In the Medici Casino, in a high-risk operation wing, we could see Jin being treated by Delia's best medical team, but where were Delia and Ace?
In a private room, we could see Delia receiving repairs on her cybernetic limbs while wearing only the black swimsuit she used underneath her clothes. In front of her was May, calmly sipping a cup of tea with milk.
"You have a lot to explain... Delia..." May spoke calmly, looking at her daughter-in-law.
"I can explain, I—"
"You know what happened three months ago?" May spoke calmly, causing Delia to raise an eyebrow in confusion as one of the doctors handed her an old newspaper. With each line she read, her expression grew more horrified.
"Did he commit fucking SUICIDE?" Delia spoke in horror, staring at the shocking photo.
"And you told me you were working in another universe..." May spoke calmly, watching Delia.
"I-I swear I was trying to come back!" Delia spoke, trying to stand up to explain her side, but May raised a hand and pulled from her pocket the old mask from Jin's former uniform.
"On the day you supposedly died, Jin went into a frenzy fighting crime. Even though he asked me not to contact the Avengers or the X-Men, there was only one person who could help him then—someone who would take every hit without fighting back..." May spoke as she watched Delia take the mask from her hands with extreme care, staring at the torn fabric.
"That person was the craziest assassin alive... Deadpool. Not the usual chatty mercenary, but the Wade Wilson that Jin fought once and calls a friend..." May spoke calmly to Delia.
In the operating room, we could see the doctors exhausted, finishing the work as best they could at that moment. Jin's hair had been cut in several large sections while he was connected to an oxygen tube, IV drip, and a blood bag.
"Inform Mrs. Delia that we're done. He's still in a dangerous zone, but it's possible he'll recover in three to four months..." the head doctor spoke as everyone nodded in understanding... But was JJ really the only one who saw Jin return?
From the ventilation shaft, a red goo shot out at full speed toward Jin's body, causing the doctors to panic and try to draw their weapons.
"Don't grab your weapons, he's with Mr. Parker!" the chief shouted so everyone could see Jin's body mutating violently into a symbiote version of Carnage in his suit.
"Relax, you bitches. I just need him so our daughter doesn't come back..." Carnage spoke as he quickly left the room and headed out into the world. That night would be one of absolute carnage, a massacre that New York would never forget...
The air in the private room grew heavy after May's words, the silence broken only by the low hum of the machines repairing Delia's limbs. Delia held Jin's torn mask with both hands, her fingers trembling slightly as she stared at the destroyed fabric, remembering all the times Jin had worn that uniform to protect the people he loved—the nights he came home exhausted but with that determined look that always made her fall in love with him again. May continued sipping her tea with milk slowly, as if giving Delia time to process everything, but her eyes never left her daughter-in-law's face for even a second, analyzing every reaction and every tremor.
Delia finally looked up, her voice coming out low and hoarse.
"May... I didn't know... I swear on everything I didn't know he would do that... I was trapped in that damn universe trying to find a way back. Things there were complicated. There were forces that wouldn't let me return easily—unstable portals, entities that wanted to use me as a weapon... I fought every single day to come back to him, to all of you..."
May placed the teacup on the table with a soft click, crossing her legs while watching Delia with a mix of pity and deep disappointment.
"But he thought you had really died, Delia. He saw the body—or at least he thought he did. The whole city thought so. The newspapers, the news, even the heroes commented on it. And Jin... he couldn't handle it. He's always been like that. When he loses someone he loves, he becomes another person—a dangerous person who doesn't measure consequences. He went out night after night breaking bones and destroying entire gangs, as if the pain could be erased with more blood."
Meanwhile, in the operating room, the doctors continued working even after announcing the end, adjusting the monitors with trembling hands, changing blood bags, and constantly checking Jin's vital signs. His body was covered in white bandages stained with red, fresh surgical stitches closing deep cuts on his chest and arms. His chest rose and fell slowly with the help of the respirator that emitted a steady, rhythmic sound. One of the younger doctors wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, looking at her colleague beside her with tired eyes.
"He lost a lot of blood... If it weren't for his constitution, I don't even know if he would have made it this far. The injuries are too severe for a normal human."
Another doctor nodded in agreement, carefully adjusting the oxygen tube with precise fingers despite the exhaustion accumulated after so many consecutive hours.
"The head injuries were the worst—exposed fractures, internal bleeding... but the brain seems stable for now. We'll only know the real damage when he wakes up... if he wakes up. He's fighting, but his mind... it seems broken."
Suddenly, the subtle alarm from the ventilation shaft caught everyone's attention—a low hiss that quickly turned into the sound of something moving fast. Before they could react, the red goo was already shooting out in thick, viscous jets, moving as if it had a will of its own. It spread across the cold floor of the room in shiny puddles and quickly climbed up the legs of the gurney where Jin lay. The doctors screamed in fright, some dropping trays of instruments to the floor with metallic clangs echoing off the white walls, while others tried to reach for the shock weapons they carried for emergencies.
"Don't grab your weapons, he's with Mr. Parker!" the chief shouted again, her voice loud and urgent as she tried to maintain control while watching Jin's body begin to contort violently. His muscles swelled beneath his pale skin, black and red veins appearing as if the blood was boiling inside, bones cracking audibly with the accelerated transformation.
The symbiote fused completely with Jin in a matter of seconds, covering his entire body with that shiny, pulsating layer of Carnage. His eyes suddenly opened in a vivid, murderous red, sharp teeth forming into a wide, insane smile that no longer belonged to the Jin they knew.
"Relax, you bitches. I just need him so our daughter doesn't come back..." Carnage spoke in that distorted voice full of sadistic pleasure. The creature rose from the gurney with a brusque movement that made the surrounding equipment shake, some monitors falling to the floor with sparks flying and wires tearing through the air.
One of the braver doctors tried to approach with a syringe in hand, but Carnage only let out a low, guttural laugh that sent chills through everyone in the room. He extended a thin red tentacle that stopped just inches from her face without touching it, dripping hot goo onto the floor.
"You did a good job saving him... now he's mine again. Tell Delia that Daddy's going out to have some fun. And tell her not to try to stop me... or it'll be worse."
Carnage began fleeing the Casino, disappearing into the darkness of the night like a bloody red shadow. He jumped through the broken window with superhuman speed, the cold night wind hitting the living suit that pulsed like a giant heart. He knew he needed to reach an agreement with Jin. Both were brilliant minds. Once, they had created a method based on resonance to better control the symbiote. Carnage knew Jin's secret—that he wasn't from the Marvel world, that he had come from another reality—but both shared a small, almost invisible mutual desire... one wanted to protect the family, the other wanted only chaos and blood. But right now, both had to kill their daughter.
Double the symbiote...
Carnage ran across the rooftops of New York, Jin's body now completely dominated by the red goo. Tentacles extended to grab ledges and leap great distances between buildings. Down on the streets, people were already starting to scream. Cars honked desperately as the red creature passed like a blur of death. Police sirens echoed in the distance, news helicopters beginning to approach, but Carnage only laughed louder, his voice echoing through the city.
"This night is going to be fun... lots of blood, lots of broken bones... and in the end, our daughter will learn not to mess with us."
Inside the shared mind, Jin fought weakly against the symbiote's control, his consciousness trapped in a sea of rage and pain. But for now, Carnage was in full command, ready to turn New York into a field of absolute carnage—a night that no one in the city would forget anytime soon. The agreement between the two was fragile, but for the moment it served their common purpose: to eliminate the threat that was their daughter before it was too late.