Based Disscussions
It wasn't long after Miles' whole escapeed from the whole Spider Society. With Miguel still on his ass for saving his dad, Spot being unknown as no one knows where he's lurking. It seemed, unsettling.
Miles was swinging through what he knew was his own universe. It was all so weird of what happened. He felt sore and his suit still need some fixing, but it wasn't as torn as before.
He reflected on what that Earth 42 was. A different version of...him? His dad was dead and It seemed in that universe he took the side of his uncle without him. It was all so unsettling. Then that thought clicked.
Was he even meant to be Spiderman? What Miguel said, it just doesn't make sense. If his dad dying was supposed to be a Canon event, but Miles was the anomaly, how come he didn't die? It just confused him even more. And where the hell did Spot go? He has the chance to strike again with the state of Brooklyn, so what is he doing?
Miles recalled to the band Gwen made before they went to save him. All of his spider friends, looking for wherever he was. Thanks to Peter's first tip when he first met him, he was able to escape that...basement? Dungeon? He didn't know. Whatever it was, it wasn't pleasent.
Miles landed onto a roof of a building, taking in the cold air, sighing. He was so confused and tired, and at this point he'd like to return home. Yet something still was bothering him. He wanted to talk to Hobie about it. The Brit knew a lot with the Spider Society.
He checked the junky device Hobie had made for their own band, all from the spider society. It was interesting to him. But it was hard to sleep when all those memories of that chase and situation held onto him so close. Was he even HIS Spiderman? He was so uncertain now, with all that occurred.
Sighing, Miles messed with the watch thingy before a colorful portal rips open infront of him. He let out a deep breath, glancing around his Brooklyn for a moment before putting his mask on. He jumped into the portal, quickly whipping through the vortex as he approached Earth-138.
Whirling his arms around slightly as he landing into the punk filled city, Miles thwipped one of his webs, attempting to regain a steady pace instead of flying around limbly like he did in Mumbattan. He was still not used to the way the vortex lauches him, and he was only just now improving.
He kept his focus directly on where Hobie's place was. Go figure, he could've just asked in the watch instead of going on some adventure. Yet Miles figured he's probably somewhere in his version of New York.
He recalled how Gwen described Hobie's place so fluently. Part of him was a tad jealous on how she knew it so details, but he also wanted to see for himself someday. The Brit was a cool guy, and Miles understood why everyone loves being around him. He does too.
Distracted, his spider senses began to go off suddenly. With a quick reaction Miles dodged a collision with a building. He glanced back, breathing heavy for a moment. Man I need to focus next time, He noted to himself.
Spotting the exact same details of what Hobie's placed looked like, Miles swung in through an open window. He landed quite elegantly inside. Though the room was dark and the only light seeming to be froma kitchen in the distance. Carefully, Miles tried to walts his way without alerting his friend, though it seemed Hobie noticed real quick as seconds later Miles was thrown onto the back of the wall, pinned by webs. A normal reaction when a Spiderman hears an intruder in his house, ey?
The light flicked on. Squinting his eyes at the sudden bright flash of yellow, Miles realized he was in the bedroom, possibly Hobie's room. There was a large bed, possible to fit four people at once. He glanced back at the Brit. Hobie seemed suprised, as he was in his spider fit with his mask on.
"Miles?" He stirred. "How the hell did you find my place bruv?"
Miles let out a slight chuckle, a bit worried of a tone to say the least.
"You know you could've come through my front door mate." Added the Brit. He took off his mask, his expression amused as he glanced at Miles. Miles himself struggled a bit within the web. "Can you get me out of it?" He asked. Hobie nodded and stepped foward, helping him.
Few minutes later the two were sitting in his living room. It was quite awkward and silent, as the two didn't know who would start the conversation first.
"So...why'd you come to my place suddenly?" Asked Hobie. Miles looked down for a moment before sighing. "The whole...Miguel thing, yknoe what I'm trying to say."
Hobie only nodded. "Well mate you can't just let that chubby bloke get to you. He's just to cooped with his issues."
"Yeah but.." Miles paused for a moment. He glanced at the Brit with a genuine look, asking for him to be real with his next question.
"If I'm some anomaly, why didn't my universe get destroyed?" He mentioned, rather quietly but still oblivious that Hobie could've heard. It seemed he did, as he raised his head from his slouching position.
"Anomaly or not, you're still Spiderman." Hobie replied. "Thats a destiny you were given."
But I was supposed to be Prowler. Miles thought in a revoking manner. He grumbled a bit, only looking down at the carpet beneath him. There were stains and random pieces of scraps within its soft texture. Huh, Hobie probably doesn't believe in that too. A clean apartment.
"Listen, why don't we just sneak into the spider society and upgrade stuff. You got a whole load of skills you can use." Suggested the Brit. Miles lifted his head, a smirk forming across Hobie's face in reaction. For a brief moment he stared at him, glancing around and back to his feet. Miles let out a small sigh. "Alright."