"Are you sure it's OK for me to be here?" Miles asked nervously.

"Yeah, it's fine," Gwen assured him.

"Last time you said it was fine, it wasn't," he murmured.

"Its good this time, Miguel is grounded," she reassured.

"He got grounded?" He laughed in nervous surprise, "How long for?"

"Its been like 3 weeks since I've seen him," Pavitr swung over, "How are you today?"

"I'm good, I guess, " he said more confidently.

"Well, look who's back," Hobie wrapped his arm around Miles' shoulders, "Things have been a lot quieter around here. Not sure if that's good or bad."

"I think it's good, while maybe a little boring, it's good to have excitement here and there," Pav commented.

"Yeah, well, what can you do?" Miles smirked, "And it's a good thing Tio isn't here. I'd hate to have to give him that one two again," he jokingly boxed the air, not noticing the three pausing with a confused look.

He only noticed after his back hit something. He knew the feeling of this wall. Slowly he craned his neck upward, meeting the red eyes of his previous antagonist.

He quickly jumped back, fist up, "Still trying to kill me?"

Miguel tilted his head at the kid, throwing a smirk his way before proceeding on, "I never tried to kill you, nor do I want to. I'm busy right now."

The group watched him go and exchanged looks of confusion.

"I thought you said he was grounded!?"

Gwen shrugged, "He was! I swear!"

"Lets find out," Hobie smirked and hurried after, "Yo, Miguel, aren't you supposed to be grounded."

"I'm not answering that," he typed away on his phone.

"You were only grounded for 3 weeks?" Pav asked curiously.

"Ignoring the lot of you."

"So Gwen was right when she said you were grounded?" Hobie smirked, getting a glare from the blonde.

"Color me unsurprised," he turned, all four of them practically running into his chest, "I have something to do right now. In about an hour I need to begin your training."

"Uh….who's training?" Miles suspiciously asked.

"You," he pointed to him, "You, you, and you," he began, pausing to check his phone, "Un momento. Hello?"

A pause, "Yes. Yes, I'm coming. I am! I have been keeping my word about it!" Miguel turned his back to the teens, "What are you talking about? How was that my fault!?"

He gripped the bridge of his nose, "I'm not yelling…you're yelling at me!" He threw his hands up, "Ok, yes, I'll be there, I swear, I'm going through a tunnel, I'll call you back. Bye."

He mumbled something under his breath about being yelled at before registering the teenagers.

"Right," he continued on pointing to all four of them, "I'll meet you all back here in an hour."

With that he skulked off to get on with whatever he had started.

"Uh…what was that about?" Miles asked, deeply confused.

Hobie rubbed his chin in contemplation, "He's been replaced by a clone, or double. Our dear leader don't smile."

"Maybe," Spider-Man india thought, "He looks more well rested. Maybe its a shapeshifter."

"Hes not a shapeshifter," Gwen dismissed, "Jess has been making him take naps."

"Oh, mom finally got a hold on dad," that amused the punk.

"Well that's good. Naps can be beneficial!" Pav pointed out.

"Yeah….what's he training us for?"

X

"You're really gonna have us fix holes?" Gwen looked up from the paper.

"With a chaperone," Miguel pointed out, "A stipulation to my agreement is that I must dole out more responsibility across the board. Which means that you four can do something other than walk around here so bored."

"And what makes you think I'm here to be told what to do?" Hobie licked his lips. His main goal in that comment was merely to bust Miguel's chops.

"I'm more so hoping you, specifically, get killed in another dimension if I'm being honest," Mig shrugged.

"Ouch!" Punk clutches his chest, laughing at the remark.

"Miguel!?" Gwen and Pavitr called at the same time.

"Three out of four isn't too bad," he smiled at the two.

Hobie was still holding his chest in mock pain, "I think I like you this blunt."

"Either way. I'm leaving for the day," he checked his watch, "Please actually read the packets and I'll start partnering you up tomorrow."

As he was making his way out of the office Miles caught up with him.

"Yo? So we're just supposed to be cool now?" He asked, almost demanded.

"If you don't want to help with the hole, say so. I don't have time for this," 2099 rolled his eyes.

"How can you just talk and assign me a job like nothing happened?"

Miguel turned to him, walking over, "A lot happened. Nothing can change that. But what happened isn't something I would expect you to understand. It was never personal. And it still isn't."

He looked down at the child, "Being a spider-man is pain. It always will be, no matter what you do. But you know that. I'm glad your dad is ok."

Miles wasn't quite sure what to say to that comment. In his hesitation Miguel started to leave, "H-hey!"

"All I can do is apologize," he commented, going to his portal.

"What the h3ll?" Miles asked in confusion to no one in particular.

"Don't worry," Peter swung up next to him, "Spanked him good for the whole thing," he grinned, "My hand still hurts."

X

Miguel sighed, getting back to his house. He had to hang with Gabri. Convince him that he's still alive.

"What's on the grocery list?" He asked his ai.

"Depends, how long are you planning on staying? Just for tonight?"

"Yeah, I missed our hang out last month, so I have to do something special for him," he shook his head, referring to his brother.

"Want me to just order his favorite?"

"Yeah, that would be great," he walked towards the bathroom.

"Hey Miggy," Gabriel waved, nearly giving his brother a stroke, "I'm surprised you showed up."

"I missed once," he sighed, "One month, can we please just enjoy today? Please?"

Gabri pouted slightly, "I suppose," the pout turned into a smirk rather quickly, "Alright, what are we doing then?"