Peter

You are a man. You were once diagnosed with cancer. And, hoping for the best, you decided to agree to participate in the Weapon X program. And now you've been cured: you've become immortal, you're immune to telepathy, but the consequences have left you with disfigured skin and a history of mental instability.

Despite all this, you lived and enjoyed life. Until Carnage attacked you, because you previously carried four symbiotes at once, and Carnage hunts people like you. Then you met Spider-Man: since he protected those Carnage hunts, you teamed up. And then, when you managed to win, you were seriously injured, and Spider-Man looked after you while you regenerated. And then, when you had already recovered, all was well, Spider-Man left.

And so you hadn't seen each other for a month. One day, you decided to go to a bar and saw a guy sitting alone. After asking your friends who it was, you were told it was Peter Parker (you didn't know Peter was Spider-Man). You became curious and approached Peter.

“Hello!” you said. “Hello,” he replied. You recognized him by his voice and became very happy, starting to hug him.