Flashback to Into The Spider Verse

One year ago...

Earth-1610B

Queens, New York

The group consisting of Y/N, Peter B. Parker, Gwen, Spider-Man Noir, Spider Ham and Peni Parker decided to put Miles's spider abilities to the test, but were disappointed when they found that he had mastered almost none of them, including his unique bioelectric and invisibility abilities, they tried making Miles master his fighting skills, but none of that helped, he wasn't fit to be Spider-Man 

 Pressured and alone, Miles left the Spider-Lair

After that, Y/N also leaves the Spider-Lair and sits on the roof in the calm evening when Gwen comes over to him

Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as he looked at Gwen. She was both familiar and different, a living reminder of the loss he had experienced. But seeing her here, as another version of herself, brought a glimmer of hope

Y/N: You were too hard on him...

Gwen: He needed that. I'm sure you understand.

Y/N: Not like this...Peter told you guys to ease up, I told you guys to ease up on him! Yet, you made him show off his powers in the worst possible way. Not because he did it on command, but because he felt so embarassed that he nedded to get out of there, hence the camouflage

Y/N's frustration and concern for Miles were evident in his words. He had witnessed firsthand the pressure Miles was under, and he couldn't shake the feeling that they had all failed him in some way. Gwen listened quietly, understanding the weight of Y/N's words. She knew that they needed to support Miles, not push him further into isolation

Gwen sits down next to Y/N, her presence offering a sense of comfort amidst the tension

Gwen: This...job doesn't get easier. And life isn't going to throw flowers at Miles. He needs this...no one understands this better than us

Gwen's words resonate with Y/N, highlighting the harsh realities they face as superheroes and the challenges Miles will inevitably encounter.

Y/N: You're right. The world out there isn't going to cut him any slack just because he's young or inexperienced. He needs to be prepared for whatever comes his way.

Gwen: Exactly. And sometimes, tough love is necessary to help him grow and become the hero he's meant to be.

Their conversation reflects a shared understanding of the responsibilities they bear as mentors to Miles, reinforcing their commitment to supporting him, even when it means making difficult decisions

Gwen: Can I ask why are you so tough with Peter?

Y/N takes a deep breath, getting ready to talk about the Peter from his Earth, his brother, and talk the things he doesn't like on Peter B. Parker

Y/N: It's complicated. In my universe, Peter was my brother. When I lost him, it was like losing a part of myself. And seeing another version of him, especially one who's so different from the Peter I knew, it's...challenging. It's hard not to compare him to the Peter I loved and lost.

Gwen listens intently, sensing the depth of Y/N's emotions as he speaks about his brother.

Y/N: And Peter B. Parker...he's not like my Peter. He's...different. He's cynical, he's lost, he's...broken. And sometimes, it frustrates me to see him not living up to the potential I know he has. But maybe I'm too hard on him because of that. Because I see in him what my Peter could have become if things had been different.

Gwen nods, understanding the weight of Y/N's feelings and the complexity of his relationship with Peter B. Parker.

Gwen: It's okay to feel that way, Y/N. Losing someone you love changes you. And seeing someone who reminds you of them, yet isn't quite the same, it's bound to stir up all sorts of emotions. But maybe...maybe we can help him find his way, just like we're helping Miles

Y/N: You told us you couldn't save your Peter Parker...how did it happen?

Y/N's question brings forth a somber recollection from Gwen, one filled with regret and sorrow.

Gwen: It's...it's a painful memory. Peter...he was always so brilliant, so eager to make a difference. But his curiosity, his desire to push the boundaries, it led him down a dark path. He experimented on himself, hoping to gain abilities like mine. But instead, it turned him into something...something monstrous

As Gwen recounts the tragic events, her voice trembles with emotion, her eyes reflecting the weight of the guilt she carries.

Gwen: He became the Lizard...and in his transformed state, he...he attacked our school dance. I had to stop him, had to protect everyone. But in the chaos, he was fatally wounded...and as he lay dying, he reverted back to himself. Back to Peter.

Tears well up in Gwen's eyes as she relives the heart-wrenching moment of realization, the agony of seeing her friend lying lifeless before her.

Gwen: I didn't know it was him...not until it was too late. And now...now I carry that burden...that guilt with me every day. Captain Stacy...my dad blamed Spider-Woman for Peter's death, not knowing the truth. He's been relentless in his pursuit to bring me to justice, believing me to be a villain

Y/N listens intently, his heart heavy with empathy for Gwen's pain and the immense loss she has endured.

Y/N: Gwen...I'm so sorry.

Their shared grief draws them closer, forging a bond strengthened by the weight of their pasts and the unspoken understanding between them

Y/N's voice is soft, filled with sincerity as he speaks, his gaze meeting Gwen's with a profound understanding.

Y/N: My Gwen...she would've seen the strength in you. The courage it takes to face your past, to carry the weight of your actions every day...she would've admired that.

Gwen's eyes glisten with unshed tears, touched by Y/N's empathy and the sentiment behind his words.

Gwen: Thank you, Y/N. That...means more than you know. You wanna...swing around the city while Peni gets finished with the goober? 

Y/N: I think...I think I'd rather see the stars tonight...

...

Present day

Earth-928

The soft glow of their watches illuminates the dimly lit room, stirring Y/N from his slumber. As he blinks away the remnants of sleep, he becomes aware of the warmth of the bed beside him, the comforting presence of Gwen beside him.

Y/N reaches over to his watch, his fingers deftly navigating the familiar interface to check the alert. The urgency of the notification pulls him from the lingering haze of sleep

Gwen stirs beside him, her expression shifting from sleep to alertness as she registers the notification on her own watch. Their eyes meet, a silent understanding passing between them as they prepare to face whatever challenges the day may bring

LYLA's voice breaks the silence, cutting through the stillness of the room like a sharp blade.

LYLA: We got a problem.

Y/N and Gwen exchange a knowing look, their earlier intimacy momentarily forgotten as the urgency of the situation takes precedence. With practiced efficiency, they spring into action, their movements fluid and purposeful.

Y/N: What's the situation?

LYLA: It's best you see it for yourselves. Miguel's waiting for you guys in sector 4

Dressed in their respective superhero attire, Y/N and Gwen make their way to meet with Miguel and Jess, their footsteps echoing with purpose as they walk through the familiar corridors of their base.

As they approach the meeting room, the tension in the air is palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation they're about to confront. Y/N's jaw is set, his eyes focused ahead, while Gwen walks with a controlled grace, her every movement exuding confidence and determination.

They enter the room to find Miguel and Jess already there, their expressions grave as they huddle around a holographic display, analyzing the latest data.

Miguel: Glad you could make it.

Y/N: What is it this time?

Jess: Someone's making interdimensional jumps...and we now where the source came from. 

LYLA: Earth-1610

Y/N's expression darkens at the mention of Earth-1610, the world of his friend Miles Morales. Thoughts race through his mind, concern and determination warring for dominance as he processes the implications of this revelation

However, before he could open up a portal, Margo aka Spider Byte warns Y/N about a situation on his Earth

Margo: You guys might wanna wait...Y/N, there's something going on in your Earth

Y/N's expression shifts, his concern evident as he processes Margo's warning. He turns to Miguel, exchanging a look that communicates their shared sense of urgency.

Y/N: What's going on?

Miguel quickly checks his monitor, his brow furrowing in concern.

Miguel: Multiple sentinel sightings in New York City. Times Square's under attack.

Y/N's jaw tightens at the news, his mind already racing with thoughts of potential casualties and the need to protect his home.

Y/N: I thought sentinels didn't attack humans

Margo: They don't, typically. But this seems different. These sentinels are acting more aggressively than usual. We need to figure out what's causing this sudden change in behavior

Y/N looks at Miguel, who nods

Miguel: Go. I'll send someone to go with Gwen

With that, Y/N uses his watch and opens a portal to his Earth

...

Earth-685

Times Square, New York

Y/N's heart sinks as he steps through the portal and into the chaos of his Earth. Smoke billows into the sky, and the sounds of panic and destruction fill the air. He can see fires raging in the distance, and the streets are filled with people running in every direction, trying to escape the mayhem.

Quickly assessing the situation, Y/N knows he needs to act fast. With his spider powers, he swings through the city towards Times Square, the epicenter of the Sentinel attack. As he gets closer, he can see the towering figures of the Sentinels, their red eyes scanning the area for targets

He taps his watch and contacts LYLA

Y/N: LYLA...wh-what the hell happened here?

LYLA: It's...unclear, Y/N. I'm trying to gather some data. I'm sorry

Y/N: I thought they were made to target only mutants...now it looks like they're targeting...everything.

He looks down and spots Bobby Drake, the Iceman and an old friend of Peter's, trying to take down some Sentinels

Y/N then swings down to join Bobby, landing gracefully beside him amidst the chaos of battle.

Y/N: Yo, Bobby!

Bobby Drake, surrounded by a field of ice, glances at Y/N, his expression tense with concentration

Bobby: Y/N? What are you doing here?

Y/N: Helping. Uhh...why are the Sentinels attacking everything?

Bobby: The Professor told us they're targeting anyone with enhanced abilities, mutates like you, mutants and they're also targeting anyone with the potential to be a mutant and generate mutant offspring

Y/N's expression darkens as he processes Bobby's words, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Y/N: So, it's not just mutants they're after... It's anyone with the potential for enhanced abilities. That's... alarming.

Bobby: Yeah, it's a nightmare out here. But we're holding our own for now. We just need to keep pushing back against them.

Y/N nods, his resolve strengthening. He turns his attention back to the ongoing battle, focusing on defending the city and its people from the relentless onslaught of the Sentinels

Sentinel: Omega level mutant detected

Sentinel: Freeze, mutants!

Y/N turns to face the approaching Sentinel, his senses heightened and his mind racing with strategies.

Y/N: I don't think so

Together, they work as a team, using Bobby's ice powers to immobilize the Sentinels while Y/N delivers decisive blows. 

Despite the chaos around them, they fight with determination and skill, determined to protect their city from the Sentinel threat

However, they start getting overwhelmed by the Sentinels, getting harder for the heroes to hold them off

Y/N: They're...too many. We need backup!

Bobby: I got it! 

As Bobby calls for backup, Y/N continues to hold off the onslaught of Sentinels, using his agility and combat skills to keep them at bay. With each strike, he tries to disable the Sentinels, aiming for weak spots and vital components. Despite their overwhelming numbers, Y/N remains determined to protect his city

Then, out of nowhere, Rogue comes flying and throws Wolverine on one of the robots

Wolverine's adamantium claws slice through the robot's armor with ease. With a flurry of slashes and strikes, Wolverine tears apart the mechanical menace, rendering it inoperable

As Rogue tears off one of the Sentinel's heads with her superhuman strength, she tosses it toward Y/N

Rogue: Heads up, sugar.

Acting quickly, Y/N catches the metallic head with his webbing, swinging it around like a projectile. With precise aim, he hurls the severed Sentinel head toward another of the towering robots, the impact causing significant damage to its armored frame

As more Sentinels descend upon the scene, Y/N and Rogue brace themselves for another round of combat. With their backs against the wall, they stand ready to defend against the relentless wave of the towering robots. With each Sentinel that approaches, Y/N unleashes a barrage of webbing while Rogue employs her super strength to deliver devastating blows, aiming to disable the mechanical attackers before they can cause further chaos

As the four heroes find themselves overwhelmed by the relentless Sentinels, a powerful laser beam suddenly streaks across the battlefield, cutting through the robotic attackers with precision and force.

Turning to investigate the source of the unexpected aid, they are greeted by the sight of Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, standing tall amidst the chaos. With his optic blasts blazing, Cyclops swiftly dispatches several Sentinels, providing much-needed relief to his allies

Cyclops: Need a hand, team?

Rogue: Boy, am I glad to see you, Cyke!

Y/N: Yeah, we could definitely use the backup! Where's the rest of the squad? 

Cyclops: Jean and Hank are with the Fantastic Four in Hell's Kitchen. Remy, Bishop and Morph are trying to deal with some sentinels on the Lower East Side

Y/N: How do we stop them?

Cyclops: They're connected to a hive mind called the Master Mold, he's a big Sentinel used to make more Sentinels. We stop the Master Mold, we stop the Sentinels

Knowing that their current numbers are insufficient to hold back the tide of Sentinels threatening to overrun them, Scott taps his communicator. Time is of the essence, and their survival depends on the swift arrival of additional support

Cyclops: Give'em the forecast

Sentinel: Omega level threat detected

As Cyclops issues the command, the atmosphere around them begins to change. Dark clouds gather overhead, and the air crackles with the promise of impending...storm

Thunder rumbles ominously, and the skies open up, unleashing a torrential downpour upon the advancing Sentinels. Lightning flashes, illuminating the battlefield in stark, electrifying bursts

Storm: Mother Nature, heed my commands and reclaim these relics of hatred!

With a fierce cry, Storm unleashes her power, commanding the forces of nature to rise up against the mechanical monstrosities before them. As her hands weave intricate patterns in the air, a powerful tornado forms, swirling with terrifying intensity. The winds howl and rage, tearing at the metal frames of the Sentinels

As Storm gets finished with the remaining Sentinels, another one of them descends from the skies. However, this one was different...it was the Master Mold

Master Mold: You underestimate us, mutants

The Master Mold, towering over the battlefield like a malevolent colossus, casts a long shadow over the X-Men and their allies. Its massive form bristles with weapons and sensors, a grim testament to the advanced technology that powers its relentless pursuit of mutantkind.

Cyclops: We need to take down that thing, fast!

Y/N then uses the communicator inside his mask and calls for the other members of the X-Men

Y/N: To me...my X-Men.

Y/N's words reverberate through the comm channels, reaching the ears of every member of the team scattered throughout Manhattan. From rooftops to alleyways, from bustling streets to hidden hideouts, they hear his call and heed it without hesitation.

Y/N: God, I always wanted to say that...

As the rest of the X-Men arrive in Times Square, their presence adds a surge of hope and determination to the battle. Jean Grey's telekinetic powers shimmer with raw energy, ready to be unleashed against their mechanical foe

Beast, with his keen intellect and formidable strength, stands tall, ready to lend his expertise to the fight

Gambit, with his agility and skill with throwing charged cards, prepares to strike with precision and finesse

Bishop, a warrior from a dystopian future, brings his futuristic weaponry to bear against the big robot

And Morph, the shape-shifting trickster, adds an element of unpredictability to their ranks, their abilities allowing them to adapt to any situation with ease

With a powerful leap, Logan charges towards the towering figure of Master Mold, his adamantium claws gleaming in the dim light of Times Square. Gambit clings to his back, charging the claws with his signature kinetic energy, adding an explosive punch to Logan's already lethal strikes

Wolverine: Morph, belly up!

As they close in on their target, Wolverine calls out to Morph, who responds with a swift transformation, morphing into the bulky form of Blob. With a grin, Morph positions themselves belly-up, offering Wolverine a springboard with their rounded abdomen.

Taking advantage of the impromptu boost, Wolverine launches himself into the air, his claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. With a fierce battle cry, he drives his claws deep into the metal skull of Master Mold, carving a path of destruction through its mechanical frame

With a mighty slash, Wolverine's charged claws tear through the air, cutting through the thick armor of Master Mold's head with ease. The robot staggers back, its systems failing as the combined assault overwhelms its defenses

As the dust settles, the X-Men stand victorious, their teamwork and determination proving once again to be their greatest strength

...

Scott approaches Y/N, his expression serious yet relieved after the intense battle.

Cyclops: Y/N, that was some impressive work out there.

Y/N nods, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction evident on his face.

Y/N: Thanks, Scott. But it was a team effort. Everyone played their part.

Cyclops: True. But your quick thinking and leadership helped turn the tide. We couldn't have done it without you.

Y/N: Well, I'm just glad we were able to stop them before anyone got seriously hurt.

Scott nods in agreement, his gaze shifting to the cityscape, where the chaos of battle has given way to a sense of calm.

Cyclops: I was thinking...you're a solid team player, Y/N. Maybe you'd like to join us. I know your brother wasn't a fan of teams, but hey...you'd be a fine addition to the X-Men

Y/N's expression shifts, caught off guard by Cyclops's offer. He takes a moment to consider the invitation, weighing the potential impact on his responsibilities

Y/N: I...I appreciate the offer, Scott. And it's not that I'm not grateful. It's just...I'm doing this other thing with this other team and it would be very hard for me to keep up with this. Sorry

Cyclops nods understandingly, his respect for Y/N evident in his expression.

Cyclops: I understand. Just know that the offer stands, should you ever change your mind. We could use someone like you.

Y/N offers a small smile, grateful for the gesture of camaraderie.

Y/N: Thanks, Scott. I'll keep that in mind

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Y/N leaves the scene and goes back home before heading to Miles' Earth

...

Meanwhile...

Earth-1610B

Feeling frustrated and confined, Miles lies on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as a myriad of emotions swirl within him. The argument with his parents still echoes in his mind, the weight of their disappointment heavy on his shoulders. Grounded and unable to leave the confines of his home, he can't help but feel trapped, his desire to help others overshadowed by the consequences of his actions

As he lied on his bed, he sees a weird thing happening

Miles' eyes widen as he watches a portal materialize above him, its shimmering edges casting an otherworldly glow in his room

Gwen: Hey Miles! Got a minute?

To be continued...