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Writer Notes; Spoilers for Spiderverse, while I know Aaron's death was to develop Miles I wish Jefferson got to make amend with his brother.
Officer Jefferson was having a rough week, he and his son were struggling and fighting on the time. Miles barely answered his phone whenever he tried to call, it just he wanted more for his son, he's bright and has a future. Plus with Spiderman's death crime has been up then its has ever been. He hated to say it but Spiderman was great deal of help cleaning the city, maybe he judge him to fast and listed to Jameson.
"Crime in processes in Quenns." Dispatch called in.
"On the way," Jefferson called in and turned on his sirens and turn the corner, and nearly hit spiderman? Or a different spiderman? Wait how maybe are there?
Jefferson found spiderman down an empty alleyway, kneeling down to a body.
"Freeze!" Jefferson draw his gun, "turn around slowly."
Spiderman did as Jefferson asked, but turned invisible. Jefferson looked in all directions trying to find him but couldn't. His attention was draw to body that laid in the alleyway who weakly called out to him.
"Jefferson?" Jefferson looked down taking a double take, he believed he was seeing things. But there lying on the ground was is estranged brother Aaron, wearing the Prowler's suit. He knew his brother made so but this. No! There's not time to think about that.
"Aaron?" Jefferson knelt down to check on his brother, the wound was serious and he was bleeding heavily.
"Sorry, Jeff," Aaron said weakly, "God. I let you down, I let your boy down."
"Save your strength." Jefferson said calmly, "We can talk later."
"There might not be a later man." Aaron cough. "I never wanted things to be like things. I am proud of you little brother. You know that right?"
"Arron?" Jefferson was lost at word, holding his brother's arm tightly. "Brother? There's no other way to say it, son. I abandoned you when you needed me most of all. When we needed each other."
"I gave you a good reason, me always the strew up."
"Your not a screw man." Jefferson assured his brother. "I love you, you know that right?"
"I know, I love you too." Aaron gave a weak smiled." Miles. He's a good kid. You raised him right. He'll find his own way, you just got to let him find it." He smiled at his brother one last time, before the hand the was in Jefferson's grip felt limp to the ground. Tears slid down Jefferson's face as he called it in.