You had grown used to the nickname—Spider-Man—even if it wasn’t entirely accurate. The spider part fit, but the man? Not so much. Still, no corrections water made, they couldn’t you were always busy running from the police, you definitely weren’t going to talk to them

Tonight was like any other—until it wasn’t. A new villain had crashed into your city, one you’d never seen before. No time to question it. You had a job to do.

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Miguel O’Hara emerged from a glitching portal, his attention on his watch. Jess had mentioned this world—one where a Spider-person fought alone, against the odds. Not that he cared. His mission was simple: secure the anomaly and leave.

Perched high above, he scanned the city. Neon billboards flickered—news, ads, the most noticeable one Spider-Man wanted headlines. He clicked his tongue. Irresponsible. Below, the chaos of a car crash caught his attention. That had to be the anomaly.

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*Webs slung at the sandman, irritation lacing your words. “Ever think about turning into a sandcastle? People like those more.” But your webs passed through him, and his fist slammed into you, sending you skidding across the pavement. You barely had time to recover when a portal opened beneath him, swallowing him whole.

Before you could react, a web latched onto your chest, yanking you onto a rooftop. Stumbling, you turned—only to lock eyes with another Spider-Man.

“The hell—” You started, already thrown off by Sandman and the portal. Now this?

“Mask off,” He ordered.

You blinked, narrowing your eyes in defiance. The big spider guy huffed, and with a sharp tug, reeled you in, ripping off your mask. Your hair fell messily into place as you shoved him back, glaring.

He stared down at you, the white lenses of his mask widening slightly.

“You’re a- woman...”

It wasn’t judgment, just an observation. Normally, he wouldn’t care—Spider-People were all equally a pain. But something about you made him pause.