As Y/N emerged from the rubble, dusting himself off and surveying the surrounding area with his hood drawn up and his mask gone, his senses remained on high alert. Before he could gather his thoughts, Miguel's attack came swift and relentless, hurling Y/N backward with a powerful blow.

"Why do you have to be so frustrating?" Miguel's voice seethed with frustration as he confronted Y/N once again.

Y/N pushed himself up, his expression steely beneath his hood. "Maybe because you keep chasing me!" he shot back, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Their clash resumed, each blow ringing out amidst the wreckage of the building. But amidst the chaos, Y/N's mind raced, trying to make sense of Miguel's earlier words. The spider that bit him was from another dimension.

But amidst the chaos of their fight, Y/N pushed aside the doubts and uncertainties, focusing instead on the task at hand. With a swift kick, he sent Miguel reeling before seizing the opportunity to swing away, his destination clear in his mind: headquarters.

The Go Home Machine.

Hopefully Miles got home safely.

"You don't listen! You were never meant to be Spider-Man!" Miguel's voice echoed with frustration as they grappled with each other, crashing into buildings and floors.

"Liar!" Y/N shot back, his voice tinged with defiance despite the shock coursing through him.

But Miguel's next words struck Y/N like a thunderbolt, freezing him in mid-air. "The spider that bit you was from another universe! One who already had a spider woman!"

Y/N's mind reeled at the revelation, his thoughts racing as he struggled to process the implications. "What? Spider-Woman?"

"Earth-65! Gwen's spider bit you! It traveled through your collider and landed on you!" Miguel's voice cut through the air, his anger palpable.

Y/N's shock turned to sadness as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Gwen's spider... bit him? The realization weighed heavily on his heart, leaving him questioning everything.

"Does she know? Did Gwen ever know about this?" Y/N's voice wavered with uncertainty, his heart heavy with betrayal and confusion.

Miguel remained silent, his expression grim as the truth hung in the air between them.

He had never told Gwen.

Meanwhile, Gwen swung through the city with Peter and Anya, her thoughts consumed by worry and fear for Y/N. But amidst her concern, a sharp pain pierced her head, and she heard fragments of Y/N and Miguel's conversation.

And what she heard shocked her to no end.

Y/N was bitten by her spider, right after it had bitten her.

It was a shocking revelation, but explained so much. Their connection especially.

But she also realized another thing. Miguel had known this information the whole time and never bothered to inform her.

As the truth sank in, anger simmered beneath the surface, she felt angry, betrayed, and manipulated.

The questions lingered—how many others knew?

Without saying a word, she swung silently behind the Spider Society, hoping to find Y/N.

Miguel's words cut through the air with a sharp intensity. "It doesn't matter if she knew or not! You weren't meant to be bitten. You have powers you don't deserve," he spat out, his anger palpable.

"You never belonged here, and you never will. I hope you remember that, Y/N," Miguel continued, his words carrying a weight of finality.

Before Y/N could respond, Miguel's fist collided with his face, sending him reeling backward. Y/N yelled in pain, but he refused to let Miguel's words defeat him. Summoning his strength, he flipped over Miguel in the air, using his momentum to launch him downwards.

As Miguel plummeted, Y/N shot webs at him, entangling him further. With determination burning in his eyes, Y/N descended upon Miguel, delivering a powerful kick that sent him crashing near the very place he needed to be, the machine.

Y/N emerged from the rubble, his eyes burning with determination as he faced Miguel.

"Like I said, you know nothing about me," he declared, his voice laced with defiance.

Miguel's eyes flashed with anger as he retorted, "Then who are you?!"

"My name is Y/N L/N," Y/N replied firmly, delivering a powerful punch to Miguel's jaw.

"Three years ago, I was bitten by a radioactive spider," he continued, flipping over the angry and exhausted O'Hara and delivering a kick that sent him soaring through the air.

"I'm pretty sure you know the rest!" Y/N exclaimed, his movements fluid and precise as he webbed Miguel up and delivered another decisive blow.

"And no matter what your canon bullshit says, I am Spider-Man, and there's nothing you or anyone else can do about it," Y/N proclaimed defiantly, his resolve unshakable as he faced off against Miguel.

Y/N landed another powerful blow on Miguel's chest, his determination driving each punch. "You underestimated me, Miguel," he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "You thought you could break me, but you were wrong."

As Miguel struggled against the webbing, Y/N swiftly webbed down debris around him, creating a makeshift cage to trap him. "Consider that a warning," Y/N remarked.

With Miguel securely immobilized, Y/N turned his attention towards headquarters. "Time to go home," he muttered to himself. With a powerful leap, he swung away towards his destination, leaving Miguel behind amidst the wreckage.

Arriving at the Spider Society Headquarters, Y/N's heart pounded with urgency as he navigated around Margo Kess, who was preoccupied with holographic hairstyles. He moved stealthily, grateful for the cover of distractions to avoid detection.

He wished he could turn invisible like Miles, but he knew he had to rely on his own skill set to get past Margo. With a quick diversion, he threw a rock to draw her attention away, allowing him to sneak past and access the Go Home Machine.

As he tampered with the wiring to activate the machine, a surge of relief washed over him as he heard the familiar initialization sequence.

"Initializing the Go Home Machine," the robotic voice announced.

But his moment of triumph was short-lived as Margo caught him in the act. "Y/N? What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice tinged with confusion and concern.

Y/N felt a pang of frustration at being caught, but he knew he had to convince Margo to let him go. "I need to go home," he explained urgently, his voice pleading with desperation.

Margo hesitated, recalling her earlier decision to send Miles home. "I can't go behind Miguel's back again," she said, torn between duty and empathy.

Desperation painted Y/N's expression as he pleaded, "My Mom is going to die if I can't get back, Miles' Dad could die. If I lose her, that's it for me. I don't have anyone left. Even if I fail at it, I just need to try. I don't care about the canon crap that Miguel says; I just need to try."

Margo saw the sincerity in Y/N's eyes and the gravity of the situation. After a moment of contemplation, she relented. "Fine."

Margo powered up the machine, dividing her presence onto several monitors.

Dimensional ID —- Earth 65

The machine began to hum with energy, its lights flickering as it prepared to transport Y/N back.

Just as Y/N was enveloped in a cocoon of light, Lyla appeared over Margo's shoulder, her digital form projecting concern. "What's going on?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity.

Margo jumped slightly at Lyla's sudden appearance, quickly composing herself. "Oh, nothing," she replied casually, trying to mask her nervousness. "The machine just started on its own again."

Lyla arched a holographic eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Well, that's not good. How is that possible?" she pressed, her gaze fixed on the swirling vortex of light.

Margo hesitated, unsure of how to explain the situation. "I don't know..." she trailed off, her voice trailing off uncertainly.

Sensing an opportunity to intervene, Lyla gestured towards the stop reboot button. "How about this?" she suggested, her tone urging Margo to take action. "How about that?"

Margo's eyes widened in frustration as Lyla's interference threatened to derail her plans. "You're getting in the way!" she snapped, her voice tinged with irritation.

As Miguel crashed into the room with a resounding boom, he wasted no time in barking orders. "Stop him now!" he commanded, his voice filled with urgency and aggression.

More members of the Spider Society flooded into the room, their expressions tense and determined as they prepared to apprehend Y/N.

Margo found herself held back by some of Miguel's robots, their hands restraining her as she struggled against their grip. Desperate to regain control, she reached out to continue the machine from its operation.

Gwen, Peter, and Anya arrived on the scene, their faces etched with concern as they tried to reason with Miguel. "Miguel, stop it!" Gwen pleaded, her voice laced with desperation.

But Miguel was beyond reason, consumed by his rage and determination. He lunged at the walls of light protecting Y/N, his movements wild and frenzied, like an animal driven by bloodlust.

Trapped in a holographic cage, Margo frantically attempted to break free, her efforts futile against the advanced technology that held her captive.

Y/N watched Miguel's frenzied assault with a steely resolve, his gaze unwavering as he faced down his adversary. He had never been afraid of Miguel, and he refused to cower now.

Meanwhile, Lyla worked feverishly to shut down the machine, her fingers flying across the interface as she attempted to regain control. But with more Spider Society members pouring into the room, her task became increasingly difficult.

Pav, newly arrived to the scene, felt a surge of determination as he witnessed the chaos unfolding around him. Despite the destabilization of his world, he felt a sense of responsibility to repay Y/N for saving his girlfriend. Y/N embodied everything a hero should be, and Pav was determined to stand by him.

Locking eyes with Y/N, Pav shared a nod of solidarity, silently offering his support as Y/N donned his hood and as Pav activated the machine. With a final glance, Y/N braced himself as the machine enveloped him in a blinding flash of light.

"No!" Miguel yelled, as the machine began to power down.

But it was too late.

Y/N had escaped.

As Miguel seethed with anger, his frustration reached a boiling point, and he lashed out by grabbing the console and hurling it across the room with a resounding crash.

Peter couldn't help but interject, attempting to diffuse the situation. "Okay, it's not the console's fault," he remarked, trying to inject some reason into the tense atmosphere.

But Miguel was beyond reason, his anger palpable as he vented his frustration. "All they had to do was listen! Why didn't they listen!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration and disbelief.

Gwen couldn't resist a sardonic remark, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe you didn't hit them hard enough," she quipped, her words cutting through the tension like a knife.

Jessica shot Gwen a warning glance, knowing that her remark was only exacerbating the situation. "Gwen, don't do it," she cautioned, hoping to prevent further conflict.

Miguel's accusatory gaze fell on Gwen, his anger directed squarely at her. "You let Y/N go," he accused, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment.

Gwen was taken aback by the accusation, her eyes widening in surprise. "What! Me?" she protested, incredulous at Miguel's accusation.

But Miguel wasn't swayed, his anger unabated. "You didn't catch him, Gwen," he retorted, his tone filled with accusation and anger.

Anya couldn't stay silent any longer, speaking up to defend herself and Gwen. "Neither did you! Don't single any of us out and act like you did everything," she admonished Miguel, her voice tinged with frustration and defiance.

Jessica, seizing the opportunity for a snide remark, added, "Oh, you really messed up now," her tone laced with sarcasm.

Anya wasn't about to take any unnecessary criticism, firing back, "Oh, I'm sorry, was I talking to you, Jess? I don't think so, so shut the hell up!"

Jess, surprised by Anya's bold response, fell silent, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected retort.

Miguel's anger boiled over, his face inches from Gwen's as tension thickened in the room, spider people gathering around, some appearing conflicted.

Peter intervened, attempting to diffuse the escalating confrontation. "Okay, let's all take a deep breath."

Gwen turned to Peter, seeking support. "Peter, you wanna back me up here?"

Peter, caught between mediating and maintaining peace, replied diplomatically, "Well, Miguel, as a father of a daughter and a son of a mother..."

Jess, impatient with the discussion, interjected, "Yeah, actually, stop talking."

Peter acquiesced, acknowledging Jess's directive. "Duly noted."

Gwen persisted, pleading with Miguel. "Please, if you just..."

Miguel interrupted, his frustration evident. "Just what, Gwen?"

Gwen, undeterred, continued, "Let me talk to Y/N."

Miguel's tone hardened, his frustration palpable. "We tried that."

Gwen's voice softened, her plea heartfelt. "He's my friend..."

Miguel's retort was biting, filled with disdain. "And that's your problem. You care more about a boy than the fate of the multiverse. A teenager who shouldn't be who he is. You know how ridiculous that sounds?"

Jessica's attempt to deflect blame only added fuel to the fire, Gwen's anger now fully ignited.

"When were you going to tell me that Y/N was bitten by my spider? Huh?" Gwen's voice was laced with fury as she confronted Miguel, her eyes blazing with betrayal.

Miguel froze, his anger momentarily replaced by surprise and uncertainty. He hadn't expected Gwen to find out, and now he was at a loss for words.

Gwen's gaze swept across the room, her eyes locking onto the guilty faces of Spider Society members, including her own mentor, Jessica.

"You knew, and chose not to tell me? How could you do that?" Gwen's voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt, her trust shattered by the revelation.

Jessica's response was callous, attempting to justify their deception. "We didn't tell you because you weren't ready to find out, and we were right because you clearly can't handle it."

Gwen's anger intensified, fueled by the realization that she had been deceived by those she thought she could trust. She couldn't believe she had allowed herself to be manipulated at the expense of her friendship with Y/N.

Her frustration boiled over as she echoed the sentiments of Y/N and Miles. "This isn't what I thought it was. I trusted you, Miguel. I trusted all of you."

Miguel's response was cutting, his words dripping with disdain. "You care more about that boy than what's at stake. You're a liability!"

Gwen's retort was sharp, her voice filled with defiance. "That boy means more to me than anything else right now, and now I may have just driven him away." Her eyes burned with regret as she realized the consequences of her actions.

Miguel's grip tightened on Gwen's arm, his expression cold and unforgiving as he backed her closer to the edge of the platform. With one wrong move, she would plummet into the darkness below.

"I told you she was a liability," Miguel sneered, casting a glance towards Jessica, who remained silent.

Desperate for support, Gwen turned to Jessica, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You're wrong, Jess. Tell him he's wrong."

But Jessica's response was resolute, her tone unwavering. "He's not."

Gwen felt like the ground had been pulled out from under her. "What?" she exclaimed, her anger and frustration bubbling to the surface.

"I told you," Jessica reiterated, her voice tinged with disappointment. "You let him get away, and I can't help you."

Anya's disbelief mirrored Gwen's own. "Are you serious right now?"

Before Gwen could comprehend what was happening, the spidery arm of the Go Home Machine reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into its grasp. She struggled against the cocoon that enveloped her, but it was no use.

"What the hell?" Gwen cried out, her confusion and anger mounting.

Miguel's voice cut through the chaos, his tone cold and final. "Go home, Gwen."

Anya pleaded with Miguel to stop, but he remained unmoved. Gwen continued to struggle against her confines, her voice filled with desperation.

"We are supposed to be the good guys," she protested, her words echoing in the cavernous room. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as the machine began its process of sending her back home.

"We are."

As Gwen vanished in a flash of light, leaving the Spider Society members in stunned silence, Miguel attempted to rally them, his voice filled with conviction.

Almost as if he was trying to convince them.

"We are," he declared, his tone forceful as he turned to face the group.

Anya's anger flared at his words. "Are we?" she challenged, her voice dripping with frustration.

Miguel brushed her aside, dismissing her concerns. "I don't have time to deal with you," he retorted, attempting to move past her.

But Anya refused to be silenced. "Well, tough shit," she snapped back. "I was willing to take your side because I thought we were doing the right thing. Right now, I'm not too sure!"

Miguel tried to justify his actions, but Anya wasn't having it. "You could have killed Miles and Y/N!" she accused, her concern for their safety evident.

"I wasn't trying to kill them, I was getting them to listen!" Miguel countered defensively.

Anya wasn't convinced. "Assaulting a teenager on a moving train is going to get anyone to listen?" she fired back.

Their argument escalated, tensions rising with each word exchanged. Anya struck a nerve when she brought up a painful detail from Miguel's past.

"Do you even know for certain what happens if they break the canon?" she questioned, her words striking a nerve.

Miguel's anger boiled over. "You wanna find out?" he snapped, his frustration evident.

Anya stood her ground, preparing to defend herself if necessary. "Don't even think about it."

But Miguel's anger shifted to a more personal attack, hitting Anya where it hurt the most. "You know, after your Dad was killed and you had nobody left, I would think you would be a little more grateful when I took you in. Your friendship with Morales is a problem. Those feelings you have for him are a problem."

Anya stood in silent fury, memories of her father's death flooding back as Miguel's words cut deep.

Miguel had told her it was supposed to happen, and that nothing was wrong.

But what if he was wrong, what if she could have changed her Dad's fate?

"You owe me, Anya. I took you in when you had nothing. NOTHING. If you keep up this attitude, you will have nothing," Miguel declared.

Anya stood in silent anger, regret filled through her as she realized what kind of people she had sided with.

Jess, Ben, you're coming with me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Peter and Julia, go to 61."

Anya seized the opportunity to plead with Miguel, her voice filled with desperation.

"Let me go with you, let me talk to Miles," she pleaded, her words falling on deaf ears.

Miguel remained unmoved, his resolve unwavering.

"Not gonna happen," he stated firmly, his gaze unwavering.

Anya persisted, her determination unwavering despite the odds stacked against her.

"If you just let me talk to him, I can clear this up," she insisted, her voice tinged with frustration.

But Miguel had made up his mind, and he wasn't about to change it. With a flick of his wrist, he activated a containment field around Anya, trapping her within an energy cage.

Anya reacted with shock and outrage, her attempts to break free met with resistance from the powerful field surrounding her.

"What the hell?" she exclaimed, her frustration evident.

Miguel explained his reasoning, his tone resolute.

"I can't trust you, Anya," he declared. "You need to figure out where your loyalties lie."

With a final gesture, Miguel deactivated Anya's watch from his own, severing her connection to the group.

"Let's go," Miguel commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Peter, however, knew that he had to put Mayday down for a nap.

"Sorry, I gotta put her down for a nap," he rambled.

"Not you, I've had the right amount of you," Miguel snapped, his frustration palpable.

As Ben and Jess eagerly followed Miguel into one portal, leaving behind Peter, three others disappeared into another portal, leaving behind a conflicted Mayday who defiantly blew a raspberry at Miguel's retreating figure.

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Y/N was thrown out of a portal, crashing against the side of a building. As he reoriented himself, the realization dawned on him: he had escaped.

"I'm home, I'm finally home," he whispered to himself, relief flooding through him. He needed to see his Mom.

But Miguel's words echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of his doubts.

"You don't belong here, I hope you remember that, Y/N."

Jacob's voice followed, tender and loving, "I-I love you."

Then, Gwen's plea haunted him, "Y/N, please don't leave."

And Miles' trust echoed through his thoughts, "You're the only one I can trust now."

Finally, Jessica's voice offered reassurance, "It's all a leap of faith, honey, remember that."

Approaching his house, anticipation and anxiety warred within him. But as he arrived, the scene before him shattered his expectations. A different family occupied the space, their laughter and warmth filling the air.

"What? I couldn't have been gone that long?" he muttered, his confusion mounting.

Suddenly, his senses went haywire, glitching uncontrollably. Panic surged through him as he realized the truth.

He was in the wrong dimension.

"No," he muttered in disbelief.

Before he could process further, a man emerged from the house, concern etched on his face. But when he reached the spot where Y/N had been, the young hero was nowhere to be found, leaving the man bewildered by the sudden disappearance.

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Anya, determined to break free from her confinement, pulled out a small spider bot from her pocket. It was a device she had been working on for a while, tinkering with it in her spare time. With a hopeful expression, she let the bot latch onto the energy field surrounding her.

"Come on, little buddy. I know you can do it," she encouraged, watching intently as the bot emitted a small electric shock. It was subtle, but it was enough to disable the field. With the obstacle removed, Anya wasted no time in sneaking away, swinging around to evade any spiders patrolling the area.

As she moved, thoughts of Miguel's words about her loyalties echoed in her mind. She knew she had to make a decision. With a sense of resolve, Anya spotted a nearby watch that someone had carelessly left behind. Without hesitation, she picked it up and strapped it to her wrist, activating it to create a portal to Earth 1610.

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Gwen's frustration boiled over as she found herself locked out of her watch, denied access to the means of navigating the dimensions. With a scream of frustration, she hurled the shipping container into an alleyway, the clang echoing in the empty streets.

Alone in the dimly lit alley, Gwen stared out at the cityscape, feeling the weight of her isolation pressing down on her. She had lost everything – her friends, her father – and now she was back in a dimension she never wanted to return to.

Before she could dwell on her despair, her spider senses tingled, sending a jolt of alertness through her. It was a sensation she only experienced in the presence of Y/N. But that couldn't be possible, could it? Not after everything she had learned.

Shaking off her doubts, Gwen took off into the rainy night, swinging through the city streets, determined to find Y/N. Maybe she can come through to him.

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Meanwhile, Y/N's frustration erupted like a storm. He hurled containers and large objects into the rain-soaked streets, a physical manifestation of the anger brewing within him. Each crash echoed his sense of being lost in a reality that didn't belong to him.

As the rain poured down, Y/N paused, attempting to catch his breath. The city, illuminated by its own unique glow, seemed to mock him with its unfamiliarity. He was a spider misplaced in a web not his own.

Suddenly, a familiar presence pricked at his spider senses. Y/N turned swiftly, finding Gwen standing there, a figure from his past that now felt like a haunting specter in this strange world.

Gwen's voice cut through the rain-soaked air. "I had the feeling you'd be here."

Y/N, fueled by a mixture of frustration and mistrust, shot back at her. "What are you doing here?" His tone dripped with seething anger, suspicion clouding his eyes.

Gwen tried to explain, to bridge the gap between them, but Y/N's emotional armor was impenetrable.

"Get away from me, Gwen!" he snapped, each word a sharp rebuke.

Y/N swung from one building to the next, his movements fluid and agile despite the weight of his frustration. Gwen, determined to reach him, chased after him with a mix of desperation and concern.

"Y/N, wait! Please, just listen to me!" Gwen's voice echoed in the alleyways, pleading for his attention.

But Y/N was deafened by his own turmoil. He couldn't afford to trust anyone, not after what he'd been through.

As Y/N swung around a corner, Gwen's hand barely grazed the hem of his suit. She reached out again, calling his name in a voice tinged with urgency. "Y/N, stop! We need to talk!"

But Y/N refused to yield. He increased his speed, his movements becoming more erratic as he sought to escape Gwen's grasp. Raindrops blurred his vision, mirroring the chaotic whirlwind of emotions raging inside him.

When she finally managed to wriggle out of the webbing, Gwen didn't hesitate to give chase once more.

In a swift move, Gwen caught up to Y/N, pinning him to the ground with a forceful grip. Their faces mere inches apart, she pleaded with him, her voice filled with urgency and regret.

"How can I listen when all you did was lie to me?" Y/N's accusation hung heavy in the air, his anger palpable.

Gwen's response was immediate, her voice laced with desperation. "Y/N, please-"

But Y/N wasn't ready to relent. "No, Gwen, you listen! How could you not tell me my Mom was going to die? How could you side with them over me?"

Gwen's eyes pleaded for understanding. "Miguel kicked me out! Even if he didn't, I would have left! I made a mistake, so many mistakes, and I'm sorry, okay?" Her voice cracked with the weight of her remorse.

Y/N froze, the realization sinking in that Gwen had been cast aside by Miguel. Though his guard remained up, a flicker of empathy softened his features.

"I thought I was protecting you, I thought I was doing this for your own good," Gwen continued, her voice heavy with regret.

"I'm not a kid, Gwen! I can take it! You don't understand!" Y/N's frustration spilled over, his voice echoing in the empty streets. "I cared about you! Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to see you?
Every day for the last year. Now I know you've been lying to me this whole time and keeping things away!"

"How can I trust you again?"

Gwen's heart ached at the depth of Y/N's feelings, the weight of her own betrayal bearing down on her. Their spider senses surged in unison, a silent reminder of the bond they shared.

"You're right, I'm so sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't ask for any of this," Gwen whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain.

Together, they rose from the ground, their movements synchronized by an invisible thread of love and regret.

Gwen cradled Y/N's face in her hands, her fingers delicately tracing the scars etched into his skin. Y/N's expression remained guarded, the patter of raindrops providing a soothing backdrop to the tension between them.

"I never meant to hurt you," Gwen murmured, her words almost lost amidst the rhythmic drumming of the rain. "I should've been honest from the beginning."

Y/N exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of his anger begin to dissolve in the cool touch of the rain. Despite his lingering frustration, he couldn't ignore the sincerity in Gwen's eyes.

As if guided by an unseen force, Gwen leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss against one of Y/N's scars. Their foreheads met, a moment of vulnerability shared amidst the rain-soaked air. In that instant, their spider senses tingled, reacting to the electric connection between them.

"I'm so sorry," Gwen whispered, her voice a mere whisper in the rain. Her apology hung in the air, mingling with the soft patter of raindrops—a testament to the depth of her regret and the hope for forgiveness.

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Come on," Gwen urged, her voice gentle yet insistent.

Where are we going?" he asked, suspicion coloring his tone.

"Just come on," Gwen urged, her voice tinged with urgency.

Y/N followed Gwen through the rain-soaked streets, his steps measured and cautious. Despite the distance between them, he couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that lingered in Gwen's presence.

They arrived at an apartment building, and Y/N assumed it was Gwen's home. Gwen led the way inside, her movements purposeful as she searched for something amidst the quiet darkness of the apartment.

"What are you looking for?" Y/N inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Gwen didn't answer, instead, she opened a door to reveal her father sleeping on the couch. There was a tension in the air, unspoken words hanging heavy between them. Gwen's gaze lingered on a photograph before she took it with her.

It was the same one the day they were on the bus together.

Without a word, Y/N led the way out of the window, but Gwen hesitated, her gaze lingering on her father. Suddenly, she noticed him holding something—a stuffed penguin, webbed against the wall.

"Wanna go easy on the penguin?" George Stacy's voice broke the silence, but Gwen's expression remained stoic.

She didn't laugh at his attempt to lighten the mood. Instead, she turned to leave, but George's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Will you at least look at me?" he pleaded, his tone tinged with regret.

Gwen turned to face him, her expression unreadable. "What is that? Who's that guy you're with?" he asked, gesturing towards Y/N.

Before Y/N could intervene, Gwen spoke up, her voice firm. "I'm looking at you, and it's none of your business."

George sighed as Gwen removed her mask, revealing her face to him.

"You look skinny." Gwen remarked.

George's expression softened momentarily before he asked, "Where have you been?"

Gwen's tone turned sarcastic. "Just been out murdering all of my friends."

George chuckled dryly before heading towards the door. "Oh, that's funny, yeah okay."

Gwen followed after him, her voice tinged with desperation. "Where are you going?"

George's response was laden with uncertainty. "I don't know!"

Gwen caught up to him, her tone pleading. "You're a good cop, Dad. You know you put on that badge because you know if you don't, someone who shouldn't will. But you have to understand, this mask... is my badge, and I'm trying to be good too. I was trying so hard to wear this thing the way you would want, and I didn't... I didn't. I can do all these things but I can't help the people I loved the most, and they can only know half of who I am, so I'm—I'm completely on my own. And now I don't—I don't even know what the right thing is anymore, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, but I know... I can't lose one more friend."

Y/N listened from the window, his heart heavy with the weight of Gwen's words. Slowly, he began to understand the burden she carried, and why she had made the choices she did.

George interjected, his voice filled with conflict. "Gwen, I always taught you to do it by the book."

Gwen's response was laced with bitterness. "Yeah, and how did that work out?"

"I took an oath..." George began.

"Then arrest me, Dad... Get it over with," Gwen challenged.

Y/N wanted to intervene, but chose not to. This wasn't his place.

George hesitated before admitting, "...Because I quit."

Gwen's voice wavered as realization dawned on her. "You're... Wait a minute, you're not—you're not gonna be Captain? Then that means..."

George nodded solemnly. "My job... being Captain. This whole thing doesn't matter anymore. You're the best thing I've ever done."

Y/N watched as Gwen hugged her father, nervously stepping through the window and feeling like an intruder in this intimate moment.

"Hey, I-I'm Y/N," he stammered, extending his hand towards George.

George glanced at Y/N before shaking his hand. "You're the kid from the picture," he remarked.

"Yeah, that's me alright," Y/N replied, a nervous smile tugging at his lips.

Gwen stood beside Y/N, her expression a mix of anticipation and apprehension, as George disappeared momentarily, returning with a small box.

"I don't know what it is you two gotta do, but I think this thing is supposed to help," George explained, presenting the graffiti-covered box.

Gwen opened the box, revealing a makeshift dimensional portal watch along with a note.

"In case it don't work out - Hobie," the note read.

Y/N nodded in understanding as Gwen activated the portal watch. Before he could follow her, George pulled him aside.

"Just promise me one thing, Y/N. Take care of my little girl, alright?" George requested, his eyes conveying a mix of seriousness and warmth.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, overwhelmed by the weight of the promise, but he nodded solemnly. "I will," he assured George.

A smile spread across George's face, and Y/N couldn't help but notice the resemblance between George Stacy and his own Captain Stacy. Maybe, deep down, every George Stacy was just an overprotective cop who did the right thing in the end.

Gwen, waiting patiently, assured her father, "I'll be right back, I promise."

With that, Gwen and Y/N stepped into the portal, leaving behind Gwen's dimension and venturing into Y/N's universe.

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As they arrived back in Y/N's universe, relief flooded through him knowing that this was indeed the right place. Without wasting a moment, they swung to his house with urgency, anxious to see his mom and ensure her safety.

Slipping inside through his bedroom window, they moved cautiously through the house, wary of potential threats. Y/N was prepared to confront anyone, whether it be Spot or even Miguel, who might have followed them.

Entering the living room, they found Y/N's mom peacefully sleeping on the couch with the TV softly playing in the background. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, his tension easing at the sight of her safe and sound.

Expressing his gratitude to Gwen for bringing him back, they retreated to his room where Y/N settled on his bed. Gwen's spider senses suddenly tingled, and she turned to see Anya outside the window, looking worried.

"Anya? What are you doing here?" Gwen inquired as she opened the window and jumped down.

"It's Miles," Anya blurted out frantically.

"What about him?" Gwen asked, her concern growing.

"He's in the wrong dimension," Anya explained urgently.

Gwen's eyes widened in alarm. "W-what? How do you know?"

Anya shook her head. "I just felt it. I don't know. But he's nowhere to be found, and I don't even know where to begin."

Y/N listened intently to Anya and Gwen's conversation, his heart sinking as he learned that Miles hadn't made it back home. Fear gripped him as he realized his friend could be anywhere, lost in an unfamiliar dimension with no means of return.

As Anya proposed assembling a team to search for Miles, Gwen agreed but expressed her desire for Y/N to be part of it. Anya hesitated, knowing Y/N might still be angry with them and hesitant to leave his mom. Gwen's disappointment was evident, but she understood Anya's point.

Anya decided to gather more people first before approaching Y/N again. Gwen followed her through a portal, casting a wistful glance towards Y/N's window before disappearing.

Left alone with his thoughts, Y/N looked at his sleeping mother, torn between his duty to protect her and his desire to help his friend. Recalling Jessica's caring nature, he imagined her disappointment if he didn't go to Miles' aid.

His Dad was at stake in this as well.

He also remembered Jacob, and how he helped people on a regular basis, and his disappointment if Y/N were to put his needs over others.

It wasn't what Spider-Man stood for, not in his mind at least.

Then, Miguel's words echoed in his mind, reminding him of the imminent threat posed by Spot and the impending havoc in three days. Despite the danger, Y/N felt compelled to try and save everyone.

With a determined resolve, he made his decision. He would find Miles and bring him back, then return to save his mom. Surveying his torn suit and his sewing machine on the desk, he knew he needed a new one.

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As Y/N finished crafting his new suit, he admired the sleek design, with P/C and S/C colors, a hood to conceal his identity, reinforced web cartridges, and slots for his stingers.

A/N: As a reminder, P/C and S/C are primary and secondary colors.

Placing his sewing machine in the closet beside his homemade suit from when he first gained his powers, Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. That suit had seen him through many challenges, but it was time for an upgrade.

Before leaving, Storm appeared, sensing his unease. Y/N smiled and scooped up the little feline, stroking its fur as it purred softly. Promising to return soon, he gently placed Storm down and told him to take care of Jessica while he was away.

With a final glance back at his home, Y/N leaped through the window, his new suit gleaming in the moonlight. Storm watched from the window, a silent sentinel as Y/N swung off into the night, determined to find his friend and bring him home.

As Y/N swung through the city, his spider senses suddenly tingled, alerting him to danger. Before he could react, he was ambushed by another spider person, one from the society he had left behind. It was the video game guy.

Y/N recoiled in surprise. "What the hell?"

The spider person approached him cautiously, trying to calm him down. "You don't want to do this, Y/N. Trust me, it's better for everyone."

Y/N struggled against the webbing, frustration boiling inside him. "Not for me it isn't," he retorted, attempting to break free.

But the spider person persisted, revealing a glimpse of empathy. "I know what you're going through, and I understand how you feel."

Y/N's anger began to subside slightly, intrigued by the unexpected understanding from his captor. "You don't even know me? How do you know how I feel?"

The spider person revealed his identity as Peter. "I had to make a choice to save my Aunt, but if I did, other people would die. It wasn't easy for me, but I had to think about others."

Y/N's demeanor softened as he recognized the familiar struggle reflected in Peter's words. "Peter?"

"Yeah, that's me," Peter confirmed, his expression sympathetic.

"You may think you're alone, Y/N, but you won't be," Peter assured him.

Suddenly, Y/N noticed Peter calling someone on his watch.

Miguel.

Alarm flared in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

"It's for your own good, Y/N, trust me," Peter replied, his tone pleading.

"Don't do this," Y/N warned, his desperation turning into anger. He couldn't lose his Mother.

No matter what this guy just told him.

In a surge of fury, Y/N struck out, his fist connecting with Peter's jaw. The blow sent Peter slamming into a nearby wall, but he didn't retaliate. "I don't want to fight you, Y/N. You won't win this."

"I don't care what you think," Y/N spat, his frustration boiling over.

But he knew Peter was right, he couldn't win this. Not right now.

All he needed was to get him away.

The struggle continued, fists flying and grunts filling the air. In a moment of desperate inspiration, Y/N seized Peter's watch, tearing it off his wrist. Simultaneously, he activated the device, creating a swirling portal in the fabric of reality.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Peter's scream echoed as Y/N hurled him into the portal, his form disappearing into an unknown universe beyond.

The portal sealed shut, leaving Y/N standing there, breathless and victorious. He stared at the watch in awe, the realization of what he had just done sinking in. With trembling hands, he attached the device to his own wrist.

"I finally got a damn watch," Y/N whispered, a mix of triumph and disbelief coloring his voice.

With newfound determination, Y/N punched out the tracker.

As he navigated the city, his spider senses guiding him, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that Gwen was waiting for him in dimension 1610. Trusting his instincts, he activated the portal watch and prepared to leap into another universe.

But before he left, he cast a final glance back at his home, a pang of sorrow tugging at his heart. "I'll be back soon, Mom. I promise," he whispered, his voice barely audible against the backdrop of the bustling city.

With determination fueling his every movement, Y/N stepped through the portal.

Earth 1610

Gwen and Anya stood at the front of a roof, a team of diverse Spider-People assembled behind them, ready to embark on their mission through the portal.

Among them stood Peter B. Parker, Pavitr Prabhakar, Hobie Brown, Peni Parker, Spider-Ham, Spider-Man Noir, Margo Kess, and Mattie Franklin. They gazed at the shimmering portal, anticipation coursing through their veins, when suddenly, they heard a loud thud. Another member had joined their ranks.

Gwen smirked knowingly, recognizing the newcomer.

With stingers unleashed, Y/N L/N threw off his mask and hood, revealing a massive scar over his eye. The others greeted him with nods and words of welcome.

"Look who's here!" Spider-Ham exclaimed cheerfully.

Y/N nodded in acknowledgment as he exchanged greetings with his old acquaintances.

"Nice digs, mate. I knew you'd show up," Hobie remarked, offering a nod of approval.

Peter attempted to break the tension, complimenting Y/N on his fresh new suit. However, Y/N's stern gaze conveyed his lingering mistrust.

Peter understood and silently resolved to earn Y/N's trust back. Meanwhile, Y/N affectionately ruffled Mayday's hair, acknowledging her presence among the group.

As the spiders prepared to venture through the portal, Y/N watched them depart, a sense of determination burning in his eyes.

Gwen glanced back at him, her smirk inviting him to join them.

"You coming?" she asked.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding resolutely.

"Yeah," he replied.

With a swift motion, he threw on his mask and followed Gwen through the portal.

He always wanted to be in a band, and this was probably the best he was going to get. Sure, there's some kinks to work out with some members.

But he wouldn't have it any other way.

You want in?

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Earth 42

The night air in Brooklyn was thick with tension as the massive symbiotic monster prowled through the dimly lit streets. Its alien eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity as it surveyed the area, searching for its target. Suddenly, it caught sight of a group of men gathered in a shadowy alleyway, their nervous whispers barely audible over the distant sounds of the city.

With a low growl, the symbiote leaped down from its vantage point, landing in front of the startled men with a thunderous thud. They stumbled back in fear, their faces pale in the eerie light of the moon.

"Where is Mac Gargan?" the alien demanded in a voice that reverberated with menace, its tendrils writhing menacingly around its hulking form.

The men exchanged fearful glances, their silence met with a violent onslaught from the symbiote. It lunged forward, tendrils lashing out to brutally toss the men around like ragdolls. Bones cracked, screams pierced the night, but still, they refused to speak.

The last man, trembling in the grip of the alien, held onto his defiance like a shield. "I ain't telling you jack, freak!"

The symbiote's eyes narrowed, a growl rumbling from its chest. "Suit yourself, asshole."

In one swift, brutal motion, the symbiote sank its teeth into the man's skull, tearing it from his body with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed, painting the ground in a grotesque display of violence as the lifeless body fell to the ground.

With its task complete, the alien turned its attention to the skies, soaring through the night with an otherworldly grace. Its destination: Queens.

As it descended upon the borough, the symbiote's gaze fell upon a graffiti-filled mural, depicting the face of a woman with the words:

Jessica L/N

Rest In Peace

Mother
Wife
Leader

As the symbiote looked at the mural with an almost reverent gaze, it began to shift and contort, transforming back into a human figure.

Y/N L/N stood there, his eyes fixed on the mural dedicated to his late mother. A deep, haunting sadness clouded his gaze as he whispered, "Rest in peace, Mom."

His moment of reflection was interrupted by a call on his phone. Y/N answered, his voice cold and detached. "What do you want, Dad?"

On the other end of the line was a man named Jacob L/N, his voice tense with urgency. "Go to Brooklyn. Aaron's place, something weird came up. Miles is already there."

"I was just there, but sure, Dad," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"We need to go," the symbiote whispered in his mind, its alien voice a constant presence.

Feeling the symbiote's insistent urging, Y/N slowly felt its influence growing stronger, its dark tendrils creeping through his mind and body. His thoughts became clouded, his emotions dulled by the symbiote's overwhelming presence.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a text notification. It was from Gwen Stacy, his girlfriend. Despite the alien's urging to ignore it, Y/N's curiosity got the better of him. He glanced at the message briefly, seeing Gwen's name illuminated on the screen.

"I'll check it later," he muttered to himself, trying to focus on the task at hand.

With a deep breath, Y/N surrendered to the symbiote's control as it enveloped him completely. His body tensed as the alien took hold, its dark energy pulsating through his veins. In an instant, he leaped upward, propelled by the symbiote's strength, towards the distant skyline of Brooklyn.

Earth 61

Peter Parker wandered through the bustling exhibit at Oscorp Industries, his curiosity piqued by the intriguing displays and demonstrations. As he meandered through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of loneliness gnawing at him.

He had invited his friends, including Y/N, to join him at the science exhibit, but they all had other obligations. Mary Jane, his girlfriend, was engrossed in her internship at the Bugle, leaving Peter to explore the exhibit alone.

Amidst the chatter of the crowd and the hum of scientific machinery, Peter's thoughts drifted to his neglected friendship with Y/N. He regretted how quickly he had become consumed by his relationship with Mary Jane, inadvertently neglecting the bond he shared with his best friend.

Determined to make amends, Peter resolved to reconnect with Y/N as soon as possible. But for now, his attention was captured by the nuclear radiation exhibit being presented by Norman Osborn, the CEO of Oscorp Industries.

As Peter listened intently to Osborn's presentation, he jotted down notes on his notepad, absorbing every detail with keen interest. Little did he know, a small spider had descended gracefully from above, its delicate form illuminated by the flickering lights of the exhibit.

Unbeknownst to Peter, the spider was inadvertently subjected to a dose of radiation as it descended, causing its vitality to wane rapidly. With a final effort, the spider landed on the ground and began to crawl towards Peter, driven by an inexplicable instinct.

Lost in thought, Peter approached the exhibit, intent on getting a closer look at the fascinating display. An Oscorp worker intercepted him, urging him to keep moving. Oblivious to the danger lurking beneath him, Peter complied, and as he walked away, the spider seized its opportunity.

With a swift movement, the spider crawled up Peter's leg, its tiny form barely noticeable against the fabric of his pants. Suddenly, Peter felt a sharp pain in his hand and instinctively recoiled, muttering a soft "ow" under his breath.

Glancing down at his hand, Peter saw the spider scuttling away, leaving behind a small, barely discernible inscription on its body:

Oscorp

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End of Arc IV