I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Yes, I was there.

Falcon stood on the rooftop of the building, looking down at the chaotic parking lot.

The falcon wearing an eye patch is in the form of a teenager, twirling a keychain in his hand.

The music player in his hand accidentally had its earphones pulled out.

The wailing and howling sounds immediately transmitted into the communication headset.

"~The knife pierced his eye, the raven soared in the sky, you are the beauty of life."

Upon hearing the eerie wailing, Captain America exclaimed from the other end of the communicator, "My God! What the hell is that sound?"

"Sorry, I'm listening to music. You might not like this type of music."

Falcon turned off the music player and whistled.

The mechanical falcon, which had been circling high in the sky, immediately swooped down.

"Spider-Woman doesn't seem to be in a good mental state."

As Falcon reported to Captain America, he noticed the presence of New York Police Department personnel at the scene.

"Also, the NYPD has entered. What do I need to do?"

"Nothing needs to be done."

Captain America replied, "I'm going back right away. Wait for me there, understand, Falcon?"

"Yes, Captain, you're the boss."

Falcon indicated that he understood.

Meanwhile, in the parking lot watched by Falcon, Punisher Frank had already arrived at the scene.

Upon seeing Gwen lying next to the suspect, he drew his pistol and prepared to enter.

“Hey, Captain Frank.”

Seeing Frank about to go over, George Stacy, fearing he might upset Gwen, immediately stopped him.

"No, don't go there."

Frank didn't hear what he said.

However, upon seeing George and Devon lying to one side, he immediately used his communicator to contact his colleagues at the police station, asking them to come and help rescue the people, while he prepared to walk over.

"Boom!"

Just as he was about to approach Gwen, a muffled sound rang out, and a dark figure suddenly landed in front of him from the sky.

Peter, covered in a black exoskeleton, landed heavily on the ground.

Upon seeing Gwen struggling, he immediately shot a spider silk from his wrist toward Frank, who was about to approach.

Frank was unable to dodge in time and was thrown back by the force of the impact.

With a loud thud, Frank's body slammed against the wall, and a sharp pain shot through him.

After Peter knocked the Punisher Frank away with a single blow, he immediately rushed to Gwen's side.

"Hey, Gwen, it's me, Peter. Don't you recognize me?"

Peter took Gwen's hand and helped her lift her head.

He rushed to the scene as soon as he noticed something was wrong, but unexpectedly, Gwen's fusion with the symbiote caused a major problem.

"Peter?"

Gwen looked up; a thick, black liquid was constantly flowing across the "uniform" that had formed, indicating the owner's turbulent emotions.

"Yes, it's me, Peter. You need to stay calm, Gwen."

Peter took Gwen's hand.

“I know, but… but it’s devouring my spirit, Peter.”

Gwen remained conscious and spoke to him in anguish.

"You should try to integrate with it, not be swallowed up by it."

As he spoke, Peter took out his phone and pressed play.

The sound waves emitted by a mobile phone player with the volume turned up to the maximum had a strong impact on the symbiote within Gwen's body.

His original plan was to work with Reed to find a way to stabilize the symbiote within Gwen.

But seeing Gwen's current state of pain, he could only temporarily force the symbiote out of Gwen's body.

Based on the specially designed music player he and Reed created, it emits sound waves of specific frequencies and bands, which have a strong restraining effect on symbiotes.

As the sound waves were released, the symbiote within Gwen reacted, trembling irregularly from Gwen's body, seemingly strongly affected by the sound waves.

Gwen's mental state also improved, and the headache that had been making her feel terrible finally stopped tormenting her.

But then she felt a pain spreading throughout her body.

Her body was in excruciating pain, but when she heard a song on the music player, the pain suddenly subsided.

She looked at the phone in Peter's hand in shock.

The song Peter is playing now is a song by the Mary Janes.

This is a song performed by my own band.

I had given Peter all the songs from my school band.

Unexpectedly, Peter transferred the song to his phone's music player.

Listening to this familiar song, and to the rhythmic drumbeats she used to strike, Gwen suddenly realized that the symbiote was no longer splitting or surging.

My mind also became much lighter.

The symbiote integrates into its own body in a harmonious way.

"This song, Peter!"

Grasping Peter's hand, Gwen gasped, "Its rhythm... I can keep up with its rhythm and blend into my 'coat'."

Peter hadn't expected that a song from the school band would have such a good effect on Gwen.

He was somewhat surprised as he listened to MJ's (MJ is now the lead singer) heart-wrenching rock songs playing on his music player.

Venom is even influenced by the music that Gwen, its host, likes.

With her hands supporting her back on the ground, Gwen tried to calm herself down, taking deep breaths to make her heart beat in rhythm with the music.

As she calmed down, the symbiote also gradually quieted down.

The chaotic mental fluctuations that had been swirling in her mind began to converge towards her calm thoughts.

The black symbiote surrounding her gradually merged into her body and was eventually completely absorbed by her.

Accompanied by intense drumbeats, Gwen stood up, clutching her chest.

The black symbiote suit disappeared, replaced by a red and white uniform covering her body, emanating a powerful aura.

far away.

George Stacy, clutching her injured area, watched her daughter evolve to the background music, her mouth agape in shock.

Peter hadn't expected Gwen and Venom to combine so harmoniously, because of the music.

what is this?

The power of music?!

Gwen changed her black uniform into a red and white one, glanced at Peter, and was about to say something when she suddenly felt dizzy and her vision went black as she fell forward.

Peter caught Gwen as she fell.

He glanced to the left and right at the growing number of police and media, shot out a spider web, and pulled himself into the sky while holding Gwen.

“You must not know what just happened, Captain.”

"Hmm, Shaman, what happened?"

"It was amazing, the best concert I've ever been to."

Captain America asked him suspiciously, "Didn't you just attend a Felicia Hardy concert?"

"Yes, but the song I just heard was the best."

"Well!"

Gwen woke up from her dream, panting.

She felt as if she were in a black, giant wave, unable to escape.

She began to struggle desperately, trying to tear off the black tentacles that were wrapped around her neck, arms, and chest.

But then she suddenly heard a beeping sound, somewhat urgent, gentle, and heavy.

Accompanied by a strange buzzing sound, the black tentacles slowly disappeared, and a blurry figure slowly swam up to her.

Meanwhile, the smell of disinfectant entered her nostrils, and she settled down there, raising her children.

Peter was leaning over her, his hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t move,” he told Gwen. “The doctor just finished examining you.”

"I'm awake? Peter."

"Yes, you're awake."

Peter said, gently stroking her hair, "You're at the Presbyterian Hospital now."

Gwen blinked; Peter had a familiar scent about him.

I felt completely exhausted.

The blinding sunlight streamed in through the window, and familiar songs echoed in the room, the rhythmic drumbeats like the buzzing of bees heard in a dream.

The songs playing in the room were those of my school band.

Am I dreaming?

She asked Peter in a low voice, not believing him.