I Am Now Worried I Have Been Passive Agressive And If I Was, I Apologize

Mrrrrrp! Mrrrrr!

(Hello there! How are you!)

@its-jeff-the-shark

Oh! Hello little creature!

You’re the one I talked to about the fabled muskrat, aren’t you? A fellow creature with good tastes! How rare to see these days!

“Hm… Alright. Simple enough”

A moment of silence, before they spoke up again.

“I think I can restrain myself from eating people inside the house. I’ve been mostly selecting bad people to feed on anyways, so there shouldn’t be much of a change.”

*Wheelie skips over to the spot that Parasite said and he looks around.*

Heyyyy, I’m here!

*He’s wearing a bright pink unicorn hoodie and pink cargo pants so he shouldn’t be too hard to spot.*

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Parasite drops from the tree, letting go of the ant they had temporarily grabbed onto.

“Hey! Over here!”

The small alien moved closer, looking up at them.

YALL

What would you guys do if I just

Ate somebody?

That’d be crazy right

Parasite had no idea how they had managed to get invited here.

How does a symbiote, quite literally named “Parasite” for their history to of being nothing but a curse on all of their past hosts, friends, and everybody, get invited to the birthday party of Bucky “a literal Avenger and President” Barnes??

Either way, they had taken a suit and their current hosts form (they didn’t want to scare anyone by showing up as a literal monster) before eventually arriving a bit late to the party.

They gave a slight nod, almost like a bow. After a moment, they spoke up. “Happy hundredth and tenth birthday, President Barnes.”

The grand halls of the White House shimmered under the golden glow of crystal chandeliers, their light reflecting off polished marble floors. The air buzzed with an easy energy, punctuated by the unmistakable rhythm of Celebration by Kool & The Gang playing in the background. The melody of brass instruments and lively beats set the tone—tonight was a night of joy.

Standing near the entrance, President James Barnes with quiet elegance, dressed sharply in a black tuxedo that fit him like a second skin. The crisp white dress shirt beneath was pristine, the buttons aligned with military precision, and his black bowtie added a touch of old-world charm. A small gold brooch gleamed on his lapel, a memento that meant more to him than he’d ever admit. His watch, understated yet expensive, caught the light with every subtle movement of his hand.

His hair was neatly combed back, though there remained that ever-present ruggedness—something about him that no amount of refinement could erase. The well-groomed beard framed his strong jawline, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the room, carrying the weight of a man who had lived through history yet somehow still found himself here, in this moment, waiting.

A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he shifted his stance, hands sliding into his pockets. It wasn’t every day he invited people to something like this, and part of him wondered if anyone would actually show up. The other part? It told him to relax, to enjoy whatever came next.

The doors stood open, the music played, and the night was just beginning.

Would they come?

Would they celebrate with him?

What he’s wearing:

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@official-buckybarnes WHAT DOES IT MEAN THERE’S TWO OF THEM NOW???

Bucky, in his apartment: *drinking his morning coffee while watching the news*

*News broadcast showing Joaquin going after two missiles and Sam surfing on another one while getting shot at*

Bucky, slowly putting down his cup and staring at the TV blankly: ... Oh my god, there's two of them.

No problem, though, like I said, I’m not sure.

I’ve also heard that they might be trying to revive him though. I’m not sure how.

What's going on with Peter? I disappeared for like a week and people are freaking out. What's up? Please explain

I keep on hearing about eating the muskrat! I haven’t been able to find the one the people have been talking about eating though, (specifically the elongated one), I’ll have to be more vigilant about that though!

YALL

What would you guys do if I just

Ate somebody?

That’d be crazy right

“Ahah…” Parasite tried to put on a smile in response (though it failed miserably, it was all teeth and no eyes). A spider, great, they wouldn’t be able to take this one as their hosts in that case after all, they didn’t want another Peter incident on their hands,

“I… Yes, I guess you could say that it’s not me-“ Parasite quickly cleared their throat, trying to hide their hosts call for help why was this person being so difficult if it wasn’t for them they could’ve just moved on and found a new host already

“I mean… Sorry about that. It’s… Do you-“ Parasite paused again, trying to think of the least suspicious way to phrase their question. “-Happen to know any hang-out spots? Preferably areas that have some people, but are isolated from busy crowds and whatnot?”

“Hey, you! Spider…”

Parasite Alice paused, trying to regain control of their host’s body again why did they keep on fighting Parasites control why did they pick a host that was so difficult we need a new host soon FIND ONE

“What do you… What’s your opinion on symbiotes? What do you know about them?”

Parasite-Alice leaned up against a fire escape, her expression blank and emotionless.

Gwen froze and pulled her mask back down, spinning on her toes to face the newcomer. She hadn't even realized someone was there. She had to get a grip.

She tried not to seem too out of breath or panicky, but they'd likely be well aware if they'd been there for any time at all. They hadn't mentioned it yet, however.

It took a moment to process their question. She had to get a grip first. There wasn't a clear threat.

"...In theory? They're very interesting," That was flat. Not enough. This was a biology question, she liked biology. "I mean, I don't know a lot. But parasites are always interesting to learn about." She didn't know why this was one of the topics she always hedged on. Realistically, she knew her feelings. But this was one of the things where she had to test the dirt, to find her footing, before she could state her opinion. Especially because she still didn't know this person.

"I don't have anything against them. Certainly not the hosts, they are actively hurt in the exchange," She wrung her hands together. Paused. "I think my interest lands in what is best for the host and what they prefer." That shouldn't have been too far. No matter the harm inflicted on others, the host was a person in the exchange. And yet she found her grimacing as if she'd stated the most controversial opinion in the world. It was stupid.

"Uh, may I ask who you are? And what your opinion is?"

Ah, not much, I mean that’s a bit of an understatement but that doesn’t matter right now what about you?

parryyyyyyyyy! i miss u :(

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

Oh, hello!! Hey!! How are you doing?