You and Miles stay close, the weight of the moment sinking in as the dark blue Spider-Man leads the way. There's an unease between you both, a simmering uncertainty—Is he really one of us? Can we trust him? But then again, he's a Spider-Man, isn't he? They don't just go around hurting innocent people. That would be crossing a line none of you are willing to cross, no matter the universe.

The man in the dark suit flicks a hand, and an orange portal materializes, swirling with an eerie glow. Miles eyes you, a silent question hanging between you two, but before either of you can speak, you're both pulled into the vortex.

The world around you warps in colors and flashes of light, but it isn't long before everything settles. Your senses explode with danger. A massive shadow looms overhead, and you instinctively snap your head up. What you see sends a chill down your spine—a gargantuan vulture, its wings unfurled, beating with enough force to send shockwaves through the air. It's no ordinary vulture. This beast is a creature straight out of the Renaissance, its feathers glistening with an unnatural sheen, its beady eyes filled with malice.

Without thinking, you tap into your power—your true power. The world feels lighter as you embrace your favorite form, the form that always brings clarity and control. You feel the change rip through you, muscles expanding, bones shifting, skin hardening. Within seconds, you are no longer human. You are a beast. A massive, towering dinosaur. The ground shakes beneath you as your claws sink into the earth, and the roar that bursts from your throat reverberates through the surroundings, like thunder rolling across a storm.

Miles stares, wide-eyed, but you don't have time to explain. You bound forward, the speed and raw power of your prehistoric form unmatched. The vulture, now fully aware of your presence, shrieks in panic, its claws slashing at the air. You leap into the sky, massive jaws snapping around the creature, and in a moment of savage triumph, you sink your teeth deep into the vulture's wings.

The vulture screeches, its voice panicked, a grotesque screech that echoes through the air: "OI, GET OFF!"

The sound of its desperate cries only fuels your adrenaline as you clamp down harder, your sheer size and strength making this fight one-sided. The universe is cruel sometimes, but in this moment, you're the apex predator.

And it feels so good.

The dark blue Spider-Man stands frozen for a split second, watching as you tear through the vulture's massive wings like they're nothing more than paper. His mask shifts, a subtle shift in his stance, but it's enough to reveal his true fear. He's genuinely rattled. He wasn't expecting this.

He looks at Miles, eyes wide with disbelief, voice rough with panic. "You know this girl?" he barks, the words sharp like a whip cracking through the air.

Miles swallows hard, sweat beading down his forehead. The tension is palpable, like the air before a storm. He turns to face the dark blue Spider-Man, his words almost apologetic. "I swear, she's not like this usually. She's a nice woman," he stammers, his hands nervously twitching at his sides.

The dark blue Spider-Man scoffs, a sound full of disbelief and frustration, shaking his head in exasperation. "Yeah, sure," he mutters under his breath. But as he watches you, this unstoppable force of nature in your monstrous form, he's finding it hard to believe a word of it. "Well, she's kicking that vulture's ass... let's go."

Without another word, he springs into action. He shoots an orange glowing web into the air, the strand glowing brighter than the portal's light, and with a swift motion, he swings himself up, launching himself straight toward the vulture's other wing. His muscles coil like springs, his movements quick and precise.

His web attaches with a sharp snap, and in a flash, he's up in the air, swinging himself high above you. You don't even spare him a glance, your attention still fully consumed by the creature beneath you, but the dark blue Spider-Man is quickly tying the vulture down with his glowing webbing, ensuring it has nowhere to go.

The vulture screeches again, now trapped by two very different forces. "Oi! GET OFF!" it bellows, struggling futilely as its wings are bound by the webs, the mighty creature thrashing in desperation.

Miles steps up beside you, his face still pale, but his voice is steady now. "You think we can finish this before it calls for backup?"

The dark blue Spider-Man flicks his wrist, sending another wave of webbing into the vulture's beak, shutting it up for a moment. "Depends on if you can keep your friend from tearing this thing in half," he calls down, a nervous edge to his tone.

A wicked grin spreads across Miles's face. "No promises."

And with that, the battle truly begins.

Miles rushes toward you, his eyes wide with concern as he watches you hold the vulture in your jaws, the creature thrashing and screeching in your grip. "Oi, Y/N, let it go!" he calls out, voice tight with urgency. "The dark Spider's gonna take care of this!"

You growl, a low, menacing sound that rumbles from deep within your chest. Red eyes glinting with primal fury, you lock onto Miles' face. The battle within you rages—animal instinct vs. reason—but your connection to Miles holds firm. His voice, pleading yet familiar, is the only thing that cuts through the haze. He smiles, trying to calm the beast in you, his hands slightly raised in surrender. "Please," he says.

A hissing sound rips from your throat as the tension tightens in your jaw. With a swift motion, you release the vulture. You fling it violently into a nearby lamp post, the impact sending a loud crash echoing through the streets. The dark blue Spider-Man yelps, caught off guard by the sudden force. His balance wavers as the vulture's momentum causes him to tumble over Miles, who barely manages to steady himself.

The sound of Miguel's (Spider-Man 2099) gasp—sharp and full of pain—reaches your ears just as the vulture rebounds into him. He staggers back, a grunt of pain escaping as the creature digs its claws into his armor, pulling him off balance. The vulture's grip tightens, and you can see it dragging him down.

Your blood runs cold at the sound of Miguel's gasp. That pain, that vulnerability... it triggers something deep within you. You whirl around, eyes blazing with fury once more, your muscles coiling like a predator preparing to strike. Without a moment's hesitation, your massive jaws snap shut around the vulture's neck.

It's quick. A twist, a vicious snap, and then—crack—the vulture goes limp in your grasp. The weight of the lifeless creature sinks in, its body falling with a heavy thud to the ground.

Miguel stumbles, his breath ragged from the strain, but you're already turning to face him, the battle fully over. You grunt, a satisfied growl vibrating through your chest as you stare him down. "You're welcome," you say, voice dripping with the satisfaction of a hunt well done.

Miguel takes a deep breath, hands still slightly trembling from the shock of the moment. His posture shifts slightly—guarded, but grateful. He's not used to seeing this side of you, not like this.

"Right," he mutters, rubbing his shoulder where the vulture had latched on. "Maybe next time, a little less... predatory, yeah?"

You lower your massive head, your primal energy starting to ebb as you return to your more human form. "You're lucky I didn't go for your throat, too." Your voice is sharp but with a playful undertone.

Miguel's expression falters for a moment, a quiet understanding passing between you. "I'm guessing that's how you deal with everything?"

"Not everything," you reply, cracking a grin as the weight of the battle lightens. "But some things deserve a more... hands-on approach."

The dark blue Spider-Man—Miguel, now that you've finally made the connection—grumbles as he shakes himself off. "Great. Just what I needed... a dino-Spider on a rampage."

You wink. "Next time, don't get in the way."

You feel the familiar rush of energy as you shift back into your human form, your colossal frame shrinking down into something much more familiar. Your white hair falls softly around your face, shimmering like moonlight against the dark backdrop of your black attire. Your ocean-blue eyes flicker, still glowing faintly from the power you just unleashed, but they soften as your surroundings begin to return to normal.

Before you can take a full breath, Miles is there, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, almost frantic hug. His body presses into yours, the weight of the moment settling in as he pulls you close.

"Oh, you're alright," he breathes, his voice shaky, his grip tight like he's afraid if he lets go, you'll slip away.

You giggle softly, the sound light and airy, despite the intensity of the battle that just unfolded. You rest your chin on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace as you tease, "Of course I would be, love. I'm the strongest there is, after all."

Miles chuckles, his grip loosening just enough to pull back and look at you with an almost exasperated expression mixed with affection. "Yeah, I've got no doubt about that," he says, shaking his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But next time—please—warn me before you go full dino mode. I swear, I thought we were gonna lose you to the beast inside."

You raise an eyebrow, playfully defensive. "Hey, it wasn't that bad. I handled it, didn't I?"

"You did," he admits with a grin. "But I'll take the soft, human version of you any day. Just maybe—maybe—don't turn into a giant dinosaur in the middle of the city next time."

"Deal," you say with a wink, letting the last vestiges of your battle instincts subside. Your hands find his, and you squeeze them softly, grounding yourself back into this world, this moment.

Miguel—Spider-Man 2099—approaches, his posture still tense but with a begrudging respect in his gaze. "You two are... something else," he mutters, rubbing his neck where the vulture had been.

You grin, catching his eye. "What can I say? We get things done."

Miles smirks at the exchange. "That's one way to put it," he says, his voice still light with relief.

The three of you stand there for a moment, the weight of the battle easing into the quiet aftermath. The world feels just a little bit more manageable now that it's in your hands.