'I always have many roads to travel, but I take the one which leads to you.' – Amit Kalantri

LAYLA relied a message to Miguel about attending a group therapy meeting. Held once a week with random locations throughout the society, started up after the Miles incident. Nobody couldn't figure out who started it up when asked around. It stuck around as a way of spider people sorting out their feels. This time around Dr. Webb could be found sitting outside the huddle mass with a sketch pad and ballpoint pen.

"Glad to know you got my invitation to attend," Dr. Web was the first to speak, "To take a break from watching over the Spiderverse."

"Peter has been suggesting I take time for myself." He recalled the last time he was bothered.

"Glad to see you making friends," Dr. Web smiled at the news, "You can join them if you want …"

Miguel was more interested in the ink drawings that the doctor was doodling on paper in his lap. Scenes he drew were so life-like that he swore they were printed in black-n-white. Trying to get close for a better view and not be caught by LAYLA or someone else. Was a tad tricky since current drawing was being finished quite quickly by the doctor,

"Hobie?" Dr. Web put his pen down.

"Come on doc," He was caught trying to light a cigarette, "No harm."

"Cancer being one of them." Dr. Web warned him.

"Fine, and you're done with those doodles?" Hobie asked about the drawing.

"Only if you give up that nasty habit." Dr. Web pocketed his pen.

Down went the half torn pad of paper in the chair by Dr. Web when he got up to approach Hobie. Everyone else got to see what he doodled when he was handed the cigarettes for an exchange. To the group the drawings were given and ogled over by many eyes. Allowing Dr. Web to return to a waiting Miguel and pick up his paper pad midway sitting down.

"Didn't know you had an artistic hand." Miguel sounded surprised.

"Pretty much have to when you inherited your mother's precognition abilities," Dr. Web shrugged, "You got to keep sane when side effects from the pills drag you down."

"May I?" Miguel asked, "If I am allowed."

Over to him a few that Hobie didn't get that had LAYLA popping in to see what was new interest. Most of them were events he already kept from happening while others were events in other worlds. One that was before or after the canon moment of a spider person. One time portraits were what if moments or alternative realities. First one was if Migeul still worked for Alchemax as a genius in the fields of genetics with new team members. Who looked alot like Peter B and Dr. Web had more casual appearances than their usual ones. Second was a Gifted Academy setting, Migeul and Peter B were professors in the biology department with Dr. Web as school nurse. Third was a business office aspect of Alchemax with Migeul and Peter B working within special projects. Who would gain a male secretary with medical and field of genetics background with Dr. Web's appearance.

"I am sensing a theme here," LAYLA hinted at Miguel, "Get it?"

"Peter is always going to be nearby?" Miguel didn't understand LAYLA.

"You two will always share a close relationship as I am the third wheel." Dr. Web pointed out to Miguel.

Odd silence just got worse when Peter B decided to drop in with his usual apology for not coming on the agreed upon time. Bringing the usual giggling redhead in her carrier as he greeted everyone. Usual rounds of hellos followed by what he missed as he handed his daughter to someone. This allowed him to work his way through the crowd to Miguel and Dr. Web.

"Look," Peter was proud of Miguel, "Who came out of his cave?"

"I was mysteriously invited," Miguel looked at LAYLA and Dr. Web, "Thought I looked in it."

"Doc?" LAYLA asked him, "I think you're being paged."

"I think I'll be leaving it to you as I do my job," Dr. Web agreed with LAYLA, "Good day and Hobie …"

"I know," Hobie hates being reminded, "I don't get to collect your art work …if I get caught smoking."

"Then you know where to find me to get the rest." Dr. Web was on his feet.

He ended up gathering his drawings that Miguel looked over while giving his seat to Peter as he moved. Turning down any offer to further stay and chat away with them when asked. No matter how tempting Peter's new batch of photos centered around his daughter. Knowing he had a few of his own daughter to show off after being able to be home.

"Seems the reward program is working," Peter seemed to know about 's deal with Hobie, "See Miggy, Dr. Web caught Hobie smoking a few weeks ago in one of the blind spots. Arguments took place of one needing to stop before he endangered his health. Art for cigarettes has become their system."

"Makes great album artwork while personal pieces I keep for myself," Hobie bragged, "Doc, knows what he's doing."

"I see." Miguel looked at the alternative reality doodles.

He wasn't quite happy that a discovery like Dr. Web flew under the radar for so long with him seeing it. Made his theory about being something more to the doctor further bother him. Out of his seat he went as he ignored Peter's questions about something wrong. Taking the alternative reality drawings with him over there others he left behind.

8*8

Dr. Web almost dropped the syringe and small glass bottle he was extracting onto the floor. When Miguel disturbed the peace of the medical ward's rest and recovery area with his noise. Left him to assure his patient he will be right back to finish treating them. When down went what he was doing as he pulled his gloves off to greet his unannounced guest.

"LAYLA," He pulled out an earpiece, "I thought I said I didn't want any disturbances."

"Couldn't" LAYLA answered, "Even if I tried."

"Your visions," Miguel had the drawings fisted in one of his hands, "How long have you had them? What do they consist of? How correct are they? Can you only see the outcome of someone's decision? "

"Ralentizar," Dr. Web wasn't facing his shrink, "I can only answer one at a time since I am not mi madre. I was worried, you were going to ask why I wasn't taking my meditation anymore."

"Getting hot in here." LAYLA had a sizzling sound play.

"Private mode." Miguel needed some time.

After she said bye is when Dr. Web suggested they take a seat down and properly talk about this subject. Got Miguel to step into a part of the ward that he remembered from his last appointments and visit. Just framed photo of Dr. Web's family was now on the wall with his medical diplomas. A pot of spider grass lay next to a Mannequin head that held a familiar damaged mask.

"Blame Peter and the teens," Dr. Web noticed where Miguel was staring, "Said something about me needing to add a personal touch."

"I can see," Miguel's eyes stay on only in the photo, "Answers to my questions?"

"I only see bits and pieces of the Web of Life and Destiny," Dr. Web explained, "Sometimes I am sent images of other realities or random events that took place. I am of no use in seeing the future, cannon events, or predicting when an anomaly happens."

"The reason you took medication?" Migeul asked not seeing a pill bottle.

"See if I could focus when having the visions," De. Web scoffed, "All it got me was a handful of side effects and mentally unstable defense for my ex against me."

Before he could rant about the newest custody hearing over his daughter, or how the summons got handed to his mother. Lost in his frustrations about his legal approach or strategy, He didn't see Miguel put down the drawings to approach him.

"No veo nada malo en alguien tan perfecto como tú," Miguel whispered as he dipped his head down toward Dr. Web. Reaching out in a careful manner with one of his hands to brush the other's face. Taking in his jawline from the curve of his facial cheek to the bottom of his chin.

View of a strong brow with thick, straight eyebrows over swirling crimson pupils filled with hidden tenderness. Silenced Dr. Web when he found he was lost for words with his voice stuck in his throat. Which had him stepping an inch or two forward further toward Miguel. Reaching up with one his own hands to lightly place on the junction between Miguel's shoulder and neck. Become a hint to Miguel to press their lips together without pausing. Slowly he tranced the outer part of the other's mouth with his own as he angled his chin. Not wanting to accidentally scratch or cut Dr. Web with one of his elongated canine or retractable talons. Had Dr. Web finding himself closing his eyes to take in what was happening for a few seconds to both.

"Say cheese." LAYLA popped in to snap a photo.

She made sure not to use a filter on this one she would file away in her deepest data bank with Dr. Web and Miguel separated. Ruining the mood of the moment that had been slowly setting between them. Upsetting one of them, he thought he was going to get a private few minutes from his AI assistant.

8*8

Finding a quiet place within the spider society would be hard for anyone with 280 spider people around. Wasn't hard for Dr. Web after he finally treated the usual number of them before lunch. Not admitting to the rumor that LAYLA started when she spread the news about Miguel. Space he found was an observation area overlooking the rebuilt training area for spider people. Gave him a chance to see how they keep fit between health checks and missions. Which brought back memories of when his hero career failed in his quiet contemplation.

"Bitsy Spinnan." He heard his old alias be spoken.

"A nickname mi difunto padre called me," Dr. Web answered, "Now a part of the past I recall during quiet moments like this."

"Your eyes?" Voice asking got closer.

"Biological 3D print outs from a trusted mentor," He was thoughtful about his sight being restored, "He saved my life and gave me a career alternative."

He soon welcomed Miguel to sit beside him with a holo screen or two that opened up information about him. Pictures centered on an accident that minorly took his sight and out of Spider-Man career path. Some looked like a scene from a horror movie or gorey for a child to look at. Blood and tissue alone didn't flip Miguel's stomach when he looked them over those hours ago.

"Why didn't you choose Alchemax?" Miguel asked, unable to find any connection between them reaching out to Dr. Web.

"I have no interest in Alchemax or do not care for their business ethics," Dr. Web sat back to look at Miguel, "Treating people with super abilities is enough for me."

Once more Miguel reached out to push Dr. Web's hair out of his eyes in quietness when chat stopped. Surgical reconstruction put into recalling and fixing his sight was so flawless, not a single scar. Slight appearance of dark circles from late nights were seen. Didn't take away from almost the silvery shine those dilating pupils take on.

"Mr. O'Hara…" Dr. Web was shushed quietly by a flickering LAYLA.

"Miguel is just fine,"A whisper followed, "May I at least know your first name?"

"Marsh," Dr. Web reached for Miguel's hand, "Marsh Dean Web PHD. Dr. Web when we're working and Marsh when you have me. Alone."

"Bien mi amor." Miguel allowed his hand to be taken until saw Dr. Web's nails morph.