It was never a good sign when a spider person disappeared.
Miguel, as the head of the spider society, knew that much.
It usually meant that something terrible had or was about to happen to the universe of the missing Spiderman.
In some cases, it even meant a treat to the entire Arachno Humanoid Poly Multiverse
He scowled as he looked down upon the streets of 1610 Brooklyn.
Of course, it had to be the Spiderman that is responsible for 15% of his headaches.
It had been more than 3 days since Morales had officially gone missing and probably more since he disappeared.
After his parents came back from a short vacation they found their home in a state that could only be called ravaged.
What was even more worrying was that his room at Vision was in a similar state, which meant that whatever took Morales had known his identity before he was taken.
Miguel himself had felt such a dread he hadn't felt since the death of his daughter when he saw the carnage.
It was terrifying and he didn't know how to handle it.
Whilst their start was less than ideal, the man could easily say that Morales was one of the more valuable members of the society.
It wasn't just because of his arsenal of powers and the fact that he could get Hobie to do his job.
Even if those things were quite amazing on their own. At least if you weren't on the receiving end of it.
The respect he had for the boy was because he was one of the more strategic spiders, that either stuck to the plan or let others know if he was going to do something stupid.
That was a trait not many had, himself included, that he most likely nurtured by working and ordering around his city's police force.
The child was a good Spiderman who could take on a leadership role if need be, even if it was the main reason for their fights nowadays.
The black-clothed Spiderman try to take the fall for his team whenever something went wrong.
Rightfully or not.
He did that even though he still froze like a deer in the headlights whenever he looked wrongly at him or moved too fast.
Morales was also extremely loyal to his confidantes and seemed to put a lot of care into his relationships with the other spider people.
Miguel could only guess that this could have been the result of being alone and isolated for as long as he was and having been chased by most of the spider society.
For him to just disappear without informing his little gang was setting half of society into a flurry.
The circumstances of his disappearance didn't help.
Miguel truly tried to hide his true emotions about this situation, to not make the situation worse for the rest of the kid's inner circle.
Panic wouldn't help, especially when someone like Pavitr with unknown magical abilities was involved.
He would never tell this to anyone, but he was terrified.
He was so terrified of the well-being of the child that he was traumatized.
He knew what was out there, what people did once they captured Spiderman, it even happened to him on multiple occasions.
There are fates worse than death and he wouldn't wish them on his worst enemy, much less on a little boy.
"You look like you need some coffee."
He sighted as Jefferson pushed a cup of to-go coffee into his hands.
The officer looked weathered down, even if he did put on a strong facade. But the bags underneath those cried-out eyes told him otherwise.
Miguel knew too well how he must be feeling.
The loss of your child is something no parent should ever endure and yet this is way worse.
"Did your men find anything?"
It's surprising how much the police would do for the missing son of the chief.
He shouldn't dwell on that though, but he couldn't help but wonder if they would do the same for any other kid, even if he was rumored to be their worlds Spiderman's boyfriend.
"No, nothing. They have been looking through empty buildings, flats, and so on. Some of my officers think that they already brought him out of the city"
Miguel nearly crumpled the papercup at these words.
He knew that the child was still in this city, but not where he was.
His spider senses weren't there, but he could still feel the presence of other spider people.
It was irritating, no, more than that.
"I see. My team hasn't found anything yet either."
It was agonizing that they hadn't recovered him yet from wherever he was being kept.
So many people were searching for him and yet, they didn't even have a trace.
It's as if they were missing something really important.
Miguel wanted to sink his teeth and claws into something, just to make this feeling of unease disappear.
The officer's shoulders were shaking and even if his face was carefully blank, Miguel could see that the man was about to break down.
As gently as he could, he laid his hand on the other man's shoulder.
"We will find him, no matter what."
It was foolish to promise the other such a thing, but it was the only thing that he could do in this situation.
Jefferson opened his mouth to say something when his watch came to life with a shrill ringing.
"I apologize. I have to take this."
Pavitr's face came to sight, as Miguel activated the watch, an unusually serious expression on it.
"I need your help, asap! We might have a clue on Miles's whereabouts, but it could be a trap."
The coordination where already sent to him, as the boy ended the call without giving him the chance to reply.
Jefferson made a noise of agony, as he quickly pulled the watch away from the other's view.
The last thing he or anyone else needed was a police officer who was close to this world's Spiderman anywhere near a dangerous situation where children were involved.
Not when the children in question identified it as a possible trap and called for help instead of running in head first.
He'd be proud if the situation wasn't so shocked up.
"Stay. Call your wife and rest for a bit. We will call you if we have a lead."
The man looked as if he wanted to argue as if he was ready to state his case on why he should go with him.
But then he seemed to think better of it, as the officer pulled back from him.
"I understand."
Miguel nodded before he jumped into the depths of New York and swung as quickly as he could toward the location.
Part of him was worried that they decided to go in without him and got themselves into the usual spider trouble.
Another was scared of the possible trap that they could spring into.
Pavit's spider-sense was different from the ones other spider people had.
The boy was good at feeling if the situation was going down way before anyone else could.
He described it as 'being better in reading the vibes in the room' and 'having common sense'.
He was not going to comment on the last thing.
The kids were waiting on the roof of one of the more popular malls downtown.
"Took your time, didn't you?"
Miguel ignored the Prowler-boy's snarky exclamation as he landed close to them.
The situation must be quite traumatizing for the variant, especially since they never did that hard cut most Peter Parker variants did.
From what he saw about the boy's relationship, neither discussed where 1610 ended and where 42 started.
"What is the situation?"
Hobie muttered something to himself, as Gwen gently kicked him.
"We got attacked by Doc Oct and she gave us the location."
He raised his eyebrow at the girl's short explanation.
He didn't need Pavitr's spider-sense to tell him that this was a trap.
Even if they were desperate for a lead, taking information from an enemy is always dangerous.
"Don't give us that look. Liv has standards."
Once again, the Prowler-kid was glaring at him, as he raised his hands and took a few steps back.
"I scanned the building and the basement is weird. Like, its weirdly isolated heat and sound wise."
Margo had put on the 3D building plan, the mentioned rooms and the possible way there highlighted rooms.
"So you think that he might be kept there."
It wasn't a question and more of a statement.
The kids nodded, as Pavitr crossed his arms.
"I have a weird feeling about this. Not the 'this is a trap' feeling, but the 'shit is about to go down' feeling."
He didn't like how that sounded.
Still, even if everything seemed fishy, he couldn't throw away that chance of saving a kid's life.
Miguel knew that he could trust Lyla to keep track of his location and to ring an alarm if anything happened to him.
"Very well. What is the plan to get in?"
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He froze when dropped out of the vent shaft.
The man had expected a lot.
From a storage room to a secret lab to a boiler room.
But not this.
"It looks like home."
The Prowler boy was frozen from where he dropped down after him, as the other kids stayed on the ceiling.
"The color of the walls, the notches on the ground- they even copied the height marks-"
The kid was shaking, as he knelt at one of the doorframes.
It felt wrong to look at the height markings and the notches that were just a bit too perfect.
This was shocked up.
"Bloody hell."
Hobie dropped down next to the boy, as he gently pulled him into a hug. His face was that of an cold, burning rage.
"Well get him. Then you can go apeshit":
He turned away from the kids, as he slowly walked towards the door that was labeled 'Miles' and decorated with stickers and graffiti.
He could hear that soft sound of breathing and the beeping of various machines behind it.
Miguel had a horrible feeling, as he opened it.
The room he entered was cold and looked like a normal bedroom, if you ignore the medical machine that where blocking the sight of the bed.
Clothes and paper were strewn around the ground and he could even see a schoolbag with some folders resting against the desktop.
"Nino?"
Miguel all but ripped the medical equipment out of his way, revealing the sleeping boy strapped to the bed.
He looked so bad that he couldn't even feel relieved that he had found him.
Morales looked like a corpse, emaciated and motionless as he was, and if he hadn't heard the boy's slow heartbeat, he would probably have had a mental breakdown.
The boy felt ice cold, as he cut him free from straps that were chaining him to the bed andhe didn't make the slightest movements as he detached the various medical equipments.
"Margo has hacked into the database and found a lot of information and the boys are on the lookout."
Gwen's voice was soft, as she grasped the boy's hand.
They needed to get out of here. Immediately.