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"It didn't hurt me, but you want to feel, how to feel. Do you want to know, know it doesn't hurt me."
It was Angelia. The woman in her dreams was her deceased mother. Well, more like her doppelgänger. She was faceless, but her mannerisms, hair, and outfit were similar, so it wasn't difficult to figure out her identity. However, one thing that messed with her head was that she was ruining Angelia's life.
How did she—a neighborhood-friendly spiderwoman—ruin her life? She was only five years old when her mother died. There was no way Angelia was mad at her daughter from another universe.
She slapped her face multiple times, trying to pull herself together.
She stopped before sighing and taking her shirt off, leaving her in a white tank top. The purple Lichtenberg figures traveled up her arms and up to her neck. It wouldn't be long before she dissipated from the face of the earth.
She heard the door open to her room and quickly put her long-sleeve shirt back on. It wasn't her dad this time, but Miguel. Harley raised her eyebrow. "How did you get in my room?"
"Window." Miguel simply answers as if it were the obvious answer in the world. "Now why don't you tell me what happened?"
"About what?" She murmured.
"About your nightmare yesterday."
"Oh." She rubbed her neck anxiously. "It was just a falling dream."
"A falling dream?" Miguel scoffed. "A falling dream doesn't give you a panic attack and make you cry."
"Well, what if I'm not ready to tell you?" She defended. She didn't want to keep remembering that dream, but it was engraved in her mind.
"What if it's important information?"
"Are you seriously picking information over my feelings?"
"If it helps, then yes."
Harley scoffs loudly, a prominent glare present. She opened the door, only for a hand to slam it shut. Harley turned around and glared at Miguel, whose nostrils were flared and a vein was sticking from his forehead.
"Fine." She takes a deep breath. "Near death experience, purple portal, memories." She turned back around and left the room, the door shuttering from the slam.
A Week Later
On the other hand, Gwen was introducing her friend. "Yes, I know. It's slow. It's his thing. Miguel O'hara meets Miles Morales."
"Hey! Qué tal tio? I speak Spanish." He said it proudly before pulling out an empanada. "Te trajé una empanada."
Miguel webs the empanada into his hand before throwing it away. Not in the mood to play games or be Miles's friend. "Que maravilla"
"Listen, I'm really excited to get going, and I have some fresh new ideas on how to catch the spot. He just wants to be taken seriously, y'know? Like we all do,
"Oh, uh huh, uh huh." Miguel smiles before his face contorts into an enraged expression. Miguel launches the trash can towards Miles. Miles quickly ducks out of the way. "He's worried about the spot. I'll worry about the SPOT!"
"What did I do?" Miles asked.
"Miguel, it's not his fault." Gwen defended.
"You blew another hole in the multiverse!"
"He doesn't know any better."
"I do know what—uh, know what."
"But you did, Gwen." He pointed two fingers at her to emphasize her mistake. He was tired of people making mistakes. Gwen's confidence deflated.
"And you!" He glared at Hobby. "I was going to try to ignore you. I just can't. I can't even." Miguel dismisses Hobby, who was lying down.
"I'm not even here." Hobby mentioned nonchalantly
"What did I say about scaring little kids?" A voice was heard from behind them.
"Who's that?" Miles asked Gwen, who smirked in response. Miles raised an eyebrow in confusion. "That's not an answer."
"Oh, yeah! That's Harley! Harley, meet Miles."
"Hi, Miles." She smiled at Miles, who stared at her for a little too long. He finally snapped out of it before greeting her back.
Miguel, who was watching, rolled his eyes.
"Ohhh, what's for you in a sassy attitude today, Mr. O'Hara?" Harley walks up onto the floating platform. Harley pouts and gently slaps his cheek a few times. "Aww, bullying children again? I thought we talked about this."
"I am not bullying children." Miguel argued.
"Sure, you aren't." She teases, leaving a kiss on his cheek before standing next to him.
Miguel grumbled something under his breath.
Miguel and Harley were still in a weird patch at the moment after the argument. But she partially forgave him.
"Are they like dating?" Miles asked Gwen, who nodded.
"Yup, unexpected if you ask me. I mean, who wants to date a macho man with anger issues?" Gwen whispered, afraid Miguel would fire her on the spot.
"What was that?" Miguel asked Gwen, who looked around before pointing at herself.
"Yes, you." Miguel pointed at her.
"Nothing." Gwen shrugged.
"Hey Miguel! C'mon! Go easy on the kid! He had a terrible teacher." Peter walks on the ceiling with a pink robe on. "He had no chance."
"Peter." Gwen and Miles said it in unison.
"Ohh." Harley grinned at Miguel. "Try not to get too mad at Peter, or you'll get gray hairs." She suddenly reached her hand towards his hair and plucks one out, shoving it towards Miguel's face. "Oops, I found one."
Miguel snatched the strand of hair out of her hand, embarrassed.
Peter and Miles hugged for what seemed to be centuries. "Don't be afraid of my friend Miguel. He just looks scary; he's got no bite."
Peter looks at Harley, who nods in agreement.
Peter grinned, "Harley! I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!"
"Yeah." The woman sheepishly grinned. She then looked toward Miles. "Don't worry, Miles. Miguel won't hurt you. All bark, no bite."
Miguel glared at his girlfriend, who ignored him.
Miles gave an appreciative smile.
Peter looks back at Miles. "You're growing up on me; that's great!"
"You look solid." Miles replied.
"Define solid." Peter lifted Miles's arms into the air. "What happened? You bleeding from the armpits?"
"Peter." Miles murmured, embarrassed by the comment.
"Don't worry about the suit. We'll get you a new suit."
"Peter, you've got to tell them—wait, what is that?"
A squeal was heard. A red-haired baby swung over them.
"Mayday."
"You have a baby!" Miles exclaimed.
"I have a baby."
Mayday continued to crawl on the wall, babbling away.
Peter made his way to grab his daughter.
"Kids are anarchists." Hobie said. He then looked to Harley, who raised her eyebrow. He then gave her a thumbs up. asking her if she was okay. She looked back at Miguel and back at Hobie. She put a thumbs up before turning it to the side. Hobie nodded understandably.
Miguel punched the bridge of his nose with his finger, rambling on about something. Harley rolled her eyes, which Miguel turned around. "Stop rolling your eyes."
"How do you even see that?" Harley asked in disbelief.
Peter showed Gwen and Miles baby pictures, swiping through each of them. Peter then looked up. "Oh, Miguel's going to die."
Peter launched himself onto the platform. He laughed loudly, showing the picture to Miguel. "Look at this one." He then shoved the picture into Harley's face.
"I'm trying to hold an adult conversation." Miguel spoke stiffly as Mayday crawled over his arm and onto his head. Harley lifted her hand and tickled Mayday, who giggled loudly.
"Y'know, you're the only Spider-Man who isn't funny. We're supposed to be funny." Peter complained.
"The fate of the multiverse."
"You always lose me with that." Peter replied as Mayday fell from Miguel's shoulder, and he caught her immediately. "You always say the fate of the multiverse, and my brain dies—oh, you guys smell that." Peter took Mayday from Miguel's hands. "Mayday took a crap. Yup, she's a Parker. That's what happens when a Parker eats an avocado."
"Miles." Miguel began, finally holding on to the adult conversation. "You disrupted a canon event."
"Canon event?" Miles questioned.
"The kid wasn't thinking. It's not how he works." Peter defended himself while insulting Miles at the same time. Bouncing Mayday on the makeshift trampoline he made with the webs.
"That's insulting." Miles commented.
"Taking crap on the establishment. I salute you." Hobie saluted Mayday, who looked at him proudly.
"What are you upset about? I saved those people." Miles explained as Miguel was about to step off the platform.
Harley stopped Miguel. "Take it easy on him. He's just a kid."
Miguel sighed and stepped down from the platform. "And that's the problem. Lyla, do the thing."
"Huh, what thing?" Lyla appeared in her usual pink glasses and white coat.
"What—what do you mean, what thing? The information is an explainable thing."
"Okay."
It turned pitch black as a glowing orb slowly fell down. Red webs surround them, showing all their lives. Harley blew air out of her lips, moving a strand of blonde hair. She suddenly felt her spider tingles kick in.
Her head snapped to the right, and she saw a glowing amethyst floating. She looked back at the others to see if they could see it. However, everyone was too busy with the spiderverse, or Miguel would like to call it the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse. Which sounds equally stupid.
Harley leaves the group and walks closer to the amethyst. The amethyst shakes rapidly as she moves closer. The gem suddenly splits into two and then into three, four, five, and six. It increased until it made a perfect ring, the glow pulsating. Creating a purple portal.
She lifted her hand to touch it but stopped herself. She didn't want to be sucked into another dimension. Although she had hopped through a multitude of dimensions by herself,
Harley pulled her hand away until she was blown away by a gust of wind. Her body landed in the portal. Harley's eyes widened. The last thing she saw was Miles hurriedly running away from Miguel.
