The four spiders found themselves in Queens, where they stood at the doorstep of May Parker.

Peter shot a web at the doorbell, regretting even being there in the first place. He wasn't ready for this conversation, as his own May was dead.

"We should probably go." Peter remarked, seemingly chickening out.

"Peter, we are right here." Y/N said. "Right on the doorstep."

"Bad idea, bad idea, this is a bad idea." Peter said, emphasizing his concern over this idea.

"Nope, you're staying here." Gwen said, shooting a web at the older man and pulling him back.

Just then, an older woman opened the door.

"You guys are very sweet, but no more fans today, please."

The woman gasped, glancing at the four heros. She dropped a baseball bat onto the ground.

"Was she- was she going to use that on us?" Y/N asked in concern, as Gwen punched his stomach.

"What was that for?" Y/N asked.

"Quiet." Gwen smirked.

The woman inched off her doorstep, approaching Peter silently.

"Peter?" She asked gently.

"Hey Aunt May," Peter replied. "so this is going to sound crazy but I'm pretty sure I'm from-"

"An alternate dimension." May finished.

"Yeah."

"You look tired Peter." May said.

Peter chuckled, "well, I am tired."

"And older, and thicker."

Peter scoffed. "Yeah, I've heard that already."

"Are those sweatpants?" May asked, inspecting Peter.

"Yeah, that's what they are." Gwen replied.

Miles hesitated for a moment, then said with a hint of sadness, "I was there when it all happened. I am so sorry."

Y/N standing beside Miles, echoed his sentiments, "Me too."

Aunt May glanced back at the boys, studying him briefly, before asking, "And what dimension are you two from?"

"Queens, well... not this version of Queens." Y/N said.

With a nonchalant grin, Miles replied, "Brooklyn. Did Peter have a place where we could make another one of these?"

Aunt May nodded, leading them to the backyard shed. "A goober. Follow me."

Peter couldn't resist a quip as he chimed in, "Oh, yeah, I got one of these, too. A little, old shed where I keep my Spider-gear." He chuckled, then added, "I mean, this place is pretentious."

As the door to the elevator unlocked, revealing the secret Spider-Cave below, Miles couldn't help but exclaim, "Whoa. Dude. Was yours anything like this?"

Peter, his tone a mix of humor and self-deprecation, replied, "Mine was like this, but take away the jeep, the plane. Imagine it way smaller. Imagine a futon. I feel sad for this guy."

"Wow, I wish I had a cave like this." Y/N said, inspecting the surroundings.

Miles inspected the surroundings, his eyes falling on a set of different Spider suits in glass enclosures. One even had a cape. "Hey, Peter. I think this is a cape."

"It sure is, man." Y/N smirked back at Peter, continuing to inspect the cave.

As they explored the remarkable underground lair, Y/N, with his innate curiosity, came across a suit with a distinctive hood, reminiscent of Gwen's attire. He couldn't help but feel a particular interest in it, his fingers gently tracing the fabric.

"Huh, this is kind of cool."

Aunt May's voice held a somber tone as she shared the backstory, "Peter knew how dangerous the job was. But he figured the only one who could stop this guy was Spider-Man."

Miles, his worry etched on his face, voiced his concerns, "Kingpin knows we're coming. We're going to be outnumbered."

Aunt May's gaze shifted to a hidden drawer as she replied, "Don't be so sure. You might need these." With a knowing smile, she revealed an array of extra name tags and markers. "You think you're the only people who thought to come here?"

Just then, the four had their spider senses go off, alerting them to others in the cave.

They looked up, noticing four others hanging out on the ceiling.

Hey, fellas," Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man Noir, greeted them.

Miles, still trying to process the surreal sight before him, wondered aloud, "Is he in black and white?"

Peter couldn't help but comment on the bizarre atmosphere, "Where's that wind coming from? We're in a basement."

Spider-Man Noir maintained his enigmatic demeanor, explaining, "Wherever I go, the wind follows. And the wind, it smells like rain."

Peni Parker, in her high-tech Sp//dr suit, added a touch of enthusiasm, "Hi, guys! Konichiwa! Hajimemashite yoroshiku!"

Peter, feeling overwhelmed, couldn't help but quip, "This could literally not get any weirder."

Spider-Ham, the anthropomorphic pig, chimed in with his own oddity, "It can get weirder. I just washed my hands. That's why they're wet. No other reason."

Then came the unexpected arrival of Anya Corazon, who seemed to know Y/N, Miles, and Gwen.

"Sup, guys." She said casually, landing on her feet.

"Anya?" Y/N exclaimed, surprised.

Anya greeted them with a warm smile, confirming her identity, "Y/N, Miles, Gwen."

A/N: Couldn't find a GIF so this is all we get.

Miles, still baffled by the sudden influx of Spider-People, asked sheepishly, "Hey, you're a spider person too?"

Anya nodded, her tone light, "Yeah, you know it's kind of a crazy story."

"I was bitten by a radioactive spider."

"I was bitten by a radioactive pig."

"I was stabbed by a Wasp member, and I got my powers from a spider tattoo."

Y/N couldn't help but find it oddly specific, commenting, "That's oddly specific."

Gwen and Miles shared a sentiment, Gwen saying, "Seriously," and Miles asking with concern, "Are you okay?"

Anya reassured them, "Yeah, trust me. But look how cool this is!"

Y/N couldn't argue with that, offering a nod of agreement.

"My name is Peter Parker. In my universe, it's 1933, and I'm a private eye. I like to drink egg creams, and I like to fight Nazis. A lot."

"My name is Peni Parker. I'm from New York in the year 3145. I have a psychic link with a spider who lives inside my father's robot. And we're best friends. Forever."

"My name is Peter Porker. I'm a photographer for the Daily Beagle. When I'm not pooching around, I'm working like a dog, trying to sniff out the latest story. I frolic and I dance And I do this With my pants."

"My name is Anya Corozon, I joined a group called the Spider-Society and trained to become a hunter of sorts. The tattoo on my arm creates some armor for me, and it helps me use my other powers as well."

The room was filled with a blend of curiosity, humor, and a hint of the surreal as these diverse Spider-People tried to make sense of their unlikely gathering.

Peter finally cut off the introductions with a touch of impatience, "Okay! Enough! So how did you get here?"

Noir summarized their situation, "Well, it's kind of a long story."

"It's really not that long." Anya remarked.

"Good point."

Peni explained, "And now we're just trying to find a way home."

Noir elaborated on the challenge ahead, "The only way home is back through that collider gizmo. The only trouble is..."

Spider-Ham completed the thought, "One of us has to stay behind and destroy it."

A chorus of volunteers emerged, all willing to make the sacrifice, but Miles interjected desperately, "No, no, no. You guys don't get it."

As Miles spoke, glitches and grunts began to ripple through the group.

Miles, determined to make his point, continued, "None of you can stay here. If you stay here, you'll die. I'm the guy who's gonna turn it off. And I'm gonna get you all home before I do. Look, I made a promise. So I have to keep it."

Noir, seemingly unfazed by Miles' conviction, quipped, "Who are you again?"

"He's Miles." Y/N said, "He's going to help us."

Peter, always trying to keep the peace, introduced Miles, saying, "This is Miles. And he's gonna save the multiverse."

Miles reinforced the notion, "Yeah, man."

Peter was eager to showcase Miles' abilities, "This kid can turn himself invisible. Watch this. He can do it now."

Miles reluctantly admitted, "I can't do it on command."

Peter clarified, "He can't do it on command. But it is cool. Show 'em the zappy thing, Miles."

Miles responded, "Can't do it on command."

The rest of the group was not amused.

"I know you guys have doubts, but I've seen Miles, and who cares if he can't do it on command, he can still turn invisible, and the venom thing is kind of cool." Y/N said, being optimistic. "He can help, all he needs is for us to trust him."

Peter reiterated, "He can't do it on command. But he can do so much more. What else do you do?"

Miles humbly replied, "Just those two things."

Peter, reinforcing Miles' potential, echoed, "Just those two things."

Noir couldn't help but react with a resigned, "Aw, man."

Gwen, concerned for Miles, interjected, "Look, I've seen him in action. He's got potential. I think he's gonna get us home."

Anya jumped in with an encouraging quote directed at Miles, causing him to blush slightly. "You've got this."

Noir, still skeptical, questioned, "Okay, little fella, Kingpin's gonna send a lot of mugs after ya. I'm talkin' hard boys, real biscuit boxers. Can you fight them all off at once?"

Miles, feeling overwhelmed by their doubts, admitted, "I haven't actually fought anyone."

Noir decided to put Miles to the test, shouting, "Surprise attack!"

Peni chimed in, "Can you rewire a mainframe while being shot at?"

Miles, baffled by the sudden barrage of questions, stammered, "Can I what?"

Peni insisted, "Show me!"

Noir continued, "Surprise attack!"

Gwen added her own challenge, "Can you swing and flip with the grace of a trained dancer?"

Y/N couldn't resist offering a playful suggestion, "Or like a skateboarder?"

Noir delved into a more introspective question, "Can you close off your feelings so you don't get crippled by the moral ambiguity of your violent actions?"

Anya couldn't help but voice her concern, "You need help."

Amidst the jests and tests, Aunt May's request added a touch of levity, "Can you help your aunt create an online dating profile so she can get out of the dang house once in a while?"

Spider-Ham couldn't resist adding a comical twist, "Can you float through the air when you smell a delicious pie?"

Miles, completely bewildered by the barrage of questions, softly uttered, "What?"

Gwen emphasized the importance of the situation, asking, "Can you be strong?"

Y/N chimed in, "In control?"

Peni added, "Ruthless?"

Anya questioned, "Disciplined?"

Miles, still uncertain, replied, "I don't know. Maybe."

Peni continued her inquiries, "Psychic?"

"Guys, cool it." Peter said.

Noir reflected on their responsibilities, sharing a more somber thought, "Show me some moxie, soldier!"

Gwen asked the essential question, "Above all, no matter how many times you get hit, can you get back up?"

As they all urged Miles to rise, Y/N encouraged him, "Come on, Miles."

Noir echoed, "Get up, Miles."

Gwen chimed in, "Come on, Miles. Get up."

Anya followed, "You can do it, Miles."

But Miles remained on the ground, unable to muster the confidence.

The spiders huddled, Gwen pulling Y/N in with her.

With concern evident, Gwen whispered to Peter B. Parker and Y/N, "You two need to be more honest with yourselves about this. He's not ready. It's obvious."

Anya, in agreement, noted, "Yeah, he's not ready, not right now."

Spider-Man Noir expressed his own reservations, "There's no way. He's just a kid."

Gwen, still determined to find a solution, proposed, "If he can't do this, we have to stay and do it for him."

Y/N, his loyalty to his friend evident, defended Miles, "You guys are being unfair; all he needs is some help."

Spider-Man Noir, ever the enigmatic figure, acknowledged Miles' presence, "He's looking right at us while we talk about him."

As the conversation grew more intense, Miles, feeling the weight of their doubts and discussions, quietly retreated. He took the elevator upstairs and, with a heavy heart, turned invisible, his emotions hidden from their view.

Peter tried to reassure everyone, but their huddle broke as they heard the elevator."Miles? Miles? You see that? He can, um... He can turn invisible."

Y/N, disillusioned with their lack of faith in his friend, declared, "See what you guys did? I'm out of here."

Gwen, concerned for Y/N, asked, "Y/N, where are you going?"

Y/N replied firmly, "Out."

As the group attempted to coax Y/N back, Gwen tried to chase after him, but Peter B. Parker held her back, realizing that Y/N needed some space, knowing that they had disappointed him with their doubts about Miles.

Y/N swung out of the cave and into the night sky. He knew their concerns were valid, but they had all been in this position before. He couldn't help but feel disappointment in the others for their lack of faith.

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"This is purple," Noir declared, gripping a Rubik's cube.

"No," Ham replied flatly.

"Blue?"

"No."

Amidst their banter, Anya entered the room, returning from her time on the swing outside. She had been worried about Miles.

Sure, she had her doubts, considering they needed to go home, but he hasn't come back in a long time, and that was concerning as she had grown to like his company.

"Has anyone heard from Miles?" She asked with concern. "I'm worried about him."

"Look, he's just taking a breather," Peter reassured. "I know the kid; he's got what it takes."

However, Peter's confidence didn't convince the other Spider-People, who remained skeptical.

"I'm willing to bet he'll walk through that door soon, reenergized and ready to fight," Peter said, disregarding their doubts.

"Yeah, Peter's got a point," Anya chimed in. "He probably has a lot on his mind right now; he'll be okay."

Despite their reservations, they didn't doubt Miles' abilities, but relying on an inexperienced teenager made them uneasy.

Gwen, shifting her focus away from the conversation, gazed up at the ceiling. She hadn't seen Y/N in a while and decided to head upstairs to find him.

Y/N sat alone on the rooftop, lost in thought. He had been thinking about his own journey as Spider-Man. He knew what it felt like to have these powers thrust upon him with no guidance.

The boy wished he could be there for Miles the way he never had someone when he first started out.

As he pondered, a familiar voice pulled him out of his reverie. "Deep in thought, huh?" teased Gwen as she appeared beside him, her playful grin lighting up her face.

Y/N smirked, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Misery loves company, right?" he quipped, a faint sparkle in his eyes.

Gwen chuckled. "Fair point." She took a seat beside him, their shoulders brushing as they settled into a comfortable silence.

Y/N suddenly felt a pang of guilt, and he leaned a little closer to Gwen. "By the way, about that time at Visions when I messed up your hair..." he began, his voice holding a hint of remorse.

Gwen rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a small smile. "I was annoyed at first," she admitted, reaching up to touch her hair self-consciously, "but you were right. This new style does suit me. So, thanks, I guess."

Y/N couldn't help but smirk, his tone dripping with mock arrogance. "You're welcome," he replied, winking at her.

Their playful banter faded as they lapsed into a reflective silence. Y/N gazed towards the city, his thoughts drifting back to the beginning of his journey as Spider-Man.

"You know, when I first got my powers, I didn't have anyone to help me figure it out," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "No mentor, no guidance. It was tough."

Gwen's eyes softened, mirroring the understanding that was etched in her heart. "I can imagine. We're a lot alike that way."

Y/N nodded, glancing at her. "Yeah, we are."

Y/N sighed, opening up a little. "Especially with my father... his death."

Gwen's eyes softened as she listened. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

He continued, "I had a chance to stop the guys who killed him, but I didn't. If I had, he'd still be alive. His death... it's what motivated me to do this. I never want anyone to suffer like he did that night."

Gwen then shared her own pain, recounting her best friend Peter's tragic fate. "I had a best friend, Peter. He became the Lizard in a fight we had, and I... I couldn't save him."

Their shared pain brought them closer, and Y/N admitted, "It's not easy, is it? This whole hero thing."

They also discovered shared interests, like their love for music. Y/N mentioned a time he had to skip a My Chemical Romance concert to fight Mysterio, who was robbing a bank.

"I'm a big fan of My Chemical Romance. They're one of my favorites." Gwen smiled.

Y/N's face lit up with surprise and delight. "No way! I'm a huge MCR fan too! And Cage the Elephant?"

Gwen laughed. "You have no idea how hyped I get about Cage the Elephant! They have some killer tracks."

"Finally, someone gets it!" Y/N exclaimed.

"In my universe," Gwen began, "I'm in a band. I'm the main drummer."

Y/N's eyes lit up with genuine interest. "Really? That's awesome. I've always wanted to see a girl drummer in action."

Gwen playfully rolled her eyes. "Why is it always a surprise when girls are drummers? But thanks, I guess it is pretty cool."

Their conversation flowed naturally as they shared stories and experiences. Y/N mentioned his passion for art and his dream of attending art school someday.

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "An artist and Spider-Man? You're full of surprises."

Y/N grinned. "Gotta keep life interesting, right?"

Amid their growing connection, they both couldn't help but notice the strange occurrence of their shared spider senses. Whenever they were close, their senses seemed to go haywire, more than they did around ordinary criminals.

It was as if some invisible force compelled them to be near each other.

"Do you feel that?" Gwen asked, her voice laced with wonder.

Y/N nodded, his senses buzzing. "Yeah, it's... weird. I can't explain it."

Gwen tilted her head, studying him curiously. "It's like... we were meant to meet, right?"

Y/N's reply was a soft, "Yeah. But I've never felt this with anyone else."

Their conversation meandered, covering topics from their powers to their interests, all the while marked by their playful banter.

When Y/N deployed one of his stingers to show Gwen, she couldn't resist touching his arm, despite her initial hesitation.

He smirked. "I promise I won't bite."

Gwen quipped back, her fingers brushing over the spot where the stinger had emerged. "Well, I'll hold you to that."

They continued talking, sharing stories about their various villains and encounters. Y/N then opened up about his mom, Jessica. "My mom is awesome. We're really similar, and she's so supportive of whatever I do. I can't imagine what I'd do if anything happened to her."

Gwen leaned in, her voice softening. "You know, you're a lot stronger than you think, Y/N."

A faint blush crept onto Y/N's cheeks as he found himself falling into a comfortable silence beside Gwen. Her glances in his direction didn't go unnoticed either.

They had shared their vulnerabilities, their struggles, and their passions, and in that moment, their connection deepened, way more than they could ever explain.

Gwen inched closer until her shoulder touched Y/N's as they continued to glance out at the city together. It was an unexpected gesture, but none of them seemed to care one bit.

However, in the midst of their moment, a conversation from downstairs piqued their interest.

Gwen followed Y/N down the stairs, where the Spider-Gang was talking to a very distressed Miles.

"Miles, where have you been?" Y/N asked. "What's going on?"

"My Uncle Aaron!" He exclaimed. "He's the Prowler!"

Y/N's eyes widened in shock, he knew Prowlers voice sounded familiar in the collider room.

"He works for Kingpin, he tried to kill me!" Miles continued.

"This is a pretty hardcore origin story." Noir remarked, earning a punch to the arm from Peni.

"It's okay," Peter said. "We're gonna figure it out."

"Were you followed?" Anya asked.

"No, I-I don't think so." Miles replied.

"Miles?" Gwen asked in skepticism. "Were you followed?"

Just then, the spider senses of everyone in the room went off at once, alerting them to some danger from outside.

"Looks like you were followed." Gwen said a bit harshly.

Y/N threw on his mask with the others following, the doorbell rung before a large mechanical arm broke through.

Ock.

"Cute place, real homey." Olivia Octavious said, entering the home.

"Oh great," May remarked. "It's Liv."

"Get out of here, kid." Peter said, pushing Miles from behind him.

But before Miles could escape, he was stopped at the other door.

"You messed up big time, kid." Tombstone said. "Very sloppy."

Following him, was Scorpion, who glared at Y/N as he released his stinger.

"Mira todas las pequeñas arañas." He said maliciously.

"Mira el pedazo de mierda." Anya quipped back.

"Let me guess, you're Scorpion?" Peter asked. "We're the Spider......Gang."

"Nice name," Y/N quipped.

"Would you mind taking this outside?" May asked, gesturing towards the door.

"We don't pick the ballroom, we just dance." Noir replied.

"Well then, let's dance." Anya said, leaping towards Tombstone.

Octavious launched her arm towards Peter, bent on getting the new override key from his grasp.

Pandemonium followed, with the Spider's and enforcers destroying Aunt May's house, trying to protect the override key.

Y/N and Gwen took on Scorpion together, dodging his massive tail as he flung it around towards the teenage webslingers.

Gwen somersaulted through the air, narrowly avoiding the tail's venomous strike. "You really know how to crash a party!" she quipped, landing gracefully on her feet.

Y/N, keeping his composure, activated his web-shooters. "Guess we'll have to show him some manners!" He fired a web line at Scorpion, trying to restrain him.

"Demasiado tarde para eso, arañas," Scorpion hissed, his tail sweeping towards Y/N.

Y/N leaped back, narrowly evading the tail's deadly reach. "Damn, I should've brought a Spanish dictionary!" he retorted, launching a web grenade at Scorpion's face, momentarily blinding him.

Gwen took advantage of the distraction, leaping onto Scorpion's back and delivering a powerful kick. "Time to take out the trash!" she declared, sending Scorpion crashing into Aunt May's antique furniture.

"Sorry, May!" Y/N shouted, as he was launched into the wall by a recovered Scorpion.

Scorpion roared in frustration, but Gwen and Y/N continued their banter, staying one step ahead.

Meanwhile, Peter B. and Anya were engaged in a fierce battle with Ock in the hallway, and they were just as quick with their quips.

Doc Ock swung her mechanical arms at Peter B., who gracefully dodged and replied, "You've got to work on your people skills, Ock!"

Anya, with her tomboyish charm, jumped into the fray, her bilingual banter adding an extra layer of humor. "¡Oye, Doc! ¿Nunca pensaste en tomar unas clases de baile? Porque esos movimientos no están funcionando."

Doc Ock, momentarily taken aback, retorted in English, "You talk too much, girl."

Anya grinned and switched back to Spanish, "Siempre hablo demasiado, pero tengo la actitud para respaldarlo, amigo."

In the midst of their fight, Anya dodged a close strokes from the Doctors tentacles.

"Carajo!"

Peter B. chimed in, "Language, kid!"

Anya blinked, "How did you-"

"I took four years of Spanish, in high school!" Peter clarified, trying to keep their situation light.

Miles's spider sense went off, he started to panic, knowing that Aaron, who was the Prowler had arrived onto the scene.

The purple costumed individual slammed into the house, eyeing Miles with intent.

"Leave the kid, alone!" Peter called, tackling Prowler to the ground.

But Prowler made short work of the older man, as the key slid through the ground towards Miles. Before he could react however, Y/N webbed himself to Prowler, sending a powerful kick as Prowler crashed through the house.

"Get out of here, man!" Y/N called, dodging another one of Scorpion's attacks.

Miles listened to his friend, taking to the roof so he could escape. However, Prowler had recovered and was in pursuit of the young spider.

"Give me that thing." Prowler growled as he chased Miles through the destroyed room.

"Don't be stupid kid, hand it over, now!"

Miles, using his powers, swung from the ceiling, narrowly avoiding the Prowler's advances. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched by someone else.

Just as the Prowler closed in on him, Anya swung through a nearby window. "Stay out of this, girl," the Prowler hissed, clearly underestimating her.

Anya's eyes blazed as she replied, "I never listen to anyone."

She lunged at the Prowler, and the two engaged in a fast-paced, acrobatic duel. Miles watched in awe as Anya held her own, her quick reflexes and combat skills putting up a formidable fight.

However, the Prowler's strength and experience were unmatched. In a swift move, he managed to throw Anya down the stairs, her yells fading as she tumbled.

Miles threw Prowler to the wall, escaping towards the roof. Given the fact that he was his Uncle, he didn't want to fight him.

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In the house, Y/N had his hands full, battling the hulking figure of Tombstone, a gang enforcer working for Kingpin. Tombstone's incredible strength and durability made it difficult, and Y/N was having a hard time keeping up.

Especially with dealing with all of Kingpin's enforcers at once.

In the midst of the fight, Y/N was blindsided by the sound of a gunshot coming from the roof. Startled, he kicked Tombstone away, swinging out the window, only to see Aaron Davis, in the Prowler suit, lying on the rooftop with Miles checking on him.

"Aaron..." Y/N muttered under his breath, a wave of concern washing over him.

Y/N, catching a glimpse of Kingpin with a gun, was filled with anger. He had seen the crime lord murder this universes Peter Parker, and now he took away Miles' Uncle from him.

Prowler or not, that wasn't cool.

"Fisk." Y/N muttered angrily, slamming into Kingpin angrily before he could aim the gun towards Miles.

Peter swung after Y/N telling Miles to leave and get out of there.

Miles, in a panic, grabbed his Uncle and swung away.

Y/N and Peter stood together, watching as Kingpin writhed in pain. But to their surprise, the crime lord managed to get back on his feet, his composure unbroken.

Kingpin smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You think this changes anything? Prowler was disposable, just like all of you will be. You won't win next time. I'm getting what I want."

With that smug declaration, Kingpin and his remaining enforcers, Scorpion, Doc Ock, and Tombstone, made their escape. Y/N and Peter watched them go, nothing they could do anymore right now.

The rest of the Spider-People arrived from the damaged house. Spider-Man Noir broodily commented, "Looks like we've got a lot of cleaning up to do."

Anya, worried about Miles, asked, "Is Miles okay?"

Gwen and Y/N exchanged a worried glance. Y/N knew exactly where Miles might be. At their dorm room in Brooklyn Visions.

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Miles was seething with anger and grief, grappling with the death of Aaron. He couldn't contain the overwhelming emotions, and it was taking a toll on him. He threw objects around the room, venting his frustration.

Amidst the chaos, he flung his sketchbook across the room. But in a surprising display of agility and precision, Y/N caught it mid-air. He couldn't stand by and watch his friend unravel.

Y/N tossed the sketchbook back towards the room. It was a silent invitation to talk, to share the burden of grief and anger they all carried.

They all entered the room, huddled closely to the distraught Miles.

"Hey, bud." Peter started. "You okay?"

Miles sighed, the weight of his emotions evident in his pained expression. He was far from okay.

Peter placed a comforting hand on Miles' shoulder, sharing his own experience. "We've all been there. For me, it was my Uncle Ben."

"For me, it was my Uncle Benjamin," Noir added, his voice carrying the weight of his own past.

"For me, it was my father," Peni chimed in.

"For me, it was my best friend," Gwen contributed.

"My dad," Y/N quietly admitted, recalling the painful events that led to Jacob's death.

Anya spoke up with empathy, "Miles, this job isn't easy. You can't always save everyone."

Y/N glanced at Anya, his pain still fresh from the loss of his father, not wanting to hear those painful truths.

Miles, his voice tinged with guilt, responded, "Look, it was my fault. You wouldn't understand."

Gwen stood up, her resolve evident. "Miles, we're probably the only people who do understand."

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Way more than you think."

Suddenly, the door unlocked, sending the Spider-People into a panic.

"Ganke," Y/N exclaimed in panic.

Ganke Lee, Miles and Y/N's roommate, entered the room with headphones in, oblivious to the group of Spider-People nervously fidgeting and clinging to the ceiling.

Every time Ganke moved, the Spider-People moved in the opposite direction, attempting to evade his notice.

"How loud is his volume?" Anya quipped. "I can hear his music from up here."

Ganke glanced upwards, spotting the group of heroes hanging on his ceiling, including his two roommates.

"Hey, Ganke, what's up?" Y/N greeted him with a forced smile.

"How you doing, man?" Miles added.

"Do animals talk in this dimension?" Ham mused, a hint of humor in his voice. "I don't want to freak him out."

Overwhelmed by the surreal sight above him, Ganke stumbled backward and fainted onto the floor.

"You definitely freaked him out," Y/N quipped, trying to lighten the mood in the midst of their complicated day.

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After Miles had calmed down and put Ganke to bed, Gwen pulled Y/N aside, her expression serious. She lowered her voice, "Y/N, We have to go back to the collider, and Peter has to be the one to turn it off."

Y/N's eyes widened, fully aware of the implications. "But Gwen, if Peter turns it off, he's...he's not going to make it. He's going to die."

Gwen nodded, her voice heavy.

"I know, Y/N, but there's no other way. Miles isn't ready for this kind of responsibility. We can't risk him getting hurt, or worse."

Anya, who had been listening in, joined the conversation, her voice tinged with guilt. "I feel bad about this, but I agree. Miles has been dealt a wrong hand, and he's not prepared for what we're about to face."

Y/N looked back, knowing that it was unfair to keep Miles in the dark but silently agreeing. Miles wasn't ready for this kind of responsibility quite yet.

"Alright," Y/N nodded. "Just let me talk to him."

Gwen nodded, walking outside the window.

"What's going on?" Miles asked, bewildered by the somber atmosphere.

Anya glanced at Miles and said, "Bye, Miles."

Peter, his voice heavy with regret, explained, "Miles, I came to say goodbye."

Miles, still hopeful, protested, "We can say goodbye at the collider. I need to be there, so you can all go home."

Peter, his tone firm yet caring, tried to make Miles understand, "You're not getting it. You're staying here."

Miles was taken aback. "You're taking my place? If you stay here, you'll die."

Peter, facing the painful truth, admitted, "I'm doing what needs to be done. I just wanted you to hear it from me."

Miles thought of MJ, and his voice quivered, "What about MJ?"

Peter, his own heart heavy, responded, "Not everything works out, kid. I need the goober. Please don't make me take it from you."

Miles felt the weight of his responsibility as Spider-Man, but he couldn't accept this outcome. "That's not fair! You gotta tell them I can do this."

Peter, his expression filled with compassion, explained, "It wasn't their decision."

Miles was adamant, his determination unwavering. "I gotta make Kingpin pay! You have to let me make him pay!"

Peter, struggling to protect Miles, replied with a heavy heart, "Miles, you're gonna get yourself killed."

But Miles was unyielding. "But I'm ready. I promise!"

Peter knew that this was a pivotal moment for Miles, a moment of reckoning. He challenged Miles with a somber ultimatum, "Then venom-strike me right now. Or turn invisible on command so you can get past me. Look, I know how much you want this, kid."

The somber tone was echoed by Noir, who quietly remarked, "Poor little guy."

Miles struggled, and Peter put him down into a chair, webbing him up completely.

"But you don't have it yet. I'm sorry."

Miles, on the brink of tears, asked with a hint of despair, "When will I know I'm ready?"

Peter shot a final web at his mouth.

"You won't. It's a leap of faith. That's all it is, Miles. A leap of faith."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N spoke softly but firmly, "Miles, Peter's right. You're not ready for this kind of responsibility yet."

Miles remained silent, his expression a mix of disappointment and resignation. The other Spider-People watched from the outside, their concern for Miles palpable.

Y/N continued, their voice filled with empathy, "But that doesn't mean you won't be ready someday. You have potential, Miles, and I believe in you. But right now, this is too dangerous. You have to trust us."

With a final pat on Miles' shoulder, Y/N stood up and turned to leave the room. The other Spider-People were waiting outside, their expressions a mix of understanding and sympathy.

Y/N spoke to Miles one last time before stepping out, "Take care of yourself, Miles."

With that, Y/N joined the rest of the gang, who swing away from Visions, and made their way towards Fisk Tower.

It was time to end this. It was time to go home.

A/N: Gwen's love language is definitely physical touch.