Spiderman Across The Spiderverse: Y/n X Miles Morales Reader

~chapter 1~

It's been a couple of months of me being back in my universe now, and so far, absolutely nothing has gone my way.

My dad hasn't changed while I've been gone, my sister is still very dead, there's been so much people I've needed to fight and I've barely had space to breathe for a moment to just let myself process everything that went down.

I sit on the rooftop of some dingy old apartment complex, eating my Chinese takeaway. I had managed to snag some money from my dad's wallet an hour ago, and being silk-spider and all, I kind of get discounts when buying stuff. Sometimes. Correction, very rarely.

You might be wondering what the fuck I'm doing going back near my dad, but at the the end of the day, who else have I even got? Yeah, he sucks literal balls, but he's still my dad, and it's not like I have anyone else.

I still think of Miles every day. He showed me what it felt like to be happy again, and now that I'm away from him, I've lost all of that. I still crack jokes while fighting, and I might get a little saracastic when talking to random people, but it's never me truly being myself. Days have blurred together, and at this point, I don't even know what month it is. All I know is that I'm away from Miles, and I hate it.

I take a deep exhale through my nose, finishing my food and packing all of the containers back into the brown paper bag they came in. I drop down from the rooftop and put my rubbish into a bin on the sidewalk, then turn on my heel and shoot my arm up, hitting a Web against an abandoned looking building before I hoist myself up, pulling myself up into the wind and the dull sky.

This time, there won't be a portal coming for me. This time, I won't get a bright beckon of hope. This time, I am completely and utterly alone, I'm left with my misery with no way to run from it.

That's just life, though.

As I pull myself through thin alleyways, shooting with more speed and gaining more momentum, a sudden spine-chilling shiver runs down my back. My spidey-senses. But this time, it was so much more charged. I frown, looking around from the rooftop that I had hoisted myself onto, desperately searching in trying to see the issue.

Why are my spidey senses acting up so bad if there's nothing there?

As I turn around to leave, a loud explosion sounds from behind me, making me zip around to see it. Suddenly, I see a building with grey smoke billowing out of it, the entirety of its roof had caved in on itself.

I let my expression drop. Great, now I have to go deal with this bullshit!

I roll my eyes. It would be so much easier if the police could do their job right, but whenever I'm working, they honestly just get in my way.

I run off of the roof, free falling for 5 seconds before shooting out a Web, slinging myself a couple of feet, increasing it a little more with a flip before shooting out of the opposite wrist, increasing my speed to get to the smoking building as quickly as possible.
My mind goes blank as I shoot through the air. I already know this whole fight is going to be so boring.

I land in front of the building, tumbling a little to soften the impact before getting up and walking inside. The entrance for the building had been broken open, the pillars that surrounded it now crumbling. I walk inside, immediately feeling paper crunching beneath my feet, I look down only to see that it's a bunch of dollar bills.

Oh great, out of all places, this guy chose the bank. If I shove some of the money that's on the ground into my suit, would it really count as stealing?

I ponder on this thought a little before remembering the reason I was here.

"Hello?" I call out into the almost pitch darkness of the building. Everyone knows that yelling into the unknown darkness is the way to go. Ironically, nothing happened.

"HELLO?" I say again, increasing my volume.

"Ok, seriously, you can't just break into a bank and expect me not to come check it out, this is a really shitty bank heist, by the way. You're supposed to be quiet," I stop myself, realising I'm practically giving this person tips on how to steal.

"Hey, look, if you come out right now, I'll let you off easy seeing as it is pride month and all," I mock, still not getting a reply.

"Jesus christ, I know someone's in there! Just come out!" I say this and can't refrain myself from saying one more gay joke.
"I'll support you!"

As silence falls again, I start to get mad.
"My jokes are funny. You can laugh."

I step back a little. Maybe I'm just being super delusional, and I'm actually talking to pitch darkness.

"It's not that funny." A deep voice suddenly sounds from inside the darkness, making me jump a little.

I quickly gain back my composure, "I'm just trying to lighten the mood."

A figure suddenly steps out from the shadows, I immediately take note of their large frame and shoulders. Jesus christ, if I have to fight this guy, it's really going to hurt.

As he steps closer, a giant shiver runs down my back once again. I squint in the darkness, suddenly making out his suit.

"Holy shit, are you -"

"A spider-person? Yes. Yes, I am."