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C651 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2024-03-06 10:27:36 +0000 UTCAs the vibrant hues of the advanced city surrounded them, Miles Morales found himself frozen on the rooftop. His eyes were fixated on the larger-than-life image of his father, an unsettling mixture of grief and shock etched across his face. The words 'Rest in Peace' seemed to taunt him from the building's side, his worst fears brought to life before him.
Peter, realizing the impact of the discovery, stepped closer to Miles. "Hey, Miles, take a breath. I know this is a surprise, but that’s not your dad, this isn’t your universe," he said, attempting to comfort the young Spider-Man, and bring him back to reality.
Miles, however, was lost in the realization that a version his father had perished in this alternate universe. ‘Gwen was right… My dad is destined to die in every universe… But Why? What did he do to deserve this…?’
Peter placed a hand on Miles's shoulder, offering support. "Miles, it’s going to be okay. Your dad will be fine..."
“But what about this universes Miles? Will he be okay? What about my mother? She’s a widow here, isn’t she? Will she be fine?” Brushing off Peter’s arm, Miles asked, his voice rising with every word he spoke. “Why does he have to die? Who decides that?!”
“I don’t know…” Peter replied, stumped by Miles’ final question. “But if you calm down we can-“
Ignoring Peter completely, Miles turned his attention to the city below. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, and determination replaced the initial shock. He knew this place. And If this universe was anything like his, then he knew exactly where to go.
Miles, fueled by frustration and worry, rushed to the edge of the building. He leaped off, webs shooting from his wrists, swinging through the semi-familiar city with a sense of purpose.
Peter, calling after him, “Miles, wait!" He shouted, his words lost in the wind as Miles swung away, consumed by his own thoughts.
As Miles soared through the buildings, his mind raced with worry for this universe's version of his mother. He couldn't help but think of all the pain and loneliness that she must be going through.
After all, her husband was gone, and Miles couldn't shake the feeling of the responsibility he felt to ensure her wellbeing. She may not be his mother, but she was pretty damn close to it. He couldn’t just leave her be or write her off as just a clone or doppelgänger.
Meanwhile, Peter sighed in resignation, realizing that this unexpected detour would delay his original plans. Still, he couldn't let Miles run off alone, even if it would waste his time.
‘I want to see this universes Miles anyway, so it’s not really a waste of time…’ Peter thought.
After all, he never had the chance to see the movie that came after Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse. He’s only seen the teaser for this universes version of Miles at the end of the movie, where he was revealed to be the Prowler. ‘I wonder if he’s actually a villain or if he’s more of a Robin Hood type of bad guy…’
With his curiosity piqued, Peter leaped off the building and followed in Miles's web-swinging wake, the neon lights of the city illuminating the path ahead.
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After a swift swing through the city, Miles landed gracefully on the outer wall of a brick apartment building. He clung to the side, silently leaning over he peered through a window. Inside, he found his mother, this universes Rio Morales, preparing for work in the middle of the night.
She wore a uniform that surprised Miles, as it wasn’t the familiar EMT attire he was used to, but that of a convenience store clerk. The stark contrast puzzled him as he watched her finishing up her makeup, the weariness evident in her eyes.
Miles couldn't comprehend the change in his mother's occupation. In his universe, she devoted herself to being an EMT, saving lives and making a difference. Now, the sight of her dressing as a store clerk triggered a thoughtful frown beneath his mask.
His curiosity deepened as he mulled over the apparent shift in her career. Why was she working at a convenience store, especially in the dead of night? The answer struck him as he noticed his mother's EMT bag tucked away in the closet.
Immediately, It dawned on him… she was probably still an EMT in this universe, but now, she had taken on an additional job to compensate for the loss of income after his father's demise.
Miles grimaced beneath his mask, a surge of empathy coursing through him. The bags under his mother's tired eyes and the somber expression on her face spoke volumes about the burden she carried. She juggled two jobs, working tirelessly to make ends meet, all while grappling with the void left by her husband's death.
A wave of sadness washed over Miles as he observed his mother's struggles. In that moment, he realized that this could be his own mother if his father were to die.
He couldn't bear to see her so worn down, sacrificing her own well-being for the sake of their family. In his universe, Rio Morales was a pillar of strength that held their family together, and this stark contrast left him unsettled.
This version of his mother deserved a life free from the weight of financial strain and sorrow. But even more than that, she deserved to have her husband by her side, yet the multiverse didn’t seem this want to allow that. In fact, it seemed inclined on bringing ruin and sorrow to every Morales family in existence.
Miles, hidden on the wall, clenched his fists in frustration. He vowed to himself that he would find a way to make things better for her, to offer the support and comfort she needed.
Next to Miles, Peter landed on the wall, silently sharing the somber view through the window. His gaze mirrored Miles's, a sad frown etched on his face as he observed this universe's Rio Morales preparing for her late-night shift.
Feeling Miles's tension, Peter knew he had to offer some comfort. "Miles," he began, "we can help her if you want? We can get her a better job, or even wire some money straight into her bank account. She won't have to struggle anymore." Peter's earnest tone carried a genuine desire to alleviate the burdens weighing on Rio's and his friend’s shoulders.
Miles, gripping his fists, turned to Peter, a pleading look in his eyes as he asked. "Can’t you just bring my dad back for her? Money is great, but my family never cared about that. I just want her to be happy, and I know money won’t do that. But having her husband back will." The raw emotion in Miles's voice left Peter momentarily stunned, realizing the depth of Miles's anguish.
“I… I don’t think I can do that, Miles…” Peter replied, both unsure of his ability to bring the dead back to life, and unsure as to whether he should be doing such a thing in the first place.
(A/N: Do you guys want Peter to revive Prowler-Miles’s dad? I was thinking of reviving Uncle Ben’s family too, but that would be later.)
Yeah, Peter could bring the dead back as undead servants, but a true living being wasn’t something he’s ever tried before, at least not with his powers alone. ‘I did bring back the Valkyrie, but that was with the Infinity Stones…’
And sadly, the Infinity stones are nothing but powerless rocks here, as they hold no powers outside of his universe.
‘I could try the Resurrection Elixir, but he’s probably been dead for a while now, so the probability of him going insane after his resurrection is very high…’ Peter shook his head, unable to come up with a way to complete Miles’s request.
“What do you mean you don’t think you can do it?” Miles asked, his voice laced with frustration. “You have all of these incredible powers don’t you? Can’t you just figure something out? Didn’t you tell us that you could do anything with your magic? There has to be a way to do it. She doesn’t deserve to live like this!”
Understanding that Miles was upset at the moment, Peter didn’t let his angry response get to him. “I know it’s not the answer you want to hear, but I really don’t think I can bring him back. I mean, I could try, but what happens if we fail or he comes back as a zombie or something? We’d be desecrating his corpse…” He said as he gestured through the window. “How do you think she’d feel about that?”
Before Miles could respond, a purple-clad figure appeared on the rooftop above them. The Prowler, with a sleek and menacing presence, looked down at Miles and Peter.
[Insert picture of Prowler Miles’ suit here]
Suddenly, he descended, using his clawed metal gloves to dig into the side of the building and slide down, slowing his fall as he attempted to kick Peter and Miles away from the window.
In a distorted mechanical voice, the Prowler accused them, "Sick perverts!" He assumed they were spying on Rio, rage bubbling as he attacked.
Utilizing their Spider senses, Miles and Peter easily dodged the attack. However, the impact of the kick against the wall reached Rio's ears, prompting her to investigate.
She turned toward the window, her eyes scanning for any signs of a disturbance, but she saw nothing amiss. Unaware of the unseen observers, she left her room, ready to head and start her night shift.
Outside, on the rooftop, Miles, Peter, and their mysterious attacker locked eyes. The Prowler's imposing figure now stood before them, clad in the unmistakable purple suit.
Miles, shocked by what he was seeing, called out in a shaky voice, "Uncle Aaron?!"
A/N: 1629 words :)
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Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
