Steve Was a Man Who Cuckolded Himself

Du Mu already had two suitable candidates in mind for the symbiote mold.

One was Peter Parker, and the other was Steve Rogers.

The former went without saying. He was Venom's unforgettable white moonlight. Venom had been mentally polluted by that idiot Wade, and only Peter's kindness had neutralized his dark side, ensuring that later hosts weren't affected and turned into lunatics.

Honestly, Venom's later hosts really ought to bow to Peter in gratitude.

The latter was the very embodiment of justice. Steve had been injected with the original Super Soldier Serum, which amplified a user's inner nature—good people became better, bad people became worse. There was no doubting his character.

If he used the two of them as molds, the personality templates of the symbiotes influenced by them probably wouldn't go too far astray.

Du Mu considered the two for a moment before ultimately deciding to approach Steve first.

Venom's offspring symbiotes still had some negative influence on their hosts.

Peter in this world was still too young. He had never experienced any real storms or setbacks. If he ended up being influenced by the symbiote and turned into Bully Spider-Man, that would be bad.

Steve, on the other hand, was a veteran of a hundred years, with a will as solid as rock. Unless he encountered an unreasonable cheat like the Mind Stone, ordinary negative emotions would find it difficult to shake his resolve.

Besides, even if Steve's mind really was shaken and he went from Captain America to Captain Hydra, that would actually be a wonderful thing for Du Mu—the kind of thing that would make him wake up laughing in his dreams.

Having made up his mind, Du Mu took out his phone and dialed Steve's number.

The call was answered quickly.

"Steve, are you free?"