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C648 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2024-03-04 10:18:03 +0000 UTCAfter receiving his multiverse hopping watch, Miles Morales wandered through the Watchmen's island base, he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort compared to the Spider Society. The atmosphere was different, and the fact that Peter was in charge made all the difference.
An excited smile on his face, Miles eagerly explored the facility, happy to be a part of Peter’s new organization.
After a thorough exploration, Miles decided it was time to claim his apartment. Peter had mentioned that anyone could choose one, so Miles headed towards the towering building that housed the living quarters of the Watchmen, where he found many other members, moving into their apartments as well.
The elevator took him to a random floor, and after walking the hall for a moment, he confidently opened a door to an unclaimed apartment, only to be awestruck by its opulence.
‘This is practically a house, maybe even two put together, not an apartment…’ Miles’ mouth dropped open as his eyes grew wide.
The spacious penthouse would be considered a luxury in any city worldwide, costing at the very least a million dollars. Miles marveled at the thought that this could be his residence, as he was used to living in a cramped apartment with his parents.
Just as he was about to sync his watch to claim the room, the door swung open, revealing Gwen Stacy, who came walking in.
Caught off guard, Gwen froze for a moment, her eyes locking onto Miles. The awkward tension between them sparked, both sides turning away from each other for a moment as the room bathed in their uncomfortable silence.
"Uh, h-hey, sorry, I thought this place was empty," Gwen stammered, attempting to make a hasty, panicked exit.
Truthfully, Gwen has tried to speak with Miles three times in the past week, hoping to help smooth things over, but it seemed like he has been ghosting her. She had hoped that taking down the Spider-Society together would have helped fix their relationship, even a little. But sadly, that didn’t seem to be the case.
Miles may have been able to put everything aside and work with her for the good of the mission, but once the mission was over, he couldn’t bring himself to see her just yet. He spent the whole week leading up to this meeting avoiding her and just thinking about everything, processing what happened and what he wanted to do.
And as he watches her try to run off in a panic, Miles began to realize what it was he wanted to do. Smiling at how adorable she was being, he felt the tension loosen as he called out, "Gwen, wait."
“?!” She stopped in her tracks, looking back at him with a mix of hope and anxiety.
"Let's talk," Miles suggested, his tone a blend of determination and vulnerability. "I'm heading home soon, and there are things we need to say to each other."
Gwen nodded silently, a hint of relief in her eyes. Closing the door behind her, she took a few steps closer to Miles, waiting for him to initiate the conversation.
Miles took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he looked at Gwen. "Gwen, I need you to know that I forgive you. What you did hurt. It hurt a lot," he began, his tone sincere. "But I get it. You were being manipulated at your lowest moment. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been for you."
Gwen, her eyes shimmering with tears, listened intently. "Miles, I should've told you about your dad. I should've been honest from the start," she admitted, regret coloring her voice. “I’m so… so sorry.”
He nodded, acknowledging the gravity of her actions. "Yeah, you should have, but thankfully my dad is still alive, so there was no harm done. Like I said, I forgive you, Gwen."
Gwen's eyes widened as she processed everything, a mix of shock and joy filling her entire being. Tears spilled down her cheeks, but this time, they weren't tears of guilt, but tears of relief. "You... you really forgive me?"
A small, understanding smile played on Miles' lips. "I do. Holding onto anger won't help either of us move forward."
As Gwen began to cry tears of joy, Miles continued, "But…” She heard him speak that anxiety inducing word, causing her to panic in an instant. “I don’t think we can go back to the way things were..."
Her joyous expression quickly shifted to one of sadness and grief, her tears now a mix of emotions. "I… I understand," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Before all of this drama, Miles and Gwen were the best of friends, messaging one another every single day, both sides harboring their own unspoken feelings for the other. But now, that’s all changed…
Miles took a moment, letting the weight of the situation settle before he continued. “You know, I was planning to ask you out on a date if we ever met again. It didn't feel right doing it over the phone, and I wanted to do it in person."
Gwen's eyes widened as fresh tears welled up. "Y-You were going to ask me out?"
Miles nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah. I love you, Gwen. Or, well, I loved you."
As the words sank in, Gwen felt the most regret she’d ever experienced in her entire life. The realization hit her hard, the man she loved felt the same and she had ruined everything. Miles had genuine feelings for her, and she had betrayed them.
Seeing her in this vulnerable state, Miles wanted to rush over and hug her, but he couldn't bring himself to. Instead, he sighed and said. "We might not be able to go back to how things were, Gwen," he admitted, "but maybe we can start over."
Gwen's gaze shot towards Miles, turning hopeful as her tears seemed to momentarily stop. "Really?" she asked, a mixture of surprise and longing in her voice.
Miles smiled, a warmth in his eyes. "Yeah, and who knows? I might just fall in love all over again?"
Gwen blushed, looking away to wipe the tears from her face. "I'll do my best to make sure you do." She admired without a hint of shame or embarrassment.
Hearing her announce her plans so openly, Miles couldn’t help but blush as he smiled awkwardly. “I’ll look forward to it, I guess…”
With that, the air between them shifted, the potential for a new beginning lingering between them. Despite the emotional rollercoaster, there was a spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could let the complexities of their past go and build something new from the ground up.
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Ad the next day arrived, the Watchmen's island base buzzed with a sense of activity. With their new factions made and their roles assigned, the many members of the new, budding organization got straight to work, their watches informing them of any tasks that needed to be done.
Peter, having successfully completed his work on the new, younger-looking LYLA, ran all of the necessary tests, ensuring she wasn’t infected with any sort Virus left behind by Centurion and that her loyalty lay with him, and him alone.
Satisfied with the results, he granted her access to the Watchmen's network, assigning her the discreet task of directing and monitoring the members through their watches, and reporting back to him on a regular basis.
Unbeknownst to the Watchmen members, LYLA began her task without a word of complaint, collecting data on each member as they went about their tasks, which she gave them.
‘Sorry guys, but this organization will be far too big for me to keep track of everyone…’ Peter understood the need for secrecy, as revealing the surveillance would cause some serious discomfort among the Watchmen.
(A/N: Fury would be so proud 🥹)
While LYLA diligently executed her duties, Peter delved into the wealth of information extracted from her memories. He uncovered the many base locations of Centurion, her former Master, as well as all of his past schemes, including some which were still ongoing.
But one crucial detail emerged atop the rest… the location of Centurion's home universe!
‘I didn’t think he’d be so sloppy to reveal this…’ Peter mulled over the implications. Would Centurion remain in his home universe, having likely realized his plans had crumbled and LYLA compromised?
It seemed possible, but not very likely.
Considering his options, Peter decided to just visit Centurion's home universe and find out. If the villain had fled, Peter would have at least attempted to track him down. If Centurion remained, it presented an opportunity to confront him directly.
Examining images of Centurion's home planet on his monitor, Peter couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity. Something about the dark cityscape triggered a memory, though he couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.
Lost in thought, Peter was interrupted by the beeping of his watch. Glancing down, he noticed an incoming call from Miles, breaking the thoughtful state he was in.
With a click, Peter answered the call, the holographic image of Miles appearing before him. "Yo, Miles. What's up?"
A/N: 1530 words :) 1/3 done ✅
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Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
