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Difference in status || Miles [Spider-man across the spiderverse]

Y/n stood atop one of the tallest skyscrapers in her dimension, the sleek chrome buildings of the spiderverse aristocracy glinting in the distance. As a high-ranking member of this elite world, she was used to the privileges and responsibilities that came with her position. Her family, renowned throughout the multiverse, had been protectors and guardians for generations. The Spider Society revered her, and her influence reached far and wide. Yet, for all her power, there was a restlessness in her heart—a nagging feeling that something was missing.

She had met Miles Morales by pure chance during a multiverse mission. At first, she hadn't paid much attention to him. In her eyes, he was just another spider-person, albeit from a vastly different background. While she resided in luxury, with resources and connections at her disposal, Miles was from Brooklyn, struggling to balance his responsibilities as Spider-Man with his personal life. He wasn't a part of the aristocracy. He wasn't trained by the best, nor did he have the legacy of spider royalty. But Miles had something that intrigued her—a raw determination to protect those he loved, no matter the cost.

Their paths crossed more frequently, and it became clear to Y/n that Miles had his own battle to fight. His father, Jefferson Davis, was in danger, caught in a web of interdimensional chaos that Y/n's aristocratic circle had indirectly caused. Miles had been running himself ragged trying to fix things, using whatever meager resources he had to save his father and keep his own dimension from collapsing. And all the while, Y/n had watched, offering no help.

The power imbalance between them was stark. Y/n had the means to help Miles, to ease his burden with just a word or a favor to the right person. But she didn't. Not because she didn't want to, but because she knew how dangerous it could be for someone like Miles to owe her anything. In the world of the spiderverse aristocracy, nothing came without a price. And while she respected Miles' independence, she couldn't ignore the growing sense of guilt she felt for standing by while he struggled.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, Y/n found herself standing in front of Miles' hideout in Brooklyn. It was a rundown, modest space—so different from the pristine halls she was used to. She hesitated for a moment, questioning whether she should even be here, but then she saw him through the window. Miles was hunched over a map, his face lined with exhaustion, as he tried to piece together the latest clue in his father's case. 

He hadn't seen her yet, and for a moment, Y/n felt a pang of guilt so deep that it surprised her. Here she was, with all the power in the world, while Miles was barely scraping by, fighting to save his family. And yet, despite everything, he hadn't asked her for help. He was too proud, too determined to fix things on his own.

Y/n knocked on the door, and after a moment, Miles answered. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw her standing there.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" he asked, clearly caught off guard.

She took a deep breath, stepping inside. "I came to talk."

Miles looked confused but didn't argue. He motioned for her to sit, and she did, feeling out of place in the small, cluttered room.

"You've been working hard," Y/n said, gesturing to the papers and maps scattered around. "Trying to save your dad. I've been watching."

Miles narrowed his eyes, his posture defensive. "Yeah, well, someone has to. It's not like I've got the resources you do."

His words hit harder than Y/n expected, the bitterness in his voice a sharp reminder of the power imbalance between them. She knew it wasn't his intention to make her feel guilty, but it still stung.

"I know," she said quietly. "And that's why I'm here."

Miles raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "You're here to help? Why now?"

Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I've been hesitant. Not because I don't want to help, but because... there are rules in my world, Miles. Everything comes with a price. If I were to step in, it could complicate things for you."

Miles stared at her for a moment, processing her words. He was smart—he understood what she was saying. In the aristocracy, nothing was given freely. A favor from Y/n would mean he'd be indebted to her, and that could create even more problems for him down the line.

"I don't need charity," he said, his voice firm. "I can do this on my own."

Y/n respected that about him, but she could see how much he was struggling. He was strong, but he was also just one person, trying to take on a problem far bigger than himself. And despite the power imbalance, Y/n wanted to help him—not as a member of the aristocracy, but as a fellow spider-person. As a friend.

"I'm not offering charity," Y/n said, meeting his gaze. "I'm offering to stand by your side. To help you, not because I expect something in return, but because it's the right thing to do."

Miles looked at her, his expression softening slightly. "You really mean that?"

She nodded. "I do. I know things are different for us. You're fighting battles I've never had to fight. But that doesn't mean we can't work together. I can help you, and you don't have to give up your independence to accept it."

There was a long pause as Miles considered her offer. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay," he said quietly. "But if we do this, we do it together. I'm not gonna be your project or whatever."

Y/n smiled, relieved. "Deal."

And from that moment, their partnership shifted. Y/n used her connections to help Miles track down the people threatening his father, and together, they fought side by side. The power imbalance still existed, but it no longer defined their relationship. Miles was still fiercely independent, and Y/n respected that. She didn't try to control him or take over his mission. Instead, she offered her support when he needed it, allowing him to remain the driving force behind his own fight.

As they worked together, Y/n began to realize just how much she had learned from Miles. His determination, his refusal to give up in the face of overwhelming odds, inspired her in ways she hadn't expected. Despite the differences in their social standing, they had found common ground in their shared values—the desire to protect those they loved, to fight for what was right, no matter the cost.

In the end, it wasn't about who had more power or resources. It was about their mutual respect and the strength they drew from each other. Miles might have been struggling to save his father, but in many ways, he had saved Y/n too—showing her that true strength didn't come from status or wealth, but from the heart.