There was no way in hell Miles could stay here. Not when everyone here was fine with letting his father die. Not when they all thought they had to follow a canon to be 'better' spider-people. Not when they wanted to lock him up for trying to save his dad.

He was glad his plan to draw them all out worked. If he was right, then most of them would still be getting off the space train and heading down to him. Which would only give him a few minutes to escape the dimension.

Thankfully, the machine seemed to be doing its job. It already scanned his DNA and located a dimension. And the giant metal spider was weaving an energy field around his invisible body. One that was supposed to send him home.

But of course, things couldn't be so easy.

"MILES!"

Miguel tore through the front door like cardboard and started charging toward the Go Home machine like a hungry animal. And his first instinct was to try and break the energy field by clawing at it.

"Shut this thing down! Now!"

"What do you think I'm trying to do?!" Lyla, Miguel's A.I. assistant, fumbled to try and stop the machine in its tracks. Spider-Byte was beside her, trying unsuccessfully to do the same thing.

"Miguel!"

Miles saw the rest of the spider cult start to pour into the room. Peter and Gwen were at the lead, and they did not look happy. Funny enough, they weren't looking at Miles.

"Miles! You don't get it! You'll only cause more damage!"

Miles did his best to block out the vampire. He couldn't let doubts stop him, not when he was already this deep in. Not when he was in this on his own.

But that was the moment that Miguel switched tactics. He knew that trying to break through the energy field wouldn't work. So he went to the source. Jumping on top of the field, Miguel grabbed one of the metal spider's legs. And he tore it off the main body, tossing it aside.

Miles could instantly see the dome he was inside of start to collapse on itself. And the more legs that Miguel ripped off, the less energy the machine could use to send Miles home. And with the field starting to break apart, he could already tell that he wouldn't be.

At least not with this machine.

So Miles took a new risk. He pressed his palm against the breaking energy dome and started absorbing as much residual power as he could. Any energy that would end up wasted was going into him. And with Miguel turning his attention back to Miles, he would need it.

With his work on the robot done, Miguel jumped down and body-slammed Miles. The claws were on his throat. Miles could feel the razor edges on his skin.

"Miguel!" Gwen screamed out, but she was ignored.

"You're not going home kid, so why don't you-?"

Miles let it out. Any remains of the energy dome exploded around him, and it knocked Miguel back several feet. The same went for the other spiders that were too close.

Before anyone could recover, Miles had already turned invisible and disappeared.

Miguel was the first one to force himself back up.

"Spread out and find him. He can't use the machine anymore, but he can still escape."

Miguel was about to go and search, but someone stood in front of him.

"What the hell was that?"

"Gwen, I'm going to need you to…"

"Your claws were on his throat Miguel. Were you trying to kill him?"

Not even bothering to argue, Miguel simply shoved Gwen out of the way to address the rest of Spider society. Peter's hand on the young woman's shoulder stopped her from speaking out just yet.

"I don't care how long it takes, or what we have to break. Find Miles Morales and stop him from returning to Earth 1610. Lyla?"

The program appeared next to him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you track him?"

"Security cameras lost track as soon as he hit you with that blast. He's still invisible, so it's gonna be…"

Miguel noticed when she stopped.

"Lyla?"

"Someone locked your lab."


"Come on. There's gotta be something that vampire prick keeps around here."

A spare watch. A secret passage outside. He'd even take a teleporter to the other side of this dimension if it meant getting out of this building. Every single person in it wanted to lock him in a cage. They were all willing to let his father die to fit an algorithm.

Even…

Shaking his head, Miles forced himself not to think about his former friends and continued to look around. There was nothing around Miguel's console. Nothing he could understand anyway. There weren't even any vents in the room, so there wasn't even a way for him to crawl out of these. And obviously, the vampire wouldn't have any windows for him to break.

"There's gotta be something. Anything!"

The door started to bang. He could hear scratch marks across the metal, so he knew exactly who it was.

"Stop running Morales! I'm not letting you destroy everything!"

Blocking him out, Miles refocused on trying to find a way out. His eyes darted to every corner of the lab. Hobie had taken a bunch of things, and nothing left behind seemed useful.

That was until he saw the giant sheet.

Desperate, Miles pulled the sheet and revealed a machine that looked like a giant octagon. It had its own stairway. So to Miles, it looked like a portal machine.

And since the door was still banging, Miles decided to risk it.

There was a console wired to the machine, so Miles started to press every button he could on it. But no matter how many he pushed or in what order, he could only hear the same response.

"Power Inssuficient"

It wasn't charged. And Miguel was still outside.

"Do not touch anything in there Morales! You don't know what you're trying to do!"

Unwilling to continue listening, Miles decided to make his own power. Using the wires to find the main power generator, Miles stuck his hands to it. And by reverting his new power, he began giving it the energy he had stored up.

So much of his venom strike had been used up already trying to keep Miguel off of him. A blast like the one on the train should have knocked him out. A weaker one had kept Peter down. But Miguel was like a wild animal at this point, so his strongest hit wouldn't do much. And didn't leave Miles with much energy to work with.

But thankfully, it was enough.

It started working immediately. The lights on the console turned on. The octagonal doorway started to power up. And Miles could see beams of blue light starting to form.

Miles had to let go, the machine was taking too much electricity from him. But he was able to give the machine enough juice to stay on, to form what looked like a blue doorway. It didn't look like the dimensional gates the other spiders used, being cyan-colored and completely solid. When Miles stood in front of it, he didn't feel like his atoms were being rearranged. They almost felt… invigorated?

What was this thing?

Miles didn't get a chance to ponder it further. Miguel had already torn through the door with his claws. And now that he was inside the lab looking at Miles, the red of his eyes was apparent.

Those same eyes widened when he saw the machine Miles had activated. But not out of fury or frustration this time. This time it was out of fear.

"Miles, get away from that machine."

Defiant, Miles began to walk towards the blue path.

"Por el amor de dios Miles, don't go in that! You don't know what you're doing!"

Miles turned around.

"I already told you. I'm doing this my way."

Enraged, Miguel began charging at Miles on all fours like a hungry tiger. He might have actually been able to scratch the younger Spider-Man. If not for the web that suddenly caught his foot.

When he heard the body that fell on the ground, both Miles and Miguel were shocked to see the web that stopped Miguel. And the person it was attached to.

"Gwen," Miguel said in a searing warning. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm not letting you kill him Miguel. I didn't sign up for that."

When she looked up, Gwen locked eyes with Miles. He was looking at her with a mixture of confusion, betrayal, and… he just looked tired. Gwen wanted to say something to him. Maybe an apology.

But Miles had already masked his face and turned around.

When Gwen found herself webbed up from behind and knocked on the ground, Miles had already gone to the other side of that portal. It closed after him.

Everything was quiet for a moment when he was gone. And then Miguel yelled.

"Pinche hijo de su puta madre! He's going to kill all of us now!"

Every spider in the room could only watch in trepidation as Miguel continued to tear the entire room to pieces. He slashed the technology and demolished whatever was in front of him. His rage was especially focused on the metal octagon Miles used to escape. It was only when Peter spoke that he stopped.

"Miguel, calm down! We can find him! Where did that thing send him?"

Even though he heard him, Miguel chose to ignore Peter. He instead turned his attention to Gwen. It was why the spiders holding her put her on her feet.

"Do you have any idea, any fathom, of what you've just done?!"

"Do you?!" Gwen fired back. "I understand why you want to stop him, but you almost ripped his head off. We're not supposed to kill Miguel!"

"It's one life vs trillions Gwen. And now you've just made it all worse!"

Miguel approached the ensnared girl with his claws out. If not for Peter getting in between them, Gwen was sure he was going to turn them on her.

"This isn't the time for that Miguel. We need to focus. Where did that machine send Miles?"

Miguel scoffed at the question. "Time…"

Confused, Peter repeated himself. "Miguel, where is Miles?"

Gwen could see Miguel's shoulders sag. Like had just… given up.

"You're asking the wrong question Parker. I'm not worried about where Morales ended up. I'm worried about when."

It took everyone a moment to get what Miguel meant. And when they did, they were all stunned into silence.

"Miguel, why do you have that here? Why do you have that?"

"I stole it from Alchemax years ago. A scientist called Sloan tried to change events from my timeline. I stopped him and hid the machine. It was never supposed to be used."

Pater turned around to look at Gwen, and she knew they were both thinking the same thing.

What was going to happen now?

They got their answer immediately when the spiders around them began to explain. A lot of them were worried. And it was easy to see why.

Their bodies were starting to decompose. They were turning into blue light. When the webbing on her decomposed, Gwen was able to stand and see the same happening to her.

It didn't hurt the way glitching did. It almost felt like her simply going numb. But that didn't mean she enjoyed the experience.

Neither did any of the spiders that were gone now. They had all turned to nothing, gone into the wind.

Gwen saw Jess hugging her stomach as she began her erasure. She whispered something, but Gwen didn't hear it.

She saw Peter doing the same with Mayday. He comforted her so she wouldn't be afraid as everyone disappeared.

Soon it was just Miguel and Gwen remaining. And Miguel refused to leave without the final say.

"Whatever he does now Gwen, it's on you."

Miguel was wiped away, leaving Gwen all alone. The walls and the ground under her feet were disappearing with everyone else, and her own hands were turning to light. She could feel the way her body was losing feeling.

But that wasn't what she focused on. In her last moments, Gwen could only think about one person. The first one she had called a friend in a long time. The one she cared about more than she had been willing to admit.

The one she betrayed. The one that left her.

"I'm sorry Miles."


When Miles could open his eyes again, he realized that he wasn't falling anymore. And he was also… comfortable?"

Taking in his surroundings, Miles instantly realized where he was. He recognized those sheets. He recognized the wooden bunk above him. He recognized the posters for bands he never listened to. He recognized the smell of old bleach from the carpet. And he certainly recognized the sound of snoring from the person on the top bunk.

He was in his dorm room.

Looking at the top bunk to see the messily sleeping Ganke was the confirmation Miles needed. He was back at Visions.

Letting out a breath, Miles relaxed on the bed.

"Portal sent me home. I'm... back here."

It wasn't what he had expected, but this was something he could work with. Since he was in his bed at school, he had probably been gone for longer than he thought. Time did work a bit differently between dimensions, so it made sense that he had missed the weekend. But considering what he had been through, having to come back to school was the least of his worries.

But Miles couldn't afford to relax for long. Only taking an extra moment to relax on his pillow, Miles quickly got up and searched for his suit. It was still closed up in the sack under the beds, which he would question later.

Once he was changed, he had to make sure he still had time. Miguel had told him that his father would die against the Spot in two days, and Miles had no idea how many he missed. He needed to know how much time he had left to try and save his dad.

Finding his phone under his pillow, Miles checked the date.

"What?"

That didn't make any sense. Miles went to the calendar to make sure, but it was telling him the same thing. He checked the news sites, but there were all stamped with the same date.

The wrong one.

"Hold on.."

Miguel's dimension looked like the future. He had technology that could keep people stable in other dimensions. His suit was made of nanotech. Did that mean he could…?

No. No, that had to be impossible. Right?

Miles jumped out of his window.


They were safe. They were sleeping soundly in the same bed Miles had always seen them in. His father had his arms wrapped around his mother, keeping her close while they both rested. Neither of them seemed the least bit alarmed.

The same could not be said about the vigilante sticking to the wall watching them sleep.

Miles almost teared up under his mask. His parents were alright. They weren't in any danger. And he could keep it that way.

But first, he had to confirm the situation. And the only way he could think to do that was by sneaking into his room. And when he looked at his shelf, he found all the proof he needed.

The collectible was still in its plastic. The toy was still locked up and valuable.

Taking off his mask, Miles picked up the toy and stared at it. In his mind, he could vividly remember the painful moment when Gwen ripped the plastic and drove down the value of the toy. He could remember the exact sound he had made then. But that memory seemed like a fever dream when he had the enclosed collectible in his hands.

Putting it back on the shelf, Miles fell back on his bed. With the date on his phone and the toy on his shelf, he could deny the truth no longer.

"I'm in the past."

A few days before he met the Spot, to be precise. A few days before he met with the school advisor. A few days before… Gwen dropped into his room.

Groaning and rubbing his eyes, Miles tried to make sense of the situation he found himself in. And he tried to order the questions that were popping into his mind.

"Why would Miguel just have a time machine laying around in his lab? Did he ever use it? And why would it send him here? Would they even know that I remember the future?"

The last question bought a horrifying realization to Miles. He was in the past, but that technically didn't change anything yet. Miguel's cult was probably still going to send Gwen to catch Spot in a few days. And they were going to be just as willing to let his father die as they were when he escaped. Nothing had changed yet.

The only difference was that Miles knows things now. He knows about canon events. He knows why none of his old friends were coming to see him. He knows about the spider that gave him his powers.

Most importantly, he knows about Spot. He knows what the villain wants. So maybe… maybe he can do things differently.

Lying on his bed, Miles comes up with an idea. It's a crazy idea and one that no one would think about. But after everything he had gone through, this seemed like the best idea since sliced bread.

Getting out of bed to enact the plan, Miles heard something fall on the ground. He saw his sketchbook, open to a recent page, laying on the floor.

Just yesterday (Was it yesterday? Time travel was messing with his head already) he would have stared at his drawings with a sense of nostalgia and longing. A desire to see his friends again. To see her again.

But he didn't feel the same way anymore. He picked up the book, closed it, and after a moment of hesitation, threw it in the trash. He jumped out of his window and swung across the city. He had an apartment to find.


Jonathan Ohnn wished that it was only difficult to make food. It felt almost impossible to do with all his ingredients constantly disappearing.

"Oh Come On! I just got that new salt."

The container had slipped into one of his spots and ended up outside the window. So he was going to have to eat his eggs dry.

If he could even manage to finish making them.

"Why is this so difficult? I just want breakfast."

He had already tried cracking three different eggs. One was in the shower, the other cracked on the ceiling, and the third was smeared on the fridge.

At this point, Jonathan had given up and turned off the stove. He'd probably end up having just another toast breakfast. He just couldn't get these spots to work for him.

His life had gone downhill ever since the collider exploded last year. The accident got him fired and shunned by his family, leaving him with nothing. Nothing but a power he couldn't control and no purpose in life.

Except one. One single thing that could give him.

"Spider-Man made me this way. And once I can get my hands on him, I am going to…"

There was a knock at the door, and Jonathan nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Oh! Uh, coming!"

Trying to make himself at least somewhat presentable, Jonathan put on a coat and walked to the door.

"I'm sorry about the mess, I just- SPIDER-MAN!"

Jumping back, Jonathan took off the coat and got into the best fighting position he could muster. A pathetic one, but he didn't notice.

"We meet at last Spider-Man. Have you come to finally face your… nemesis?"

The costumed wall-crawler was heaving. His hands were on his knees, and he seemed to be trying to catch his breath.

The hero put up his hand, and Jonathan saw a breakfast sandwich in it.

"Jonathan Ohnn, right? Hungry?"

He would have answered no, but Jonathan's stomach growled to deter any lie.

"Um, yes? I'm sorry, what's going on?"

"Brought you some breakfast. Think we can talk, man?"

Unexpected. But, as much as Jonathan would hate to admit, he was curious.

"Talk about what, exactly?"

"I need your help man. And I'm willing to help you with your powers."

"What for?"

Spider-Man checked the corners of the hallway. Was he being followed?

"There are people that want to stop me from doing something. And I think you might be my best chance at doing it."

Vague. But it was intriguing. And at his core, Ohnn was a scientist. Curiosity was something that drove him.

Along with hunger at this exact moment.

Taking the sandwich from Spider-Man, Jonathan stood aside and let him in.

"Let's chat."


I had this story published on AO3, and I was wondering how it would do here. Still uncertain whether or not there will be more, but I like what I have written so far. Hope you all do as well.

Let me know in the reviews what you all think. I'll see you all next time.

Bye!