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Beyond the spiderverse || Miles [Spider-man: Across the Spider-Verse]

As the story begins, Miles is bound and trapped by his Earth-42 counterpart, the Prowler. The air in the dimly lit room is thick with tension as both versions of Miles size each other up, their differences as stark as the alternate worlds they come from.

Prowler-Miles circles his captive, his face a mask of hardened resolve. "You don't belong here," he says coldly, his voice devoid of the warmth and hope that the original Miles carries. "This world doesn't need a Spider-Man. And it sure as hell doesn't need you."

Miles, still struggling against his restraints, looks up defiantly. "Every world needs Spider-Man! It's not about the powers—it's about what you do with them. We've both lost people, but we don't have to let that define us."

Prowler-Miles narrows his eyes, his fist tightening at the mention of loss. "You don't know anything about what I've been through. My dad died because no one was there to protect him. Spider-Man? That's just a fantasy where I'm from. In the real world, power is survival."

At this moment, Y/n steps out from the shadows, a figure of unexpected strength and calm. She had been watching, waiting for the right moment to intervene. "And what about choice?" she asks softly, her voice cutting through the tense air. "We can choose how we respond to the pain, to the loss. You don't have to be the villain in your own story, Miles."

Both Mileses turn to her, surprised by her presence. Y/n had traveled through the multiverse to find him, sensing that her friend needed help. She approaches Prowler-Miles cautiously, her eyes filled with understanding. "I've seen what loss does to people. It breaks you, makes you believe that the only way to protect yourself is to shut everyone out, to become something you're not."

Prowler-Miles flinches, a flicker of doubt crossing his face, but his guard remains up. "You don't get it. This world is different. I had to become this."

Y/n shakes her head gently. "No, you didn't. You made a choice—just like the other Miles made a choice to be Spider-Man. That doesn't mean your pain isn't real. But it does mean you can still choose to be something more than just this."

Miles, sensing a shift, speaks up. "I know it feels like the only way to protect people is by controlling everything, but being Spider-Man means trusting others, even when it's hard. We're not anomalies because we're mistakes. We're here to make a difference."

The two versions of Miles stare at each other, the weight of their choices hanging heavily in the air. Prowler-Miles steps back, his mask lowering slightly, revealing the face of a boy burdened by grief and anger. For the first time, he doesn't look like a villain—just a kid who's been forced into a role he never wanted.

Y/n steps closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You still have a choice, Miles. We all do."

The room falls silent as Prowler-Miles contemplates her words. His eyes flicker between Y/n and his counterpart. The chains that hold Miles rattle softly, and in that moment, the tension between them cracks.

"I... I don't know how to be anything else," Prowler-Miles admits, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/n offers him a small, encouraging smile. "You don't have to figure it all out alone. We're here."

With a nod, Prowler-Miles makes his decision. He releases the chains, freeing his counterpart. For the first time in what feels like forever, he lets his guard down, unsure of what comes next but willing to take that step.

Together, the three of them prepare to face whatever lies ahead—both the dangers of Earth-42 and the greater threat posed by the multiverse's unraveling at the hands of the Spot. As they leave the room, the weight of their pasts lingers, but a new path has opened. One shaped by choice, not fate.