Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

In the face of so much adversity, where they were outnumbered over a hundred to one, Peter did the sensible thing. He surrendered.

Deadpool tried to slowly draw a gun, so Peter smacked him on the back of the head, "No."

"Aww, I wouldn't kill them, just make them possibly unalive," Deadpool whined.

"Draw that gun and I will use it as a thermometer. Which end it goes in is a coin toss," Peter threatened him. If the Spider-people were willing to talk, and not fight, this could be resolved peacefully.

"Promises, promises, heads or tails. I always go for tails," Deadpool sighed, "Oh that was a glorious international women's day." Deadpool leaned in, "Ryan passed on the intimacy coach, and didn't use a stunt double," he whispered.

"If your friend is finished," Miguel said sternly. "I would ask that you disarm yourselves, at least until we can verify you are who you say you are."

"Yeah, that's fine," Peter said, "Isn't it," he said loudly at Deadpool.

"Fine, but I get to pick who does my cavity search," he replied. Deadpool started to strip. He took off his mask and ignored the small huffs of disgust. He unholstered his guns, two swords, one grenade, four knives, two teaspoons, a packet of hot sauce, four toothpicks, a bag of white powder labelled 'special snowflakes', and finally a small plushie.

"Web-shooters?" Miguel asked as he put everything in a box.

Peter shook his head. Now that Deadpool had his mask off he grinned, "Oh, that doesn't come off, and it only has one shot."

"Fine, a natural. Come on, we have a lab for testing just in case. Dimensions can have some nasty viruses." Miguel held up the box and two webs shot down, grabbing it and hoisting it into the ceiling. "The only weapon you get to keep are web-shooters. Naturals aren't uncommon so it keeps it fair."

Miguel led them through a giant steel futuristic city. Everywhere there were different Spider-People. "Does, uh, everywhere have a Spider-person?" Peter asked diplomatically. Not everyone looked like Spider-Man, there were even a few little girls with giant robots.

"Pretty much. Any universe where the Formula exists tends to have one. But not every universe has a Peter Parker. Or that it's his destiny to become Spider-Man," Miguel explained as they walked. "In fact, Our chief of medicine is Spider-Woman." The lab was at the back of the complex, "Oh, and stay out of there. That's our prison. Not every universe is safe." Miguel pointed to a sealed blastdoor, with two large Spider robots outside it. Peter could feel there were hidden guards as well.

The lab was high-tech, with bright orange holographic displays. Down each side were rows of beds, with privacy curtains around each one. Sitting at a desk, looking into a microscope was a woman. She stood, and while she was very attractive, with long black hair, she was also very pregnant.

"Hi, Jessica Drew, and," she paled, "what is that smell?" She swallowed a few times, "Nope, one of you has a pheromone." She opened a drawer and grabbed a mask from it, holding it over her face.

Peter sighed, "We both do, but I can control mine." He raised a hand and while he was going to spray Wade down, Miguel stepped in front of him and grabbed his wrist. He tried to bring it behind Peter's back, but Peter was much stronger than him, "Uh sorry. if you, uh let me go."

Miguel stood his ground, "We do not point our web-shooters at each other. Some of us can make poisons or bioelectric blasts."

Peter pulled his wrist free and raised his hands, "Sorry, You didn't say. But I can make a neutraliser, it should cut the smell. Beaker?"

Jessica, still holding the mask, handed him a quart beaker, and Peter held his wrist over it. "Super senses suck. When I got my powers, it was headaches for days trying to adjust." He filled it half full.

Jessica snorted, "It's worse because of the little one. I can't eat in the cafeteria anymore." She took the beaker from him and used a pipette to draw out a sample. Dripping it into a machine she raised an eyebrow, "Cellular shield. It dissolves anything coming out of your pores without harming the surrounding tissue." She looked at Miguel, "It's safe, and we can replicate it."

"We share tech and science here. A lot of Spiders have issues, especially the clones." Miguel had moved and was leaning against the desk Jessica was working at. "In fact, if he needs it, we have therapy and gene editing. Some have it really bad."

Deadpool gasped, "You can fix my face?"

Miguel looked at Jessica, who shrugged. "Some Spiders have," she waved her hand over her mouth, "chelicerae." She sighed at the blank look Peter and Wade gave her. "The mouth fangs." She rolled her eyes, "idiots." Miguel laughed and patted her on the shoulder. "Not every clone is perfect, you're actually not that bad."

Wade leaned over, "I think she likes me," and gave Peter a knowing wink.

Peter leaned over as well, "That's her husband."

Wade gasped, "Super senses. Does she smell like him, or can you tell the baby's his?"

"Or..." Peter stressed, "They have the same wedding band on. A gold band with a spider etched onto it."

Wade tutted, "Well, that's just cheating, not everyone has eyeballs."

Peter sighed, "But you do."

Wade shook his head, "Nuh uh, maybe it's a cunning illusion." He gasped "Maybe I have illusion powers."

Jessica, while amused by his antics, pressed a button, "and once I scan you, we can tell."

"You might have a problem with me. Blood and other tissue disintegrate once it leaves my body unless I alter it. Which then, makes it useless for testing."

Jessis stared at him, "Uh huh. We have other Spiders with that problem, which is why." she pressed another button and an orange light scanned over both Peter and Wade. "We use lasers."

"oooo, do you have frickin lasers," Wade asked.

Jessica shook her head, "Nope, sorry, just the regular kind. And we're done. Wade, we'll do you first. Clones often have issues we need to deal with." A screen appeared and a body was shown, "Hmm, standard package." Wade giggled. "slightly above strength, reflexes, but nothing over the top. Ah, there we go. Pheromone, and oh" Jessica sat back, "You're immortal. Your cells regenerate at an alarming rate. Hmm, " she zoomed in on a model of a DNA strand, "Yup, we know about the X-gene, and yours is damaged. Instead of powers, it is regenerating you. Explains the." She waved a hand in front of her face, "rampant growth of bodily tissues." She grinned, "And yes, the machine can measure your rampant growth."

Wade huffed, "It's no fun when someone steals my lines."

"The good news is we can fix you, you won't heal as fast but we can slow the process."

Wade shrugged, "I'm good, in my line of work, nobody cares what you look like. They only care when you put on the mask," Wade winked.

"Uh yeah, whatever, it's your face." Jessica turned, "and now you Peter." She swiped right and instead of a computer-generated model the screen was blank. "Hmm, right. so, that's new."

Peter looked slightly worried, "I didn't break it did I? I know my DNA is a bit weird."

Jessica lifted a smaller clear table, "Oh no, it's uh." She looked over at Miguel who nodded, "Your DNA has pinged one of our other projects." Jessica broke out in a huge grin, "Miguel, he's the cure."

It was the first time Peter had seen Miguel smile. "Really? Can we use it or is it unique to him?"

"Uh, He is in the room, and he would like to know what is going on."

Miguel stood and crossed his arms. "In this dimension, we cracked global warming and solved world hunger. But, we made a mistake. We engineered a food source that was able to be grown anywhere but it triggered a pandemic."

Wade stood. "Oh oh, is it lupus?" He leaned over and whispered, "it's never lupus."

Miguel frowned, "Uh, yes, it was. An allergen in the food triggered a fatal allergic reaction. We lost over half the population before we figured it out. Now there is a food shortage, and what we can eat is tested."

Jessica entered a code and swiped the data over to the screen. "And your cells are immune. You can eat anything and break it down. Your tissue has no reaction in any of the simulations we've run."

Peter shook his head, "There is only one of me, and we can't. No, We won't make more. I'm an accident, a hybrid and it was torture."

"Even if you tell us how you did it. I can see you have Formula in your blood, but something else." Jessica was looking at a sample of DNA, "Not human." She frowned, "Look. I have a database of billions of creatures from multiple dimensions. You can tell me or I can waste my time searching and find it anyway."

To prove her point, Jessica switched screens, and a list of alien species started to scroll up. It was only at A but there were thousands.

Peter stared impassively at the list, but if they were persistent it was only a matter of time. "It's a Klyntar, or as you call them Symbiotes. The day I was bitten I was chosen as a host."

"A Black Suit? Are you kidding me?" Miguel yelled, "We destroy them, they drive their hosts nuts."

Peter laughed, "No they don't. They learn from us. You take a baby and torture it and of course, it ends up crazy. I was a mess. A ball of guilt and anger all aimed at Flash Thompson. So my Symbiote learned to be a hot mess of anger and guilt. Of course, having its cells scrambled first didn't make it a healthy individual either. We can make them without all that baggage, and we have."

"You can make them?" Miguel stepped forward, "You could cure this plague. Save this world."

Peter shook his head, "At what cost? One life over a billion. That's still bad math." He caught a look of guilt on Jessica's face, "You already have. Please do not tell me you performed experiments on people."

Miguel stood, "I did. Me." Peter opened his mouth to speak but Miguel continued. "I watched people die. I tried everything, I even prayed. But nothing worked, so I did what I had to. I created a serum and I used it on myself. And it didn't work. So now I'm Spider-Man. And after we founded this place, do you know what I found out that meant?"

Peter shook his head, and Wade had found snacks, hidden by a pregnant Jessica. She batted his arm and he grabbed a bag of chips for her too. The pair sat, eating, as Miguel and Peter argued.

"It means pain, it means sacrifice. You go out and ask any of them who they lost. Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson. I never knew if they existed here, but for Peter Parker, they always do. And most of the time they always die. Just like Uncle Ben, just like a lot of uncles."

"And now you want to add one more to that list? How about Norman Osborn, Harry Osborn, or Flash Thompson? How about Ultron? How about every single time one of those experiments goes wrong, and why it does. We don't get to play God. We do our best, and hope it's enough."

"Then ask it. Make one and ask it. I know you, I've met enough Peter Parkers to know. If I offered you a deal, you for everyone else, you would take it." He saw a flicker in Peter's eyes, "and you have. You did something stupid that would have killed you to save how many was it."

Peter hung his head, "Our world has Infinity Stones, and I used them to bring people back, a few billion."

"And all I want is one life, to ask, to give it a choice. Help us. Yes, it will hurt, yes it will scar you, but some scars are worth it." Miguel looked over at Jessica, "Some scars bring us closer together."

Wade leaned over and whispered, "No wonder he sweet-talked you into letting him put a baby in there. There isn't a female version of him is there?"