Miguel read through the information he had. New Peter coming on board. So many Peters.
"You want them both to come at the same time?"
"Could make getting them acclimated a little easier. They're only getting a day pass for now," he would not make the same mistake with them that he made with Hobie. There were longer vetting periods now to get a full time watch.
"Alrighty, well, they should be here soon."
He gave her a thumbs up, continuing to scan the files, "You're not sneaky when you do that so much."
"How did you know I was here?" Miles dropped the invisibility.
"Shouldn't you be in school?"
"Spring break," he hopped on Miguel's shoulder, attempting to read the screen, "Who's the beard?"
"A Peter. Have one you'll be interested in," he began to click another page, but paused, "Actually, I think I'll keep that a surprise."
"Why? Is it someone I know?" Miles leaned down, trying to touch the screen.
"Kinda," 2099 gave a wicked smirk and picked him from his shoulders and tossed him off the platform.
"Oi!" Hobbie shouted up, "Don't just be flinging me little bro!"
"I heard you come in. I figured someone with good reflexes would catch him," he shut the computer down.
He was almost startled when Miles was thrown back at him, "A game of catch is what you want?"
"I do enjoy baseball," punk smirked, stepping back.
"Wait, wait!" Miles was thrown again, "How did I luck out and become the ball!?"
"Nan is taking me to the auto show next week," Hobie slid back, catching Miles.
"Sounds fun, Gunner and I are going to visit our grandparents for a couple days too," he took the large step from his platform.
"You guys want to go? Pav and Gwendy can't make it."
"Give me a specific day and I'll check with Mami and dad," Miles slumped in Punk's arms.
"Same," Miguel checked the time, "Lyla?"
'He just needs your help with a portal."
Mig tapped at the watch.
The three watched as the portal opened up. Soon a set of feet stepped through.
"Hi, Thanks for inviting me to the society," the first man waved, "I'm Miles Morales."
"What?" Teen Miles looked in surprise. He obviously knew there were multiple versions of him, he already met one, but another one.
"H3ll yeah, what's up Bruv?" Hobie waved to the adult version of his friend.
"Hey, you must be Miguel. Lyla told me about you," he reached out and shook the leader's hand, "Nice to meet you. Hey," he waved at teen Miles and Hobie.
Hobie smirked, shaking his hand, "Look at that, you're still cute," he teased the teen, "Hobie."
Miles was still in awe at seeing his adult self.
"Eh?"
"I'm…Miles Morales," he shook his hand as well.
"I know," he laughed, "Lyla told me about you too, plus I can recognize my face."
"Let's take you on the tour," Miguel pushed Teen Miles' chin up, closing his mouth.
X
"We're gonna have to come up with a new name for him," Hobie bit into an apple, half listening as Miguel explained things to him.
"This place gets weirder and weirder," teen Miles bit into a cookie in disbelief. I mean, what did he expect at this point?
"How's it going?" Peter wrapped his arms around the kids, "Having fun yet?"
"Always," Punk waved his apple at him, "Did you see big Miles?"
"Yea, Miguel just introduced me," Pete told them. He shook his little friend's shoulder, "Don't worry, you get over the novelty of meeting different versions of you after a while."
"We're trying to come up with a name for him," Hobie told him, "I'm thinking Morie."
"That could work," he agreed, "Now we have to think of one for bearded Peter."
X
Pete and Miles shared a long knowing expression for a while. Hobie watched them both have silent conversation about the two new Spider-men.
"Well," Peter glared at the wall unhappily, "Good to know there's a version of me who has his life together. A Jess version of me."
"With a sweet beard," Punk pointed out, "And smaller gut," he poked Peter's tummy.
"And receding hairline," he grumbled, crossing his arms.
Hobie could never stop himself from being a pest and poking a bear, "Thought you said you were used to seeing other versions of you?"
"You're about to take a nap," the older Spider-man snapped at him.
With that he raised his hands and leaned back, a grin still on his face.
"I have a lot of questions for me," Miles thought out loud.
"I do as well. Like how the h3ll!?" He stamped his feet, "How does the Parker luck not affect him!?"
"Soon as the tour is over, you both should be good to harass to your heart's content," Hobie looked about, "I wonder where Ben is moping at."
"He's in his sewer fighting someone, supposedly," Peter shrugged.
"What a collage of faces," Jess brought the trio over some food from the cafeteria, "see you all met our two new guys."
"Even Jameson likes him," Peter whined, turning away from the food.
"Ok then," She sat, beginning to eat her quinoa, "Miles?"
"We're going to call this guy Morie, so as not to get confused," Hobie told her, taking his sandwich in hand and taking a massive bite.
"Ok, do you have an opinion on Morie?"
"I will when I ask him a few questions," he played with his sandwich, "Are there any other versions of you?"
Jess shrugged, "Plenty of them. But my dimension is a bit unique."
He nodded. Miguel did tell him that.
X
"Hey," Miles called to Morie.
The adult version of him turned, "Oh hey. What's up?"
"Soooo," he shuffled some, "Tell me something interesting. What's my future like? What job do I have? Am I married?"
Morie listened to the quick fire questions, "Well, I have the sweetest little sister named Billie," he started answering several of the questions, leaving Miles in awe.
"One thing to remember though," Morie reminded him, "I'm a version of you. But not you. So things I have experienced doesn't mean you'll experience them. We're two different people, technically…kinda."
"Oh, ok," he would accept that. For now, "Anything cool about your dimension?"