MARVEL -BLACK SPIDERMAN

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**Chapter 37: What am I, a Half-Alien, Half-Human?**

"Bang!"

Peter's feet hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust as cracks spread out beneath him. His red eyes burned with a wild desire for violence and destruction, but he still clung to a shred of rationality.

Black spider silk shot from his body, striking an unfinished building nearby, instantly corroding its brick walls. His exoskeleton began to shift, as a sticky, black, web-like substance surged across its surface. The previously rigid exoskeleton now wrapped around his body like rolling waves.

Struggling through the pain, Peter slowly lifted his arm to his eyes. He watched as the exoskeleton-covered limb transformed; his fingers extended into sharp, shiny black claws, which then retracted under his control.

"Did the facehugger inside me absorb Frank's genes?"

He lowered his arm and placed a hand over his pounding heart, shocked by this realization. Dr. Ryan had mentioned that the alien embryo might have reached a new stage during their last examination. Now, Peter's physical changes confirmed that the embryo had indeed entered an unknown phase. Instead of bursting from his chest, it continued to adapt and optimize its DNA.

Recalling his last battle on the football field, Peter remembered how his tail spike had pierced Frank's throat. Could it have absorbed Frank's genetic material then? Perhaps the tail spike had the ability to fuse with and absorb DNA.

A defining trait of alien biology is its ability to optimize DNA. Within its body, there are blank DNA chains that record and absorb the host's genetic material. The alien embryo inside Peter chose not to emerge after maturing, but instead, to continue absorbing DNA.

The transformation of his exoskeleton now seemed to reflect a fusion of alien and spider traits. It had evolved from its previously rigid form into a flexible and adaptable structure, like a spider's web. Though it had become more pliable and capable of reshaping itself, it was now stronger and more resistant to damage.

Peter removed his hand from his chest, covering his forehead and closing his eyes. The exoskeleton stretched over his head, forming a shell-like mask. A translucent, bone-like skin covered his eyes, casting a faint white glow. With a thought, the exoskeleton dissolved, revealing his face once more.

He turned his attention to the damaged building, now corroded by his black spider silk. The alien embryo, after fusing with Frank's spider DNA, had transformed more than just his exoskeleton. Now, Peter could shoot web-like strands from his wrist, or even other parts of his body, just like Spider-Man.

Peter stretched out his wrist, releasing a strand of black spider silk that struck the wall with a loud "bang." The moment the spider silk touched the wall, it began to corrode it. A "sizzling" sound filled the air as the bricks and stones crumbled to the ground.

It seemed that the alien's blood contained enzymes that made it highly corrosive, causing severe damage to anything that harmed it. For regular aliens, this corrosive blood served as a defensive mechanism. But now, Peter could use it offensively, deploying it alongside his web-slinging abilities.

However, as he looked at his wrist, a serious expression crossed his face.

"I tried to become Spider-Man today, and in a way, I succeeded. But with this highly corrosive spider silk, can I still call myself Spider-Man? If not, then what have I become? Half-human, half-alien, part Spider-Man?"

Clenching his fists, Peter quickly pushed these thoughts aside. The pain, nausea, and dizziness had subsided, and his focus shifted to reaching the subway on Line 7. His mind raced, and the black exoskeleton swiftly covered his head again.

"Boom!"

With a powerful leap, he crushed the ground beneath his feet and sprang into the air, propelled by his enhanced jumping ability. He landed atop a nearby construction site, his spider-like genes aiding his agility.

From this vantage point, he spotted the subway speeding along its tracks. He leaped once more, and as he descended, his exoskeleton stretched out, forming a cape-like structure on his back. This extension abandoned its typical protective role, instead adapting to assist with gliding through the air.

As Peter drew closer to the subway, he reflected on what he had learned about aliens in his previous life. There were many theories about the purpose of the structures on an alien's back, suggested by Weyland Company researchers—sensory organs, communication tools, or even defense mechanisms. Others thought the alien spine might be used for secreting resin for hive-building.

For Peter, now part-alien himself, his back's adaptation served a different purpose: assisting with controlled gliding. Despite being a host, his understanding of alien physiology remained limited.

A few minutes later:

"Bang!"

Peter's makeshift "cape" retracted as he landed on the speeding subway, his feet making a heavy impact. The sounds of battle echoed from within the train, accompanied by the panicked screams of passengers. He peered inside, scanning for trouble.

Meanwhile, in a speeding police car, George Stacy shouted into the radio.

"Where's the helicopter?"

After receiving the distress call, George had immediately led his team out, but their car couldn't keep up with the subway. Frustrated, he ordered the driver to push the vehicle harder while calling for helicopter support.

Just as he finished speaking, the roar of helicopter blades filled the air. But instead of the police chopper, it was a CBS News helicopter that appeared overhead, chasing after the subway.

"Damn! Even the news helicopters are faster than us!"

George cursed the inefficiency of the police department. Ducking back inside the vehicle, he readied his pistol and loaded it.

"Get in touch with the BMT and find out why they haven't stopped the subway yet," he barked at his partner, feeling the car jolt beneath him.

"They say the subway's braking system might be damaged from the explosion. Stopping it could trigger another one."

"Great, just what I needed to hear. Can things get any worse?" George muttered, his expression grim. "Tell them to send me the route of Subway Line 7."

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