Marvel harem x OC

Chapter 6

As a child, I loved sweets, especially candy. I ate so much of it that my teeth hurt the next day. In the future, I had frequent dental problems by the time I was in my twenties. I could not say that I fell out of love with them, but the bills from dental clinics discouraged me from eating so much candy. And looking at all this mountain of chocolate, in many variations, piled on the glass coffee table, I mentally returned to my childhood. I divided the sweets into several days, so that again later I would not have problems with my teeth and stomach. Although the symbiote claimed that now such "little things" as stomach and teeth pain would not threaten me. And the faster and more chocolate (or human brains) I ate, the faster she would regain her strength and strengthen me. Or maybe the First just wanted to eat a lot of chocolate? But I didn't rush into it. I just didn't know what to do with this "happiness" that had descended upon me. Both literally and figuratively.

I felt a change in myself on the third day, after my encounter with the symbiote, when the first batch of chocolate was nearing its end. The scar on my face had shrunk, and it was unlikely that Peter himself would have noticed the slight change. It was too subtle, and he was used to the scar by now. My appetite had increased greatly, and now I was eating five or six meals a day. I even had to go to the store for more groceries, and two days later for another trip (I bought chocolate, too). But instead of starting to gain weight from this change in diet, on the contrary, my muscles slowly started to grow. But the main change came a week later.

I got up early now. The symbiote did change the body of its host on a physical level, so I only needed five or six hours a night to sleep normally. My morning ration was behind me, and breakfast was ahead of me. I didn't eat as much as the previous days, but still enough. I took the mug and looked at it with surprise. There was a distinctive crack all the way through the bowl. As soon as I put it down, a solid chunk fell off the mug.

"Careful, Bearer. Reinforced. A lot, but not maximum yet. You're already much stronger, faster, and more resilient than ordinary people. Even those who have devoted their whole lives to strength training and exertion."

I sniggered, but checked it out. The broken piece of the mug crumbled easily in my hands. I lifted the heavy wooden dining table with ease, but my fingers were clearly visible in the wood afterward. Hmm, I'd better not test my abilities at home, or I'll have to replace all the furniture in the apartment after such experiments.

- So you've regained your strength?

"Both yes and no. I can already use most of my abilities, but not yet at maximum efficiency. I think it will take another week to fully regain my strength and maximum capabilities."

The changes were indeed noticeable. The scar on her face was almost completely gone, and her body was in relief-her arms and legs no longer looked like matchsticks, her breasts and stomach were taut. My face looked healthy, and my eyes sparkled. Apparently, the First focused more on my upgrades and improvements than on her own recovery. Or maybe the two were inseparably linked. Better for me, better for her, and vice versa.

- Can you manifest yourself yet? Like the suit, like the other symbiotes?

"Yes."

- Hmm, well, - I took a deep breath. - Then let's try right after breakfast.

The symbiote didn't answer, I only caught her emotions - impatience and pride.

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Standing in front of a large mirror, in which I was reflected to my full height, (having previously closed all the windows) with excitement, I was waiting for what was about to happen.