Chapter 11
MILES
Okay, so it wasn’t his best idea. Really, it started because of kids asking him at school.
“What happened to Spiderman?”
“I heard he died.”
“I heard he went undercover as a Russian prostitute.”
“What happened to him Miles?”
He tried to give consistent answers, mostly vague. Everyone knew who his parents were and therefore knew he knew who the Avengers were - which included Spiderman. But from what he could guess and hear...and see from the graffiti sprayed across the city - the people missed Spiderman.
Which got Miles thinking. What if there was more than one Spiderman?
Or more specifically…
What if he picked up the mantle?
He was his fathers’ son after all, he felt that desire deep in his belly to do the right thing and help others. And he watched protests on TV and the news when they talked about the crime rate.
The people needed Spiderman.
So again, not his best idea. Especially when he considered how the hell he’d even begin this process.
Petey?
Not like he could tell him anything, of course. This’ll have to be the teen’s secret for now. But maybe his brother had some of the old notes lying around his house somewhere.
When’s the last time he offered to babysit?
Turns out getting the gig was easy.
His brother was enthusiastic at the suggestion, since apparently there was a broadway show he’s been ‘dying to drag Wade to forever’. His parents also easily approved, praising his son for his generosity while also describing their perverted plans for their evening alone (thanks, Dad).
As he climbed the steps to his brother’s house and heard the sounds of his niece and nephew screaming, he wondered how good of a plan this actually was.
But then Wade opened the door before he even knocked and he was pulled into a fierce hug from his brother-in-law and ushered inside.
“Come in Smiles! Thanks so much for doing this, man.”
“Not a problem, Wade. But you should know my going rate for monsters is fifty an hour,” he said with a smile as he heard the sounds of his niece and nephew coming toward him.
“Unca Miles!” Isaac shouted before colliding into the teens legs. “Up up!” Miles rolled his eyes fondly before obliging, grunting as he hefted the toddler onto his hip. His brother finally came into view, sporting a tux and shooting his little brother a smile.
“Hey Miles, how do I look?” he asked the teen. He opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by his gross brother in law.
“Delicious,” the vigilante growled out before walking behind Peter to molest him.
“Seriously? You can’t wait till you leave to do this?” Miles asked as he turned his back to the pair, focusing on tickling his nephew in his arms.
“Behave,” Peter hissed before coming back into Miles’ sight. “Thanks again Miles. Lilli-bear is here...somewhere…” the arachnid said as he looked around the room.
“Lilli?” Wade called out while Izzy wiggled out of Miles’ grasp.
“Daddy?” they heard her call back from the kitchen.
“Lilli, your Uncle Miles is here!” Wade called as he squatted down to tickle Isaac. They heard tiny feet pounding towards them as the toddler finally came into view, face covered in chocolate.
“Lillian Stephanie, did you eat the cake that was in the fridge?” Peter asked with his hands on his hips, Miles unable to hide his laughter from seeing his niece freeze in place.
“Um...no?”
“Oh, baby girl,” Wade cooed as he walked to the toddler, “you gots the evidence on your face.” He then lifted the toddler into his arms before promptly licking some of said evidence off her face.
“Daddy!” she shrieked as Miles saw his brother roll his eyes fondly.
“I’ll clean her up and then we’ll head out,” Wade called while he took her to the kitchen.
“Alright, Izzy-bee. Are you going to be good for your Uncle Miles?” Peter asked as he picked his son up to hug and kiss the toddler.
“Yes Papa,” the toddler lied. He shot his brother a look but Peter just shrugged his shoulders back at the teen before he placed the boy on the ground.
Wade and Lilli came back into the room, both clean as the vigilante promptly dropped the girl onto the couch.
“Shall we?” Wade asked his husband with a bright smile.
“Alright, bedtime’s at seven thirty. You have our numbers…” his brother said as his husband grabbed their coats and started pushing him towards the door.
“He can handle it, we’ll be back by ten, love you munchkins we’ll see you later, smooches, bye!” the man sang out as his brother just waved back before the door closed. Miles chuckled at the pair before turning back to his niece and nephew watching a movie on the couch.
He could do this.
Seven fifty two. Not too shabby for two toddlers who both refused to bathe while also refusing to get out of the bathtub. And now he finally had time to do what he came here to do.
Research.
He grabbed the baby monitor and made his way through the house.
“Now, if I were classified research I wouldn’t want found...where would I hide?” he said to himself as he turned the lights on in the master bedroom. He took one step in before considering the fact - he could very well find multiple things he wouldn’t want to find in there. Then he remembered they had an office down the hall and decided to try his luck there first.
And luck he found, as there was a paper file literally filled with notes on the experiment. Using his Stark phone, he scanned every piece of evidence and paperwork he could find. He also sat there and read through his case notes, beginning to wrack his brain at the possibility of duplicating his brother’s work. It seemed possible.
It also seemed like he’d require Oscorp technology to accomplish this.
Which also seemed possible, as he had recently befriended Norman Osborn’s son himself, Harry.
And that little freshman owed him one after Miles saved his ass.
Oh yeah, he could do this.