#usm2012

My hand got a bit tired, but it's finally done.

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Danny was turning even more concerned by the day after the Goblin had infected them with goblin gas. They were saved by Peter. Peter had quit the team with almost no warning in the aftermath. The team obviously felt hurt, especially when he also turned down the Avengers on the same day. That just made them more concerned, sam tried to call or confront him about his decision. However, Peter always found a way out. Ava was trying to talk to him at school, but he just ignored her. Sometimes, Danny would pick up an almost low growl coming from Peter's throat. Luke tried to talk to him, that is, until Peter pushed him back with more force than he meant to. Cracking the wall behind him. Luke stopped trying after that. It was all made worse when Goblin escaped SHIELD custody.

Danny could feel the unease, the dread, and this fury in Peter's aura. He glanced at the brunette sitting on the other side of the couch. The blue hue of the tv as the only light source. His boyfriend had been distant as of late. He just wished that Peter would tell him of his woes, if only to quell this unyielding anger. It almost felt animalistic in nature. Danny took in a breath. He knew he had to ask.

"Spider, we need to talk." Danny looked at Peter with concern.

"About what?" Peter's tone was so... flat.

"Uh.. about why you left the team. And your growing hostility towards us and our other friends." Danny attempted to keep his tone calm. He was doing well, keeping the balance. That was what he did best. He could do this as well he just needed to keep things in balance, not allowing chaos to slip in.

Danny almost swore he heard Peter growl, though this time his words had more bite to them. "That's none of your business."

Danny's mouth was a gape, Peter had never spoken to him like this. "Peter, I just-"

Peter stormed past him and up the stairs to the bathroom, Danny couldn't help but notice that he looked a shade paler, or maybe it was just the light of the TV.

-

Peter burst through the bathroom door and slammed it behind him he fell on the ceramic bowl of the toilet and threw up the contents of his stomach. He felt them shifting and growing under his skin. He just wanted it to be done already his body twitched as he grunted in pain, flopping on the bathroom floor like a fish out of water. Tears pricked at his eyes and flowed down his cheeks as he tried to stifle his screaming. However, he heard a frantic knocking on the bathroom door. There was no doubt Danny had heard him. Then the real nightmare began, his back felt like it was on fire, his skin was stretching, ripping, tearing apart as four spider legs broke free, painting the bathroom in dots of red blood. It was when Peter had stopped his screaming and had finally caught his breath. Did he realize that the door was already open. He turned to see Danny, his emerald eyes locked onto Peter with pure terror.

He saw as Danny stood, still not moving a muscle as if he were a statue. Peter felt something odd. He felt this sort of euphoria wash over him, like what was happening was good. It needed to happen. He was always a spider. All he needed was an extra push.

-

Danny couldn't move, only stare, he saw it the way Peter's skin had turned gray and lifeless. He saw his eyes once a crystal blue and turned to black voids with red pupils, the way his nails were sharpening, the most jaring was his new appendages sprouting from his back the muscle peeking out from the broken skin. He felt something seize him, primal fear coiling around his neck choking any semblence of peace from his being. His mind was screaming for him to run, but his body didn't obey. He just stood there staring.

Peter stood, holding his hands up as if trying to soothe Danny. "It's ok, Danny. I'm ok. Better actually, I feel a lot better now."

Danny, "I-" Danny's mind was racing he wanted to ask what could've done this, but he knew the awnser before he even asked. "The gas. It must've had a different effect on- don't worry, we'll get Dr. Conners here, and get you to SHIELD they can help you."

Peter looked at him confused, like he didn't understand why Danny was so afraid. Then he laughed, boastful and carefree. To Danny, it felt so wrong, Peter's voice was still hoarse from screaming. "I don't need help, I'm perfectly fine. I feel stronger, faster, and better. Why would I give that up?"

Danny gripped his shoulders, trying to ground him. "Peter, please see reason. This isn't right."

Peter chuckled, "Danny, please. I'm fine, I mean it. I'm still the same person, right?"

Danny wanted to say yes, but he was reminded of all the ways Peter had changed. The ways he hurt others, if they deserved it or not. The violent way he fought now, he actually made a joke about J. J. Jameson falling of the Beugals rooftop. Danny wanted to say yes, but he just couldn't. "I- I don't know."

Peter paused, his smile falling. "... what are you saying?"

Danny's eyes started to become blurry, Peter was one of the handful of people in his life to see him cry. He remembered Peter's tender embrace as he held him during that time. "I just want you to be safe. This new version of you worries me. I love you, Peter, but you need help. Please take it."

Peter just stared, and then he laughed, not happy or boisterous. A deranged cackling that Danny had never heard from him before. "That's funny. It almost sounded like you were serious. Don't worry, I'll make more of that gas as soon as I can."

Danny's heart dropped as the words spilled from Peter's mouth. "What? Why on earth would you do that?"

Peter looked Danny in the eye and said with the utmost sincerity. "Because I finally got a taste of real power. This is amazing." Peter gently held Danny's face and moved closer. "And i want to show you this and so much more."

Danny's watch beeped, and Peter glanced down. He must've called for backup. "Peter, please just listen- Mnm."

Peter pressed his lips against Danny's in a passionate kiss. Pushing his venom into Danny's mouth was risky, but as long as it wasn't in his bloodstream, he should be ok. Besides, it was for his own good Peter was helping him. He just didn't realize it yet, but he will soon enough.

-

Danny felt his knees give out as he collapsed in the hallway. It was odd, a numbing feeling spread throughout his limbs, and his mind felt like mush. It was hard to focus. It was hard to think. All the sound around him felt like it was all happening underwater. He felt himself being lifted off the floor and carried somewhere. Then he heard shouting. He felt himself being pulled back by sturdy arms. He felt heat radiated around him. The heard shouting and yelling, glass shattering, then silence.

Danny's eyes opened in the SHIELD medbay, and he caught Dr. Conners eye as he woke. "Iron Fist, how are you feeling."

Danny tried to speak, but it came out slured. "No- not great." Danny tried to move his limbs, but he best he could do was twitch and flex his hands and fingers. "Where's... spider?"

Dr. Conners expression shifted into something resembling a kicked puppy. "He escaped before the team could get to him. I know as soon as you're up again, you're going to look for him. Be careful, ok?"

Danny offered a slow yet dedicated nod of his head, he will bring Peter home. No matter what.

-

Peter ran into the abandoned warehouse. "Why did they attack me? Didn't they know I was trying to help them? Don't they trust me?" Thoughts raced in and out of Peter's head like rats and spilled from his mouth like rapids. Then he heard heavy footsteps approaching. He snapped his head to whoever it was and found Norman Osborn, the Goblin.

Goblin had his hands up in a seemingly trustworthy gesture. "Easy, I just wanted to talk." Peter raised an eyebrow and then motioned for him to continue. He grinned. "I believe we can help each other. After all, you only want to show your loved ones the truth, right? I can help you with that. With our combined forces, we can free them from SHIELD and their influence. All I ask in return is help in my own endeavors. So, are you interested?" Goblin held out his hand, waiting for Peter to take it.

Peter thought about it for a moment and then shook Goblin's hand. "As long as I get my friends, then I'll help you."

Goblin's grin grew wider, "wonderful, what should I call you?"

Peter cocked his head to the side in thought, then he gave a toothy smile, his fangs catching the light. "Call me, Wolf Spider."