What It Means To Be Spider-Man

2: What It Means To Be A Hero

-

-

-

-

-

-

Miles didn't consider himself a hero, in his own terminology, but using his father's he might just be the only one within the spider society. He couldn't deny the truth in his father's past words, but to Miles that was only a single part of what made a hero. Heroes were not one thing, and yet they were still straight forward and simple.

A hero always tries, no matter how impossible the task. A hero always took responsibility for their actions. A hero always followed their heart, no matter what anyone else might say, they form their own beliefs.

Was he describing himself? Possibly. Did he think of himself as a hero? Nah, but he felt more like one lately than the rest of the universe.

Swinging through the city, Miles stayed in the darkness, surveying the blocks around his home for any signs of Spot. He'd even checked the construction sight when he had first disappeared. To think that the clumsy scientist could've grown to be this powerful this quickly was...unsettling.

During his many minutes alone, swinging precisely from cover to cover, he spent a little bit of it thinking.

If he could defeat Spot, would that end his father's canon event? Or would another replace it? If the former was the case, he'd have to deal with dark matter collapsing into his world.

He had a theory.

Spot was from his world, Spot was his villain. While he didn't exactly want to refer to the laws of the Spider-Verse seeing as he was trying to defy them, if what Miguel said was true, for this explanation he had to.

Each world's spider person always had the facilities to stop their villains. That meant somehow, someway, Miles was equipped with the ability to stop Spot. Now he understood this could easily be false information as both him and Spot were anomalies in the system, but then again that's exactly why it might work.

Miles let his head peer over a corner, only to lock eyes with the headlights of Jessica Drew's motorcycle. He quickly ducked his head back behind cover, relief spreading across his body when she drove past without seeing him perched atop the corner of a building.

He would come to realize in the future moments that it was a bad idea to go looking for one thing, when something else was chasing you.

Miles' heightened senses screamed at him mere milliseconds before Miguel's broad body collided into the glass building where he had just been. Flying through the air, Miles watched his futuristic armor accommodate for his claws as he dug into the glass, lunging after him.

Landing on the building across the street, Miles stared down the vampire-like man.

"I'm done running." He decided.

Miguel didn't answer, dead set on simply stopping him as he shot towards him. A few things about Miguel, he was fast, powerful and hard to predict like an animal lashing out at it's prey. The one thing was, while hard to predict, his outlashes and aggressive movements were less fluid and if maneuvered properly, led to blind spots.

Miles lunged at Miguel as the older man did the same, just before they met in the middle of the air above the crowded night's streets, with the cold rain tapping their bodies, Miles turned invisible.

Attaching his webs to the building Miguel had jumped off of, Miles changed the angle of his flight path. Miguel, who Miles had figured out by now, didn't have a natural spider sense, slashed downwards where Miles should have been.