Living in a universe far in the future had its perks. Aside from incredibly advanced technology like LYLA to assist in everyday work in the Spider Society, repairing and rebuilding things that some unruly Spider-folk break occasionally was just a breeze. Most facilities in the headquarters were fixed - all were former Alchemax buildings before it was reused as a superhero base. The new ones added later were transportable, built as such in case of an invasion of the main buildings. While it might seem a stretch for a place with superpowered people crawling in every nook and cranny, it never hurt to be prepared.

It was still the early morning hours when Miguel peeled himself away from the command center to prepare for the day. The headquarters were mostly empty, save for those who stayed overnight to rest. He regarded a few who were already up and about to return to their dimensions with a slight nod before ambling toward the nearest break room. It was quiet before the routine storm that would last until late at night. Only the whirring of the coffee machine and clinking of porcelain accompanied him in the quest to enjoy the ever-fleeting peace.

Miguel pulled up a holo-screen while he nursed the steaming beverage with one hand. A list of Spider-folk appeared with a wave of his hand - those who had yet to check in with headquarters after some time. It was mandatory; the Spider Society would willingly send backup should anyone find themselves in a dire situation. It did not have to be a physical appearance - if another Spider-person would guarantee their safety, paired with a few cross-references, then it would be acceptable.

Only a handful of names were displayed; most had already informed him they were busy or on vacation. Only one was added just recently.

Peter Benjamin Parker. Earth-616B.

The mug's rim paused against Miguel's lips, and a frown crept on his features. While the older Spider-Man did tell him he would be staying in his universe for a few weeks, the latter had not heard from him since. Peter would usually send him pictures of Mayday, even if he were not there to pester him. That did not happen this previous month. A few weeks also did not give a definite time frame either.

Miguel shook his head, already imagining the consequences of his soon-to-be actions. The man might annoy him to no end, but the latter was still the head of the Spider Society. It was his duty to lead and ensure every member's health and well-being in and out of this place. It was a silent vow he made after the crisis with the Spot and months' worth of mending his relationship with Miles. It was challenging to keep, yes, but he kept on trying. It did not matter who he needed to check in with, even if it was someone as irritating as Peter or Hobie.

Miguel switched to a different screen. Peter's full name and designated dimension popped out in bold letters above a series of pictures he never replied to. His message was short and direct: 'Report your status as soon as you see this. I'll send the kids there if you don't.' The second was a partial lie - he would go to the other man's universe before contacting the teenage superheroes.

If someone started teasing him that he actually cared, he would deny it.

Miguel waited a few minutes before finally leaving the break room. He had not gone halfway when he heard a ping. He had half a mind not to pull up the holo-screen hastily and spill his coffee. He would not hear the end of it from LYLA or anyone she would blabber about later. The reply was short but followed by too many smileys that Peter probably picked up from the kids.

'Already back 1 hour ago.'

'Working out outside. Look to your left.'

Three hand emoticons pointed to the left, and Miguel turned to the windows overlooking the pristine courtyard. He expected a dot-like Peter waving below in his signature pink robe from this altitude. Instead, he got a spectacle - a jaw-dropping and horrifying one that should not be possible if he were not leading a group of superpowered individuals.

A building half as tall as the one Miguel was in was moving, bouncing repetitively right before his very eyes. It was not the fact a transportable infrastructure made of reinforced metal, cement, and glass and weighed hundreds of thousands of tonnes that made his eyes bug out. No, it was the fact that Peter - the same Peter B. Parker that wore a fluffy, pink robe like it was standard uniform for a superhero - was effortlessly bench-pressing a building a million times bigger and heavier than he was.

That was not even the worst, if not most impressive, part. If Miguel did not have keen eyes, he would not have seen the other man switch his hold to one palm to lift his Dimensional Travel Watch. He did not need to know what the older Spider-Man was doing - the incoming message was enough. He added a voice feature for Peter to respond easier when handling Mayday. Now, Miguel regretted that decision.

'See me already?'

Two consecutive messages and a grinning selfie - Thank God Mayday was not there - came a few seconds apart. 'Man, the buildings in this world are light.'

'What are these made of? Don't you build foundations for these or something?'

Miguel took a deep breath and turned to the group of Spider-folk hanging nearby. He need not say anything; his expression must have screamed, Are you all seeing this? They looked over what it was about and simply shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the multiverse. They did not take long to start discussing the largest and heaviest thing they had ever lifted.

Miguel shut his eyes and counted to five before looking again at the holo-screen. He ignored the new messages trying to get his attention, and promptly sent a reply. 'Put that down, or so help me, you're going to pay for the damages, Parker.'

Miguel could almost hear the laughter from the other side. It was a miracle he had not dropped his coffee mug from the early morning scare he had gone through. He could only watch as Peter finally decided to end his workout and drop the facility where it was supposed to be. The older Spider-Man had half the decency to jog a quick round to check if it was correctly placed back to its spot before swinging towards the main building. He had the audacity to wave cheerfully as he passed by like he did nothing wrong.

Miguel lifted the mug to his lips with a shaky hand and gulped the lukewarm liquid in one go. His feet did not lead him back to the command center but to the break room. He needed more coffee to survive the rest of the day. He would not last long if he saw another moving building in the following years.

…Two days later, half of the Spider Society went crawl-racing atop the train scheduled inbound to the moon. The competition was instigated by no other than Peter. Miguel holed himself in the command center for nearly a day after he saw the live footage and the legal complaints that arrived at his doorstep the next day. A part of him already regretted forming this organization in his dimension.

Dios lo ayude.