The air was heavy, like it always was when the sun went down, and darkness blanketed over the concrete jungle.

The threat of gang violence, muggings, murder, and the flamboyant and infamous psychopaths that hid in the shadows was enough to motivate someone to have a quiet night indoors.

Over the last two years, gun trafficking in New York had grown to an all time high. Somehow, mobsters were periodically importing and exporting their 'merchandise' via boat, from several european countries to the docks. Fisk, Tombstone and even Doc Ock were getting deliveries of guns and tech.

But the problem was that these shipments were being robbed; a fourth party had been attacking and vanishing just as quickly before anyone could retaliate.

The webslinger soared through the sky, leaping rooftops and yanking himself forward with every web. He'd gotten word on a possible hideout of the mysterious fourth party, it was a school in Brooklyn. It had been temporarily shut down due to renovations.

Arriving on the scene, on a rooftop opposite the school. Spidey reloaded his web-shooters as he carefully scoped out the building. /I'd love a burger, one with extra cheese. A big juicy one but I'm stuck here. Hero time./ he thought as perched on the ledge.

Infiltrating the building was going to be fairly easy. The operation was run by a group of low level wise guys, and putting it simply, they were lazy. They missed things; didn't pay attention. Three of them circled the fence around the school armed with Star Wars type guns. Could mean serious damage.

He leapt forward and into a dive, the wind rushing against the fabric of his suit. With a web or two he launched himself behind the fence and to the side of the school. They hadn't spotted him. The nearest thug was webbed to the wall and his gun was web-yanked into the webhead's hands.

"Fancy stuff, these idiots are either aliens or someone's stealing advanced tech," he mumbled as he gave the gun another look over.

His spider-sense buzzed when the other two thugs headed his way. He webbed the gun he took to the wall and hurled into action.

Time slowed it seemed whenever he fought danger and his spider-sense sychronized pefectly with his physical being. A boot to the face and a web-yank against the fence took out one of the two thugs. The other one charged up his gun and took aim. Spider-Man shot a web to the guy's face and blinded him.

Pulling the gun with a web and smacking it against the goon's head was enough of that. He webbed his unconscious foe to the fence and broke the gun in half. /That's all three of them. Time to do a little investigation inside./

A second floor window at the rear of the building was slid open, he slinked through, making no sound at all.

The building stunk like sulphur and garbage. The old floor was stained and dirty. And the walls that were once white were now yellow and brown.

He crawled over the ceiling, heading down the dim-lit hallway. His spider-sense had mellowed which he thought was odd but paid it no further mind. There was no sign of activity on this floor past or present.

"Okay, Webhead. Any other bright ideas?" he scoffed before a headache nearly dropped him to his knees. "What...the...HELL!?"

It was over as quickly as it began and he was puzzled. His spider-sense buzzed very softly in the back of his head. A muffled energy blast, it came from the basement that much he knew.

He'd reached the main floor soon enough and the buzzing acted like a GPS. He followed it and ended up in front of the basement door. "Here we go," he said before opening it.

As soon as he walked the first few steps a hidden sensor activated and a strong electrical surge literally shot him off the stairs and unconsciously down the basement.

It was a primed shot that had been charging a while. Someone had already tripped the initial alarm but was fast enough not to trigger the attack. His spider-sense hadn't caught up to it, must've been that headache that crossed his wires.

It took about a good half hour before he regained consciousness. His eyes were blurry and a blinding white light made it harder to adjust. There was a vague black mass that filtered through the light.

"What...I'm gonna...you're not getting.." he babbled.

"Ease up, dude. No one gonna do you nothin' and especially not me," spoke an unknown but younger voice. Male too that much he gathered.

And like a flash his senses were on point and he reacted by jumping backwards and into a fighting stance. "...This is a joke...right?" he questioned in disbelief.

The figure before him sported a very familiar costume. It was a black suit with red webbing and a spider symbol on the chest. Wide-eyed reactive lenses stared at him, a mask so similar yet different. It was Spider-Man.

"I don't get it either trust me. I came here yesterday, sucked up into another world," the black suited wallcrawler stated.

"Sucked up?"

"Yeah, I tried to stop Ock from unleashing some sort of high-energy device on the city. A burst of light and suddenly I'm here!"

"You fought Doc Ock? So there's more than one of that nutjob?"

"Damned if I know, Peter."

"...Who's Peter?"

The other Spider-Man approached, he was smaller in muscle and height.

Parker stepped back and the room they're in suddenly hit him. It was way too big for a regular school basement, looking more like the inside of a shipping container. Metal crates everywhere and a few computers. The ceiling was covered with thugs webbed and hung.

"You did all this?" Parker asked.

"Yeah. Not my best work but it looks cool!" the other Spidey said with a child-like enthusiasm.

Peter suddenly removed his mask and gave an awkward smile. "Kinda useless now, wearing this," he said.

"I know," the other webhead replied in kind and removed his mask as well. A fresh-faced, African-American kid with a short afro stared at him with a smile.

"I'm Peter Parker, though you apparently knew that," Peter said while extending his hand.

"Yeah, I won't tell on you. My name's Miles," he replied and shook Peter's hand.