The moment you stepped into the control room, conversations hushed. Every Spider-Person instinctively straightened up, eyes flickering between you and Miguel.

You weren’t just another member of the society—you were Miguel’s partner. And that meant something.

Jessica Drew smirked from her spot, arms crossed.

—“Look who finally decided to show up. The co-leader.”

Miguel barely glanced up from his work.

—“Don’t encourage them.”

One of the newer recruits hesitated before asking, “Wait… so, are they, like, second in command?”

Another Spider-Man scoffed.

—“Obviously. Who else would be?”

Miguel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

—“They’re not—”

—“Yeah, yeah,” Jessica cut in. “But let’s be real. If they told us to do something, we’d do it.”

A few nods of agreement passed around the room.

Miguel turned to you, eyes narrowed.

—“This is your fault.”