I Woke Up in the Marvel Universe, But All the Heroes Are Women?-Chapter 65: You Can’t Go Home Again

Warm water cascades down my back as Ellie's hands trace gentle patterns across my skin, her touch so different from Norma's that I could weep from the contrast alone. Six days in that underwater hell feels like six lifetimes, each memory a scar I can't scrub away no matter how scalding the water.
"Hold still," Ellie whispers, her fingers trembling slightly as they reach for the gauze covering what used to be my right eye. "I need to see how bad it is."
I nod, bracing myself against the shower wall. Steam swirls around us like ghosts, clouding the glass doors of her apartment's shower. Her fingers gentle and loving, peeling away the sodden bandage that's become a part of me these past days.
The gauze comes away with a sickening wetness. I keep my remaining eye closed, not wanting to see Ellie's reaction. The air hits my ruined socket, cool despite the steam, and I flinch involuntarily.
"Oh, Shane..." Her voice breaks on my name, the sound more devastating than any pain.
I force myself to look at her through my good eye. Her blonde hair is plastered to her scalp, water running in rivulets down her face, mingling with what might be tears. Her blue eyes are wide with horror and something else, determination, maybe, or calculation.
"Can we..." she murmurs, more to herself. "Maybe if..."
Her hands slide around my waist, pulling me closer as the symbiote begins to flow from her skin. The living darkness crawls across her naked body like ink spreading through water, some of it separating to reach toward my face.
"What are you…" My question transforms into a howl of agony as the symbiote touches my wound. It feels like someone pouring acid into the socket, burning away whatever dead tissue remains. My knees buckle, but Ellie's arms hold me upright, her grip unyielding.
"I'm so sorry, just hold on, baby," she whispers fiercely against my ear, her body pressed against mine like an anchor. "I'm here, okay? Just hold on."
I clutch at her desperately, fingers digging into her shoulders as wave after wave of pain crashes through me. The symbiote continues its work, digging deeper, tearing away dead flesh with merciless efficiency. I can feel it moving inside the socket, exploring, clearing, preparing.
Yet somehow, through the haze of torture, Ellie's presence makes it bearable. Her arms around me, her voice in my ear, the steady beat of her heart against my chest, these things become my entire world, narrowing my focus until the pain is just background noise.
"Just a little more, Shane. You're doing so good for me," Ellie whispers, her voice breaking with emotion.
Tears stream down my face, mixing with the shower water as the symbiote continues its agonizing work. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, tasting copper as my teeth break skin.
Then something changes. A strange warmth blooms deep within the wound, spreading outward in gentle waves. The symbiote pulses, and I feel it deposit something in the empty socket, a tiny, warm presence that immediately takes root. The pain vanishes so suddenly that I gasp, my body sagging against Ellie's as relief washes over me.
The symbiote pulses inside my empty socket, a bizarre sensation of something alive nestling where my eye once was. Each throb feels like a tiny heartbeat, rhythmic and steady, pumping... something into the wound. It doesn't hurt anymore, just feels strange, alien in the most literal sense.
"Does it still hurt?" Ellie asks.
"No," I whisper, surprised by my own answer. After days of constant pain, the absence of it feels almost unnatural. "It feels... weird, but not painful."
"Good," she breathes, relief evident in her voice. Her hands slide down to my shoulders, then to my back, moving in slow, comforting circles. The warm water continues to cascade over us both, steam cocooning us in our own private world.
"What are you doing?" I ask as her hands work methodically across my shoulder blades, down my spine, across my lower back.
"Trying to fix you," she says simply, her voice thick with emotion.
I lean into her touch, overwhelmed by the tenderness. After Norma's twisted version of care, Ellie's genuine concern breaks something inside me. I start to shake, silent sobs wracking my body as the reality of my rescue finally hits me.
"I'm here," she whispers, holding me tighter as I come apart in her arms. "I'm here, and I'm never letting anyone take you from me again."
I lean against her, letting the warm water wash over us as she holds me. For a while, we just stand there, my body still trembling with aftershocks of emotion.
Then it happens.
A sudden flash of light explodes in my ruined socket, so bright and unexpected that I jerk back with a gasp. The symbiote retreats from the socket in a fluid motion, slithering back to Ellie's skin. I blink rapidly, disoriented by the strange sensation.
Something feels different. The emptiness is gone.
My vision, which has been flat and limited since Norma took my eye, suddenly expands. The world around me sharpens, depth perception returning like a forgotten friend. Everything's blurry at first, but as I blink away water and tears, Ellie's face comes into focus, seen from both eyes.
"You really did it?" I whisper, reaching up to touch the area around my socket in disbelief. "You gave me a new eye?"
Ellie's face breaks into the most radiant smile I've ever seen. She cradles my face in her hands, looking down at me with such pure joy that it steals my breath.
"Of course, Shane," she says softly, her thumbs gently stroking my cheeks. "I told you I'd fix you."
I blink again, testing this miraculous new eye. "How?" I ask, staring at her in wonder.
Ellie brushes her wet hair away from her face, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "We've healed you before, remember? The symbiote can generate new tissue, and it already knows your body well from our previous connections."
We step out of the shower together, and I can't bear to be separated from her even for a moment. I stay close as she wraps a towel around herself, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip, needing the constant reassurance of her touch. The symbiote has mostly retreated beneath her skin, but I can see it rippling occasionally, responding to our emotions.
I stare at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror, blinking both eyes in wonder. The new one matches my original perfectly.
"It's incredible," I whisper, turning back to her. "You're incredible."
She leads me to the bedroom, but before we reach the bed, I pull her against me. The need to feel her, to lose myself in her, overwhelms everything else. I kiss her desperately, hungrily, my hands roaming across her skin, still damp from the shower.
"Shane..." she gasps as my lips find her neck. I press her against the wall, my body flush against hers, every cell in me craving her with an intensity that drowns out the horrors of the past week.
But then her hands press gently against my chest, creating the smallest space between us. Her blue eyes search mine, concern evident in their depths.
"Shane, maybe we shouldn't," she whispers, her voice soft with hesitation. "You've been through so much... I don't want to push you when you're vulnerable."
I rest my forehead against hers, breathing in her scent. "I need this," I tell her, my voice breaking. "I need to replace her touch with yours. Please, Ellie. I need to feel something good again."
Her eyes soften, understanding dawning in them. She cups my face in her hands. "Are you sure?" she asks, searching my face for any sign of doubt.
In answer, I kiss her again, pouring everything I can't say into the contact. The towel drops forgotten to the floor as we stumble toward the bed, never breaking apart.
Ellie smiles, her eyes darkening with desire as she places gently pushes me onto the bed. The mattress gives beneath my weight as she climbs on top of me with graceful, predatory movements. Her naked body hovers above mine, still damp from the shower, her blonde hair falling in wet strands around her face.
"Okay," she whispers, settling her thighs on either side of my hips.
My body responds instantly to her proximity, hardening against her. She reaches between us, taking me in her hand, guiding me to her entrance. I can feel how wet she is already. This is desire, real and reciprocated. This is love.
She holds me there, just barely pressing my tip against her entrance, teasing us both. Her eyes never leave mine, studying my face with intense focus.
"But if you get nervous, or..." she hesitates, biting her lower lip, "I don't know, if anything feels wrong or bothers you, please tell me right away."
I reach for her hips, trying to pull her down onto me, desperate to feel her surrounding me, but she doesn't budge. The symbiote ripples briefly across her skin, reinforcing her resistance, giving her superhuman control.
She presses just the tip of me inside her, the sensation making me gasp, but goes no further. Her blue eyes lock with mine, suddenly serious despite our intimate position.
"Say you understand, Shane," she insists, her voice gentle but firm. "I need to hear you say it."
I nod, touched by her concern even as desire burns through me like wildfire. "I understand, Ellie."
Something softens in her expression, relief mingling with desire as she slowly, deliberately lowers herself onto me. The sensation is overwhelming, warm, wet perfection enveloping me inch by inch until she's taken all of me inside her. A moan escapes my lips as she settles fully on top of me, our bodies joined completely.
"God, I've missed this," she breathes, her head falling back slightly as she adjusts to the feeling. "I've missed you so much."
She begins to move, her hips rolling in a gentle rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. Each movement is deliberate, controlled, her eyes constantly watching my face for any sign of discomfort or distress. The symbiote pulses beneath her skin, enhancing her natural grace, making her movements fluid and hypnotic.
I reach up to cup her breasts, marveling at how different this feels from my time in captivity. There's no fear here, no violation, just two people who love each other finding comfort in each other's bodies. Ellie's eyes flutter closed at my touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Her rhythm intensifies, each rise and fall of her hips growing more urgent. I lose myself in the sensation, in the warmth of her body surrounding mine, in the weight of her on top of me. But then something shifts.
As her pace quickens, my mind suddenly fractures. The bedroom dissolves around me, and I'm back in that metal room, Norma's weight pinning me down, her cruel laughter echoing off the walls. My breath catches in my throat as panic claws through me. I can't move, can't breathe, can't escape.
"Stop," I gasp, my voice barely audible as cold sweat breaks out across my skin. My hands, which moments ago were caressing Ellie's thighs, now push desperately against her.
Ellie freezes immediately, her eyes wide with concern. "Shane? What's wrong?"
I turn my face away, shame burning through me as violent tremors rack my body. The flashback recedes like a tide, leaving me disoriented and shaking in its wake. Reality slowly reasserts itself. This is Ellie, not Norma. I'm safe. I'm home.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice cracking. "I just..."
Understanding dawns in her eyes. Without a word, she lifts herself off me and shifts to lie beside me, one arm draped protectively across my chest. The symbiote ripples beneath her skin, responding to her emotions, but she keeps it contained.
"Don't apologize," she murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple.
I curl into her, burying my face against her neck as hot tears spill down my cheeks. "I thought I could do it. I wanted to so badly."
"Shhh," she soothes, her fingers threading through my hair. "There's no rush. We have all the time in the world."
We lie together in silence, my body still trembling with aftershocks of panic. Ellie's arms around me feel like the only solid thing in a world that keeps shifting beneath my feet. Her heartbeat against my ear is steady, rhythmic, a metronome keeping me anchored to the present.
"I'm sorry," I whisper again, unable to stop the words from spilling out.
"Don't be," she murmurs, her fingers tracing gentle patterns across my back. "Whatever she did to you... it's going to take time to heal."
I nod against her chest, grateful for her understanding, but shame still burns through me like acid. Even here, in the safety of Ellie's apartment, in the warmth of her embrace, Norma's shadow still stretches over me. I can still feel her hands, hear her voice, smell her breath.
My eyelids grow heavy as exhaustion finally overtakes me. But even as consciousness begins to slip away, that cold weight in my chest remains, spreading its wisps through me.
I'm shutting down. I can feel it happening, like watching a system failure in slow motion. Parts of me going dark, one by one. The dread of it follows me down into sleep, a shadow that not even Ellie's light can fully dispel.