Miles Morales was totally losing it.

After Y/N left Uncle Aaron's place, he tagged along with his Uncle to an underground Brooklyn subway spot to create some graffiti, totally off the radar for his Dad. Right after finishing, he got bitten by a spider.

And from there, everything went haywire.

He shot up in height, started sticking to walls, and his attempt at finding Anya for the classic shoulder touch ended in a major fail.

With no clue about the changes he was going through, Miles knew he had to get some answers.

And you know what they say – retracing your steps is never a bad idea.

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Y/N and Peter crouched on the rooftop across from Fisk Tower. The colossal building loomed like a monolith over the city. The supercollider, hidden deep within the tower, posed a grave threat not only to their universe but to countless others.

Y/N's heart weighed heavy as he thought about leaving behind the friends he had made in this universe in a short period of time. He considered Miles, his easy camaraderie, and the sense of brotherhood they had forged. He remembered Anya, her spunky attitude and the way she always managed to put a smile on his face. And then there was Gwen, the enigma he couldn't decipher, the girl whose presence seemed to set his senses ablaze.

"Ready?" Peter's voice broke through Y/N's thoughts, his determined expression masked by his mask.

Y/N nodded, a mixture of determination and sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, let's do this."

With that, the two of them leaped across the gap between buildings, their agile forms making the jump seem effortless. They landed on a ledge near one of the tower's upper floors, using their web-shooters to silently scale the side of the building.

As they slipped through an open window, Y/N's gaze swept over the opulent interior of the tower. It was a stark contrast to the chaos that brewed beneath its surface. The supercollider had the potential to tear apart not just their world, but countless others.

The duo navigated through the dimly lit corridors. They shared a few whispered quips as they made their way deeper into the tower, their familiarity and teamwork evident even in this dire situation.

Their destination was the supercollider room, and as they approached it, they were met with the monstrous figure of Green Goblin. A grotesque creature with wild eyes and a twisted grin,

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Peter quipped, "Norman, always a pleasure. You just can't stay away from big, shiny machines, can you?"

As Peter engaged with Goblin, Y/N found himself facing Scorpion, a ruthless and sadistic man in a exoskeleton suit with a large stinger.

Scorpion was relentless, his movements fluid and dangerous as he launched his attacks.

"No way, the Scorpion in my universe is so different!" Y/N quipped.

"Vamos, araña," Scorpion taunted, his voice laced with venom as he switched between languages.

Y/N's grin widened. "My Spanish isn't great, but how about a dance, Scorps?"

"Norman, listen to me!" Peter exclaimed. "I can't let you open a portal to another dimension, Brooklyn is not zoned for that!"

Goblin roared, throwing a large chunk of metal to the side.

"It's not up to me," he said. "Why won't you quit?"

"I guess I like Brooklyn not being sucked into a black hole."

Or maybe we could all agree on Staten Island?" Y/N chimed in, wrestling against the grip of Scorpion's tail. "Honestly, no universe needs Staten Island."

Y/N extended his stingers, slicing the air to strike Scorpion's face, momentarily throwing him off balance, and landing a punch for good measure.

Goblin's roar echoed again, accompanied by a barrage of orange bombs aimed at the two spider-powered individuals.

Y/N swung upward, slashing at the looming goblin while evading the incoming bombs alongside Peter.

Goblin retreated into a vast room housing a massive, intricate device. Y/N and Peter followed suit, surveying the dual sides of the contraption.

In the midst of Y/N's brief exploration, a shift in his senses triggered a piercing pain within his head.

A searing, almost excruciating sensation gripped him, as if multiple individuals were clamoring for attention inside his mind.

Abruptly, Y/N's attention shifted downward, where a teenager was hurtling towards the ground.

Y/N observed in awe as Peter leaped into action, snatching the boy by the waist and propelling him to safety on a nearby ledge.

In sync, Y/N swung over, landing adjacent to Peter. The realization of who the boy was left Y/N dumbfounded.

"Miles?" Y/N queried, a perplexed expression on his face.

"Yeah, do I know you?" Miles questioned, his eyebrows arching in curiosity.

"You know your shoes are untied?" Peter asked. "This is a onesie, so I don't really have to worry about it."

Suddenly, Y/N's spider senses went off once more, triggering the connection shared between the three. What shocked Y/N the most was that Miles, too, had the same reaction.

He was just like him.

"I thought I was the only one," Peter said in awe. "You're like me – well, both of you are."

"I don't want to be," Miles said in panic.

"I'm not sure you really have a choice, kiddo," Peter replied. "There's a lot going through your head, I'm sure."

"Yeah," Miles nodded.

"You'll be fine," Peter said. "If you stick around, I can help you, maybe show you the ropes."

"Yeah," Miles nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, the machine rumbled.

"I just need to send him home and destroy this machine before the space-time continuum collapses," Peter said, hopping onto the railing.

"See you in a bit."

Peter took off swinging, effortlessly maneuvering through the room before landing on the wall.

Climbing, he knocked on certain parts of the wall, trying to find a loose piece.

"Is it here? No, no, it's here," he questioned. "Ah, I found it."

While Peter fumbled with the wall, Y/N's senses went off, alerting him to oncoming danger.

"Watch out!" Y/N shouted.

Just then, a figure in a dark purple suit blasted towards Spider-Man, clasping him in a chokehold before throwing him into the gears of the machine.

While Peter dealt with that, Y/N noticed that Goblin had reawakened.

"I'll be right back," Y/N said to Miles, letting out his stingers as he waded into his own fight with the massive creature.

"How did you even get like this, Norman?" Y/N asked. "All big and scary?"

Without warning, Goblin lunged forward, his massive form moving with surprising speed.

Y/N barely had time to react, narrowly dodging the swipe of one of Goblin's clawed hands. The impact of the blow sent shockwaves through the room, the force of it shaking the very ground beneath them.

Y/N sprang into action, his movements fluid as he swung away from Goblin's attacks. "You know, I've faced a lot of bad guys, but you really take the cake for being the ugliest one!"

Goblin's response was a loud growl as he charged once again. Y/N's spider senses tingled, giving him just enough warning to dodge the incoming attack. He retaliated with a fury of webbing, the sticky strands wrapping around Goblin's limbs in an attempt to immobilize him.

"And now for the finisher!" Y/N shouted, letting his stingers fly free as he slashed Goblins face. However, the large monster brown free, grabbing Y/N with his massive hands and slowly clenching him.

"Ugh, seriously gross," Y/N grumbled.

Y/N swiftly slashed at Goblin's foot, causing the monstrous being to roar in fury and release the young spiderling. However, before Y/N could press his advantage, the man in the purple suit appeared from behind, ensnaring the boy in a chokehold.

"You're way over your head, kid," the man remarked.

The man's voice was oddly familiar to Y/N, as was the language he used, though he struggled to put a face to the memory.

Suddenly, a loud humming sound from the nearby lab boomed through a loudspeaker.

"Watch out, here comes the Spider-Man." the voice called, revealing itself to be Wilson Fisk.

"Oh not this guy." Y/N groaned.

"You like my new toy? It cost me a fortune. But hey, you can't take it with you, right?" Kingpin said mockingly.

"You came all this way. Watch the test. It's a helluva freakin' light show, you're gonna love this."

Then, the room began to light up, revealing the machine in its entirety.

"No, no don't do this!" Peter exclaimed. "Stop!"

"You don't know what it can do! You'll kill us all!"

Turning a deaf ear to the pleas, Kingpin insisted on starting the test, his eyes fixed on a small device descending from the ceiling, poised in the center.

With a deafening roar, the machine unleashed a blinding burst of light, ripping through the two halves.

Y/N's mind glitched as a barrage of images flooded through, featuring the persistent girl who had haunted his thoughts since his arrival in this universe, another girl donning a sleek black suit, and several unfamiliar faces.

Amidst the pulsating pain, the girl's identity crystallized, leaving Y/N bewildered and taken aback.

It was Gwen – a certainty that puzzled him to no end.

Meanwhile, the machine's thunderous roars seemed to tear at the very fabric of the room, intensifying the urgency to escape.

In a split-second decision, Y/N unleashed his stingers, catching the man off guard and initiating a fierce combat. Their clash showcased advanced weaponry wielded by the man.

In a clever maneuver, Y/N sliced the man's boot, momentarily throwing him off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Y/N deployed webs, temporarily stunning his opponent before swinging in and landing a forceful kick to his face.

Yet, amid the chaos, the Goblin seized Peter, lowering him toward the ominous beam.

"Stop, Goblin!" Kingpin's voice boomed. "Get him outta there!"

The beam's instability mounted, succumbing to the escalating test demands, culminating in a catastrophic explosion that sent everyone hurtling in all directions.

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As Y/N slowly came to, he fought to rise to his feet, desperately scanning for any signs of his friends amidst the chaos.

A massive hand belonging to the Green Goblin came into view, trapped under a heap of debris. He was certainly dead; surviving that wreckage was implausible.

Y/N's quest continued, eventually leading him to Peter, ensnared beneath his own debris, conversing with a stunned Miles.

"Can you get up?" Miles asked as Y/N approached.

"Yeah, I always get up," Peter weakly chuckled, before succumbing to a bout of coughing. "Although coughing isn't exactly a good sign."

"Find them, now!" a voice called out from behind them, jolting the trio into alertness.

Kingpin was coming.

"Listen, we all have to work together," Peter responded, handing Miles a key.

"This override key is the key to stop the collider. Swing up there, use the key, press the button, and blow it up," Peter explained.

"But not before sending him home first," he added, indicating Y/N with a gesture. "Staying in this dimension for too long could prove fatal."

"You need to conceal your identity, don't show your face," he continued. "No one can know. He's got everyone under his control."

"Kingpin?" Y/N inquired.

"If he activates the machine again, everything you're familiar with will vanish."

"Your family, your friends, everyone."

"Everyone!" Peter reiterated. "Promise me you'll do this."

Miles paused, briefly contemplating the hero's words before offering a respectful nod.

"I promise."

"Me too," Y/N affirmed.

"Go, destroy the collider," Peter urged. "I'll come find you!"

Y/N followed Miles, ascending a building, aiming to pinpoint the precise location for the override key's placement.

"Where did he mention—"

Before they could proceed, their attention was captured by the Kingpin of crime's words being exchanged.

"Tombstone, we're done with tests!" He bellowed. "Get that thing up and running, and soon."

"Run faster!" He exclaimed, gesturing towards a poor scientist.

"I'd say it's nice to see you again, Spider-Man," Kingpin said, closing in on the injured Parker. "but it's not."

"Hey Kingpin," Peter coughed. "How's business."

"Booming!" Kingpin laughed, pulling the mask off of Peter to reveal his identity.

"Now where's your little pal?" Kingpin inquired.

"Don't worry, he'll be long gone before you even attempt to reach him," Peter weakly retorted.

"You know this might open a black hole under Brooklyn. It can't be worth the risk."

"It'a not always about the money, Spider-Man."

Kingpin gestured for the purple suited man to come over.

"Prowler, he's all yours."

Before the Prowler could do anything, Peter spoke up.

"Wait! Don't you wanna know what I saw in there?"

Intrigued, Kingpin gestured Prowler away.

"I know what you're trying to do, it won't work." Peter said. "They're gone."

Kingpin said nothing, after a brief moment with a fit of rage, he unleashed all of his anger onto the fallen hero, crushing him with his immense frame.

Y/N's eyes widened at the sight, along with Miles.

"Get rid of the body." Kingpin said quietly.

Peter Parker was dead.

Spider-Man was dead.

Y/N, consumed by anger, attempted to pull Miles away from the scene, inadvertently causing a slight noise.

Kingpin turned, spotting the two boys fleeing hastily.

"Take them out," Kingpin instructed Prowler, who immediately pursued them.

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The echoing sound of footsteps reverberated through the dimly lit subway tunnel as Y/N swung through the air, a flicker of concern in his eyes as he glanced down at Miles running desperately ahead of him.

Miles' heart pounded with fear and desperation, he was racing for his life. Trying to escape along with the mysterious spider person.

Y/N's web-shooters shot out webs, attaching to pillars and walls, propelling him forward. He caught glimpses of Miles ahead, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he sprinted through the dark tunnels.

As they pushed forward, the figure of Prowler emerged from the shadows, in a menacing form. Y/N's heart raced as he saw the danger closing in, and he knew that he had to do whatever it took to keep Miles safe.

The kid couldn't defend himself, not right now at least.

"Miles, keep moving!" Y/N's voice was a low, urgent whisper as he swung closer to the boy.

Miles glanced over his shoulder, eyes wide with fear, and nodded in response. His legs pumping harder as he continued to sprint forward.

Y/N's movements were fluid and precise as he swung closer to Prowler, his senses heightened as he anticipated the villain's next move. Prowler lunged, his gloved hands reaching out, but Y/N evaded the attack with a graceful flip, landing on the opposite side of the platform.

"Get out of here!" Y/N's voice was firm, his eyes locking onto Prowler's advancing form. He knew he had to distract the villain, to give Miles the chance he needed to escape.

Miles glanced back once more, his gaze meeting Y/N's for a brief moment before he turned and continued to run. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the tunnel as he disappeared into the distance.

With that, Y/N continued fighting the Prowler, who used his advanced weaponry and claws to throw Y/N off balance and to attack. Y/N dodged his jabs, slashing his body before web slinging further. Prowler countered with brutal efficiency, his attacks laced with a dangerous intent.

Y/N launched himself toward Prowler, his fist connecting with the villain's jaw. Prowler staggered backward, his balance compromised.

Y/N continued to swing, trying to get out of the subway with his life. He could only hope that Miles had escaped as well.

Hearing the distant rumble of an oncoming train. He seized the opportunity, using his web-shooters to swing around the platform's pillars, taunting the Prowler to follow.

The Prowler's eyes narrowed as he pursued Y/N, his steps sure and calculated. The moment the train roared into the station, Y/N leaped onto it, narrowly avoiding the speeding metal beast. He turned, his gaze locked onto the Prowler as he swung back onto the platform.

Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. Y/N's gaze shifted toward the tunnel where Miles had disappeared. Without a word, he sprinted in that direction.

As Y/N emerged from the subway tunnel, he saw Prowler revving up a motorcycle, the engine's roar cutting through the night. Y/N's senses tingled as Prowler's gaze locked onto him.

"Oh, no." Y/N said, shaking his head as he pursued the purple suited man.

Prowler accelerated toward Y/N, his motorcycle kicking up sparks as it raced along the pavement. Y/N stood his ground, waiting for the right moment. Just as Prowler closed in, Y/N dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the motorcycle's path.

Rolling to his feet, Y/N shot a web at the bike, launching himself at Prowler, his fists connecting with the man's body. The two grappled, each blow exchanged with equal force.

In a daring move, Y/N used his stingers to slash at Prowler's tires, the rubber hissing and deflating as the motorcycle swerved out of control. Prowler was thrown from the bike, landing on the pavement with a heavy thud.

Without looking back, Y/N swung away, his heart pounding in his chest as he put distance between himself and Prowler.

He had escaped for now, but this was going to be a much bigger issue moving forward.

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"We interrupt this program with a special report. Sad news tonight, the hero known as Spider-Man has died, after injuries related to another powerful earthquake in Brooklyn. Multiple sources are confirming that Peter Parker, a 26 year old graduate student operated as Spider-Man for more than a decade."

Y/N landed on top of a building, watching the news report with a mix of sadness and anger within him. He didn't know Peter for very long, but could tell he was a great man and an even better Spider-Man. He never deserved what happened to him, but it was a stark reminder of what they experienced daily with the dangers of being a masked hero.

The least he can do for him is to help destroy that collider before it destroys New York.

But right now, all he needed to do was find Miles, to see if his friend was doing okay after what happened tonight.

With a swift and calculated swing, Y/N descended to street level and landed gracefully in front of Miles, his mask concealing his identity. Miles stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise and maybe a hint of fear at the sight of the mysterious Spider-Person he had seen at the collider.

"Who are you?" Miles asked cautiously, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Y/N's gaze softened as he sighed, realizing that he had to reveal himself to Miles. Slowly, he reached up and pulled off his mask, revealing his face to his roomate. Miles stared at him in shock, his mouth agape as he tried to process what he was seeing.

"Y/N?" Miles finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it's me," Y/N replied with a small smile. "I know a lot is running through your head right now, especially after what happened tonight."

Miles nodded, still processing the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirred up within him.

"I'm from a different dimension," Y/N explained gently. "I'm Spider-Man in my dimension. That collider we saw tonight, that's how I got here. And I think we need to work together, especially after what we just saw."

Miles's eyes widened even further, his mind racing to catch up with the reality of the situation. The Spider-Person he had met at the collider was actually his roomate, someone he had known for a few days now.

"You're... Spider-Man?" Miles asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and awe.

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, from a different dimension. And we're going to need to work together to stop whatever Kingpin is causing with that supercollider."

Miles took a deep breath, his gaze finally meeting Y/N's with newfound determination. He knew that Y/N was right. They had to come together to stop Kingpin and his collider.

"We're going to the funeral tomorrow," Y/N said softly, breaking the momentary silence. "It's the least we can do for Peter."

Miles nodded in agreement, his shock slowly giving way to a sense of purpose.

"Yeah, we will," Miles replied, his voice filled with resolve.

With a final nod, Y/N pulled his mask back on, his eyes locking onto Miles's determined gaze.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow, Miles."

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"My husband Peter Parker was an ordinary person. He always said that it could be anyone behind the mask. He was just the kid who happened to get bit... He didn't ask for his powers. But he chose to be Spider-Man... My favorite thing about Peter is that he made us each feel powerful. We all have powers of one kind or the other and in our own way we are all Spider-Man, and we are all counting on you."

Mary Jane Watson-Parker spoke at the funeral, surrounded by thousands of people gathered around, speaking on her late husband, beside her stood a frail old lady who looked downtrodden, and a tall young man with H/C hair, who stood next to a beautiful woman with platinum blonde hair.

Y/N and Miles stood towards the middle, Miles dressed in a costumed Spider-Man suit while standing next to Y/N, who took in Mary Jane's words with earnest.

She spoke of Peter's unwavering dedication to protecting the city as Spider-Man and the sacrifices he had made to keep others safe.

As Mary Jane's words hung in the air, she turned to the side, her gaze locking onto a figure waiting in the wings.

Y/N L/N, a man of authority and influence, stepped forward. Beside him stood his wife, Felicia Hardy, a woman known not only for her beauty but for her philanthropic efforts and sharp mind. Felicia held her pregnant belly with a mix of sorrow and strength.

A/N: :)

Y/N could tell this was his alternate universe counterpart, an older version of himself who displayed authority and confidence. Someone that people could look up to. He was curious to see what this version of himself was like.

Y/N's presence commanded attention as he took the podium. His eyes scanned the crowd, a mix of sorrow and determination in his gaze. "Thank you, Mary Jane," he began, his voice strong and unwavering despite the emotions swirling within him. "Thank you for allowing me to stand here and speak about a man who meant the world to me."

He paused for a moment, the weight of his words settling in. "Peter Parker was not just a friend, he was a brother to me. We shared a bond that transcended friendship, a connection forged through countless trials and triumphs." Y/N's voice softened, his memories of Peter coming to life in his mind. "He was a man who believed in doing what was right, no matter the personal cost."

Y/N's gaze flickered to the casket before him, a mixture of reverence and grief in his expression. "I want you all to know that Peter's heroism extended beyond what you saw on the surface. He was Spider-Man, a symbol of hope and strength, but he was also just a regular guy who faced challenges and doubts like anyone else."

A solemn hush fell over the crowd as Y/N's words resonated with them. "Peter taught me many things, but one lesson stands out above the rest," he continued, his voice growing steadier.

"He believed in the power of responsibility. He knew that with great power comes great responsibility, a truth he lived by every day."

Y/N's eyes swept over the faces of those gathered, his voice carrying a note of urgency. "We can honor Peter's legacy by carrying that responsibility forward, by standing up for what's right, and by being there for each other in times of need. Just as he was there for all of us."

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Mary Jane's as he spoke directly to her.

"Mary Jane, thank you for sharing Peter with all of us. His memory will live on in our hearts, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, one person can make a difference."

"Exactly," Miles affirmed with a nod. "Both of us."

Someone nearby couldn't resist chiming in.

"I don't think it's about you two specifically, I think it's more of a metaphor," the bystander added.

Y/N rolled his eyes, turning his attention back towards the front.

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Miles and Y/N stepped into an alleyway with comic books at their disposal. Since Peter was gone, Miles wanted to get a head start on how to manage his new powers, and since Y/N was a spider-person, he asked for some help.

Y/N was reluctant, as he didn't think of himself as a mentor figure, but also knew that Miles needed help. He needed to get back to his universe, and the way to do that is to put his fate into the hands of a teenager who was new to this whole thing.

Kind of a sticky situation.

"Alright, Miles." Y/N spoke. "How about you try jumping off that building right there."

Y/N pointed to a large building to the right of the two, to which Miles looked at him confusingly.

"I'm sorry, you want me to do what?"

Y/N chuckled.

"Come on dude, you gotta start somewhere. Besides, it's not that scary."

"That's easy for you to say!" Miles exclaimed.

Y/N sighed, understanding where Miles was coming from.

"Listen," he began to explain. "When I got my powers, I was just as lost. No mentor, had to figure things out on my own. It wasn't until my Dad got killed that I found the courage I needed."

Miles looked taken aback by the revelation.

"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that," he expressed sincerely. "How did he die?"

"I let someone slip through my grasp, someone I could've stopped," Y/N recounted. "It was hard, one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with. Weirdly enough, I don't think I'd be where I am today if that hadn't happened."

Miles gulped audibly, his nervousness evident. He glanced over at Y/N, who appeared utterly unfazed by the height. "I don't know, man. This seems pretty insane."

Y/N chuckled, his tone light. "Come on, Miles. This will make you a better Spider-Man. What better way to practice than by taking a plunge off a tall building?"

Miles shot him a skeptical look. "You're not helping, you know."

Y/N's grin widened. "Hey, I'm trying my best."

Miles took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the ground far below. The height seemed much more daunting from up here, the idea of jumping off a building suddenly feeling much less appealing. He took a cautious step back. Looking at the far drop down and the cars below shattered his confidence.

His courage wavered, and with a sheepish grin, he backed away from the edge. "You know what? Maybe not this building. Let's try a smaller one first."

"Hey, I can respect that." Y/N said, following Miles down the steps.

With that, Miles and Y/N found a smaller building for Miles to start on. With a boost of confidence, Miles sprinted towards the ledge, eyes narrowing as he came closer and closer to the edge.

However, as he moved closer, he stumbled on his untied shoelaces, tripping over the ledge and losing his balance.

"Ahhhh!" Miles yelled, falling off the ledge before falling into some electrical wires, crashing into the side of another building and falling onto a car.

As he hit the ground, Miles heard a loud crack in his pocket. Panicked, he reached inside, only to find the override key in a state of disarray.

Y/N swung down, checking on his friend. However; when he got down, he saw the destroyed key in Miles' hand.

"Oh no," he said angrily. "Miles, what did you do?"

"I didn't mean it!" Miles explained.

Y/N seethed, knowing that the one key to getting home to his universe was broken for the time being. He knew that Miles didn't mean to break the key, but this was not looking good for their chances of getting him back home.

Y/N took a breathe, calming himself as he helped Miles off the ground.

"It's okay," Y/N reassured. "I'm sorry for getting mad, we'll figure out how to fix the key."

Miles nodded, understanding Y/N's anger, but his self doubt continued to creep inside of his mind.

"What if I'm not ready for this, Y/N?" Miles asked.

Y/N shook his head. "Miles, nobody ever truly is."

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Later, as day turned to night, Miles had texted Y/N to meet him at a nearby cemetery. He was visiting the grave of Peter, probably to find some kind of solace in the fact that he had just broken the key to the override.

Y/N swung towards Queens, landing beside his friend as they made their way through the darkened graveyard.

They stopped at a gravestone surrounded by flowers, gifts, and trinkets all dedicated to the cities hero.

"I'm sorry Mr. Parker." Miles said, lifting his mask over his head. "That thing you gave me, that key...I think I really messed it up."

"I wanna do what you asked." Miles continued. "I really do. But I'm sorry, I'm not sure I'm the guy."

As Miles continued speaking to the grave, Y/N's spider senses began to tingle, alerting him to danger lurking behind them.

"I can't do this without you." Miles continued, seemingly unknowing of the figure behind them.

Hey, kid," the figure interjected. His words caught Miles' attention, and in a swift motion, he yanked down his mask, seizing the figure's arm. A jolt of electricity surged through the figure, propelling him backward.

Y/N swiftly deployed his stingers, approaching the incapacitated figure while still processing Miles' sudden attack.

Upon inspecting the unconscious intruder, both Y/N and Miles realized that he bore a striking resemblance to Peter Parker. However, his hair wasn't blonde, he looked much older, and his body was a different shape.

"Peter Parker?" Y/N questioned, casting a perplexed look at Miles.