Ch. 37 - The Way Home

"[That's some hardcore origins.]" Peter '33 commented after hearing Izuku's story. Hearing his childhood life just hit the Peters home. The years of being bullied at high school seems nothing compared to the torture that Izuku live through.

Everyone seemed tense, or even to the point that it brought them to near tears. Mary Jane and Aunt May made their way to the green-haired boy and enveloped him in a group hug, showing affection and empathy to him.

It may sound déjà vu, but there's similarities between him and the two Peters aside from getting bitten by a radioactive spider.

Both lost their parents at a young age.

Both were treated more than outcasts by their own society.

And both needed someone to comfort at their lowest.

It took a solid minute before Izuku told them he's fine before apologizing for sharing a heartbreaking story of his childhood past.

They paid him no mind. To be fair, they asked for it and got what they wanted.

Right now, it's time to focus on going home.

"[Peter, you have the key, right?]" Izuku asked Peter of this universe, who prompted him to bring out the goober and much to his surprise, it was damaged.

There's small sparks, and the drive was in no peak condition. It was fried.

"[Did... I do that?]" Miles asked nervously. He was thinking of the shock he made when the two Peters argued about his safety.

"[Now what?]" Peter B. stated the obvious.

"[Well, there's only one way to get it.]" Peter reached the conclusion. "[We'll go to Alchemax Lab tomorrow morning. 1 River Road, Hudson Valley, NY 12463, USA.]"

Miles opened the E-Gloo Map in his phone, searching for Alchemax Labs and it shows. The address is exactly what Peter said.

It's a private technological campus with 3.2 reviews, and a business phone, 202-105-5782. It opens at 9 AM.

"[That's how bad their business operations despite them being scientists? Guess they'll become Malwart scientifically.]" Izuku joked while looking at the screen.

"[Malwart?]"

"[That's the name of a popular store in U.S. What's the name in this one?]"

The Parker family, Miles, and Gwen thought about what store Izuku is asking, and why does it sounds familiar?

Malwart, malwart, malwart...

...

Walmart.

...

"[PFFFT! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!]" The Peters laughed loudly, while Mary Jane, Aunt May, Gwen, and Miles silently chuckled and giggled.

This continued for a moment while Peter '33, Peni, and Porker stared at them confusedly.

"[Do you guys know what they're talking about?]" Peter '33 had a question mark floating above his head.

"[I don't know, but I'm loving the roast.]" Porker stated.

"[I don't see a cooked pig in here.]" Peni said innocently.

"[Anyways, once we get the CPU, we'll let Peni do it.]" Peter instructed to which Peni replied with, "[Roger that!]"

"[How long will you finish making it?]"

"[A roughly estimation of 9 to 10 PM. It you're gonna get it fast, I can finish it sooner.]" Peni answered. Both Peters nodded at her.

"[And what about Miles?]" It was Gwen who inquired.

"[He's gonna come with us.]"

"[Wait, really?]"

"[I mean, you wanna know how to swing, don't you? Might as well take the opportunity.]" Peter B. encouraged the kid.

"[No way. I won't pass this chance.]" Miles said excitedly that made the older Peter chuckled in silent. It's like watching a kid getting what they wanted for their whole life and can't wait to go home to play with the newly bought toy.

The word 'kid' struck him home as he remembered it is related to having children with his Mary Jane, or in the current situation.

His thoughts were interrupted when Peter told everyone to have some rest and wait for their return tomorrow afternoon, hoping they can survive one more day until it's all done and can go back to their own timeline.

After agreeing with him, they all went back to the surface and slept at the living room with more futons and pillows from the sofas while Peter, Mary Jane, and Aunt May went to their rooms upstairs.

==Time Skip==

Izuku woke up with some slight noisiness. Surprisingly, his slumber wasn't interrupted the whole way. He's grateful for that one.

Slowly, he hoisted himself up and made his way to the kitchen. Even in his morning state, he can see Aunt May already serving newly cooked food with Gwen, Peni, Peter '33, and Peter Porker sitting in their seat.

"[Mornin', Izuku.]" Gwen greeted the green-haired boy.

"Ohayō gozaimasu." Izuku greeted back before realizing he said it in Japanese. He apologized before stating it means good morning in Japanese, a formal way at that.

They understood before Peni yelled. "You're Japanese?!"

"Hai." Izuku answered.

"[You understand the whole situation last night?]"

"[Un. It took some time. Self-taught and a little bit of online payment in joining a program.]" Izuku said as he remembered it clearly in his head. It was when he's eleven years-old when Mitsuki and her husband provide some small financial assistance to Izuku.

A distant memory that's refreshing and depressing at the same time.

Shaking those thoughts, he changed the topic if Miles, and the two Peters left.

Aunt May, answered yes. They left an hour before 9 AM. The green-haired boy looked at the wall clock. 9:19 AM. His stomach stabbed him with hunger as he sat down before everyone saying thanks and chowed down the food available on the table.

==With Miles and Peters==

Two hours and twelve minutes ago, or 7:30 AM, Miles was woken up by Peter as he and his counterparts are ready to go, wearing casual clothes.

The dark-skinned teenager asked where their suit was and quickly received an answer with them pulling their collar, revealing the suit beneath it.

Seeing their hidden suits, he panicked, saying he didn't have one now.

"[I know just the place.]" Peter said with a smile as they began to prepare the things needed.

A few minutes later, Peter told Aunt May that they're gonna go. Mary Jane kissed her husband and hugged his counterpart.

"[Have a safe trip.]" Aunt May said as they waved goodbye to them.

They went to the bus stop, waiting for a bus to come by. And sure enough, it arrived. The bus stopped and the door opened, revealing a familiar face to Peter.

"[Oh! Mr. Ian. Good morning.]" Peter and Miles remembered. It's the guy who drove them to safety last night.

"[You're on morning shift?]"

"[Nah, this is my last one before someone else takes it.]"areer expo

"[Almost 12 hours of driving. Here's the payment last night, now and an extra tip.]" Peter handed out the money to Ian.

"[Are you sure about the tip?]" Ian asked.

"[I'm sure. Think of it as customer feedback of keep up the good work.]"

"[If you say so.]" The bus driver accepted the money before asking where to now.

When Peter told the location, the bus driver's eyes widened while listing the receipt for both him and Peter.

"[Mr. Parker, right? Tell him to say hi for me.]"

"[No way. You're a fan of his books.]"

"[Yep. My children and wife are always reading his books.]" Ian said with a smile. The blonde-haired married man chuckled before letting out a statement.

"[He's finally graduating a few days later. At least he's got income to provide. Then again, filling his shoes is a difficult task.]"

"[That I agree.]" The driver nods before closing the door and the trio sat behind the driver's seat.

Thus, the drive to a particular store began.

Thirty-five minutes later, they reached the destination. It would've been twenty-five minutes if it weren't for the traffic, but then again, this is 'Murica.

I'm sorry. I mean America.

Peter & co. parted ways with Ian the bus driver before walking to the store a few blocks away.

It didn't take five minutes for them to step into the store of Stanley's Komik.

As they entered, they heard a clinking sound above the door, and soon were greeted by the manager.

"[Welcome!]" The manager said happily.

"[Good morning, Stanley.]" The blonde-haired Peter greeted back with a smile.

"[Ah, hello, Peter. Nice to see you.]" Stanley approached his close friend, giving him a hug and a pat on the back.

Peter returned the favor before they started to chat. "[How's life?]" He asked.

"[Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Gonna teach the one taking over the store a few days.]" Stanley replied contentedly.

"[You deserve a rest after all.]"

"[Guess so. Alright, enough about me. What about you?]"

"[Actually, not for me.]" He approached the dark-skinned teenager and patted his shoulder. "[For him.]"

Chuckled, Stanley asked what Miles wanted.

"[Think you can give him the Spider-Man costume? Of course, I'll pay.]" Stanley right ahead went to the costume aisle and found what the boy needed.

A red-and-blue Spider-Man costume suit with holes on the eyes.

He walked to the counter, clicking on the cashier for the amount. Peter gave the exact money as Stanley began making the receipt.

"[Can I return it if it doesn't fit?]" Miles inquired.

"[It always fit. Eventually.]" Stanley smiled. Miles turned slightly to the left, seeing the poster saying, 'No Refunds or Returns Ever'.

"[If you want to see, go ahead.]" Stanley offered the dark-skinned teenager to the bathroom where he could measure the costume by wearing it.

While Miles went to the bathroom, Stanley had his attention all on Peter B. Parker.

"[So, may I know who this guy looks like you? Your long-lost older brother?]"

"[Heh, I wish it is. He's my number one fan despite his age. He's just fawning over Spider-Man all day that we happened to meet each other just a week ago.]" The blonde Peter replied while Peter B. rolled his eyes, unamused by how this supposed to go.

"[You know if he were younger or around your age, I would mistakenly call him Peter. That's not your name, no?]" Stanley eyed the counterpart.

"[Nope. Benjamin's the name.]" Peter B. responded with slight lies. He used his middle name as another secret identity when traveling to another dimension.

Stanley nodded as he shook hands with the older Peter. Just then, the door from the bathroom opened and out came Miles in a Spider-Man costume.

"[See? Told you it would fit.]" The manager chuckled. Uncertain what to say, Miles can only say thanks to him as Peter told him to hide the costume under his clothes.

As Miles was doing what he just told, Peter looked at Stanley and said, "[Well, we got a walk to finish, Stanley. I'll be back tomorrow.]"

"[Tea at my house?]"

"[Sure.]" Peter accepted the offer as the trio waved goodbye. They were about to leave when Stanley shouted. "[I forgot something to give it to you.]" The remark was for Miles.

"[Hm?]" The elderly man grabbed something in the drawer and wrote it with a black pen before he went to them.

"[Here.]" Miles was given two photos of himself with ink signatures.

"[What's this for?]" The teenager asked.

"[Just a hunch. I got a feeling that your friend wanted it.]"

"[If you say so, Mr. Stanley.]" Miles kept it in his jacket's pockets. "[Thank you sir.]"

"[Anytime, lad. Have a great trip.]" Stanley watched them, waving goodbye as they head back to the bus stop before heading back inside. And right on cue, a white bus arrived with imprinted words of Hudson Valley Explorer.

They sat way back at the end since it's the only available seats. Their next destination?

Alchemax Laboratory.

After forty-minutes, they finally reached the place. Just a few yards away.

They took this opportunity to undo their casual clothes and equipped up their Spider-Man masks, concealing their identity.

After packing their clothes and shoes in their respective bags, they crouched towards a near boulder. Far ahead, they can see the distinguishable structure in a middle of the snowy forest.

"[What time is it?]" Peter B. questioned. The Peter of this universe answered it's 8:53 AM.

"[So, should we wait for everyone to arrive?]" Miles inquired.

"[We can do that or knockout every security guard inside.]" Peter suggested. His counterpart agreed.

"[Miles, think you can camouflage just like last night?]"

"[Uh, it's invisibility.]"

"[Correction, it's an advanced ability of camouflage. No other spiders can turn invisible, but rather blend in with their environment to catch prey.]" Peter B. explained with a little trivia about the arachnids.

"[Well, there are security cameras inside.]"

"[Change of plans. We should go to a vent from the rooftop.]" As they chatted, Miles was looking at his web shooters.

"[Uhhh, how do these web shooters work?]"

"[Oh, right. I forgot to tell you that. How about you teach him, Benjie?]" Peter nudged his older counterpart, who sighed in return before instructing Miles on how to do it.

"[Tap it with your middle and ring finger to shoot webs, double tap to release and thwip it out. Look where you want it to hit. Got it?]"

"[Crystal clear.]"

"[Okay. Let's go.]" Peter B. swung first followed by Peter. Miles was aiming his arm where they shot their webs at. Straight at the top of the tree.

"[Tap it.]" As he said that to himself, a long strand of web came out of his right web shooter. He was about to take off until he realized he was not in the momentum to swing faster.

"[Okay, let's do it again. Double tap to release and go a bit higher.]" The web split from the device as Miles climbed up a tree beside him. It was a struggle as his fingers are still sticking like a strong adhesive glue.

"[Stop sticking!]" He attempted to pull and was successfully detached from the bark before climbing and doing the process over again.

As for the Peters, they're already at the rooftop of Alchemax. They looked back and saw Miles Morales scaling a tree.

"[What is he doing?]"

"[Gaining height for quick momentum.]"

They continued observing how he will do his first swing as Spider-Man.

On the other side, Miles, who gained ten feet high, stopped climbing before aiming where his mentors aimed to swing.

Two Peters looked down and saw some guards looking away from where Miles at. Guess they're not doing their job properly as security guards.

Lame.

'Thwip'

The web was directed at the top of the tree. Miles done the first step. Next? The swing.

He was about to swing when the thought of falling overcame him and the sense of dread crept in.

"[What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?]" He asked himself. He looked at where the Peters were, eyeing him with those white lenses.

For some reason, he felt like being judged by a strict teacher. And he had to do it at a grade A performance.

"[Timber.]" He said so casually before he jumped. He wanted to scream, but if he did, it would compromise the mission to get the data for the super collider. In a close life-and-death situation, he released it and aimed at another tree and swing closer to them.

As they watched, a sense of pride was rising, seeing how Miles adapt at situations like this made them smile behind the mask.

Miles freed the web as he focused on the rooftop. A strand of web shot at the roof beside the veteran Spider-Man. They positioned as the teenager pulled him closer to them and landed before rolling once.

"[Nice, Miles.]" Peter B. remarked.

"[One step after another. I'm proud of you.]" The blonde Peter patted the boy's back before approaching the vent that's big enough for one person to crawl through.

Just as they were about to go in, Miles looked back and saw an SUV stopped at the entrance.

He peeked to see a familiar pale-skinned person in suit coming out of the driver's seat.

"[Miles.]" Peter called out as he approached the mentioned person. "[Miles, we gotta-]"

He was about to say that they're going into the vent when he saw what the boy's witnessing.

"[Tombstone. If he's driving, then that means...]" His question was answered when a very humongous of a businessman came out of the side of the van.

"[Kingpin.]" Miles whispered.

"[Still one of those life's mysteries of how he still fit in that van.]" Peter shook the thought aside as he nudged Miles to get into the vent.

Peter B. opened the vent and crawled inside feet first. The blonde Peter went headfirst. For Miles? He cautiously descended on small supports before his foot slipped and fell on Peter.

Benjamin Parker caught them stopping them from falling due to their combined weight and possibly compromised the mission to get the data for the collider.

"[Sorry.]" Hearing Miles express his regrets for not doing better made the old Peter murmured, "[We all make mistakes.]" Peter told him before untangling themselves and resuming the operation.

"[So, how do we get to the head scientist' computer?]" Miles whispered.

"[Since Kingpin's here, might as well follow him. Who knows? Maybe he can lead us to where we wanted.]" Said the veteran Spider-Man with the young Peter agreeing.

Their eyes snapped at the room below as Kingpin and Tombstone were nearing a door. They advanced forward, watching the behemoth of a person walking at his own pace.

Peter B. asked a question while trailing them. "[What do they look like?]"

"[Huh?]"

"[The head scientist? She's a lady. Long, messy brown hair with eyeglasses. Did I mention skinny?]" Peter responded as they crawled to the vents.

Not long after, Kingpin entered a room and was able to meet a female scientist.

"[That's her.]" Peter B. thought as the blonde Spider-Man adjusted his body for Miles to crawl beside him and see what's happening below.

"[Oh, Mr. Fisk!]" The head scientist "[Look at this data. I know you can't really understand it, but these are really good numbers.]" She adjusted her glasses before going to her desk and sat on a big inflated blue ball.

As she opened her desktop, the Peters eyed the windowpane behind her.

It displayed the screen that was showing. Of course, whenever a personal electronic device is opening, a password or passcode was bound to happen.

"[Aaannnd...]" Miles eyed them, waiting for something. "[I've got the password.]" They said at the same time.

"[So, Mr. Fisk,]" She rotated her desktop screen for the criminal mastermind to see. "[If we could fire the collider again this week, there could be a blackhole under Brooklyn.]" Her hand gestured at the large images for him to see.

It's a series of pictures that revealed multiple objects like benches, fire hydrants and many more are merged with their universe's buildings. The complexity of quantum physics that this company is specialized in.

"[You see this? And this?]" She opened two more images. "[This is multiple dimensions beginning to crash into each other.]"

While she's explaining the situation, Peter B was making some hand movements that resembled mocking signals of her mouth.

"[This is pretty standard Spider-Man stakes. You'll get used to it. Also watch this, he's gonna say, 'You've got twenty-four hours.']" Peter B. emphasized that last sentence and soon enough...

"[You've got twenty-four hours.]" Wilson Fisk declared before he and Tombstone left the room. You can see the wink from the veteran Peter at Miles.

"[What this means is there could be a rupture in the space-time continuum.]" The head scientist stood up as she explained it to him and accompanied them outside.

"[Oof, that's bad.]"

"[So... rock, paper, scissors on who can hack the computer?]"

"[Sure. Why not?]" Both Spider-Men battled out in a classic child game that can turn into an adult game for the context of stealing the important data. Miles? Well, he's baffled at this. The lives of his fellow superhero counterparts are in danger, and they have to battle out on who's taking the risk?

"[Ready? Rock...]"

"[Paper...]"

"[Scissors!]" They whisper-yelled at the end. The results?

...

"[Damn it.]" The 26-year-old Spider-Man grunted. He chose scissors.

"[I win.]" Peter B. said before opening the vent and made his way to the table. He landed on the inflatable ball and opened the computer.

Sounds of clicking the buttons can be heard from his position as he typed away the password, but his thoughts were interrupted when a conversation was loud outside the office.

There are muffled sounds of the head scientist telling Fisk about more data. Up in the vent, the married Spider-Man was telling his new apprentice on the password.

Outside the office, the head scientist was telling the large person that she's not refusing.

"[No more excuses.]" Fisk said, annoyed.

"[I just need more time.]" She said while massaging her head from the stress she was given. Within twenty-four hours, Wilson Fisk wanted to fire the super collider again.

Just as they walked further away, Peter B. finished typing the password and the desktop opened. What did he see? A massive pile of unorganized rubbish that looked like it's a cyber-murder when someone's hacking into the computer.

"[Damn. Whoever she is, organize your desktop. Now where is the schematics?]" He skimmed through the screen. Left, right, up, and down.

"[Aha. Found-]" The sliding door noise distracted him, averting his focus from the screen to... the head scientist. "[It.]"

"[Spider-]" The head scientist removed her lab coat only for her mouth to get gooped by web. But where did-

'Thwip'

"[Mngh!]" She was covered in webs until she became a human cocoon, except that her head was exposed.

Two more Spider-Men...

Wait. Two? Spider-Men?!

She was watching all of this in awe as the said Spider-Men came out of the vent above and watched the other Spider-Man looking.

"[Did you see the schematics?]"

"[I did. It's just that I don't have my own goober drive to download it.]"

"[Well, we're gonna make a run for it. Miles, take the case. Let's get outta here.]" Miles did as he told, grabbing the CPU case and pressed the hand scanner beside the door and ran. Running away from the head scientist, they stumbled into the room with...

"[Oh.]"

Many scientists. But they seem to be occupied with whatever's on their table with their co-workers.

"[This would be a good time to turn invisible.]" Peter B. eyed Miles.

"[Yep...]" Miles agreed before looking back at him. "[How do I do that again?]"

"[Okay, not gonna turn invisible. Act natural.]" Peter B. walked naturally. Miles was behind him while the 26-year-old Spider-Man selected a bagel that was placed on the table beside them.

They're totally blending despite the red-and-blue spandex costume they have in this peaceful environment.

"[Spider-Man?]" One of the scientist had her eyes on the three totally not standing out Spider-Men.

"[Yeah, that's funny. I get that a lot.]"

"[Hello.]"

"[Hey.]"

This is the last moment before everything became a disaster.

Everyone had their guns, warning the Spider-Trio to stop what they're doing and put their hands up in the air. Surprisingly, one female scientist sighed at the situation. Giving the expression of 'This shit again'.

"[Time to go switchy-switchy.]" Peter switched the bagel with the CPU case.

"[Huh?]" Miles stared at the bagel before looking at his mentors make a run for it. And so did he. Peter B. opened the door with force. Miles slid by as it closed.

"[He took a bagel!]" Yelled a lady scientist.

One familiar worker opened the door and suddenly got hit in the face with a... BAGEL.

"[Time to swing!]" The veteran super-hero shouted. "[Ready, Miles?!]"

"[Of course!]" Miles answered with laser shots missing them lot. So much for the storm troop- I mean nerds.

"[Good!]"

"[My heart's not ready for this!]" Miles gave it a second thought!

"[Not good!]"

"[Here we go!]"

On cue, they jumped off the balcony and swung out of action.

Back inside, the head scientist was wriggling out of the trap. Unfortunately, she didn't because of the sticky webs that limited her movements to use her weapons behind her back. She pursued to get out when the door opened and revealed Wilson Fisk along with Tombstone.

He stared at her before telling Tombstone to help her get out. He asked a question while letting her out. "[Where's Spider-Man?]"

"[He got away.]" She said with a smile despite her situation. With Tombstone freeing her, she summoned the weapons. Four tentacles growing from her back, inflating to the point that it became sturdy and support her in the air.

Once she's eye level with him, they had a staring contest for a few minutes. Fisk kept clicking the ballpoint pen he was holding. Each click made him remember the years when he was happy. When he was at the top of the world.

...

When he had a family.

But those happy moments became a distant memory when the night that Spider-Man infiltrated his residence and Wilson himself tried to kill Spider-Man... only for his family to see this one moment.

Beyond horrified, they rushed to the garage with the mother grabbing the car keys with her son inside. All while Wilson calls out for her.

And then, something worst happened that changed him to who he is now.

Vanessa... Richard... both killed when the truck hit their car while escaping from him.

Police and ambulance came after a few minutes from numerous phone calls from different people. They explained a situation, a truck hitting a car in the during red light.

Wilson's attention on Spider-Man diminished drastically as he pursued his family. But he saw the grisly scene. He looked at the vehicles and one of them is very familiar with. The SUV that his family that was used.

There, inside, he saw his family. Beyond surviving the crash, or even their ordeal, and that broke him to the core.

"[You seem happy. What's there to be happy about?]" He asked him.

"[Because I bear good news.]" Her smile didn't fade as she continued her report. "[He's not the only Spider-Man.]" She raised four fingers. "[There's four of them.]"

Wilson narrowed his eyes, but she reassured him. "[No, no. This is good. This is very, very good. This means you get what you want. It means my collider works. All we have to do is to kill a couple of spiders. And the collider will bring your family back, as many families as you want.]" She explained with more determination and confidence.

Mr. Fisk didn't utter a word for a few moments as he left the room with a note.

"[Later night, at my collider.]"

...

"[Our collider.]"

Back at the forest, the trio of Spider-Men were swinging from tree to tree when suddenly a particular super-hero glitched in mid-air. The 26-year-old Spider-Man got him and resume their way back to the place where they left their stuff.

"[Guess my atoms are not a fan in this dimension.]" Peter B. said

There are no more storm troopers shooting at them. They are on the clear.

It took more than five minutes since they had to go around and not be seen by those nerds.

==Time Skip; With Aunt May==

They were waiting for their friends' return when Aunt May got a call from her phone. Checking the caller, she found it was her nephew.

"[Peter?]"

"[Hello, Aunt May. I have a favor.]"

"[Ask away.]"

During the call, Izuku was in the basement. After breakfast he went straight to the basement so that he can work on making a new suit. The first stage was measuring his height and weight.

The second stage is the eye lenses, and color. There are so many choices for the eyes. Hell, there's even a customization feature.

Good thing he chose that option. It didn't take him five minutes since it mirrored. Meaning he can focus on one side of the eye while the other is copying his modification.

It's better if the suit is blended in the night, he thought. 

Next up is his logo, which is easily done thanks to his mind that easily remembered what it looks like when he draws it.

Last but not the least, the clothing choices. It's obvious he chose the spandex suit with a hoodie.

After finishing, he heard a whirring sound of multiple metal arms doing their trick to make the suit that satisfied its customer.

That's where Izuku is right now, watching the process. And shortly, it's done.

Upon finishing, the machine handed the spandex parts to the boy. He started to undress, leaving him with boxers that was recently cleaned.

And yes, the boxers were his to start with.

The green-haired boy wore the pants, then the shirt and gloves.

Grabbing the casual clothes, he went to the elevator and straight to the house. Inside, he was met with awestruck looks from the gang of Spider-People.

"[Nice suit.]" Gwen complimented.

"[Thanks.]"

"[Feels great to know that I'm not the only going stealth in missions.]" Peter '33 said.

"[That's what I thought, too.]" Izuku said before glancing at Aunt May and walked towards her with the clothes he borrowed.

"[Here's the clothes, Aunt May. I owe you big time.]" Aunt May smiled at the genuine boy's behavior.

"[You can thank me by going home safe and sound.]" Izuku nodded.

"[Well, since everyone's now here, Peter called me that there's a little change of plan. He's residing at Miles' apartment. Well, let's not waste any time. The sooner, the-]"

She was interrupted when they all glitch at the same time, dropping them to the ground in agony.

"[The better.]" Aunt May finished before telling them that she'll go get the van at the back.

"[Ughh, what a time to be alive in this world.]" Porker said as he slowly gets back to his feet. Wait, feet? Legs? or Hooves? Bah, whatever, the author's confused with it.

"[I think... I've heard about this when I was searching... ugh... on the internet. At least related to it.]"

"[And what would that be?]" Peter '33 asked.

"[Cell decay. We're atoms ceasing to work inside a human body which is this dimension. The longer we stay in this dimension, our body's gonna disintegrate and might kill us if we can't go back.]" Izuku explained before he glitched again along with Gwen.

"[What's the time before we expired?]" Peter '33 asked.

"[Theoretically? Around 11:59 PM. We don't have much time.]" Peni said worriedly when they heard an engine roaring outside the house.

"[That's our stop.]" Porker said as he went ahead. Peter '33 helped Izuku and Peni's SP//dr robot carried Gwen to the back of the van. Inside, the elderly Parker brought some jackets for them to conceal their suits, minus Peter '33 and Peter Porker. With a little space to move thanks to the robot, they were able to zip up their suit's identity. With that, the travel began.

Aunt May drove through the cities, checking the location ping from time-to-time and soon enough, they reached their destination.

They parked to the alleyway as Aunt May turned the engine off and the gang left the van.

"[Guys, over here.]" They heard Peter's voice from above. They all climbed while Aunt May stayed on the ground.

Entered through the window, they monitored the room Miles is currently living in. One double deck bed, a rectangular table with a gaming chair, drawers at the end of the room and a bookshelf above it.

They reunited with the Peters, but... "[Where's Miles?]" Gwen asked.

"[He left minutes ago. He said he'll go to his uncle and will be back just a few hours. If things come to worst, I'll contact him. I have his phone number.]" The blonde Peter waved his phone, ensuring that the dark-skinned boy will come along when the goober's done.

Gwen nodded as Izuku asked if they found what they needed.

"[It's right here.]" Peter B. patted the CPU case. "[Peni. Here.]"

"[Right away.]"

'Click'

Their heads turned at the door, eyes widened. Someone's going in.

Not even a second as the door opened, revealing a young man in a long sleeve, dark, blue-colored shirt, dark green scarf, and gray pants. He's wearing a beanie hat and a wireless headphones.

The boy was too focused on his own activity and the loud music from his headphones that there are seven unknown people just recently entered the room and disappeared quickly.

"[That way, that way, that way.]" Never mind. Peter B. and the group are hanging on the ceiling, just behind the boy. They're glued up to each other as they move to the right side as one.

The said person grabbed a comic book before going to his drink to take a quick sip.

"[Other way, other way, other way.]" Peter told them to go left as the boy pushed himself to the center of the room before spinning and stopped. The position of his chair is facing at the door, which is below them.

He opened the comic book of a certain superhero before he caught something different above his vision.

Are there multiple colors painted above the door frame?

He slowly raised his head and made eye contact with the Spider-Gang.

...

"[Hi.]" Gwen broke the awkwardness that's looming in the room by greeting the boy.

"[Do animals talk in this dimension? 'Cause I don't wanna freak him out.]"

...

'Thud'

A loud thud came from the boy who fainted and the chair. They can hear the music from the headphones that fell out of the boy's head.

"[Yes.]" The green-haired boy answered his fellow friend as he slowly touched the ground and carried the collapsed student on the lower bed of the double deck furniture.

Covering him like he's sleeping, Izuku turned to the gang and asked what to do now.

"[Well, considering that he might wake up,]" Peter B. replied. "[We might as well go to the rooftop and wait for Miles and Peni to finish it up.]"

They all agreed to the suggestion as Porker peeked out the window before giving them a thumbs up, signaling that nobody's watching.

"Izuku. To the van." She said while holding the CPU case.

"[Say no more.]" Izuku hunched forward as he gave the female teenager a piggyback. Besides the Japanese duo, they went to the top of the building.

Peni went to the van as they made the touchdown, immediately going into the suit and began to deconstruct and change the motherboard.

==With Miles Morales==

Miles was running happily. Emotions going wild, he had flashbacks pertaining a few days ago. His dad embarrassing him when he went to the Brooklyn Visions Academy by saying 'I love you' publicly, hearing other students whisper about him, and the first impression towards Gwen? Really bad to the point that they started off rough.

But it quickly dissipated as soon as he heard that she's from another dimension just like the others.

The two Peters willing to train him. Well, his universe's Peter after Peter B. go home. He's guessing that Peter B. will take the first quarter of training him and the rest will be Peter.

Those thoughts made him vulnerable for the moment when a taxi was about to ram him. That didn't happen. Miles' body moved on its own as he maneuvered himself and landed on his feet.

"[Sorry!]" He said to the taxi driver as he resumed running to Uncle Aaron.

It took one hour to reach the apartment where his uncle's residing. Miles, slightly out of breath, checked his phone, showing it's almost noon. His brows flickered for a second as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, finding his father's contact and began texting him.

He'll be visiting Uncle Aaron's place before going back to his apartment and visit them tomorrow after school. Not wasting any time, Miles looked around to see no one's looking in the alleyway. Instead of taking the fire exit, he decided to zip to the wall, and climbed up until he reached the floor where his uncle's room is.

Miles peeked inside and Uncle Aaron's nowhere to found. "[He must be outside.]" He thought before raising the windowpane and went in. Sitting on the sofa, he leaned back and relaxed for a moment, wondering what to do while waiting for his uncle. Noticing a chain behind the TV, Miles stood up and went around to see the punching bag is still hanging.

"[Might as well kill my time practicing my moves then.]" He said before raising his arms and goes in for a left hook. Much to his surprise, it flew to the side but didn't tether the chain link.

Looking down to his arms, he was shocked at his newfound raw power. He remembered that during his visit before the collider event, the punching bag didn't budge. Guess the spider that bit him that very night gave him super-enhanced strength, reflexes, speed, and agility.

He raised his head to see the punching bag swaying back and forth. The sides of his lips curled up before going into a stance. He imagined it that he's fighting against a boxer while he's entering a professional bout. 

He swiveled to the right before smashing the jab-hook-jab-jab combo. Left-right-right-left.

He continued the session for minutes before heading to the bathroom to urinate.

While taking a leak, he heard a sound of footsteps behind the door. Judging the sound is faint and the bathroom is near to the entrance of the room, Miles deduced who it is.

"[That must be him.]" Miles whispered before zipping up his pants and excitedly ran out.

"[Hey! Uncle... Aaron.]"

"[Oh, hey. Miles. Since when you got here?]"

"[Uhm, uh, not long ago... Just practicing with the punching bag beforeheadingtothebathroom.]"

"[Huh. You know you could've told me in advance that you're going to visit, but you're always welcome here.]"

"[Yeah, uh... Thanks... Uncle Aaron.]"

"[Hm? What's with the stutter?]"

"[What's with the get up?]"

"[Oh, this? I uh... have an early Christmas reunion with some old friends.]"

"[Is... dad invited?]"

"[Ah, no. Friends I've met after me and your dad went on our own ways.]"

"[I... see.]"

"[So, what you want, Miles?]"

"[Well, like you said... Just waiting for you 'cuz I got something to ask.]"

"[Yeah. Hang on, I'm gonna change clothes.]" Uncle Aaron said before grabbing some clothes and headed towards the bathroom.

On the other hand, the Morales boy retreated to the sofa, eyes looking down with a sense of dread filling his mind. And to the point of fast-paced breathing. He tried to calm down, but it did little to no help. There's a slight amount of sweat coming down on the sides of his face before wiping them off to recompose and look okay on the outside. But on the inside? He's having an internal crisis.

"[No, no, no, no, no.]" He thought to himself. He had hoped that this is a dream, but to see it in front of him is enough to know how harsh the reality is.

He heard a click when whipped his head to see Uncle Aaron coming out of the bathroom in his casual clothes. Uncle Aaron, who noticed the gaze from his little nephew, smiled warmly. Miles smiled back, not noticing that he did by force. It was all a facade to hide what he's feeling now.

"[So,]" Uncle Aaron sat down beside him, the smile still never left. "[What you wanna ask?]"

Miles hesitated because of what he's feeling right now, and he didn't want to reveal who he was. He can see the genuine intent. How can Uncle Aaron do that? Masking his real intentions while maintaining it. Even he was having trouble and can feel some sweat dripping to the side of his cheek.

"[Well, you see... I met new friends, and you know the girl I mention? Well, she's part of the group I just recently joined. They've been friends since their childhood years, and this is the first time they have visited USM. It won't be long until they'll return back to the other side of the globe.]" Intrigued, Uncle Aaron listened intently.

(I just made that up.)

"[They've been here for a few days.]" Miles said with half lies. "[And I only have this one shot to impress them. How can I do it? I can't do the shoulder touch or something. Can you give me some tips?]"

Uncle Aaron smiled before patting his nephew's back. "[You just have to be chill on this one. Just relax and go with the flow.]" He paused before continuing his explanation. "[But there are times where you don't have to do too much for some people you just met. They'll take advantage of your kindness. You'll never know until they forget about you.]"

"[What do you mean?]" Miles slightly tilted his head, confused and worried.

"[One of my friends told me. I don't want it to happen to you.]" Aaron eyed him, allowing the seriousness to seep in his nephew. Miles shivered, feeling the dread growing in seconds. His uncle patted his back, releasing the tension before going to the kitchen and asked, "[You want some food? I can cook some light snack.]"

"[Uh...]" The dark-skinned teenager looked away to think what food this lunch. "[Heh, think you can make some Jamaican beef patties?]"

"[Coming right up.]"

"[Oh yeah, I have to go back to the dorm. School's stuff.]"

"[Pretty shame.]" Uncle Aaron remarked as he opened the refrigerator to find the ingredients.

As his uncle started to make lunch, Miles opened his phone screen and scrolled down to search for his mentor's contact.

Miles texted him to see how things are going there. He didn't receive a message until three minutes later, a notification sound was heard.

He opened to see that they're waiting for Peni to finish the override key to the super collider. Izuku went out to check on nearby clothes store in Brooklyn before asking Miles what's he doing. The boy began typing away, telling Peter that his uncle wasn't there for the first thirty minutes and decided to take some boxing training.

He typed another message, but this time... he was hesitated. His eyes glanced at his uncle before turning back to the screen and slowly pressing the letters to form a sentence. Finishing what he needed to type to, Miles was about to send the message when Uncle Aaron caught his attention.

"[You texting them?]" Miles responded with a nod. "[Just checking what I'm doing and all that.]"

"[Heh. Didn't want their guide to lose, huh.]" Aaron joked, giving Miles a light chuckle. Again, a forced expression. All he knew next was that he continued to train by punching and time went by in a flash. A sweaty Miles checked his phone to see that it's an hour and a half since he last seen the messages. He hasn't received new messages aside from the draft text. His uncle gave him the lunch, packed up.

"[Go ahead and eat with them. Might as well bond with them before they go back.]" Aaron said to which Miles replied, "[Thanks, Uncle Aaron.]"

The young Morales grabbed a towel from the bathroom to wipe the sweat when he realized that he's been wearing the Spider-Man costume under his shirt. But it was overcome by the horrible fact from Uncle Aaron.

"[Uncle Aaron...]" He whispered, looking down at his costume before looking at himself at the mirror. It was evident that he wears a sad expression, looking lost, scared, and anxious. Accompanied with the shivered breathing, he continued wiping off the sweats before putting it in a towel holder. Adjusting his clothes and looking at the mirror, he checked any nook and cranny if his uncle caught a glimpse of his secluded outfit.

Taking a deep breath, Miles turned around and left the bathroom to see Aaron Davis sitting on a chair with the packed Jamaican beef patties settled on the table.

"[Took you long enough.]" Aaron commented.

"[Just had to make sure I suited well and look well.]" Miles responded to which the uncle of the family chuckled.

"[You're becoming just like my brother. Had to impress.]" Miles packed up his things before hoisting his bag to his shoulders.

"[And that's what I'll do. See ya.]" He bid goodbye as he went to the fire exit and closed the window. Going down, Miles looked up to see if Uncle Aaron's watching. Sensing the okay feeling, Miles jumped off the guard rail before swinging out of the public eye.

Meanwhile, Aaron stared at the window for a few moments before hearing the vibration and notification sound from his phone. Checking the newly arrived text, contented to serious, he took off.

Back with Miles, it's been a few minutes and he was far off from his uncle's apartment. Right now, he's at one of the rooftops of a building, sitting on one of them air ventilations and was depressed. His will was sunken at the deepest part of the ocean, maybe deeper than the Mariana Trench. Tears rolling to his cheeks, face covered with his hands, quietly sobbing to the point that the life he has was nothing but a fantasy and wished to wake up from the horrible reality.

But the fact that he can imagine it again and again scared him. It can be anyone. That guy can be anyone.

...

"[Anyone. Anyone, but him.]" Miles whispered as he took one more glimpse of imagination of his uncle...

Being the Prowler.

==With Izuku Midoriya==

Izuku, wearing a cap, finished shopping with two sets of clothes as a souvenir. He didn't have a bag, so might as well hide it within his suit. Also, he didn't need more clothes, just having two clothes is enough. Folded and covered with plastic, Izuku went to the entrance, exiting the shop and walked back to the apartment.

"[Jeez, if there's traffic in the road, there's traffic on the sides as well.]" Izuku said to himself, commenting how crowded the side roads are. Like there's no space in-between. Just then, he bumped into someone's shoulder.

"[I'm sorry.]" He apologized.

"[I'm sorry.]" The person said back. Izuku stopped walking. His focus is on the person. The person is a lady, a few inches smaller than him, but that's not what caught him. It's her appearance. The uncanny familiarity she has, he felt a shiver to his spine. He was in his train of thoughts, but were disrupted when the said lady asked him.

"[Is something the matter?]"

"[Ah, no.]" Izuku bumbled. His mind diffused into pieces while watching her. "[There's nothing, ma'am. Sorry if I looked creepy.]"

"[You don't have to apologize. You had a rough day?]" The green-haired nodded. "[Don't lose hope. Maybe one day, everything will turn around for you.]"

A sad smile formed in the boy's face. "[Thank you, ma'am. Anyways, I have to go. Duty calls.]"

"[Okay. Stay safe, sir.]" Izuku bowed his head before walking away from the lady and continued further.

"[Damn it.]" He said to himself.

Just a few minutes later, he reached the apartment where everyone's lying low. Once he turned to the alleyway where Aunt May's van is parked, he was met with Peter '33 behind the van.

"[Hey, Peter.]" He greeted.

"[Hello, Izuku.]"

"[Why are you here?]" The boy inquired.

"[Well, someone had to keep an eye out for Peni inside. Aunt May went out to buy some food for us.]" The private eye Spider-Man responded.

"[I see.]" Izuku looked down for a second before asking, "[Can I stay with you here?]"

"[No need to ask.]" The boy smiled before leaning his back against the van's rear doors. His sigh quavered as he attempted to regulate his breathing.

"[What's wrong?]" The 1930s super-hero looked at him, catching how uneasy the kid was. There was a delay between the two until Izuku spilled it out.

"[Uhm... you see, as I go back here, I bumped into someone...]" Peter listened, but never said a word as he waited for Spider-Deku to resume his speech. "[It's... not just a random person, but someone... who's very well-known to my life.]"

...

"[I-I don't know her name, because I walked away after seeing her. But her look... her eyes, and hair, there's no mistake.]" He took a deep breath while biting his lower lip to force himself to never cry as he removed his cap.

"[That person... looks just like my mother.]"

Peter '33 stared at him, seeing the Midoriya boy began to whimper silently, tightly shutting his eyes as he couldn't take the pressure anymore. He remembered that his mother died at a young age and can't help but feel a lot of empathy towards the Japanese boy.

To see someone whom Izuku Midoriya loved so dearly was alive but in a different universe hits him seriously, emotionally, and in disbelief. Izuku gazed at his mind at the image of that person.

"[I'm not... ready... for this.]" Izuku said while sobbing in between. The super-hero in the 30s patted him on the back while caressing it after as a sign of comfort. Peter '33 felt the boy leaned against his shoulder.

"[Easy, easy.]" Peter said. "[You've been holding it up for far too long, kid. Just let it out.]" Izuku was far away from home, and so did everyone who were brought in this dimension. He needed someone who can lean on, to ease the burden they kept within them. And here he was, doing what he should do for a comrade, and a friend.

This went on for a few minutes until the weeping slowly fading in the air. Peter '33 waited until it's the right time to ask, "[Better?]"

"[Yes.]" Izuku sniffed before saying sorry for wetting his jacket, but the private eye didn't mind. If there are situations like this, then he wouldn't mind letting his outfit be dirtied.

"[Thank you, Peter. For being there when I'm at my lowest.]" Izuku remarked.

"[No problem, Izuku. Always there to help you.]" Peter '33 said before hearing a new voice entered the scene.

"[Guys?]" They turned to see Gwen at the fire exit stairs and jumped down. Landing gracefully, she said to them, "[We got a problem.]"

"[What is it?]" The private eye version of Spider-Man asked.

...

"[Miles' uncle is the Prowler.]"