so hard that it won't be just you that suffers."

"Well then. If that is your final decision. Huntress dear, can you please go find Miss Moon, and try not to hurt her too much. Gwen dear, I'm afraid you'll just have to endure this. We do have the biogel on hand, and if need be," and she glared at Logan, "we do have the Extremis formula, but I for one would not like to expose you to it without depowering you first."

"I didn't say I wouldn't help. I've fought Talon, an' you know they ain't pretty when they get that mad." and as Liv tutted, he walked past her and held out his hand to Gwen.

"Get it over with, before I change my mind." and she raised a shaky hand and Silk flowed onto him.

Logan laughed, and snorted, "that it? I ain't impressed." and he walked from the warehouse, "goin' for a smoke." and he continued to laugh as he pulled the pack from the top pocket of his jacket and bit the end from it, "as if some pansy-ass teenage drama would phase me."

Logan had lived through more wars than he could count, taken more lives and done so many bad things that a raging symbiote was just another drop of anger in the ocean that bubbled under the surface,

An' you. Behave or else, he mentally chided the symbiote, but Silk refused to respond.

As soon as it touched his mind it was overwhelmed. The rich experience flowed from him like honey and she swam in it, drinking him in. Everything he shared with her was new and raw, and what Hank had done to Cindy was nothing compared to what had been done to Logan, or what he had done.

As Logan headed to the door, he was greeted by Laura who sniffed at him a few times,

"Host?" and he rolled the cigar between his teeth, and nodded,

"Good, fight then. Can't die, and I can cut loose properly." and Logan laughed and ruffled her hair, much to her annoyance,

"Let her settle first, then yeah, let's see just what you guys deal with." He had been ignoring the spike from Silk, that small rush that he knew was her excitement. His was more feral, and she was like an angry kitten compared to what he normally dealt with.

Laura was perfect though. Her regeneration was the same as his, and he could probably cut her head off and she'd be fine. He could find out just what level these symbiotes pushed their hosts, and after years of exercises with Charles, and the need to stop stabbing people when they pissed him off, he had a pretty good grip on not just his rage, but all of his emotions.

As he took a draw of his cigar he felt the symbiote inside him quiver as the nicotine hit it, like that huh?

We do, Cindy was quiet, and only indulged in the candy, but you. Please, we do not wish to be afraid.

Show me, and as Silk flooded him with the memories of her times with Hank, Logan bit the end from his cigar and his claws almost slid out from clenched fists.

Yeah, you an' me, we should find that Pym and make him aware of just how much he messed up.

You would do that?

Aww shit, and Logan relaxed and thought back to the dam, of the tank and of the spotty memories of being experimented on, we ain't so different, an' I know how much it hurts, you'll be fine.

All his lessons, all his meditations and exercises never taught him how to comfort a scared and angry alien Symbiote that could read his thoughts and alter his brain chemistry. He figured though it was no different from one of the kids brought to the school, manifesting their powers for the first time, and that like them, sometimes it was just a friendly ear and comforting presence they were after.

Oh yeah, no poking around, I ain't one of Parker's little women okay, I ain't about to start whippin' it out for a good time alright?

We, we do not understand, the Cindy felt the desire but with us there, never

Shit, no wonder. Yeah, that's a conversation I ain't havin' with you either. You can get all that from one of the others.

If we wish to stay?

Logan laughed, I ain't about to be mommy to one of you critters. You know I ain't the nicest person around, and you know it's gonna be a rough ride right?

We do, but Cindy, we feel so much pain bonded with her, we taste you and we like it. she is, she was the only one we had.

Well, I ain't calling you Silk, I know that much. It's gonna be, I dunno, Snarl or Rage, or summin'. Naming things ain't my speciality.

We like Rage, it makes us feel like we feel.

An' you know I ain't gonna stop smokin', right?

The burning stick? No, do that more, and we also wish to taste the whiskey.

Well shit, I think we're gonna get along just fine.


Chapitre 240: Arc Eight. Chapter Two Hundred Forty. A Firm Hand

Logan finished his cigar, and as he turned and headed back inside the floor had already been turned into the sparring ring.

He laughed and shook his head as Laura let Talon slip over her, and he did the same. Rage conforming to his desire to stick with his tan and black uniform. He slid his claws in and out a few times to make sure she was sitting properly and then approached Talon.

Logan stretched and let the symbiote flex with him. His normal healing took care of everything but he felt the normal ache in his bones was missing. He had been told long ago the adamantium bonded to his skeleton caused problems, in the other test subjects they had either died or developed aggressive and fatal cancer within weeks of the process. Only his healing factor was strong enough to let him survive, and with Rage, it had been given an upgrade.

He walked past Gwen, who nodded before heading out and Laura stood on the mat, with Talon wrapped around her. "No holds barred," she said and he nodded.

"Ain't my funeral," and three blades slid out from each hand,

Talon nodded, but held up a hand, "wait. Prize?" and Rage sighed,

"Fine, I'll take you to Coney Island, just like you want." He had figured she would get Peter to take her, but after one of the other kids mentioned it, she wanted to go with him. It just wasn't his thing.

"And if you win, I'll run the exercises you want." and he frowned, and waved a finger at her

"That it? Your skinny little butt'll fix my car." and Talon giggled. He still hadn't forgiven her for scratching it, and it sat in the mansion's garage needing to be resprayed, which she had refused to do and hadn't even apologised.

Talon took her stance, and as Gwen closed the door of the warehouse, she heard the pair yell at each other.

Gwen knew where Poison would have gone. She had a tab running at one of the bakeries, which she had opened under Parker Inc and paid business rates for deliveries of danishes and lunches to the Parker Building. It was the only place nearby that Poison could get something sweet without having money, and as Cindy didn't drop off any luggage, Gwen figured she was broke.

It was strange being alone with her thoughts. Poison was quiet most of the time, as she hated Gwen's work, but they still spoke, and Poison would always purr or growl during meal times and Pete times. It wasn't that much of a downgrade for Gwen. They had all figured out how to keep the more personal information from each other, and the Symbiotes were content to just share the knowledge they gained. Her enhanced muscles made short work of the quick jog to the bakery and she spied Poison, sitting in her full symbskin armour on the bakeries sign, eating what looked like raspberry crowns. One of Poison's, but not Gwen's, favourites.

"I really hope you didn't go in like that," but Poison huffed at her and split her maw to slide in another crown. Gwen shrugged and shook her head, "funs over anyway, back to the warehouse. We need to give Cindy her medical, and Silk is all healed"

Poison huffed, and another crown slid into her mouth.

"Really? You want to do this?" and Poison shuffled and faced away from Gwen, holding the bag closer to her chest.

Fucking pain in my ass, Gwen sighed to herself, "Come on, you know we have treats at home. You can eat while we check out Cindy. No-one's going to take away your food," and Gwen shook her head as she had forgotten just how belligerent Poison could be, something she thought she had grown out of.

"Poison not here, go away." Poison said and continued to eat, she had switched to what looked like caramel shortcakes. Something after her sugar sensitivity Gwen could no longer stomach.

"Listen you little shit. You're in enough trouble without making me yell at you in the street." Gwen could see the store owner in the bakery, and as they reached for the phone, Gwen shook her head and pressed her palms together, begging them not to call the cops. The woman held up her hand, Five, and she put the phone down, standing behind the counter with her arms crossed. Gwen bowed at the women.

"You've got five minutes before they call the Shield or the ETF, then your ass is going to jail, and there are no treats in jail," Gwen shouted at Poison but she still faced away, stuffing the desserts into her mouth.

Pete's gonna kill me for this. Gwen moved to the Bakery window and took out her wallet, slapped her Enhanced card against the glass, "Enhanced, I'll deal with her. You've got our number, if there are any damages, call our office." and the woman nodded and ducked down behind the countertop.

Gwen stepped back, and eyed the distance, took a run and leaping up, grabbed and swung up to the sign, "You're coming home, like it or not you fucking shit."

Poison hissed at her and eyed at the empty bag, "finished anyway." and scrunched it up, huffing at Gwen. "Want more, Cindy wants more, give us more." and Gwen's shoulder slumped,

"There are more at home, you know what."

"Not fresh, want fresh. Want the sweety sour ones, want the super sugar ones, and want the sticky licky ones." Poison huffed,

"Poison. You can't, Cindy will get, Wait. Cindy. Why are you letting her do this? Change into normal clothes and we can head to the warehouse." but Poison stopped and crossed her arms,

"Cindy isn't talking. We want the sweety sweets or there will be no coming home. Home is boring, boring boring boring, all worky work, no playtimes, no Pete times, all just boring talky talk."

"Poison, you know we couldn't fight, so we didn't train. You didn't like fighting," and Poison huffed. She didn't, she liked sweets and Peter, but Gwen was busy and she didn't get either. "I promise I'll make more time for you okay? We can see what sweets you can eat and-"

"NO! Pete now!" and Poison grabbed her and lifted her from the ground, "No talky talk, PETE!"

Gwen balled her fists, "Pete isn't here, and we're going home before you get us arrested."

While Gwen was arguing with Poison, Logan was enjoying himself with the now christened Rage.

Talon had used her smaller size and speed to grab him in an armbar, but as his bones were indestructible, and with Rage bonded to him he could shut off his sense of pain he ignored it and he rolled onto his side, lifted the pair of them from the matt and slammed her back into it. It didn't matter if he dislocated his shoulder, as he rolled away he shrugged and Rage popped it back into place for him.

"I see why you all want one of these," and as Talon leapt, he sent out two lines, spun and swung her into the open end of the mat, she wrapped the lines around her wrists and pulled herself towards him, and their heads clashed. He was the victor though, adamantium was much stronger than bone, symbiote or not and she rolled away.

"Yup, but now it's nap time," he said, as Talon crouched on the mat, Rage rolled forwards and as she jumped to avoid a leg swept he spun, and with one hand lifted himself off the mat and struck her under the chin with both feet, as she went sailing he repeated his trick, sending out two lines but this time he yanked and as she flew towards him, even with blades drawn he shifted slightly, took them both in the soft tissue of his gut and stuck her on either side of the head with closed fists.

As she was stunned, he lifted her by the arms sticking her in his gut, slammed her down and then grabbed her neck, pitched forwards until there was a snap and she fell limp.

"Cherry red. Might as well respray the whole thing." and as she lifted herself up, tilted her neck until it popped back into place, "an' yup. I think I gotta get me one of these."

We want to stay, Rage spoke to him,

And don't Cindy get a say?

Not a toy dad, Talon interrupted,

What the hell? You can hear us? And Talon nodded,

Symbiotes share with host, need to speak in the mind. Baldy can't read your thoughts now, not unless Silk agrees,

Well, shit. You're all telepathic, Charles's gonna freak out when he finds out.

"But still, Cindy?" and Talon shrugged and shifted back into Laura's preferred outfit, a form-fitting black T-Shirt and tight black leather pants.

"Talon stays because Talon wants to. Little snot monsters live where they want, if we say no, they move," and Laura tilted her head, "or eat our brain. But they decide. Cindy can't make Silk stay."

"Yeah well, It's Rage now, and I guess it's stayin' here." and as Rage bubbled, she shifted and Logan was wearing a red and green plaid shirt, over a white t-shirt and blue jeans and tan leather cowboy boots. As he patted himself down he shrugged. "Oh, you little shit. You ate my cigars." and he felt Rage mentally shrug at him, "those were imports, an' they ain't." Logan sighed, "you know, I ain't buying you cigars to munch on, you smoke em', not eat 'em."

Those were the burning sticks?

Uh-huh

We are sorry, we promise not to do it again, we did not know, they smelt nice and we wished to try them,

"Just how sheltered was Cindy?" Logan asked out loud, and Liv answered,

"She is a twenty-six year-old girl, Logan. What exactly did you think she was going to get up to?"

Logan shrugged, "I dunno, it's been a while since I was twenty-anythin', but don't you all party and have uh," and as he saw the Liv, Laura and Felicia were all staring at him, "yeah, you know what, don't answer that one."

Felicia laughed, "that's us. We figured out," and she paused "oh, uh, we've never had to deal with a man being bonded before. Shit, can you get Pete?" and as Liv looked at her phone, she shook her head,

"Wakanda is still restricting access." and Liv scrolled through her contacts, "I've sent Eugene a message though."

"Something I'm missing?"

Felicia looked over at Liv pleadingly, who rolled her eyes and shrugged.

"Symbiotes are addicted to our neural chemistry, they get violent as adrenaline and noradrenaline are both apparently very tasty, but unfortunately so is testosterone, and dopamine, and serotonin, and a lot of other chemicals released during intercourse."

Logan stared for a moment and then laughed, "so guess that explains the horndog, so Rage an' all?" and Liv nodded.

"In fact, you will secrete a hormone to attract a mate, and unless you actively control that power, you will be busy. Peter has us all practice creating a thin invisible layer of armour over ourselves. It's not a symbiote per se, almost like a second skin, but unless you want to be buried under a mountain of flesh, practice, and oh, here." and Liv took the spare bottle of neutraliser they kept under the kitchen table. "Anyone coming onto you, spray them with that. You all might have issues with Peter, but he is very self-conscious about it, and very very much into consent."

"Yeah I know, I ain't judgin' the way you all live here, but I knew it was a power of his, I can smell it." Logan nodded, "It still ain't right though." and Liv sighed,

"It's a function of their biology. How else would they attract hosts? You don't get angry at flowers do you?" and Logan shrugged, he got angry at a lot of things.

While Logan and Liv waited for Flash to respond, Gwen was having less luck trying to persuade Poison to return to the warehouse.

She had grabbed her, and Gwen brought up both knees and smashed them into Poisons chin, stumbling back the symbiote rubbed her face and snarled,

"No fight, want Pete, want cookies, want fun." she hissed.

"And you can get them, but you need to come home." but Poison just hissed at her again and crouched down, holding one hand on the roof of the bakery while she readied herself to pounce.

"No. Cookies!" and she lept past Gwen and down onto the street.

Gwen swore as she heard the bakery owner scream. This time Poison hadn't even bothered to change, and with her gruesome visage and shark-toothed maw, she was not the nicest looking creature around.

Gwen huffed and clenched her fist, screaming to the empty roof. As she let out a breath, she grabbed at her pocket and pulled out a vial. She had taken it from Peter's lab, as Liv had told her of its existence.

As she waited, Poison swung back up to the roof, carrying a tray of cookies piled high with, and Gwen sighed, everything. Poison had emptied the shop's supply onto one tray and stolen it.

"Listen you fucking shit. You'll be paying for those," and Poison opened her maw and hissed. As she did Gwen popped the top and threw the vial at her, before sliding forwards and driving a fist into Poison's stomach, swinging around, taking her by the neck and bending her, driving her knee into the Symbiotes head.

After Logan had admonished the group, and Laura had almost gutted Peter, Liv had begun to work on several non-lethal methods to neutralise the Symbiotes. The idea of simply killing them was abhorrent, especially if the host had no control over their actions. It had been kept secret from everyone, and it was only when Gwen was unbonded that Liv shared a paralysing formula. One Gwen might need to subdue Cindy if she was better trained.

As Poison staggered back, Gwen grabbed the tray and smashed it over her head, and then, taking the thin edge, drove it onto the small of her back and then again into the nape of her neck, knowing she wasn't strong enough to snap anything but it would be incredibly painful. As Poison lay still, she uncoiled a rope. It was another of Livs creations, woven from the same nano polymer they created from Peter's webbing, and incredibly difficult for even a Symbiote to break, and began to hogtie Cindy.

Gwen stood over the broken form of Cindy. She hated having to cheat, but with Poison becoming violent, she needed to. But as she finished restraining her, she looked up at the sky as a ribbon of red spread across it.

"What the hell is that?"


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