Responsibility: Gwen Stacy x Male Reader

Germanic Grandiose Gathering

'Look at him...'

'He cannot even reproduce...' 

'The last expedition... he didn't even eat his host...'

Z'vartios could hear it all. He had ears...

More like he could feel the vibrations his symbiotic 'friends' were making, though no matter how he could hear them.

He knew they judged him.

He was the one... the runt of the litter who stood out amongst a sea of Klyntari.

He didn't know why he was this way.

Just that he was.

Z'vartios had long given up on the dream of a better life...

Until...

'Noise... Bud, you okay?' He was suddenly woken up by the gentle voice of his best friend.

HUH? NO... I'M FINE... JUST HAD A BAD DREAM.

'You sure? You know I get worried whenever you shut your mouth.' (Y/N) stopped for a moment, Noise could practically feel his smirk. 'I named you Noise for a reason.'

PFFT, OKAY ASSHOLE... WHERE ARE WE ANYWAY?

'Some abandoned factory a few miles away from the facility. I took Cap and Winter Man here.' (Y/N) began explaining the situation as Noise saw the world through his eyes.

And yep... this was abandoned alright.

WHERE'S THAT MOTHER OF YOUR CHILD?

'She's relaxing out in the sun... I think the pain is getting to her...' (Y/N)'s voice had a hint of sadness to it.

Ah, this man... It's like he actually felt pain on other's behalf. 

Sometimes Noise thinks about what he did to deserve a host like this... sometimes he also wonders just how naive (Y/N) is.

But ultimately, that's what makes him him...

They both heard Sam's voice from some other part of the factory. "(Y/N). He's waking up."

UNCLE SAM'S HERE TOO?

'Yep.'

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(Y/N) came into the dark room just as Gwen floated, the pain in her face obvious to everyone.

"Do you need me to massage you?" (Y/N) asked as Gwen came close to him, not looking him in the eye... but just wanting his warmth.

She didn't reply and just embraced him. 

Finally, after some time, she sighed and pulled back.

"This little bitch is gonna pay for this after I pop her out."

"Gwen!" (Y/N) looked scandalized, a hand on his shocked face.

"Jesus Christ," Steve spoke from one side of the room, where Bucky's metal hand had been stuck between an industrial-size oil press.

Gwen narrowed her eyes at the Cap who was shaking his head listening to their conversation, a fond smile etched on his face.

"(Y/N). Change of plans. Since Cap drags a pregnant woman into the dredges of a fucking civil war... Stephanie's going to be named Amarantha or something." Gwen's flippant comment made Steve's eyes go wide.

Sam let out a full laugh at this point.

"C'mon, babe... Amarantha? Really? Are we naming her after something out of a YA novel?" (Y/N) exasperatedly said from behind her.