A/N: I have plenty of more to say at the end. This Epilogue is sort of gonna map out and opening doors to other stories I can write, if I ever come back to this, which I don't know. This was a project that should've been done a while back, as it was started back in 2018 and took me a lot longer to finish, I had overcome Writer's block and I did it, I finished it, finally. After all this time, if you have writer's block and you know you have to overcome it, you can, and I believe you can. Anyway, I have a lot more to say at the end, Enjoy!
Epilogue
(Earth-120703)
Parker Grave, Harlem Cemetery (10:30am)
It's official. Spider-Man is dead, and People are morning. Not a single person would ever thought this day would come. Not even The Daily Bugle themselves would had thought that at some point in time, they would be getting sources, that Spider-Man is pronounced dead by May Parker. Spider-Man's real name was Peter Parker, her nephew.
Aunt May always grew worry of Peter every time he comes home late, but after finding out why, it broke her, she has nothing. She had been eating less, drinking less, not even taking a shower. She looked like she was waiting to be taking, so she could be together again. But the only time she ever stepped out of that house, was to Harlem, to see her Ben and Peter. Every morning at ten-thirty in the morning. Aunt May would gather herself, call a taxi to Harlem, passing a gloomy Time square, she saw many fans, holding Spider-Man bouquets and flowers at the Big Apple, holding up Candles, as they stare in tears at the Spider-Man symbol on a giant billboard, Some just moved on and went about their normal days.
Crime rates will never be the same, May thought sipping her iced mocha latte. Those bastards can't do shit about it, after what Peter had done for them?
Ten minutes later, she would arrive at Harlem and be glossing over Peter and Ben's grave. She sniffs. and reaches down into her purse and pulls a pink peony that looked alive as ever. She drops it on the Parker's grave. She couldn't help but let a tear trickle down her cheek and onto the fallen leaves. She veers and saw Gwen and George's grave.
She launches a tear for her family. May always wanted to help Peter after she died. But May remembers Peter's shoulders shrugging at her every time she brings her up. But, now that he's dead, she knows he's free.
She reaches deep into the soil and said, "Goodbye son."
She walks from The Parker grave. The whistling leaves blows the Parker grave.
Whoosh! A pair of feet steps into the view of the grave. A lady who stood tall and was trembling out of anxiety. She wore a black and gray spandex suit and a red mask, only wrapping her nose to her chin. Her heritage was Asian. She pulls her mask.
Cindy Moon has grown three to four inches the last time she was here. Her hair had two buns, like Princess Leia. She crouches and firmly grabs the soil and flays it on the May's peonies.
"He says I'll be ready soon, then I'm ready to protect your city." She said and read the inscribed on the grave to herself.
'With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility.'
She un-crouches and veers to a tree and finds Peter B. Parker, wearing his same ol' Spidey-outfit, while eating an extra-large Pepperoni Pizza, and finds her. Cindy sighs, and looks back to the grave.
"Bye, Daddy." She whispers. She walks to Peter B, leaving the grave.
The wind brushes the soil off the peonies. As a smile from the grave of Peter Andy. Parker gazes at his daughter.
I'm proud of you Spider-Woman.
4 2
(Earth-65)
An Alleyway (8:00pm)
Gwen Stacy couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes flooded with tears. She slides against the damp wall and sits on the floor with pee water.
She wouldn't dare to look at her hands, but she did anyways. Her hands were covered in blood, most from her knuckles, stretching to her forearms. That guilt made her hands tremble with anxiety. She had to close her eyes.
You will pay Spider-Woman!
SHUT UP!
She remembered that roar she gave to Frank Castle, launching herself at her. She gave him the beatdown of a lifetime. His skull was crushed to on the rooftops and bleeding to death. She remembers the scream and telling herself.
No. God. Oh god, please no!
Her father came just in time. the rooftop was covered in dust, while the police copter was coming in hot. And remembers the words that would haunt her.
Gwen, your gift as Spider-Woman was something I never understood, until now. It's time to turn myself in.
What? No. No! Dad You can't do this!
My responsibility as a police officer is to protect my city, my responsibility as father is to protect you as my daughter. Now go, Go!
She remembers fleeing, weeping, running, then five minutes later, she would walk along the sidewalk(, hide in the valley,) and just couldn't take it She scrolls through the blue slips from the Daily Bugle.
"TOP COP CAUGHT IN THE WEB! WILL BE TRIALED FOR FIRST DEGREE"
Gwen gags at the news and throw her phone deep in the shadows. But something was off, as She never heard it crash onto the damp pavement.
Her Spider-Senses tingle.
"Ba, Ba, Black Sheep, Have you any wool, yes sir, yes sir, three bags full."
A tall, lanky, slick man, in a red suit, with a gold skull cap for his black cane, his hair auburn, and the lenses of his sunglasses were red.
Gwen glares, but never stared at him. "What do you want."
The Man crouches. "I know a sad puppy when I see one Ms. Stacy. I know you happened to have (a) fucked up father."
"Shut up, Matt." She said.
"I shut up when I have to, alright? Now do you want my help or not?"
She finally looks at Matt, and glares. "Help me?"
"What?" He said. "I was, a lawyer in Hell's Kitchen? If we can just break your stupid father's ego and get him to join in. It would make my life, and yours, easier."
"If I don't?"
"Obviously would be harder."
Gwen twiddles her fingers and gazes at the blood on her hands.
"Obviously, it was bullshit when your father turned himself in, even though you gave Frank Castle a living hell. But this could be the beginning of something Ms. Stacy."
She taps her Jordan's the ones Miles's got for her at his world. She sighs. "You promise. No fucking around, or any of that shit?"
"No Guarantees." He said. "But, I always commit promises to my clients."
Gwen now had horror all over her eyes. It was a life decision. To free and fix herself from this mess since Peter's death, or be clinging to that guilt now that she had just sent her father to death sentences for first degree murder. She stands, glaring.
"Deal." She mutters.
Matt smiles maniacally and the man has so many plans and tricks up his sleeves. He blows a whistle and five groups of ninjas appears in the alley from above and kneeled before Gwen Stacy and—
"The Kingpin! Is at your service, Ms. Stacy! Where shall we start?"
I'm fucked.
4 2
(Earth-928)
Miguel's Lab, Mini-Collider (23:59 Military time)
It's ancient.
A phrase that made Miguel O'Hara think long term. My god did that phrase made him curious. He remembers after saying his goodbyes to Miles. Miguel immediately blurts.
"Lyla. Resume Project Spider-Verse."
Though, Lyla is a sarcastic AI, who is Miguel's person assistant, that was killed in an accident at the lab and transfer her skeletal body as his AI. Miguel and Lyla have been a hit and miss somewhat and bantering and bickering like an angry couple at times. They have been mediocre most of the time.
Sometime after Miguel bought some parts, and made some new one. He would them while the two, were arguing about Miguel hitting up with girls as if he was cheating on her, but Miguel had to remind her.
"Lyla! You're an Artificial Intelligence, not a human being!"
"Still! It's a relationship! With me!"
Miguel had been studying the multiverse for almost three years, and since he had been working for Alchemax whom attempt to break the barriers and venture through the multiverse. But it was only pieces of multi-verse.
"So it's that big huh?" Lyla crosses her arms while, Miguel was typing data into the control pod and was typing in codes, connecting his original goober design. After five thousand times trying to rebuild this thing!
"Yes, Lyla, it's called the Multi-Way." He said. "Its where the main core universe that are most similar to each like, 616 is the sun, 1610 is like earth. It's like branches of alternate same realities."
Miguel finds Lyla laughing her ass off. Which made him raise an eyebrow. "What the hell are you laughing?" He said.
"I'm sorry!" Lyla chuckles. "Multi-Way? Like multiple directions or something?!"
That is so not funny. Miguel fumes his arms. "Have you ever heard of a Milky-Way?!"
Lyla straightens and brings up a google search for Milky Way, "The Milky Way is the galaxy that contains our Solar System, with the name describing the galaxy's appearance from Earth—"
"I know what the hell a Milky Way is!"
"Well you asked!"
Miguel was still yelling at Lyla, about the Multi-Way, while finishing, installing the last part, and then goes to his laptop and type in a data code and activates the machine. It begins to spark, then a purple portal opens. It works. He looks at the data, that shows the map of a small dome surround 616, 1610, 65, 928, 8311, 90214, and 14512. Now showing millions more outside. Jesus!
Miguel steps onto the platform, about five feet from the portal. Miguel raises his hands and snaps his fingers. Lyla knew that's him saying, Get me my Goober. The Goober glides towards Miguel and snugs right into Miguel's arm. He felt a tight sharp pain in his veins as shakes of the pain. He activates his goober. Miguel veers to Lyla.
"Wish me luck."
Miguel breathes and puts a foot in the portal. Before getting sucked in!
He flies through swirls of purple, blue, white, and pink. He sought many, many Spider-Men. He saw one with four arms, another dressed like a Rockstar, he flew across the multi-verse, before feeling like he crashed through glass and felt like he was in out space. His screams sounded like chipmunks, before being sucked into a one world outside of the dome.
4 2
(Unknown)
Streets of New York
Miguel felt like he hit the train and sat up with his back burning. He couldn't even take a moment to realize he was on the streets of New York, But, he's never seen a New York City like this. The buildings were desolated, abandoned, vomiting lavafalls. The Sun looked twice the mass it's size! He wonders if he traveled 1 billion years into the future!
But he never even bothers that, cause his Spider-Senses was hurting like a scar scratched across his face of a dangerous presence. What the hell is this! He gazes up, and-
a figure came out from the flipped, burnt cars. The figure was a man, more like an apparition, but it was physically there. Whatever it was Miguel felt a lump of clay in his throat, like his Spider-Senses are telling him to not fight him but to run. For the first time he was scared.
Tasty. Tasty. Beautiful totems.
Miguel faints.
4 2
Miguel opens his eyes. He gazes everywhere, it looked like he was in Rome, but underground. It looked like a Colosseum, but had ancient markings, in the tunnel. He found one that made his lenses go ballistic.
The Dagger, The Jackal's Dagger. In the hands of a Spider-Man fighting against a group of five strange beings.
"You came a long way to meet usss" A male voice hissed. "I plea with you Miguel O'haraa. Join usss"
Who is that? Miguel thought.
"See for yourself." It says.
Miguel starts walking out of the tunnel. He enters the main stage, all sand and dirt, no seats, just broken wood, and some sand, and some soil. Just webs tangled above the roof like, like a neat Spider Habitat, but they were so thick and— What the hell is that?!
Miguel saw a giant being, eight giant gold mechanical legs, and a gold abdomen, with ancient marks inscribed on it, and the top part of the body was malnourished and human like, with a helmet that had six eyes. It was chained on the webs, as Miguel saw something intriguing. Parts of the web was missing. The Webs that connected shaded white, the webs that are not, just fade.
"Welcome Miguel O'Hara. The Two-thousand-and-ninety-nine Spider-Man are you?" A female speaks from the vale loom shadows under this giant spider-like being.
"Where am I?" Miguel said. "Show yourself."
"Indeeed." The female voice was in a floating wheelchair, she looked at most nine feet tall with a big red dress, and her eyes were covered by a blind fold, and her hair was braided back. "You are in Earth-zero-zero-one young Miguel."
Miguel gapes. Shit! This was the world Liv talked about?!
"Yes. This one."
Miguel shakes his head. "How are you reading my mind."
The female continues. "My name is Cassandra Webb, Madame Web. What you saw was a taste of danger, and you happened to be lucky I found you before they could take you."
"What? What are you talking about?!" said Miguel.
The Spider-Like being lifts it's head. "Those beings are nothing like you've seen. They will hunt you, tear you, play with your fears, and most of all will steal your flesh and soul. A loud me to introduce myself, Miguel O'Hara. I am The MASTER WEAVER!"
Jesus did you really had to go all out UFC?
"And you happened to become a part of a long century battle for the ages and the survival of your lives as Spider-Men and Women."
"Okay, but." Miguel gazes at the large webs. "But how do know my name?"
"What you're staring at is the WEB OF LIFE AND DESTINY! The keey to all powers of the Spider-Gods."
"Spider-Gods?"
"The Source of your powers Miguel. That is the job of The Other. He's dead."
Miguel took in this information, and was looking around piecing everything together from this one being, why he had been seeing things about the multiverse and why it was so delicate that not another universe should know. But then he echoes Master Weaver's phrase of 'battle for the ages.'
"And What battle?"
"This includes all Spider-Men and Women" Weaver booms his dull voice. "And you're a part of this too."
Miguel pulls his mask and gazes at Master Weaver, "Why am I a part of this?"
Madame Webb snaps her fingers and reveals a large Web that shines white and Miguel stares at it. "You'll see."
4 2
(Earth-616)
Sewers
Show me. Was all he said. He arises as a 18 century men with rich clothing, almost like a pirate mix with Nosferatu. He saw a vison, scavenging the great web he always calls it. He saw a little girl with another Spider-Men, but she wore a black and gray spandex with a red mask covering her nose to her chin, only showing her bright aqua eyes.
Things seem so array, and so many centuries scavenging the multiverse for totems, for his family. After the trouble he has caused them, at the time, he once attempted to murder the Master Weaver. He remembers his mother scolding him to kill it, but he only vague her words after letting his heart come when the Weaver spoke.
You only came close cause you had the heart too. But it was never to kill.
He remembers hesitating that caused his mother's death. That one SNAP! Changed his life. He remembered his Brute Father holding a metal mask that he now wore for centuries. He remembered his words.
"You bring shame upon us Karn. You will pay for her debt, and mine. Collect as much totems as you can, thus You shall return to us."
He vowed and has done for centuries and he still has refused to let him back, they only asked more from him. But he lived with it until Karn proves himself worthy of the family. And that staff he had, was his source of food, as he can't eat through his mouth, due to his mask.
He even had an intervention with Miguel O'Hara of Earth-6375 and had the most beautiful time. He licked his lips inside that helmet, from his giant gold spear that steamed red. Like The Jackal's Dagger! And every amount of life force slurping into his stomach that turned Miguel into a mummy.
But now after saving half for his family. It has been years since the Great Web broke through that helmet and that picture of the little girl gave him an idea.
She's here?! He thought. The Bride is here?!
Karn falls in shitty water, he breathes through his helmet, as if he were Darth Vader. He recollects his thoughts and gathers himself. He criss cross on the shit water and his spear shines red. He appears at a family desk, one of his own appears to him, tall, lanky, long straight hair, big red eyes. He grits at him, showing his long fangs. Brother Morlun, Father's favorite, my own brother.
"Have you finish the conquest?" said Morlun.
"Not yet." Karn murmurs.
"Then why have you summoned me?!" Morlun smashes the table.
"The Multiverse has been a secret for centuries. All created by the big bang. We. Became the first beings to exist, even before the dinosaurs." Karn says. "And when our father has discovered the multiverse. He has searched for the ultimate weapon. The Totem Ritual, the key to wield all living animal totem(s), throughout the multiverse and will make father, the most dangerous being in the world."
Morlun sits, rolling his eyes. "What the hell does this have to do, with me being here."
"I have found The Bride, Brother!" Karn slams his spear to the floor. "The Bride is being company, by another Spider-Totem. The Totem that belongs to 616!"
Morlun for the first time after being bored from his ex-brother's appearance. Heard those three numbers and instantly blink. The sweetest of them all?
"Father already has the Scion! If we can retrieve the Bride! The Weaver will grow weaker and The Other will come to us!" said Karn. "Then the Ritual, can be performed."
Morlun sits up and faces Karn, "Are you certain?"
Karn takes an additional step forward. "I have seen it. I have looked with my own eyes."
Morlun opens the door and exits without a word. Karn sighs and veers at the painting of the family. Ah Yes, Jennix, Demos, Obviously Morlun, Father. Mother. Oh Mother, I know I did wrong, but I will correct myself, and that's a promise—
The Door opens again. Karn looked, gape, and got to his knees. "Father." He lets out a cold blurt.
Karn's father Solus, stood as tall as Morlun, but looks bigger than any normal bodybuilder. Perhaps he looked abnormal from his skin, so pale and white as his braided elongated mullet. His clothing was red, and had that same style of clothes Karn was wearing.
"Karn." He growls, he takes a few steps with his boots, booming the wooden floor, and gets nose to nose with his former son. "Could it be true that you have found it."
"Y- Y- Yes Father." Karn stutters. "The Bride is on 616. Your goal isn't far from complete. Again, you have the Scion."
"The Other is dead, Karn. It is too late. The Ritual cannot be perform." Solus says. "Go back to your conquest son, and do not return here, till you are done."
Solus walks from his son.
"But It didn't die father! It only moved on from it's host, the 120703 one, was it's original host, it moved on, once he died!" said Karn.
Solus smiled his white beard and clasps his hands behind his back.
"If you seek redemption, you may." Solus said, "Bring the Bride to me, find the Other's new host, and extract it's life sources, and once you have done that. You shall return home."
Karn's eyes widened. Here those words from his father wanted to make him tear. "I can come home?"
Solus looks to the painting of the family. He looks to the necklace of his wife, it was the shape of a crescent moon, that was missing the top part. He glares at his son.
"For centuries, I have searched throughout the multiverse for the Spider-Gods. Feasting upon totems who stand in my way. And when the Three Gods unite, with the Sacred Totem Ritual. All of the multiverse shall be mine..."
A/N: Thank you to all who have been so patient on this fanfic/story overall and I dare say thank you to all who have followed and supported as it means the world to me that I get to share this version of the Spider-Verse Sequel to all of y'all, let's hope and pray that whatever Sony is doing with Spider-Man into The Spider-Verse 2 is at least as good as the first one… Hope I can come back later, but we shall see! Until then! See y'all real soon!