The city of Brooklyn has a Spider-Man. Miles Morales. A year ago, he found out there were more spider-people. Besides Peter Parker, the former Spider-Man who passed on. There were more. He wasn't alone, but… At the same time, he was on his own in this journey because…

All his spider-friends were in other universes. And his uncle… The one man he could go to for everything. Anything. Turned out to be The Prowler. So, who could he talk to? Gwen? Not even if he wanted to. She was in another universe. A universe he couldn't reach even if he wanted to.

Maybe, and just maybe by going to Princeton University he'd be able to eventually cross dimensions and see some old friends again… Some day. He tries not to dwell on it all too much. But his sketch book filled with drawings of the very people he misses betrays him.

He really missed having his uncle on his side. Telling him he's doing good, y'know. Telling him to keep going. Well, those were the last words he said to Miles. Words that'll never leave Miles' mind. Words that he follows and sticks to.

"You're the best of all of us, Miles. You're on your way. Just... keep going... just keep going..."

He sat at the top of a tower, sketching, a thing he used to really cope with his stress but also a way to convey emotion which art has been notoriously used for throughout history. While life has been good and he hasn't lost anyone recently. Thank God.

He can't help it when being a hero gets in the way of schedule as a civilian. And it's something Miles has never been good at. The balance of his personal life and hero duties is bad. Especially with him missing classes because of it.

He took another glance at his notebook of what he was almost unconscious sketching, a photo of his friend, Gwen Stacy. As he closed the sketchbook he got to thinking. "Man… A beef patty sounds really good right now."

He hadn't eaten since lunch at Brooklyn Visions. He definitely should've been in the dorms chilling with Ganke, but could he really afford that? He leapt off the building and tossed his bag on a roof and webbed it in place then he swung over to Lenny's shop.

He swings by and then pushes open the door. "Yo! Lenny!"

"Spidey! Caught a break, aye?"

"Yeah. I think I got a few minutes." He would grab a beef patty and throw it in the microwave. "How much I owe you for this beef patty?"

"For you? It's on da 'ouse, brudda."

"Thanks, Lenny."

As the microwave stopped, Miles opened the microwave and grabbed the beef patty, lifting his mask above his mouth to take a bite out of it. While he chewed his beef patty before he could even finish chewing he got a crime notification on his HUD.

"Ughhh." He groaned in annoyance.

"Have a good day Lenny." Miles said, as he walked out the front.

"Good luck Spidey!"

Miles would swing off heading to the reported location of the gang war that was happening. He landed on a nearby lightpole and perched there. "I don't care which one of you started it first. You're both cutting into my 30-minute break right now."

He jumped down and promptly starting beating up some gangsters. Who were mediocre at best. But, at the intersection a black portal opened allowing an insight into the other side of the portal. The portal showed the world the man was coming from, a very vibrant place from the glimpse.

People parading around in the background and very lively lights as well. A 6'0 dark-skinned man with long brown dreadlocks that reached down to his mid-back, a beard that he had definitely been growing out for a while. After all, this man was no spring chicken.

He walked over to the group unbothered by Miles, and the portal behind him slowly shrunk as he approached with long strides. "Children now-a-days usin' guns for every dispute. Ain't you heard of usin' ole reliable fisticuffs?" The man said to the group of people.

They all had their guns pointed at the man. "Yo, old man. I think you forgot yo meds. And where did you even come from?!"

"Old man? I'll have you know 52 is perfectly young. And children shouldn't be using such coarse weapons." He snapped his fingers and black paint seemed to pop out before their guns turned into water guns. "There we go. That's more like it." They all blinked in surprise.

What just happened seemed to slowly be processing in their brains as they looked at the water guns in their hands before taking off sprinting away from the man. "Yeah! Run all the way home! And re-think whether this gang stuff is for ya!"

And now the portal behind him had completely closed, without a trace of it being there. Miles had finished up with his group of people and had them all webbed up ready to be picked up by the police whenever they got there.

"You know we're supposed to catch the bad guys, right?" Miles asked the man as he walked over.

"They were nothin' but misguided children." The man waved it off.

"Misguided children who also had guns." Miles looked over and noticed 8 water guns on the ground in different positions. "What happened to their guns?"

"Well, ya see, young man, I did a little magic trick and made their guns disappear."

Miles looked up at the man for a few moments. "Where did they disappear to?"

"From existence, obviously. I replaced them with water guns."

'…Wow. So, this is my first run it with magic?' Miles thought to himself. He was honestly more interested in his beef patty, which he left sitting in a paper towel on top of a streetlight. He zipped over to the streetlight, hoping there wasn't an imaginary wind that had blown it away.

And thankfully there weren't any. He grabbed his beef patty from the napkin and took another bite of the beef patty.

The man appeared behind Miles, floating above him. "Is it good?"

"Wow. You're—You're a wizard?" Miles asked as he stopped eating his beef patty for a moment.

"I don't call myself that, but… Yes? I know you probably have lots of questions, but you should finish eating first."

Miles nodded and kept eating his beef patty, but he didn't fail to notice the dimension warping around them as they suddenly appeared on a rooftop. "What the?" Miles stood up and turned to the man. "What did you just do?"

"Oh, I just simply dimensional shifted us elsewhere. So we can talk in private without anyone listening."

"Dimensional shift?" Miles tossed the last bit of the beef patty into his mouth. "Just theoretically speaking of course… Would you be able to move across dimensional thresholds, to let's say… another universe?"

"Theoretically speaking you'd be right, young man."

'Well… If that's so… If I could study exactly how he does his dimensional shift I could replicate it. If he uses some sort of energy I just have to get a little bit of that energy to be able get into Gwen's dimension. But this is all just a theory. If I can't control it I could end up strand in the middle of God knows where…'

The man smiled at Miles. Pretty much reading his thoughts. "I have an offer to extend to you, young man."

"What's this offer?" Miles tilted his head, curious and not so worried about the man. After all he did help him.

"Well, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zaire Cielle, and you shouldn't bother looking me up. I'm magic, after all. Don't exist here. But there's a problem of mine that needs to be dealt with."

"And what is this problem?"

Zaire chuckled. "Well, you can't deal with it alone. I need you to gather some people."

Chelsea, NY

Earth-65

Gwen would walk back into her room, tossing her phone onto her bed and then plopping into bed after it. In reality she was bored out of her mind. Not so much sleepy, more so bored.

"Yo, sleepy head." She heard, and immediately furrowed her brow in confusion and curiosity. She turned around and sat up in bed. She'd never forget that voice. "I'm up here." She looked up and she was practically face to face with Miles. Who was very nonchalantly standing on her ceiling.

"Miles!" She whisper shouted, not really wanting her dad to overhear this. "W—What're you doing here?!"

Miles fell down from the ceiling and smoothly landed beside her in her bed. Then he hugged her. She had so many thoughts running through her head and so much confusion going on, but after a moment she hugged him back. Glad to see her friend/crush once again.

After a moment they pulled back. "Missed you too." Gwen chuckled to lighten the mood a bit.

"Yeah, sorry. It's been a while, and I was just excited to talk to you." Miles rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke.

"Oh no, I get it, trust me." She looked over at Miles, smiling at him a little. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Like, everything. It's been so long we have plenty of catching up to do." Miles stood up and pulled his mask down off his face, already wearing his civilian clothes on top. The mask still being on was for reassurance in case he was dropped randomly somewhere.

"Well, for a while it's been quiet. Not too much serious crime from my main offenders, doc ock, and vulture." There was a hint of worry in her tone.

Miles nodded as he walked around her room checking out her room. "So, ya nervous?" He knowingly asked, able to read the worry in her voice.

"Well, yeah. I mean, for a villain to go off the grid for a little bit isn't too nerve-wracking. But for two villains to go missing at the same time, then I have something to worry about."

"That's for Spider-Woman. I'm more interested in Gwen right now." He would take a step closer to Gwen who was still sitting on her bed.

"Um…" She chuckled, tugging at the collar of her shirt. "There hasn't really been anything new there."

"Really? I'm surprised. No new friends, nothing?"

"I mean, well… I just quit my band like two days ago."

"Oh! Well, do you wanna talk about it?" Miles sat back down beside her.

"Nah, not really. I mean, there's not much to talk about. It was a… spontaneous thing. Y'know?"

"Yeah, I get it. Well, not really, I've never been apart of a band. I wanna be, though."

Gwen tilted her head slightly and raised her eyebrow a little in curiosity but also in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yeah. Well. Not really, I guess? I mainly just wanted to be in a band with my friends. Not exactly in general, I guess."

"Aw. That's cute."

Miles had no clue on how to respond to that so he kinda just stayed silent. Wondering if he should say thank you or what.

"Well, now that you know what I've been up to… What about you? What have you been up to, Miles?"

"Oh, well…" Miles closed his eyes thinking back on everything that's happened since they left. "I designed my new suit. I still don't really have my own villains to deal with, but, I'm definitely not complaining about that."

"Do you still think about your uncle?" Gwen asked without thinking. "S-Sorry! That was so insensitive, I kinda just blurted it out… I… I know I thought about Peter a lot after he died, so…" She trailed off awkwardly, really hoping she didn't mess everything up.

"I think about him a lot. Every other day pretty much… I miss him. Even though he turned out to be the prowler, he was still my person, y'know? The guy I could talk to whenever there was something wrong. And he never judged me. I never had to be afraid of disappointing him. So yeah, I do miss my uncle and think about him."

Gwen knew that saying all of that took courage, but… It also took trust. Trust that she hadn't really shared with anyone other than Miles and Peter. She admired that courage. But she also felt bad. It isn't like she hadn't dealt with the same thing, but that was his uncle.

She was feeling a lot and she wasn't too experienced at communicating her thoughts and emotions. So, she did the one thing she commonly did when she didn't how to express how she was feeling. She hugged Miles. Miles would hug her back, needing some comfort on this matter as well.

"Thanks, Gwen."

Then the doorknob was twisted meaning someone was coming in. The two of them broke apart quickly trying to act as if nothing had happened. Both fairly embarrassed.

The door opened revealing Gwen's dad, George Stacy. "Gwen, there—" He cut his own sentence short upon seeing Miles. Someone who he had never seen before, and never been told about before. "Who are you?"