Violence. Gore.
Story of Vrishankh, a demon seeking revenge.

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Our Story is about a young man named Max.
His life was normal, well as normal as an outlaw could have. College classes by day, Killing by night.
He wasn’t a symbol of Hope or anything, he was just doing it for certain reasons.
Well now, he just so happens to be a man of culture, he loves his Comics & Anime. And he just so happens to get a second chance in life… in the Marvel Universe.
But not as human, he is now a Symbiote. Yes, like Venom or Carnage. Now read the damn book will ya.

Our Story is about a young man named Max.
His life was normal, well as normal as an outlaw could have. College classes by day, finishing off Criminals by night. 
He wasn’t a symbol of Peace or anything, he was just doing it for certain reasons.
Cleaning trash of Society, that law didn't or couldn't punish. 
Well now, he just so happens to be a man of culture, loves his Comics & Animes. 
But one day by chance he jumps to a different world… in the Marvel Universe.
But not as human, no for now he is a Symbiote. Yes, like Venom or Carnage. 
Now follow our Main Character as he lives his new Symbiotic LIfe.
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What you will find in this book.
- Slow growth MC
- Evolution (Though it will come later in the story)
- Technomancy (Fancy term to use for the person who can control Technology)
- NO HARAM. Yeah for Ordinary people. (Not a Wish-Fulfillment story)
- Alternate Marvel Universe (MCU + Marvel Comics) story.
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Also, I am writing this story after Civil-War, so the story starts late, I have written it because most of the Fan-Fics start way early like from Captain America, but drop it before they even reach Civil-War. So yeah, enjoy the story.
The story is set up in an Alternate Version of the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) more similar to the Comics. So there will be differences, MASSIVE Ones.
And is also slow Paced to make it as realistic as possible.
My Discord: https://discord.gg/drjVZt8H3g

Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

Super heroes who are quite shy to reveal themselves in public.

Note: fictional, please read without comparison with your lover or ex or beloved or someone you think you know more than him or her because after all it is a mere subject of the contest.

Please read with open mind. Trying to be the lost descendant of Shakespeare when English just a language to speak to convey our feelings not a barrier with subtle rules.

With her mind powers, surrounded by an illusory dystopian future, Rachel Grey builds a cockfighting ring. She and Fitz are about to duel their cocks.
She and Fitz share the same box. She plans on squeezing his neck between her thighs, when this is all over with, and decapitating him, by swinging around in circles, with her thighs clamped down and in...like Xenia Onatopp in GoldenEye, only MUCH more sexopathic...and not to mention with superpowers that Onatopp WISHES she had...
All around, the storm still blows. The lightning's popping all around...but it's not as close as before. Rachel would hate to kill her own cock, five minutes in, after all...
"I love cockfights, Mr. President. My mother did too." She turns, and tries to flap her short blonde hair...best she can, since her hair doesn't flap. "It's a certain weakness of ours."
Fitz grins. "So I recall reading in your mother's comics. I was a bit late to yours, though... And you weren't in the movie Days of Future Past, somehow..."
She shrugs. "Budget cuts, and all that. Plus, they had neither time nor patience to look for an actress to play me. They DID find one to play Blink, though... Anyway, enough of THAT bullshit. Let me introduce you to my cock."
On one side of the arena, a metal door slides up, revealing a vomitorium. A big orange bird walks through. It looks like an ostrich...only its plumage is fire-colored.
Rachel grins. "Phoenixes come in many shapes and sizes, Mr. President. I hated to render this one flightless, but... Wouldn't cockfights be boring, if cocks could fly?"
"Wouldn't know, but... I can imagine the boredom."
She scoffs. "You are SO not a bad boy, Mr. President. I have no idea why they elected you."
"Interesting you should accuse me of that. Isn't your boyfriend, in the comics, the son of Mr. Fantastic and Invisible Woman?"
Rachel turns, and stares at Fitz. "Do I LOOK like I have a heart to you? Show me your damn cock!"
"Okay, but..." Fitz grins, and nods upward. On the other side of the ring, as the phoenix/ostrich struts past, a metal door reveals another vomitorium. Ms. Grey waits, in suspense, for Fitz to show his cock...
A little vampire ground finch wanders out. He prunes his wings, when he does.
Ms. Grey shrugs. "Where is your cock?"
He scoffs. "You're looking at him."
"What, is the finch its harbinger, or something?"
Fitz lowers his voice, grinning. "It IS the finch," he whispers.
She whirls, and gives him a disgusted look. "You sick pervert! You got my hopes up! I thought that yours would at LEAST be as big as mine...or even a fighting bird!"
"Ah well, you've clearly never heard of a VAMPIRE finch. Even so, that's no ordinary finch. He can drill through solid flesh like a little auger. He can fly fast enough to decapitate somebody. Just look at the bones!"
Hollow bird bones are now strewn about the arena.
"Those weren't there before!"
"You've been warned. Do what you will. But I will NOT be held liable for any injuries your precious phoenix chicks contract, during these matches."
"O, go pardon a turkey! Ozzie! Pancake that little starling, there! Show him how much he's worth!"
The phoenix/ostrich changes course, and approaches the finch...
"Watch, love," Fitz whispers, "and learn..."
"O, save it for when you're cheating on the..."
The finch spreads its wings, and flies right through the phoenix/ostrich's chest, like a bullet. He comes out the back end. The phoenix/ostrich gawks, and falls over.
"What in the name of Bolivar Trask! That is SO not fair!"
"O, and having a bird that's bigger than mine is? You know, Ms. Grey, you should consider seeing a therapist."
"O, shut up!"
"I'll also tell you what ELSE is unfair. You see, when people..."
"ENOUGH! I'LL SEND IN EVERYTHING I HAVE! I'LL REDUCE YOUR LITTLE VAMPIRE FINCH TO NOTHING! VOLLEY, FIRE!"
With that, the vomitorium vomits ALL of Ms. Grey's phoenix/ostriches. Like a bullet, the vampire finch flies through each of their chests, disheartening them. Blood spills out of them, as he does it.
He's rather disappointed that these cocks are crashing his feast. He WAS feasting on the first cock's blood, before they came along...
Alas, at some point, the rest of the cocks leap from the arena, and run. One of them suddenly becomes capable of verbal speech, and shouts, "RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY...!"
Ms. Grey hits her knees, and starts to undo the President's fly. "Oh! I pledge allegiance to your cock, Mr. President!"
Fitz sighs, and summons his rifle from nowhere. He reloads it, aims it at her forehead point-blank, and fires.
Ms. Grey's expression becomes empty, as a sudden hole, in the center of her forehead, causes her to fall over, curl up, and die.
All around, the illusion changes, again. Fitz is back in the aquarium dome.
"Hmm, that's strange." Fitz cleans the rifle muzzle. "You've got a Hindu dot. I've heard of chicks in Maharashtra getting those tattooed on their foreheads when they came of age, but I had no idea that there were mutants who actually grew those biologically." With that, Fitz reloads his rifle. "Alright, Cyrus! I killed your sister! Now give me back my home!"
At Fitz's feet, Ms. Grey's corpse vanishes.
"Very good, Fitz," Cyrus's voice echoes, throughout the dome. Fitz looks around, pointing his rifle everywhere. He's nowhere to be seen. "Your convoy has bested my Sinister Duo. You've all bested my Legion of Doom, my X-Force, and my Sisterhood of Evil Mutants. But I'm just getting warmed up. We both know, after all, that you can't REALLY be a president...unless you've mastered a Master of Evil."
High above, the whale shark swims right over Fitz. Fitz aims the rifle high, and pulls the trigger...
Too late; the illusion changes, again...to the surface of the moon Titan. The storms here are even stronger. But at least science was right, when it suggested that humans can stay here without suffocating to death.
Alas, this isn't the real Titan, Fitz now remembers. It's just an illusion...
In the final wave of the defensive, the Carnage Cosmic descends down upon the President, aback his silver-colored surfboard. He looks like Silver Surfer. And he is. But this version is loaded...with a symbiote that WAS red...before its most recent falling for the color silver...
Fitz, as Harold Nixon, aims his rifle up, at the descending cosmic being. He knows his rifle is probably powerless against the Carnage Cosmic. Even so, for Liv, and for his career, and for his general peace of mind, Fitz must try...
Silver Surfer stands on his surfboard, handsome as ever. Fitz would hate to describe him as such, but...he DID once seduce Invisible Woman...without Carnage in him.
With that, Silver Surfer's face becomes Carnage. He's got fangs, like Venom's. He looks a lot like Venom...only redder, and with a more insatiable appetite...for both violence and grub.
Carnage's fangs smile down upon Fitz. As adored as Fitz sometimes is, by Carnage's and Venom's appearances, he's also found them both creepy, as foes...
"Welcome to the so-called fatherland of Greece, Mr. President," Carnage speaks, making scary movements with his mouth, as he does. "There are no Spartans here...but I will personally make sure that you don't leave until Kronos swallows you...if I don't beat him to it." With that, he licks his chops.

Sequel to "Thomas Grant: Vampire Hunter."  Parent fiction of "Jewish Cat, German Mouse."

{ } - Toxin, an AI, or other voices in Peter's head

Right after dealing with Eddie, Peter and Nat, the latter keeping V/C from causing damage on the ground since Peter knew his weaknesses better for a fight, went back to Avengers Tower. Peter sent his suit back into standby mode, unknowingly trapping a goopy blob in with it. Later on, after experimenting more with his new webbing, he went back to his office. Planning to maybe change or improve a few things of the suit, he brought it out again. 

At first, he didn't feel any change. But then he did. He felt much stronger than before. And faster. Fearing these implications based on what had happened in the past with Venom, he went to a mirror. What he saw was strange. He wasn't coated in the suit as he used to be. Instead, it felt like the symbiote had integrated with the suit. All of the previously white webbing was now a vibrant, kind of bright maroon. Not neon, but light enough and bright enough to tell the color change. The blue of his suit had darkened, too, from a denim color to more of a dark blueberry color. A voice began speaking in his head. {What are you, Peter Parker?}


Cursing, Peter realized that Toxin knew now that he wasn't the original Peter Parker. This would be a very long conversation.

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The next morning, after almost no sleep answering questions that a newborn symbiote asked of him, Peter dragged himself out of bed with a groan.

Toxin was...strange. He felt different to the way Venom, or even Carnage, felt. It was like...Venom and Carnage fed off of hate and...well...carnage. But Toxin didn't. Toxin's power and motivation fed off of how much fun he was having, or how bored he was. If he was having fun, he would be very strong. If he was very very bored, then he would be angry, and prone to actually hurting people. Feeling that Toxin may actually be more feasible of a companion than Venom ever could be, what with the corruption of Peter's head, Peter decided he would talk to Toxin some more, a little out of necessity, given how much Toxin already knew about him. As Peter ate breakfast and went about his morning routine, Toxin was actively learning basic or advanced things based off of Peter's memories. And, given that this Peter knew almost every little thing about almost every piece of lore, almost every storyline, and almost every character based in the comics, that was a lot of shit to learn. That didn't mean there weren't exceptions in this timeline, but this was enough to be crucially important.


In the middle of breakfast, his secretary, Rachel, called his cell phone. He answered, only to be met with NOT Rachel's voice. Instead, it was tech rival and arch nemesis Norman Osborn, holding Rachel hostage. Peter sighed. "Norman, why would you take my secretary? As much as I do care about my secretary, you know I could easily come up with another in her absence."


Norman, clearly not having gotten a memo about Peter's love life, had made some pretty bad assumptions. "Oh but you wouldn't let your secretary leave, would you? I mean, how long have you been together? 3 years since your company started?" Norman had a limited array of people he could threaten Peter with, given the around-the-clock protection of MJ and Aunt May by S.H.I.E.L.D.


Peter audibly sighed again. "Norman, that's just my secretary. We're not together." A barrage of deranged curses rang out from the other side of the phone. Peter's company had defenses that were specifically designed to combat Osborn's offence. This was Osborn's only choice. Now he looked stupid.


As this conversation went on, Peter swung through the city from his mechanical, and now partially symbiotic, arms. Where most symbiotes fed on actual people, since the nanotech of Peter's suit had kind of fused Toxin into it as a sort of sentient AI, Toxin fed on other pieces of tech. As a result, Peter's suit would improve and become more and more efficient.


By the time the call ended, with Norman basically saying he was going to kill the secretary anyway, Peter was staring at Norman from above. "I'd like to see you try!" Speaking up, Peter dropped down from the webbing tightrope he'd made and rammed his mecha-symbiotic arms through Norman's glider. Normally that would be almost impossible. Now, it was actually fairly easy. It wasn't hot-knife-through-butter easy, but easy enough. With a snarl, Norman threw a punch at Peter, who was under the glider with his upper two arms through the top of the rapidly descending glider. Peter dodged his head to the side and grabbed Norman's hand with his and wrenched him off the glider and onto a rooftop below them.

Guiding the glider to the rooftop with well-placed webzips, he webbed it to the roof and shorted it out with a taser webs. Turning back to Norman, he put away his extra appendages and put his fists up. Norman had obviously gotten an upgrade. His suit before, which was like pajamas (comic book Green Goblin) was replaced with an actual suit of a sort of armor. (Raimi trilogy Green Goblin) Peter shot a web to his sides, latching to some AC turbines, and catapulted himself towards Norman. His feet double-kicked him in the stomach, followed by a kip-up that nailed his jaw and a punch to the temple. Norman, irritated, tossed a punch Peter's way, who grabbed his wrist and threw him to the side, slamming him against the roof exit of a stairwell.


After another short scuffle, Peter manifested a hammer from his webshooters, the webs now a dark crimson, and nailed a two-handed uppercut to Norman. Norman, barely conscious from the hit, had the relative awareness to drop a few pumpkin bombs down at Peter. Nimble on his feet, Peter's other arms shot out and snared the pumpkin bombs in a neat web. Peter spun around and tossed them right back at Norman, who was still falling. This launched him out and over the streets.


Not wanting to kill anybody, Peter shot a web out to hit Norman's chest, pulling him back, from an inhuman distance, and clotheslined him, sending Norman into unconsciousness, and possibly eating from a tube for the next week or two.


After webbing him down, Toxin spoke up. {That glider...it looks tasty. Set your hand on it for me, will you?} Shrugging, Peter walked over to the glider and moved to set his hand on it. Before he even got the chance, Toxin detached some from his suit, those parts of his suit reverting to before he fused to it. Toxin was a dark burgundy or maroon color on his head and neck, his eyes a dull beige. He opened his mouth, which looked more like an abyss than anything else, and suddenly swallowed the glider whole, almost comically increasing in size. The instant that Toxin went back into the suit, he cackled wildly in Peter's head. {Oh this is gonna be fun. Sit tight!}


Right after this statement from Toxin, Peter found himself tossed off a building and gliding through the air in a straight line.

Superior Spider-Man is in control.

But not for long.


Peter Parker is now freed from his own mind. But he is not quite the same Peter Parker from before he was pushed aside.


AN// Basically, what this is, is a Self Insert story where Peter Parker's mind is replaced by a transmigrator, one with no memories of his own aside from extensive comic knowledge, while Otto Octavius is in control of his body. The ideas I come up with in this fanfiction are somewhat my own, and somewhat inspired by a fanfiction.net work.

PSA: This story has been dropped momentarily, but it has also been tagged for an eventual rewrite.

Tony was going towards his lab when suddenly he saw a flying man with huge metallic wings. He immediately knew it was Vulture, the main villain in Spiderman's origin story. His loose shirt and pant immediately turned liquid while he disappeared from his lab.
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Peter was fighting with Toomes, who was in his Vulture suit, who then throws Peter into a lake. Peter gets strangled in his own parachute just like in the movies but suddenly he is pulled into the air while he loses all controls of his suit.

"Mr. Stark!" Shouted Peter as he saw Tony, in his signature black suit and pink goggles, intercepting Vulture's claw with his bare hands!

"You should be more careful, kid." Said Tony as he suddenly jerked at the Vulture's claw and slapped him down hard on the desolate road.

"Adrian Toomes, Former owner of a salvage company, killed over 18 people personally and almost Ten thousand through the weapons you sold." Continued Tony as he flicked his fingers and Vulture's armor got completely destroyed.

Peter was shocked at the number of people this guy had killed while Toomes himself was barely able to breathe as all the bones in his body seemed to have shattered from the earlier smack from Tony.

Peter was nervous and confused as to what to do now when suddenly Friday, his Suit's AI turned the suit's interface into red color and said 

[Killer Mode]

Before he could even react to this sudden change of his suit, he heard Tony's voice

"This is a good time for you to become an Avenger, Kid." 

Peter stared wide eyed at Stark and then at Toomes.

"Si..Sir...Isn't prison mo….." Peter wasn't even able to complete his sentence when he was reminded of the scene when Stark had killed Natasha. That time, Stark had told him that some people need to die to ensure the safety of the masses.

"How naïve can you still be? This guy is responsible for the deaths of Tens of thousands of people and you think he should be sent to prison where he can enjoy free food and shelter as he plans his next carnage?"

Tony's words were still ringing in Peter's head when his suit started to move on its own towards Toomes who was still lying down on the road. His eyes had partially bulged out while he was lying in his own puddle of blood.

Images started flashing in front of Peter's eyes as Starks words were playing over and over in his ears. He was moving towards Toomes in the suit and sat down beside him while his arms, under Tony's control lifted up and started to strangle Toomes. 
Just before completely snapping Toomes's neck, Tony gave a mental command and everything stopped. The images and voices stopped playing in the suit as Peter regained his control over the suit and saw himself clutching the neck of Toomes. As soon as he saw it, his hands tightened the grip over Toomes's neck as a *snap* was heard in the air and he laid there, dead, with his eyes bulging out as Peter stayed over his body, motionless, In his suit.

Tony silently went up to Peter and put an arm around him while saying.

"You did good, Kid."
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"Hey Peter! Where were you? I called you twice and yet you didn't answer!" Said Aunt May as Peter quickly went to his room where his best friend Ned was waiting for him. May got worried at Peter's behavior and wanted to talk to him but her feets immediately came to a halt when she saw Ned thrown out of Peter's room. She was extremely shocked her nephew's behavior.
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Tony was driving through the city while enjoying the air breezing past his face when he heard a notification and continued to smile.

[Incoming Signal towards Scott Lang's radio frequency]

[Signal located]

"Hank Pym and her daughter Hope Pym….Doesn't Tony hook up with Hope after she gets divorced from Scott in the comics? Hmm…..meh. Jarvis, Intercept the signal. They weren't connected to internet so you were not able to infiltrate, right? Use this signal and get in their system. Get all their research and fry their systems, machines, and their labs. Empty their bank accounts and freeze their properties too. If they can still rise after all this, then maybe I'll give them a little attention. Also send the Vibranium bot to kill that Ghost girl. I don't want any loose ends going through my building's walls."

[Assassination of Ava Starr, alias Ghost with the vibranium nanobot. Confirmed]

[Using the signal to infiltrate, snatch and fry.]
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Tony was back in his lab doing experiments with the research data that Jarvis stole from Hank Pym. He did quite a few experiments from this research while also working on improving it. The great thing about his Endo-Sym armor was that it was made up of the Constituent matter of a Symbiot and could be easily manipulated to add any kind of upgrade.

After much experiments, he was able to produce Pym particles from his Endo-Sym armor and successfully upgraded the suit to increase or decrease in size at will.

"Well, That's one thing off the list of thousands. Now, I can finally-"

Suddenly a notification came in his mind with which he snapped his fingers and many things from his lab submerged in ground. His eyes flashed up with red light, displaying his extreme anger before immediately returning to normal. Instantly, out of nowhere, T'Challa appeared in his lab with an unconscious Magneto on his shoulder.

Bast doesn't help T'Challa with teleportation until quite late into the comics and he never does it in the movies but due to Tony fucking up the timeline, it looks like Bast decided to help T'Challa in his fight with Magneto and then directly teleported him in his lab.

'This fucking cat!' Was the only thing in Tony's mind. Tony never liked anyone invading his privacy, not in his previous life and certainly not in this. He had quite a lot of secrets and it made the Psychopath extremely angry at Bast who didn't honor his privacy. It seemed like he made a decision to make something to deal with Bast as T'Challa threw Magneto's body aside, removed his helmet and came in front of Tony to hug him.
Tony smiled and hugged back as he greeted his warrior brother from Wakanda.

"How are you Brother" Asked T'Challa

"Good Bro, How about you? And Where the hell did you even come from?"

"ahahaha….This is God Panther's ability. He teleported me here directly."

"Oh? Interesting….Arre, You father's condition is stable now. He should wake up by tomorrow noon."

"Really! Thanks brother."

T'Challa and Tony had some talk about Wakanda and his uncle coveting the throne. He also saw his father and seeing that his face looked ten years younger and all injuries healed as if they were never there, he was astonished.
"Used some Super-Soldier serum. He now has advanced strength,, speed, regeneration and more while his aging has slowed down."

"Is this Captain America's serum?" Asked T'Challa with a complicated expression.

"Yes, It is the serum of Winter Soldier. I extracted it from a Soviet Hydra Base." Replied Tony.

Actually, It was all bullshit. The serum he gave to T'Chaka was something different but he's not gonna tell that to T'Challa. 
T'Challa on the other hand was extremely thankful and didn't know what to say.

"It's okay brother. Once you guys saved my life and helped me. Now it's my turn to return the favor."

Tony then went on to tell him about Ulysses, Killmonger and others. T'Challa was enraged to know about all of it.

"You should come to Wakanda, Tony. I don't think you have anything to do here in New York anyways." Said T'Challa as he was about to leave from Tony's lab.

Listening to T'Challa say that he didn't had anything to do, he chuckled as he thought all the million things that he needed to do and replied while smiling

"Of Course. I will come to Wakanda next week with your father. Don't worry."

Then they said their goodbyes as Bast teleported T'Challa straight to the Wakandan throne room.
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"Jarvis! Extract Magneto's memories."

[Sir, The subject will die and Memories will be fragmented. We still can't fully control the Mind Stone.]

"I don't care! He is just a test subject. And Even fragmented memories of his can give me many of Xavier's secrets."

[Affirmative. Awaiting Authorization to use The Infinity Stone, The Mind Stone]

"Permission Granted"

[Authorization Confirmed]

'If I could find the digital copy of Ultron, I'll be able to understand the structure of Mind Stone. I can't risk creating an Ultron from scratch though. Looks like I need to find Ultron. He obviously escaped, No way an intelligent and self-aware AI like him would not keep an offline copy somewhere before fighting off the Avengers.' Thought Tony as he saw Magneto's body lift up on a table and the Mind Stone, which was at some point on Vision's head was now shining over the table in a magnetic confinement.

A Genius Psychopath from Earth transmigrates into the body of Tony Stark which completely changes the fate of the Multiverse.
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This novel will follow both The Cinematic and Comic Verse. If you are a fellow nerd then you will be able to understand more quickly than the normies.
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AU Dark!Tony
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The Reason I'm writing this and not continuing my other novels is that I am in hospital and the chapters of those novels are saved up in my desktop at home. Now till I recover in this Hospital, I will write this fiction and maybe more from my mobile.

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