Across the Miles-Verse

Spider-Man Across the Multiverse Spoilers Below!!

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In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man...

In your universe, you fell for him too.

You and Miles Morales were connected at the hip from the minute you were born. Your parents owned the floor above the Morales', and your mom and Rio hit it off when they both discovered they were going to give birth around the same time. And you and Miles were born two months apart. You attended all the same classes, did the same extracurriculars. Even when you're family rented out their floor and purchased a condo in the building next door, you were besties. And when Miles' family got him to attend Visions Academy, you went too. You were just as smart after all. And life was going pretty smooth for the two of you.

But then, Miles got bit. And Peter Parker died protecting him. And then Uncle Aaron died. And Miles couldn't hold it all on his own anymore and told you all of it. For awhile you were his person in the chair. Helping him make his suite more high tech, helping him become Spider-Man without a mentor to look up to. How to control his powers. 

But then other Spider-people appeared because of a rift in the dimensions due to Alchemax's Particle Collider that Kingpin was funding. Of course, before too much occurred, Miles told you and introduced you to the Spider's. 

And Gwen formally introduced herself to you.  (Previously known to you as Gwanda. You couldn't say you hated her, you just hated how your best friend seemed to have fallen in love with her after like, three days?)

You weren't a spider. SO you couldn't hang or keep up with them. And you found yourself longing for your best friend. Correction, pining for his attention again. The few times you did see him all he could talk about was Gwen, and you found your heart hurting. So when he left you, you got to work. You were a genius after all, and resourceful. You had helped him make a real suit, provided him parts for his web shooters. So you got to work doing what you did best, creating. 

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The fight with Kingpin had been in full effect when you finally showed. No one knew what to think of you at first, the Prowler reincarnated. We're you for or against Kingpin? Who was behind the mask? And how dangerous were you?

The answers were- agianst Kingpin, Miles' childhood best friend, and very dangerous. You wore the Prowler mantle with a level of integrity it had never seen before. And your skills upgraded it to the point you didn't need superhero strength to fight, you just needed cunning, and your knowledge on hand-to-hand combat (that you taught Miles btdubs. Kid kinda sucked in the fighting department at first). 

The sudden appearance of the Prowler sent Miles into a spiral of emotions. Disbelief, hope, fear, dread,  and then your face came out from underneath the mask, and it was fear, disbelief, more fear, and no small amount of pride at your willingness to get your hands dirty. That also attributed to his fear. He's already lost his uncle to that mask. He wouldn't lose you too. 

Fortunately, you proved yourself quite capable. The only result from your fight was the slight scar that now graced your right cheek, right below your eye down the side of your face to your jaw. A scar that didn't effect you personally, but always reminded Miles how fragile you could really be when not under your suit. 

But eventually, y'all defeated Kingpin, the other spiders went back to their worlds, and you and Miles became the only supers in your world. 

And then Miles started feeling so alone. You had to rip the words from him one night. But eventually he confessed. He missed not being the only spider-being around. He missed Peter B. and Gwen. And he really liked Gwen. Those words hit you like a brick, it hit you so hard, you had to try not to cry. Because how cliché it was to fall in love with your best friend. 

You hadn't known what to say at the time. All you could do was hold him closer, validate his feelings, and try not to loose it.

You and Miles continued on from there. Life kept chugging. Miles took care of the supernatural disturbances, you took down typical robbers and thieves. The mantle of Prowler, which once sent fear into the innocent and empowered the villainous now was a symbol of Hope to the innocent and a signal of fear for the wicked. The Prowler and Spiderman were a power team saving NYC one day at a time. 

Your and Miles personal lives mirrored that closeness. So when Miles suddenly appeared at his Dad's party with a girl who wasn't you, his parents not only had some concerns for their son, but for you as well. Because to them, you were as good as their future daughter-in-law. You were great, talented, beautiful, and you never called them by their first names.

"Mija," Mrs. Morales started, "What are your thoughts on Miles's new friend?" 

You looked up from the table you were cleaning up, as you were helping with the party, to see Miles under the water tower on the roof with Gwen. Your heart sunk into your stomach, though you tried to keep your face neutral.

"Oh! Wow, Gwen— I mean, Gwanda! I didn't know she was in town. That's the girl who was new to school last year. From South Africa? But then had to move back home suddenly. She always seemed nice. Edgy."  While you spoke Mr. Morales snuck up behind you too. 

"And what about her influence over him?" 

"Oh! Hey Mr. Morales! Congratulations on the promotion by the way!" The man just waved you aside with a bashful smile. "I mean, I don't know if she has too much of a influence over him? They're friends."

The look on the couple's face was one you didn't really want to read into. But you were sure it contained some pity. To them, your feelings for their son were obvious. And how he could never return them was beyond their knowledge as parents. 

The couple eventually moved on, though they hid the cardigan behind their backs from the young girl. Not wanting to cause her more hurt than what was already in her eyes. And then Rio allowed her son to chase after the stranger who called her by her first name. Because her son was clearly in love, but she wasn't going to allow him to go unattended. She sent you after him. 

One thing you learned from Miles, was that being invisible was very useful. While your invisibility wasn't genetic like his now was, yours was state-of-the-art technology. By refracting and reflecting the world around you, you were able to blend into your surroundings flawlessly when in your Prowler suit.

So you followed him. You saw everything he did. And you watched the boy you've loved for years follow Gwen into an interdimensional portal. And part of you was crushed. The other angry. But until Miles did something to actually hurt and betray you on purpose, you were going to watch out for him. So you, also, stepped into the portal right before it could closed.

Everything after that was complete chaos. The Mumbahttan experience. Miles going to "Spider-HQ". You sneaking along in the shadows, witnessing everything. Then there was the Spider-Chase incident where literally hundreds of Spider-Supes were chasing after your best friend. That's when you revealed yourself to Miles. The two of you were a solid unit when it came to working together. A well-oiled machine that would never fail. It took no time at all, once he knew you were there, for Miles to create a plan and for the two of you to execute it to perfection. 

You both beat everyone back to HQ. While both invisible, you activated the Go-Home machine while Miles scanned his DNA. Spider-Byte was freaking out over the surprise initiation, and Miguel O'Hara was pissed he got outsmarted by two teenagers who weren't supposed to even be super-powered! You both became visible at the last second, watching in slight fear as Miguel tore at the field being woven around you two. He was too late though, as the machine completed, and flashed the pair to the chosen dimension, based off the  DNA-sequence it detected from Miles. 

The two of you stumbled across the roof of the building you were trust onto. It was pouring out, sirens could be heard all across the city, and fires were raging. Miles was laid on his back with you sat next to him, hand on his chest. You had heard everything that was said prior. Had seen it all too. You know what he was thinking right now.

"They're wrong about you Miles." The boy peaked over at you, at the sound of your voice. "There's no one else out there more suited to be Spider-Man. You're the best of them. And you don't deserve any of the shit they said about you."

He sat up then, and crushed you into a hug. "I can't believe they would do that to me. Peter, Gwen.." his voice broke on her name. Anger filled you then. How dare she hurt him like that. Miles was the best person you'd ever known. And sure, maybe your blind loyalty to him could be dangerous. But even you knew he deserved better than what she gave him. 

You placed your hand on his cheek, lifting it to face you. Your helmet had been pulled back for a majority of the chase, and so now you had a couple extras nicks on your face to pair with your recent scar, but you didn't care. You didn't care as the rain poured down both your faces. You just needed to be sure your friend would know you were both going to be ok.

"Look at me Miles," your eyes bore into his. "I am so sorry they betrayed you like that. But that Miguel asshole is wrong. You are the perfect Spider-Man for this city. For this world. There is nothing wrong with you. I think you're the best of us all. And... and your never going to loose me, understood? I'm with you. In every universe, in every reality, I know in my heart, we'll always have each other. You got me?"

You held him close, eyes boring into his. You felt him shift, his own hand coming up to cup your cheek and your breath hitched. This was it, you thought. But then his eyes closed and he pulled his hand back. 

"We should get back, fuerta. Our parents gotta be worried." He stood up before you even could fully process his change in demeanor. Once you realized he had stood up, you felt sick. Of course he wouldn't return your feelings. Even if it wasn't an explicit confession, it was as good as. And he had rejected it. All you could do now, was follow him as you ran across the city to your corresponding apartments, and try to repair the gaping hole in your chest.

He dropped you off on your fire escape first before moving next door to slide into his window. You watched for a second, before hopping into your own room, in the hopes for a fresh change of clothes. 

The minute you flicked on a lamp though, you knew everything was wrong. Your room wasn't like how you had left it. It looked like it did over a three years ago. Before Miles became Spider-Man and your bedroom became your own personal work shop. When you were just a kid. It was decorated in pictures of the latest latino-pop bands Miles introduced you to, photos of the city, and it was pink. Not the purple you had so happily transitioned everything to when you took on the Mantle of the Prowler. It was covered in a layer of dust you didn't normally have. Not to mention, your closet was empty of your spare suit, parts, and everything else that should have been in it. Just a bunch of spare boxes. As if you no longer lived here. 

If you had spidey-senses they would be tingling. Something was so wrong, as anxiety mixed in your gut. Just as you were about to move into the main room of the apartment, one of the boxes caught your attention. The word "MEMORIAL" written in sharpie on the outside. Opening it up, you were horrified by what you saw. Your face, your name, and your death certificate laying in the box. hidden away so as not to be faced. So as not to be known.

The spider that bit you wasn't from your earth. You were never supposed to exist.

Oh no. you weren't back home. You weren't on 1610. You were in 42. The universe with no Spider-Man. 

You had jumped out of the window and sprinted down your fire escape before another thought could cross your mind. It took you a minute to get to Miles building next door. Another to find your key and use it to access the front door. You had no time to try to scale the side of his building, not while it was soaking wet. You had to go about it the old fashioned way. You sprinted up the stairs, rushing to get to Miles. To make sure nothing bad happened to your friend in this world he still thought of as home.

"Miles!" you shouted as you saw him exit his door a floor above you. He paused and you took the stairs two at a time to reach the landing he was on. "Thank God!" you praised as you slammed into him with a hug. It took you a second to catch your breath, but when you pulled back from the hug, you looked behind his shoulder to see a face you never thought you'd see again.

"Uncle Aaron, hey!" You were at a loss for words otherwise. Too in shock. This was bad. This was sooo bad. You were dead here, and he was very much not. And that could only spell trouble. It was also Uncle Aaron- the original Prowler. And you found yourself grateful for deactivating a good chunk of your exoskeleton suit when you had stepped foot in your apartment. Because the nylon under suit you wore could at least be passed off as exercise clothing for now. At least you would have the upper hand in a fight. Two verses one was really good odds. 

"Well well well, if it isn't la pequeña paloma. You're just in time. I need to show something to Miles on the roof, and I think it would be good for you to see it too."  Miles grabbed your hand and pulled you along. If the situation wasn't so dire you may have blushed at the action. But right now all you could feel was dread. This was bad.

The last flight up to the roof was the worst as Aaron spoke to Miles as if he was clueless to the fact Miles was the wrong one. But you knew, he knew. This was so bad. 

The shock of a lifetime (well, a lots happened over that last year or so, so maybe not the truest shock, but it was up there) greeted you two when you stepped foot onto the roof. On the building next to his, your building in fact, was two murals to commemorate the loss of lives. One for you and one for his Dad. You stared at them, sick with dread and fear at what you two have found yourself in. 

Time had slowed down for a second as you both took in the murals. But the truth is, time was moving faster than either of you were prepared for. Because the next thing you knew, Miles had been knocked unconscious by someone in the shadows and Uncle Aaron had grabbed you and injected you with a sedative. The last thought you had while going under was: How evil of a person do you have to be to carry a needle full of sedative on you at all time?

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It wasn't much of a shock to Miles G. Morales when some random douple-ganger appeared on the roof next to his Uncle. Aaron had messaged him the sitch as soon as he got home. So he sat in the shadows of the roof waiting. The shock of his lifetime was watching the love of his life follow him from the stair well, just to stare at the mural of your own face. 

You were back.

He didn't care who this fake Miles was. All that mattered was that you were alive again. He wasted no time knocking out the other Miles with you. And when his uncle went to toss your unconcious body to the ground, he couldn't help but catch you and rest you in his arms. 

"She ain't your dove, Miles. So don't go doing anything stupid." 

His eyes drank you in, as his hands gripped you tight to him. His uncle as right. You weren't his. You were older than his had been when she had died. You were a bit taller too, and stronger. Lean muscles hiding under your odd bodysuit. Your long hair was braided tight to your scalp, a mimic to his own in a way. His version of you had always loved keeping her hair loose but short.

And you had a scar. A scar that was an echo of the line on this world's version of you. A line that had marked your death when the building had crashed onto you and his father. And yet... here you were, this other Mile's version of you, alive and well. 

He wasn't going to loose you again. 

His mom had already left for work when he got back downstairs. He carried you carefully, devotedly, into his room. He placed you on his bed as if you were made of glass. An illusion guaranteed to shatter the minute he let go. But that was false. You were here, alive. He wasn't going to just let this opportunity pass. 

He also wasn't going to risk anything. It didn't take long for him to find the paracord he kept under his desk. He tied your ankles first. Tight, but with precision so as not to harm you. Then he moved to your hands. There were three bracelets on them. One Purple and silver one on your left, and the same on your right, alongside a blue and red band with the words "Visitor" displayed on it. Nothing on you looked like a weapon, so he didn't question it. He gently rolled you on your stomach and tied your arms behind you before resting you back on your side. When he was done, he knew he could spare another minute or so before heading over to Uncle Aaron's to deal with his look-a-like. So he moved to lay behind you on his bed, not caring if he was still in his prowler outfit. You were home, right where you belonged. For the first time in a long time, he felt peace. 

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Your head was pounding when you came to. Mouth dry, hair damp. You could feel everything. Your muscles were tight, but you were warm and comfortable, so your groggy mind didn't question much yet. At least it didn't, until you felt an arm wrap tight around your stomach, your hand come into contact with something behind your back, and a nose burrow into your hair. 

You began struggling right away, trying to wiggle away from whoever was behind you. Instead, the arm shifted, a voice chuckled, and you got pulled further onto the bed as the person behind you rolled you both so he was now on top. Your shoulders pulled as you now laid on your bound hands, but your discomfort was little on your mind as you stared up into the eyes of Miles. Knowing right away, this wasn't your Miles.

"Buenos dias, mi querida." His voice was a deep purr as his thumb gently caressed your face over your scar.

"No soy tuyo, Miles. Déjame ir!" You watched as his eyes went from lovingly taking in your face, to turning hard. (I'm not yours, Miles. Let me go."

"No can do, cariño. I've been deprived of you for far too long to let you go now."

You took your time to glare at him. Venom glinted at him from behind your eyes. But he didn't care. Because it was you who was glaring at you. He had spent far too long without you. 

"I'm not from this world, Miles. Neither is my Miles. Please, you have to let us go!" He hated the way you said that. "Not my Miles". Suddenly, he despised that copy of him. He had seen the shock on the boys face when you both had come upon the roof. The shock at seeing the murals. Proof that that Miles still had his dad. The he got you, too. But he had to suffer without either? How was any of that fair! 

"Why should I? HUH?" he was practically growling as he hovered over you, "I've lost here. I've hurt. It made me the Prowler. It made me take control of this city. But I would trade all of that if it meant you never had to die! So no, that boy version of me, who doesn't know loss. Who doesn't deserve you, he doesn't get to go if it means you leave with him."

"You know nothing about him!" you seethed back, struggles increasing, even as your hands went numb from the weight on them.

"You love him." Miles stated. The words froze you. How did he know?

"But he clearly doesn't love you back. If he did, that mural of your face would of upset him more. But all he could do was stare at daddy-dearest." the words were all laced with a venom no teenager should ever possess. "He doesn't deserve you."

And then he was kissing you. It was everything he had yearned for, for years. You were here, in his arms, and for a moment, he was weightless with joy.

You wanted to fight him. To hurt him for hurting you and Miles. But even with the small differences, this was Miles. And this Miles was kissing you. It was everything you had ever wanted. You found yourself kissing him back without thought. You wanted this so badly. but it was wrong. Because in the end this wasn't your Miles, and your weren't his either. Tears were slowly streaking down the side of your face as Miles inhaled all he could of you, before you finally ripped your face away, spitting at him. 

The soft Miles above you vanished in a second. 

"I see how it is, luchadora. You always were loyal. But don't worry, he won't be around much longer to be loyal too. And when it's all said and done, I'll be back, and you and I will get to be together as we always should have. Because I will always love you. You're the best of them, of this whole city. I won't lose you again."

He was gone in a flash, leaving you an emotional wreck on his bed. Your first kiss, gone, and it wasn't even with the version of the boy you loved. Instead, he was probably tied up somewhere and in serious danger. Now at the hands of Uncle Aaron and this evil version of himself. But you weren't defenseless, not any longer. 

Quickly rolling over, you wiggled your hands to get feeling back into them, and to find the loose spot in the tension of the rope. After and agonizingly long time of wiggling, you got your thumbs in the right place on the wristbands you wore.

The suit activated instantly, slicing through the restraints, and allowing you to finally stand up. You didn't know for certain where your Miles was, and this Miles had been gone for too long for your tech to track him. But you didn't need that. Because you were Miles' best friend, and no one knew him like you did. Not even his Uncle Aaron. Which is exactly where you were sure you could find all three of them. 

It didn't matter if this world's Miles loved you, it was obsession at this point. It didn't matter your Miles would never love you back. You were loyal to your core. Miles was family. He was the best of you all. Of every person, super, and spider in existence. And if the canons were already diverging, who were you to try to keep them together now anyways. You had a Miles to save, a world to get back to, and a father's death to prevent. 

And you would, because in the end, as lovers or friends, you and Miles were the ultimate and most powerful duo in NYC. And nothing was going to get in your way. 

In every other universe Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man, and it never ends well. In this universe, Miles finally falls for his best friend. But in the universe you call home, anything was possible. And you were certainly going to use that to your advantage here. 

The Spider-Man and the Prowler. The Fantastic Duo of NYC were coming home one way or another.