Peter Parker and Miguel O'Hara were in a tough spot facing Future Peter Parker. Peter's words were urgent as he warned Michael, "Mike, you gotta act fast or we're in big trouble."

Miguel's brows furrowed in concentration as he grappled with the weight of the situation. "Shit, how do we stop him?" he muttered, his mind racing for a solution.

But Future Peter Parker, in his monstrous spider form, laughed at their efforts. "You can't beat me," he declared with chilling confidence, his eyes glinting with malice. He turned his gaze to Miguel. "Where is the time cube?"

Miguel's smirk was filled with defiance as he met Future Peter Parker's gaze. "I already decoded it," he announced boldly.

In his monstrous spider form, Future Peter Parker roared, "YOU!!!!" suddenly, Future Peter Parker darted forward, his spider-like arms reaching out swiftly. Miguel barely had time to react before he was sent flying backward, the force of the blow knocking the breath from his lungs.

Thinking fast, Peter acted decisively. He unleashed a surge of electricity from his web-shooters, targeting Future Peter Parker's eyes. The monstrous villain staggered back, howling in pain as he grappled with the webbing blinding him.

"You bastard!!!" Future Peter Parker's enraged cry echoed through the room. He was momentarily vulnerable, giving Miguel a fleeting opportunity to stand up.

Miguel, despite his injuries, summoned every ounce of strength within him as he rose to his feet, panting heavily. With a defiant glare, he spat out, "Fuck you!" before launching himself at Future Peter Parker.

But Future Peter Parker was quick to react, tearing away the webbing covering his eyes and countering Miguel's attack with brutal force. With a swift motion, he slammed Miguel to the ground, pinning him beneath his monstrous form.

As Miguel struggled beneath the weight of Future Peter Parker's assault, Peter acted swiftly, firing another electrified web at Future Peter Parker back.

"You bastard!!!" Future Peter Parker roared with fury as he advanced towards Peter Parker. With malicious intent, he aimed a powerful punch at Peter's gut, the force of the blow driving Peter to his knees.

"Auggh!!" Peter cried out in agony, collapsing to his knees as pain shot through his body, his broken bones unable to withstand the force of the impact.

Miguel O'Hara's voice rang out in a panicked shout, "Pete!!!" His cry filled with worry as he witnessed Peter being struck down by Future Peter Parker's brutal attack.

"Agh!!!" Peter's cry of pain was met with Miguel's desperate shout of concern.

Future Peter Parker, consumed by rage and intent on delivering the final blow, prepared to end Peter's life. But before he could strike, a voice rang out, cutting through the chaos.

"Hey Spidey!"

Future Peter Parker turned to see the voice, it was Michael Wilson, wearing a gauntlet crackling with electricity, standing tall and ready to confront him.

"It's showtime," Michael declared, determination burning in his eyes as he prepared to face Future Peter Parker head-on.

Meanwhile before this happened

[Mc Pov]

As I hurried toward the electricity, I knew I had to move fast. I had a special gauntlet that could soak up the electrical power we needed to win the fight. Even though I knew it would hurt, I braced myself for the shock. I remembered that I've been through tough situations before, so I could handle this.

[Frozen Resilience: After spending 38 years stuck in ice, you've become incredibly tough against harsh conditions. Whether it's freezing cold, scorching heat, or other tough environments, you can handle them better than most. This toughness helps you keep going even when things get really tough, making you both physically and mentally strong.]

As the gauntlet absorbed the electricity, it felt like getting zapped by lightning. It hurt a lot, but I didn't give up. I focused on the goal: to get that power and use it to help us win. Even though it was tough, I knew I had to push through.

Then the gauntlet absorbed the last remnants of electricity, I felt a surge of triumph wash over me. Despite the pain and discomfort, I had managed to gather the power we needed to change the course of the battle. With determination fueling my actions, I knew this was our chance to gain the upper hand against our formidable opponent.

Feeling a fresh determination, I faced my comrades, my eyes reflecting my newfound resolve. "Time to end this," I declared firmly, my voice brimming with determination as I readied ourselves to confront our powerful enemy once again.

As I raced towards the unfolding confrontation, my eyes locked on Future Peter Parker as he prepared to strike at Peter Parker with his menacing spider claw. The urgency of the situation fueled my movements as I closed the distance between us, knowing that I had to intervene before it was too late.

"Hey, Spidey!" I called out, my voice cutting through the tension-filled air, hoping to divert Future Peter Parker's attention away from his Peter Parker.

He paused for a moment, trying to understand what was happening. Then, with a quick change in his expression, he focused on me.

I quickly followed up, saying, "Its Showtime!" My voice carried a sense of resolve as I geared up for the final showdown with Future Peter Parker.

As Future Peter Parker's attention shifted momentarily, giving Peter the opening he needed to escape and dart toward Miguel O'Hara, who was still lying on the ground from the previous attack.

With a burst of speed, Peter rushed to Miguel's side, concern etched across his features as he checked on his fallen comrade. "Miguel, are you okay?" he asked urgently, his voice filled with worry.

Miguel groaned in pain, struggling to sit up as he rubbed his aching head. "I've had better days," he replied weakly, his voice strained from the impact of Future Peter Parker's assault. I observed the scene unfold with a mix of relief and concern. Despite Peter's injuries, his determination to protect his comrade was evident as he rushed to Miguel's side.

As Future Peter Parker's attention shifted from Peter's escape to me, his gaze bore into mine with intensity, and his voice filled with a mixture of anger and curiosity.

"What are you really?" he demanded, his words echoing through the room with a sense of urgency and determination. It was clear that he saw me as a dangerous opponent one whose true identity he was eager to uncover.

I met his gaze head-on, my own determination matching his as I prepared to face his interrogation. "I'm just like you, Peter," I replied calmly, my voice steady despite the tension in the air. "I'm someone who's been through hardship and tragedy despite all of that Im still me"

With those words, I tightened my grip on the gauntlet crackling with electricity, my resolve stronger than ever as I prepared to face Future Peter Parker head-on.

"Let's end this," I declared, my voice filled with determination as I braced myself for the final confrontation. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, I prepared to face Future Peter Parker in a battle that would determine the fate of us all.

Then Future Peter Parker said, "Let's end this," he got ready to attack me. I held up the gauntlet, prepared to finish the fight once and for all.

I focused hard and shot electricity from my gauntlet right at Future Peter Parker. It crackled and surged towards him, showing how badly I wanted to win. But he dodged it super fast, it seemed like he wasn't even a human and yeah he wasnt a human anymore I feel stupid to think that.

Just as I recovered from my failed attack, he suddenly appeared in front of me, hitting me hard in the stomach. I gasped for air, feeling the pain ripple through me. It hurts me like hell, Then I saw Future Peter smirking, silently boasting his victory.

"No matter how powerful your attacks," he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance, "as long as I can predict them, victory will always be mine."

But I wasn't about to back down. With a defiant grin, I shot back, "I figured you'd try to dodge."

Summoning all my determination, I redirected the electricity from my gauntlet towards us, it wrapped both of us in its electric grip. The air buzzed with power, smelling like burning, as we both fought against the shocking force surrounding us.

Future Peter cried out in pain as the shock surged through him, his teeth clenched tight with agony. The intensity of the attack tested his determination to the limit.

"You're willing to risk everything just to defeat me?" he spat, his voice a mix of surprise and grudging respect.

Gasping for air, I met his gaze with unwavering determination. "I won't die," I gasped defiantly, "because I already adapted to this electricity, you fool."

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With one final surge of electricity, I unleashed the full force of my gauntlet against Future Peter Parker, knowing that this battle would determine the course of our destinies.

Future Peter Parker groaned in agony "Aurgh!!!!" as he was flew backward by the force of the electricity.

As Future Peter Parker flew backward due to the electricity power, I struggled to catch my breath, feeling the effects of our intense fight wearing me down. "Hah, hah, you really are a tough cookie," I managed to utter between heavy breaths, a faint grin of satisfaction tugging at the corners of my lips despite the exhaustion. "I need a moment to recover."

As I began to recover from the intense battle, I suddenly felt a rush of energy, like I'd felt before when the berserker side effect kicked in. "Augrh!!!" I grunted, trying to fight against the sudden surge of intense pain and aggression.

Feeling the rush of adrenaline, I instinctively reached into my inventory and pulled out the health potion I always kept handy for moments like these. With no time to waste, I swiftly uncorked the bottle and gulped down its contents. The refreshing liquid brought instant relief, soothing away the pain and weariness that had settled in my body.

.........

[Meanwhile Peter Parker side and Miguel O'hara]

Peter and Miguel looked at each other with confusion, trying to understand what they had just seen. Miguel furrowed his brow in confusion, trying to figure out how Michael suddenly had a potion.

"What the hell just happened?" Peter muttered, his voice filled with disbelief as he watched Michael chug down the potion.

Miguel shook his head in disbelief. "I have no idea," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Maybe it's magic"

Then Peter stepped forward, getting closer to Michael. His face showed he was serious and determined. He asked, making it clear he really needed an answer. "What was in that potion?"

Miguel followed Peter's lead, his gaze fixed on Michael as he waited for an explanation. "Yeah, that thing you did is interesting," he added, his voice echoing Peter's urgency.

Michael met their gazes, his expression serious as he prepared to provide an explanation. "It's a health potion," he repeated, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them. "I keep it in my inventory for emergencies like this."

Peter's brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to process Michael's words. "Inventory?" he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "What do you mean?"

Miguel's curiosity mirrored Peter's as he listened intently to Michael's explanation. "Yeah, tell us?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Michael took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding. "It's hard to explain," he began, his tone measured. "But let's just say I have access to certain... abilities that allow me to store items and use them when needed."

Peter and Miguel exchanged skeptical glances, both struggling to comprehend Michael's complicated explanation. "Abilities? Like superpowers?" Peter inquired, his voice laced with confusion.

Michael shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Something like that," he replied vaguely, reluctant to reveal too much.

Miguel nodded slowly, his mind buzzing with questions. "Well, whatever it is, it seems to be working," he remarked, his voice filled with understanding.

Michael's words resonated with empathy as he observed the condition of Peter and Miguel. "I know you both are injured, just take a look at yourselves," he remarked, acknowledging their injuries. He then extended two potions towards them, offering a solution. "Drink these, and your injuries will recover instantly," he stated, his tone filled with assurance.

Miguel's curiosity was piqued by Michael's offer. "Interesting," he remarked, contemplating the effectiveness of the potions.

With a nod of agreement, Peter accepted the potion, his gratitude evident in his expression. "Thank you, Michael," he said sincerely, acknowledging michael words.

After Peter and Miguel drank the potions, they felt much better. Their pain went away, and they felt stronger. Peter's concern immediately turned his gaze towards the distant figure.

"How about Future me, is he still alive?" Peter asked, sounding both curious and worried.

"He's a tough cookie, I'm sure he's still alive," Michael reassured Peter, and acknowledging the resilience of their formidable opponent.

As Michael, Peter, and Miguel walked toward Future Peter Parker, Peter led the way, showing determination. Michael and Miguel stayed back, giving Peter space to talk to his future self alone. They understood that Peter needed to confront him directly.

As Peter approached Future Peter Parker, his expression was filled with a mix of determination and empathy. He knew that despite the differences between them, they shared a common bond as alternate versions of the same person.

"Hey," Peter began, his voice calm yet filled with emotion as he addressed his future self. "I know you're in pain, and I know you're angry. But we don't have to keep fighting like this."

Future Peter Parker's shoulders slumped as he listened to Peter's words, his tears mingling with the crackling electricity that surrounded him. "I just wanted it to be better for both of us," he confessed, his voice filled with remorse.

Peter nodded in understanding, his gaze unwavering as he met Future Peter Parker's eyes. "I know," he replied softly. "But this isn't the way to do it. We have to find another path, one that doesn't lead to destruction."

Future Peter Parker's expression softened for a moment before turning serious again. "You'll get it eventually," he insisted, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Because you are me from the past."

Peter's resolve only strengthened in response. "I won't let it happen," he declared, glancing at Michael Wilson before focusing back on Future Peter Parker. He said "When I saw you and Michael fighting, I thought you had won. But I was mistaken. Michael changed the course of the battle."

A soft chuckle escaped Peter's lips as he continued, his tone tinged with admiration. "Can you believe it? It's just like what Uncle Ben used to say, 'With great power, comes great responsibility.'" He turned to Michael, a sense of respect shining in his eyes. "I think Michael truly represents those words. He has the power and the responsibility to stop this."

Turning back to Future Peter Parker, Peter's gaze softened. "He even traveled back in time just to save all the Spider-Verse," he added, a hint of amusement in his voice. "That's dedication."

Future Peter Parker's expression softened slightly at Peter's words. "Is that so?" he echoed, a hint of disbelief coloring his voice.

"Yeah, that's why let's change this," Peter insisted, his voice filled with determination.

But Future Peter Parker's smile was bittersweet as he revealed the grim truth. "It's too late for me. I've already planted a bomb in this base because I knew both you and Miguel would come here," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "You only have two minutes left."

Peter's eyes widened in shock as he processed the dire situation. "Wh-what?" he stammered, his heart pounding with fear and urgency.

"GO! Now go! Leave me behind," Future Peter Parker urged, his voice filled with desperation.

"No, I won't leave you behind," Peter insisted, his resolve unwavering.

But Miguel, who had been listening from a distance, knew they had no time to spare. "Come on, Pete! We need to leave now! If that bomb is real," he yelled, urgency evident in his voice.

"What bomb?" Michael asked, confusion evident in his tone.

"We don't have time!" Miguel said quickly, looking at Peter and Michael. He understood how serious the situation was.

With swift determination, Miguel grabbed Peter and activated his watch to teleport them to safety. "Follow me, Michael," he called out as they disappeared in a flash of light.

Peter struggled against Miguel's grip, his instincts urging him to stay and help Future Peter Parker. "Let me go!" he protested, his voice filled with desperation.

But Miguel held firm, his expression resolute. "No, Pete, we have to go now," he insisted, knowing that their only chance of survival lay in escaping the impending explosion.

With Miguel taking quick action, Peter reluctantly agreed, understanding they needed to leave right away. They disappeared into the teleportation field, leaving Future Peter Parker behind. He felt a mix of emotions as he watched them leave.

As the seconds ticked away, Future Peter Parker stayed in the base, accepting what was to come. Memories flooded his mind, regrets mixing with moments of happiness and sadness.

Then, as the countdown reached its final moments, Future Peter Parker closed his eyes, a sense of acceptance washing over him. In the silence of the base, he whispered to himself, "MJ, I'll be there soon."

Outside the base, Miguel, Peter, and Michael appeared at a safe distance, their hearts racing with adrenaline. As they watched from a safe distance, a deafening roar echoed through the air as the base erupted in a blinding explosion. The force of the blast sent shockwaves rippling outward, shaking the ground beneath their feet.

"It's over," Miguel muttered quietly, his voice barely audible as they looked at the wreckage in front of them.

But Peter couldn't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at him. "I should have done more," he muttered, his voice filled with regret.

Michael gently placed a reassuring hand on Peter's shoulder, providing comfort in the face of their sorrow. "You did your best," he reassured Peter, his voice calm and steady.

.........

[Mc Pov]

As the hours passed and our shared adventure came to an end, I found myself standing alongside Miguel O'Hara and Peter Parker, facing the inevitable moment of parting ways. Emotions swirled within me, a mix of gratitude, sadness, and a lingering sense of responsibility.

Turning to Miguel, I felt compelled to offer him some guidance, knowing the weight of the decisions he would face in the future. "Miguel, as you move forward, just be mindful of the choices you make," I advised, my voice tinged with concern. "The future can be unpredictable, and even the smallest actions can have profound consequences."

Miguel looked at me, a furrow forming between his brows as he sought to understand my words. "What do you mean?" he asked, a mix of curiosity and doubt evident in his expression.

"Just remember who you are and what you stand for," I answered, my voice steady and reassuring. "Stay true to yourself, especially when things get tough."

Nodding thoughtfully, Miguel absorbed my words. "I'll keep that in mind," he promised.

Then Peter's expression softened with gratitude as he turned to me, his voice carrying a depth of emotion. "Michael, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done to save my universe. You risked so much to help us, and I'll never forget that."

I returned his sentiment with a reassuring smile. "It was my pleasure, Pete. We're all in this together, and I couldn't stand by and watch without doing something to help."

His gratitude was palpable as he nodded in understanding. "And I promise you, I won't let myself become like him," he continued, his tone resolute. "This time, I'll do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of everyone I love. I won't let them down again."

Peter's eyes shone with determination as he spoke, showing a clear purpose in his words. It was like he found a new reason to keep going.

With a confident nod, I showed my support. "I trust you, Pete. You've proven to be incredibly strong and resilient through it all, and I'm confident you'll do whatever it takes to keep your loved ones safe."

As our farewell drew near, I hugged both Miguel and Peter, silently expressing the depth of our shared experiences and the bond we had formed. "You guys are the best," I murmured, my voice filled with emotion.

Miguel and Peter smiled warmly at each other, showing the bond and respect we had built. "You too, Michael," they said together, expressing their solidarity and friendship.

With a final glance back, I walked into the portal Miguel had created, heading back to my own universe. As I disappeared from their view, there was a feeling of thankfulness and friendship in the air, showing the strong connection we had built during our experience together.

To be continued

The End of Future Arc