"How many more Spiders are here?"
It was one of the things Miles had been saying during the Collider Incident. No one really knows the absolute answer to the quantity, but for sure everyone was back at their own realities.
For Miles, being the new Spider-Man meant that he had to keep himself away from trouble when he had a new advantage to create his street art. His father, as some you may know, was also a cop which could lead to awkward pep talks and concerns of "Holy crap, is my son Spider-Man?"
Nevertheless, it was not much of a bother. He'll just do what Spider-Man can do. That means he had to "zip zap zop" once or more a day, and must answer to few to no one.
Peni Parker of Earth-14512 had invented the dimensional watches that can make any of her friends or anyone hop through each dimension without being glitched out. Of course, once everyone was ecstatic to finally have the chance to meet each other again, they had their own ideas of what make through their time together. They all agreed to visit Mile's dimension, since it was the only one they were familiar with and the only place the Spider-Gang had seen each other. One wants to eat in a burger place, while the other wanted to explore more of his world. Today was no else different.
"How about we draw sticks to see who's going to decide" said Spider-Ham, pulling out a handful of straws out of his imaginary back pocket. Noir took notice of this occurrence. Cartoon physic was truly bizarre.
"How about no" was only response Gwen had to give.
Not that she complained of who was doing what, but when visiting Miles, they did the same thing. The Spider-Gang goes to Mile's universe. Then, they were hidden from the public. Oh yeah, while they were exploring their dimensional differences, they had to fight a few racist criminals. And finally, to end the day, they hang around in the Aunt May's House to relax and watch a movie. That was how it was usually goes.
As Gwen's mind continued to ramble, a sudden FLING-! of an object swept pass by her.
"Heads up!" she yelped.
The blade flew rapidly then nearby Miles, missing him by an inch. It sticks to a brick wall with the object similarly resemble a short knife. He swung closer to it to see what nearly hitted him.
"A note?", he wondered. He picked up and unraveled the paper underneath the web. The writing was all in scribbles, but it was still legible. Miles begun to read it out loud.
"Meet us behind about 9 rooftops. From, this kool dood and Spidey Girl."
Right next to the signatures, a doodle of a familiar merc with a mouth that only Peter B. recognized.
"Another Spider?" Peni gasped.
"An alternate Deadpool?" Peter B. spoke.
"A Deadpool?" Miles asked.
"The merc with a mouth?"
"Doesn't ring a bell."
Right. Miles didn't even know that if his world had the merc or not. It didn't matter, however, the gang either have to believe if it was the real meeting or just a trap. Peter B. sighed.
In B's homeworld, Wade Wilson, his Deadpool, would constantly crashed in B's apartment room with a handful of troubles among the way. One day, it will be his mercenary team. The other would brought some of their old enemies and glass shards. Peter mostly had to defend his room before being notified for property damage. For the most part, they were still friends. Wade missed their old adventures together, and even he tried to asked B out for a date or two. He knew that this fantasy will never happen, but he would always support his spidey friend not matter what. Wade Wilson was happened also to be at Aunt May's funeral.
Right back into reality, Peter recalled those memories of his dear friend. The sudden thought made him want to meet him again.
"Peter, you already had your wife back! Why thinking about that merc with that of a smartass mouth?" He thoughtfully beated himself, but underneath the mask, he was smiling.
When he was back to his Earth-616, there was definitely going to be a long heavy talk.