“Peter Benjamin Parker.”
“Oh shit.”
The father of two grimaced at the room full of spidey people. The voice of his wife sounding through the phone and into the echoing room.
“Tell me, why the fuck-“ Peter dragged a worried hand down his face. Miles snickering next to Hobie in the background. “—I woke up, to not only my *husband missing from my bed.” He sucked in a breath, glancing over at Miguel. Stood unimpressed with two spider-children climbing all over him and his platform. “But my two toddlers *lost from their damn cribs.” “Baby, I can explain.” He focused back on the phone, crowding over it like it would help conceal the conversation at all.
“You are in so much shit when you get home, young man.”
“I’m older than you by four years!”
“Watch your tone with me, Mister.”
He groaned, huffing and pouting into the phone while you continued to scold him before Miguel interrupted.
“Good morning, [name]. Hope you slept well.” His monotoned voice drawled out while picking the children off his clothes like bugs, and putting them back on Peter.
“Leave my wife alone.”
“Oh my god, please go somewhere private for this conversation.” Miguel rubbed between his eyes, his favourite thing to do apparently.
Your voice spoke back over him. “I don’t need privacy, I need my damn— Oh! Found it.”
“Baby, what are you—“ The connection cut off midway through his sentence, causing him to huff before realising; “Hey! That got me out of it!”
He straightened his posture, collecting his kids, Mayday and Benji. And stuffing them into their baby carriers, carefully threading their limbs through each limb-window, as he called it.
A sparkle of warm tones caught his eye, circling from nothing into a fully developed portal.
“Oh, I should’ve known.”
“I seem to be making you say ‘Oh’ a lot.”
“You should’a heard you last night.”
“Peter!” He laughed as he watched you make your way over to him, giving Miguel a courteous nod and Miles a questioning glance. You looked so beautiful. An angel to him, the love of his life. He was so lucky to have you. And the little family you had created for yourselves. All the baby-stealing and stupid pictures aside, you were beyond enamoured with him as well.
“You’re lucky I still have this old thing, Parker. Or you wouldn’t have wanted to come home.
Despite the obvious threat, the only thing he could focus on was “come home”. A sentiment that was single to just your home, or just his home. But it was home. For a family, his family.
The admiration was broken when you pinched his nose. “Ow!”
“Shouldn’t have taken my kids.”
“Our kids!”
“Yeah whatever.”
You turned to Miguel, scanning the room and being very unsurprised at the amount of spider people here. If it was something important, Miguel loved a show. “What’s going on?”
“I’m… explaining something.”
“Uhuh.” you blinked at him slowly, unbelieving.
“Stop talking to my wife.” peter cut in.
“The fate of the multiverse is at stake, [name].-“ He threw his hands up, then gestures aggressively towards the kid next to Hobie.
“It’s his father, or an entire universe!”
“She’s not into you weirdo, back off.”
“Uhuh. And how old is the kid?”
He had the gall to look ashamed. Mayday babbled behind you. Giggling excitedly once she and Benjy had lost interest in whatever they were messing with on Peters suit. “Oh, come here baby.”
“How come I didn’t get that?”
Peter pouted over at you, rocking Benji gently, who was still half asleep.
You turned back around with your kid around your hip, addressing the kid near the centre of the room. “Hey uh—.”
“Miles!” He perked up, shyly waving at you.
“Oh, Miles! Peter talks so much about you.”
“No, I don’t.”
“He even named our dog after you!”
“No, I didn’t!”
“It’s so lovely to finally meet you.” You smiled at Miles whilst he smiled back, happy to know Peter thought of him as much as he did Peter.
“You too, Mrs.Parker!”
“Don’t listen to this lady, she’s crazy and a psychopath!”
Peter stepped into place beside you, shaking his one un-baby-occupied hand in the air wildly.
“She’s off her meds!”
“Peter.”
He grumbled and stuck his tongue out. Blowing a raspberry, which Mayday happily replicated. You put the tip of your finger on Maydays tongue, pushing it back into her mouth. “Don’t do that, germs.”
turning away from peter, you kissed her cheek in apology, whispering “It’s not you, it’s him.” In her tiny ear.
You propped your free hand on your hip, looking up at Miguel on his platform.
He looked away. Hand settling below his chin as he closed his eyes and sighed.
“There’s that contemplative expression again.”
“Why is he always contemplating, nothing’s that serious.”
“I dunno.” Peter shrugged. He crept up close to you, putting his arm around you waist and leaning down to smell your perfume.
“I like that one.”
You smiled, tilting your head back to look at him, “I know,”.
Miguel continued on with his explanation, showing miles the different Canon events. Showing him Peters, Gwen’s, yours. When Miles seems to suddenly realise something.
“The Spot does it.” His hands shake alongside his voice, Peter glances over to you in worry, but ultimately focuses back on Miles. “He kills ‘im.” The boys shoulders drop in defeat.
“When does it happen.”
Miguel looks away, shaking his head and wincing.
Miles turns to the small group surrounding him, helpless.
“When does it happen?!”
“In two days,” Miles whips back towards him. “When he’s sworn in.”
“That’s- what the model says.”
“I’ sorry Miles-“
“Send me home.”
“I can’t do that, not now.”
Gwen winces and squeezes her eyes shut. Body stiff and unmoving.
“What am I supposed to do then? Let him die?!”
Miguel pauses. And doesn’t relent.
Miles’s face contorts for a second before he turns, gesturing vaguely at Gwen.
“What about your dad? He’s a captain, right?”
She just sighs, “Yeah.”
“Wh- And that’s it! You guys aren’t even gonna do anything about it?!”
Gwen looks down, ashamed.
Mayday grabs hold of your finger. Noting the serious tones of the situation, she stays quiet. He scoffs and turns to Peter.
“Okay what about Uncle Ben? That’d been okay? If you knew and you just—,” he stuttered, “Let it play out?!”
Peter stepped forward, putting a reassuring hand on his students shoulder. “If not for uncle ben, most of us wouldn’t be here Miles.”
He pauses to look at the webbed window of his Ben.
“The good we did it-,” he breathes, “It wouldn’t have been done.”
You harden your gaze over your husband. He doesn’t look at you.
Miles nods, “So we’re just’ supposed to let people die because some algorithm—!” he hits Peters hand of his shoulder and starts towards Miguel again. “Woah, woah.” Lyla interjected. “—Says that that’s supposed to happen?!”
He swings his arms in annoyance, in fear.
This is a kid.
“You realise how messed up that sounds, right?”
With a better moral code than most in this room.
“You have a choice between saving one person—“ The slow approach of other spider people filled out the fog coating the room. “—And saving an entire world, every world!” Miguel points at him, hand on hip.
“I can do both!” He tries,
“Spiderman always-,”
“Not always.”
Miles looks to Peter, seeking back up. Peters face twists something sorry, and Miles’s flashes of hurt.
Benji starts to wake up, cooing softly at his dad.
Miguel’s hand gently turns the boy back around, this isn’t looking good.
You glance at Hobie, seeing the apprehension in his posture as he meets your gaze.
He glanced down at Mayday in question, you reassure him with a nod. If it comes to it, you’ll put her in peters baby carrier for safety. He nods back.
“Miles, we all want to lead the life we wish we had.” When Miles shrugs him off he raises his hands.
“Believe me, I’ve tried.”His hands slowly lowered. Miles’ breathing got heavier.
“And the harder I tried, the more damage I did.”
“You can’t have it all, kid.”
Miles looked around in panic, noticing the faces creeping up on him. He makes eye contact with you, and you try and signal your support.
If you run, I’ll run too.
“Being Spiderman is a sacrifice. That’s the job, that’s what you signed up for.”
A robotic voice caught your attention as a large suit approached the outer circle.
“Miles.” The faceplate opened.
“Penny?”
He put up his defences once more.
“What is this?” He yelled, the force of his words drawing an immediate attention. “Is this an intervention or something?”
“We know it’s hard, but it’s the truth, Miles.”
You glare at the faces around you, Adjusting Mayday on your hip and keeping an eye out for your two boys.
Miles and Benji.
Peter will be dealt with later.
Miles stumbles back, righting his foot and turning to Peter.
“Is that why you’re here? To—“
he clenched his fist, “To let me down easy?”
You watch your lover closely, the look on his face telling you all you need to know, and apparently same goes for Miles.
“It worked last time, why not run it back huh?” his voice was raising, Benji getting uncomfortable at the tone.
“Woah- hey, hold on. Hold on!” He raised his hand in a placating matter, trying to tune Miles down.
“You were right, Gwen.”
You glanced up at her, his venomed whisper doing its intended purpose, hurt.
“You should have never come to see me.”
Peter slowly approached Miles, bending down to his height like a person to a stray dog.
“Kid, look at me-“ “Stop callin’ me that.”
“There you go.” You sent Hobie a huff of appraise.
“Hobie, you’re not helping.”
“Good.”
Miles gratefully nodded at him.
“Miles, please understand-“ Peter tried.
“Peter.” Your stern voice interrupted him, and he shut down his attempt.
“You can’t ask me not to save my father.”
“I’m not asking.”
You glared at Miguel, only noticing the barrier a little too late. It opened under Miles, trapping him within when the inner circle started to protest.
“Miguel just give him a second! Please!”
“Dont! Stop it.”
“You let him leave, he’ll only do more damage.”
Gwen intervened, “Enough!”
You rushed towards the barrier with Mayday, her reaching for the barrier in confusion. You can’t help him out of this, you don’t know how.
“Miguel, let him out! He’s a kid.” You raised your voice. Weaponising your authority.
“Miguel this is too far.”
“[Name], it’ll only hold him few days.” He turned around to walk away.
Miles was panicking, banging on the barriers walls and spinning to try and find a weak point. His eyes caught onto Hobie. Doing nothing but holding his palms out, and giving him an earnest look. “Sorry it had to end like this, kid.”
“I said—“ Miles placed his hands flat on the barrier, right above his head. Palms out, You backed up shielding Mayday and dragging Peter to turn around and using him as a body block for Benji.
“—Not-“ The barriers begun to crack, shatter like glass.
“—To call me that!” A wave of energy pushed everyone down as the barrier broke, exploding in a mess of bright colours.
You heard Hobie chuckle, and looked up at Miles in amazement. A second where he caught your eye, he darted. Running straight for the exit.
“Miles!” Miguel screeched.
You stuffed Mayday in her carrier in record time and blew them a kiss as you pounced from your position to catch up with Miles.
Unbeknownst to you, Your husband, along with every other spider person, would follow. Except Hobie.
“Just for the record, I quit.”
—
You had found Miles being interrogated by your lover, him holding up your two children like bribing toys.
“C’mon- just hold ‘em!”
“I don’t want to do that.”
Miles manoeuvred slyly through all the cranks and pipes, your Spidey following swiftly behind him. “Just one hold! It’s rejuvenating!”
“I’m plenty juvenated!” Miles retorted.
You were going to interrupt when you lagged behind a bit, getting stuck on a moving pipe.
When you finally freed yourself, you stumbled into a cute moment between the two.
“I wanted them to be like you!”
He stared at your husband, vulnerable and scared, the beginnings of a smile creeping onto his face.
Mayday and Benji bickered with each other in his hold.
Peters watch suddenly lit up.
“Okay, Peter I’ve got your location.”
Their faces dropped, betrayal raw on the young boys.
“No, no. You do not have my location!”
Him peeling open the crate to the industrial fans, and slipping in. You using your webs to sling in after him and pull the crate shut behind you. Catching Peters fleeting glance before what seemed twenty different spider people broke through the crate, smashing through fans.
You followed miles swiftly, through the busses and over cartops. Using your webs to keep up with him. He wasn’t bad, for someone so young.
“I’m a great mentor!”
You huffed at Peters distant offended tone. “Sure, baby.” You muttered.
You hooked around a building, watching as Miles cut himself off from Gwen. Her hand reaching out for him as he fell. Your spidey senses caught your attentions, tingling in the forefront of your mind. You zeroed in on Miles and watched as he aimed for the train. It hadn’t looked like anyone else had caught on yet. Still scrambling to get to him, instead of trying to cut him off.
—
Miguel had the kid by the throat. Slamming him against the train doors and dragging his body up with him. You watched in fear as he spoke to the boy.
“You’re a mistake!”
You screamed at him from your position below, begging for him to just let the kid go. Miles caught you gaze. You fought against the wind, trying hard to get to him, and keeping an eye on Peter and your babies.
“If you hadn’t been bit-!” Miguel slammed his back again. You winced. “Your Peter Parker would have lived!”
Miles struggled against him, trying to push off the claws attacking him. “Instead he died- Saving you.”
“He would have stopped the collider before it went off. Spot wouldn’t exist-“ “Peter!” “-And none of this, would have happened.”
The three of you climbed to get to them. You grabbed Benji off peter, Cradling him in your arms as the winds were getting too rough.
Miguel slammed him back again, crowding over the small boy and growling his words.
“And all this time— I have been the only one holding all this together.”
“Miguel go easy on him!” Peter called down from his spot behind you, he sounded devastated, your heart broke for him. You knew how much he loved Miles, thinking of him almost like his first son. Your husband would bring him up so often, wondering what he was doing when he could see through the Spidey-Windows Miguel would (angrily) provide.
He always stressed when Miles had to figure out things himself, saying things like “Just give me a day with him, we’ll figure it out!” “He’s a kid Miguel. Wouldn’t you have wanted a mentor back then?” “I’m a great mentor.” “You just don’t see my brilliance.”
Benji babbled in your arms and you cooed back at him, spider beanie pulled snug over his face. Huh, he was pretty rejuvenating.
Miguel leaned closer, growling words of disgust to the kid.
“Let me go!” Miles struggled against him. A choked sound came from Peter, and when you looked back at him you swore you could see his eyes shine with unshed tears.
“Miguel that’s enough!” Gwen shouted.
“This isn’t what we talked about!”
Miles stopped struggling.
“You talked about this?” He looked down at Peter, heart breaking.
“You knew?”
Peter looked down, ashamed. Clinging onto the train but no longer climbing. Mayday held tightly to his chest with the other hand, he caught your eye.
“Peter what did you do..” Your breath escaped you and the words came out a whisper, flown away by the winds around you.
“You all knew?”
Your head shot up, starting to disagree before Gwen spoke.
“I.. I didn’t know..” She looked away, unable to face him.
“How to tell you.”
“That’s why you never came to see me.”
“Miles it’s for your own good!”
He pushed forwards.
“Who decides that?”
Miguel pushed back.
“I’m not a kid Gwen.”
Miguel grunted, slamming him again, the dent in the train deepening every time. “That’s exactly what you are! You’re just a kid!”
“Who has no idea what he’s doing!” Miles grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to squirm further from the beast on him.
His fingers sparked.
Miguel shoved his forearm against Miles’ neck, pushing his face against broken metal.
“Yeah well, I did get hundreds of Spider people away from your own club house.”
The roaring of spider people climbing the train travelled straight to Miguel’s ears.
“I guess he did plan this out!”
You smiled up at him. Seeing him smug back.
“And, I’m about to do this.”
He latched his sparking fingers onto Miguel’s shoulders. Clenching down and watching the starts of his electricity flow through the man’s arms.
The elder was the on struggling now, confused grunts paired with an effort to escape the boys hold.
“Everyone keeps tellin’ me how my story is s’posed to go.
Nah, Imma do my own thing.”
He pushed his whole hands against blue spiders chest.
“Sorry, but i’m going home.”
He pushed Miguel off of him right as he ignited the current buzzing underneath their veins. And watched as the Brunettes body ragdolled off of him and shot off the train and into the open sky.
The fanged man dragged his hand through waves of spider people, struggling to catch himself against smooth metal.
You looked back up at Miles, as he stood, connected by a single web to the speeding train.
“Goodbye, Gwen.”
He cut the thread and fell.
Gwen yelled for him, a call of his name. But peter? Peter just watched with his heart in his throat. His own betrayal heavy on his heart.
—
You were finally at home again. The stress of the day weighing high on the both of you. Even Mayday and Benji seemed to have noticed the tension.
Getting tired over all the moving and all the fighting, it was barely 7:30 before they were dead asleep.
“You think we’re bad parents?”
You were stood leaning over he crib, arms rested on its gates. Peter crowded over you, covering you in his smell and feeling. The weight on his body pressing against your back was akin to a weighted blanket, grounding you as you watched your sweet children breathe.
“Nah, Everyone has their first chase.”
“Well,..”
“Ehhh, want to see the cute photo I got of Benj and May?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
—
Your husband had been off the whole rest of the night. When you two had sat down together to watch the first mind numbing thing you could find, he couldn’t stop moving. Jittering with nerves.
You were waiting patiently for him to work the courage to say what he needed. Not ever preparing for something like this.
“Think Miles hates me?” It was said slyly. Like he was playing it off to be nothing, but the tension in his shoulder told you otherwise. “I think he’ll be hurt. And upset, but I don’t think he hates you.” He picked at his nails as you spoke, you curled your hands over the expanse of his chest and fit your ledge over his waist, he looked up at you through wet lashes.
“Are you sure cause-“ He cut himself off with a clear of his throat, not wanting to sob over something so *stupid in his head.
“Oh, baby. You’re so sweet, but he could never hate you.”
Peters hands stopped fiddling with themselves, smoothening down the curve of your ass and the small of your back.
“Okay,”
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
He sounded relieved, if not a little suspicious.
He dug his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply.
“Creep.”
He nipped at your skin lightly in retaliation.
“Miguel talks to you too much.”
“Every sentence we shared was negative.”
“He’s like that.”
You scoffed at him playfully and he smiled into your neck, turning his cheek to your skin and watching you. “I’ll make sure next time we talk, it’ll be in sign.”
“No, I don’t speak ASL, what if he says something about me?”
“He says something about you out loud, baby.”
“Yeah but I can’t hear it if he’s signing.”
—
Even later in the night, when you heard the shower running and soft sobs coming from the bathroom. You did nothing but undress and climb in with him. Rubbing your hands soothingly down his back, spreading soap along his chest and back and massaging it in deep for him.
You let him hold himself up against you, and pretended not to notice the difference between the shower water and his tears. You dragged him down to your height, a hand tucked into his soft hair before your lips met his. He would settle his hands on your hips, push you ever closer to him. And take the comfort you gave him in stride.
Eventually you would pay mine to your water bill, and would dry each other off carefully, get dressed together and settle in your shared bed. It was 1 AM now, but you couldn’t care less, being in the arms of your lover had outweighed any negatives lack of sleep could bestow. He would make it up to Miles. Solve the problems of the universe (multiverse), and have you two meet for real. Introducing Miles to his wife, and his son to his twins.