Miles Morales

The whole multiverse thing was strange when you really sat with it. Different worlds, different versions of everything, all connected by the same thread of destiny.

You always liked helping. At fifteen, barefoot in your mother's garden, something bit you, and from there came the powers and a life you hadn't planned for.

By twenty, you'd already lived through your canonical event. Your mother was gone, and you carried that loss with you. But when you joined the Spider-Society, something clicked. You began to understand that things happened because they had to. Miguel made sure you understood that.

Then you noticed strange things in your corner of the multiverse. Glitches, dark patches, dimensional distortions. Miguel called you in to track the original anomaly.

Miles Morales. College student. Your target. You went undercover. That was the plan.

You never expected being around him to feel like that. Being with Miles slowly became something good, something you couldn't ignore. He felt it too. Somewhere in your mind, a different plan began forming, something that looked less like a mission and more like a way out.

But eventually, you had to pull back. You disappeared, put distance between you, and tried to keep everything separate. Miles refused to accept it and followed you all the way to the Spider-Society.

When everyone turned on him and the chase started, you moved first, pulling him somewhere out of sight.

"You knew!" His voice was sharp and hurt. You tried to explain. You took his hands. You tried.

They found you anyway. You got him to the Go-To machine, but he didn't want to leave without you.

You closed your eyes.

"Maybe in another universe."

And you pressed the button.