As I scanned the surroundings, it became clear that I needed to locate Miles, and I had a hunch about where he might be headed well I know the movie so yeah.

Approaching the designated area, I witnessed Miles confronting Peter B, who lay unconscious, apparently electrocuted by Miles himself.

Suddenly, a police officer's voice pierced the air, demanding to know who was present.

A sudden shout from the police snapped my attention. This was my opportunity to intervene. Clad in my black Spider-Man suit, I approached Miles, aware that he might mistake me for his deceased Peter Parker. But I wasn't Peter Parker; I was Michael Wilson from another dimension. However, I had no time for explanations; my priority was to secure Miles and Peter B in a safe location, although I wasn't sure where that might be in this unfamiliar dimension.

Emerging before Miles, I noticed his startled expression as his eyes fell upon my black suit. Stammering, he questioned, "Who-Who are you?"

I urged him to stay calm. "Shh, don't panic. We need to leave before the police find us," I whispered urgently.

Observing the police officers searching the vicinity, Miles nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting between me and the approaching authorities. "Okay," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Before we could depart, I requested, "But first, please lead the way. I'm not familiar with this world," I lifted the unconscious Peter B onto my shoulder, signaling that we needed to move quickly.

Miles furrowed his brow in confusion. "World?" he echoed, clearly bewildered by my cryptic statement. unsure of what I meant.

Feeling the urgency of the situation, I calmed Miles with a promise: "I'll fill you in later. For now, let's just focus on getting out of here."

....

All right, folks, let's get this show on the road.

My name? Peter B. Parker. Yeah, I'm the guy who got bitten by a radioactive spider. Classic origin story, right? For 22 years, I thought I was the one and only Spider-Man. But boy, was I wrong.

You know how it goes - saved the city countless times, fell in love, even tied the knot. But then life threw me some curveballs. Made some questionable financial decisions, like seriously, never invest in a spider-themed restaurant. And then there was the whole marriage thing. Let's just say it got complicated.

Fast forward through a decade and a half of mundane stuff, injuries, and heartache. I mean, I broke my back once, a drone flew into my face, and I had to say goodbye to Aunt May. The wife and I, well, we split up. But hey, I handled it like a champ. cue me crying in the bathtub Yeah, life's funny like that.

You know, despite all the punches life threw at me, I always got back up. Took some time to reflect, work on myself, you know? Did you know seahorses mate for life? Yeah, it's crazy. Sometimes, I wish I could've been like that, but I guess it wasn't in the cards for me.

Now, picture this: I'm in my apartment, planning to do some push-ups, but let's be real, I'm just chilling on my bed, munching on some pizza. That's when the weirdest thing happened. And trust me, weird stuff happens to me all the time.

Suddenly, I get sucked into this black hole, like "Aurg! Aurg!" Next thing I know, I'm in New York, but it's different. Oh, and did I mention, I'm dead? And blonde? Perfect, right? It's like looking in a mirror, only, you know, dead.

I've got this sneaking suspicion that whatever brought me here also got my other self killed. But hey, you want to know what happens next? Yeah, me too.

.....

(Michael Wilson POV)

Miles glanced at me, his eyes scanning as he processed what I had just said. "So, you're saying you're from a different dimension, kind of like this one but with its own twists?" he asked, walking around me as if trying to piece together the puzzle.

"Yeah, exactly," I confirmed, nodding. "And back in my dimension, I'm Spider-Man, just like you and Peter Parker ."

Miles paused, his brow furrowing. "But how did you end up here if you're from another dimension?" he inquired, his curiosity evident.

I shrugged casually, trying to deflect the question. "That's the million-dollar question," I admitted with a smirk. "I don't have the answer to that yet." In reality, though, I knew exactly how I ended up here. It was all because of my system, transporting me here instead of the original Peter Parker who should have been in my place. But, of course, I wasn't about to spill the beans on that.

His gaze shifted to Peter B, still unconscious on my shoulder. "And this guy... he's another version of Peter Parker from a different dimension?" Miles surmised, piecing it together.

Impressed, I chuckled softly. "You've got it. You really know your physics, huh?"

Miles stopped, his eyes wide with excitement. "Welp, Quantum theory," he said. "Wow,This is incredible!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah, it sure is," I replied, sharing in his amazement at the mind-bending possibilities of alternate dimensions and quantum mechanics.

Peter B Parker suddenly woke up, looking shocked as he saw me and Miles. I was wearing the black Spider-Man suit, while my face is exposed, while Miles was still in his costume his face is also exposed, by the way the costume is the type you'd find in a store.

"Who are you guys?" Peter B questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief.

I met his gaze directly. "Hey, man, don't freak out. I'm just like you, but from a different dimension. I'm not Peter Parker; I'm Michael Wilson, another Spider-Man from my world."

Peter B blinked, trying to process the information. "So, you're similar to me, a Spider-Man, but also different?" he echoed, still grappling with the concept.

"Yep, you got it," I confirmed with a nod.

Peter B looked at me, his eyes scanning my face, which he found handsome and noticeably different from his own rugged and messy appearance. "How did you..." he began, gesturing with his hands in a strange manner.

I understood what he was getting at — how I managed to maintain my appearance despite the challenges of being Spider-Man. It was a tough life, after all, filled with great power and great responsibility.

I chuckled softly, anticipating his unspoken question. "Well, with great power comes —"

Before I could finish, Peter B interrupted, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Don't you dare finish that sentence," he warned, shaking his head.

I raised an eyebrow, amused. "Comes with g—"

Peter B cut me off again. "Don't do it! I'm sick of it," he declared, his tone laced with exasperation.

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I maintained a serious expression as I looked at Peter B, feeling a pang of empathy for the struggles he must have endured. Meanwhile, Miles observed our interaction with curiosity.

"I know it's hard to be a Spider-Man," I began, my tone somber. "I mean, look at your appearance. You're kinda messy, and your body's kinda Um.. out of shape."

Peter B's response was immediate, a hint of offense in his voice. "Pretty sure you just called me fat," he remarked.

Recognizing my mistake, I swiftly corrected myself. I flashed a reassuring smile and extended my hand in a gesture of apology and understanding.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that," I interjected, my voice earnest. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, I've been there." My gaze softened, meeting Peter B's with a sense of shared understanding.

"Heck, I've been frozen for thirty-eight years. My family died — my mother and my father." A heaviness settled among us, the gravity of my past hanging in the air.

Miles, clearly moved by the weight of my story, he couldn't help but react with a single, heartfelt word: "Damn." His voice was soft, but the emotion behind it was clear. His face showed a mix of surprise, sympathy, and maybe even a little respect.

As Peter B listened, his tough look softened, and he seemed sorry. "Oh.. I'm sorry, I didn't think about what you've been through," he said, sounding genuinely regretful.

"It's okay, really," I reassured him. "I'm okay now. I'm trying to do the best thing for everyone."

Peter B listened attentively, his curiosity piqued. "How did you overcome everything? The pain, the struggles, all of that messy stuff?" he inquired.

"I didn't overcome everything," I admitted, my voice revealing a vulnerability that resonated with Peter B. As I spoke, I gestured with my hand, as if physically representing the weight of my burdens, making it easier for Peter B to grasp the depth of my struggles.

"I just carry it with me — the pain, the struggles," I continued, my tone somber yet resolute.

"You see, Pete," I explained earnestly, ensuring my words were clear and comprehensible, "I keep pushing forward, no matter how tough life gets. That's just who I am. That's what being Spider-Man means to me."

Peter B took a moment to digest my words, his face reflecting a mix of emotions as he processed the significance of my story. "Spider-Man, huh? It's kind of ironic, isn't it? That word led me down this path," he reflected, his tone tinged with sadness.

In response, I simply nodded, my expression mirroring his somber mood. It was clear that he carried a heavy burden, one that resonated deeply with me.

Afterall Seeing Peter B's journey through the Spider-Verse Movie, you can't help but admire him. He went through so much but stayed strong and stuck to what he believed in. Even though his past is really sad, learning about it shows how tough he is and how he never gave up. It's inspiring to see someone face tough times like that and keep going. It just makes you respect him even more.

but before I could think, Miles interjected, his youthful voice breaking the silence. "Um, excuse me?" he interjected, his gaze darting between Peter B and me with curiosity.

I turned my attention to Miles. "What is it, Miles?" I inquired, acknowledging his presence.

"So, what are we going to do?" Miles asked, his tone tinged with uncertainty and urgency, indicating his eagerness to address the situation at hand.

Peter B's sudden realization about his current situation "About what?" he asked, seeking clarification from Miles.

Miles, he gulped and his expression is grave. "Well, um, I think I know why you're both here. Because of the supercollider, you know kingpin trying to run it," he explained, his words carrying a weight of concern.

Peter B's gaze sharpened as he processed this information. "And where is this supercollider?" he inquired, his tone laced with urgency.

"In Brooklyn. Under Fisk Tower," Miles responded, his voice steady despite the gravity of their situation.

Upon learning the location, Peter B rose to his feet, his resolve evident. "I gotta go," he declared, ready to take action.

Concerned, I reached out to him. "Hey, don't go," I urged, recognizing the dangers ahead.

Peter B paused, meeting my gaze. "Look, um..." he trailed off, searching for the right words.

"It's Michael," I reminded him, offering a sense of familiarity and understanding.

"Okay, Michael. You understand me, right?" Peter B sought reassurance, his tone earnest.

"Yeah, I understand you," I affirmed, acknowledging his situation.

"That's why I have to go and get back to my life," Peter B explained, his determination unwavering.

Miles interjected, emphasizing the urgency of their mission. "But You can't let them run it," he asserted, his voice urgent.

"I'm supposed to destroy it," Miles continued, his resolve clear. "So it never runs again, or everyone's gonna die."

Peter B echoed Miles' sentiment, his voice tinged with sarcasm as he acknowledged the seriousness of their situation. "Or everyone's gonna die. That's what they always say," he remarked mockingly, his tone dripping with irony.

"But there's always a little bit of time before everybody dies," he added, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "And that's when I do my best work,"

Suddenly, Peter B was overcome with glitching and pain, causing him to cry out in agony. "Aargh!" he exclaimed, struggling to maintain his composure.

Alarmed, Miles turned to me. "What's going on?" he asked, his concern evident.

I turned my attention to Peter B, recognizing the consequences of being in the wrong dimension. "This is what happens if you're in the wrong dimension," I explained, my voice tinged with urgency.

Peter B winced, clearly feeling the effects of being in the wrong dimension. "Shit. I don't think my atoms are real jazzed about being in the wrong dimension," he remarked, his discomfort is obvious.

Seeing Peter B like this, I couldn't help but smirk as I addressed Peter B. "That's why it's crucial for you to listen," I emphasized, urging him to pay attention.

Peter B met my gaze, his expression frustrated. "Fine. So, what's your plan?" he inquired, his voice filled with annoyance.

I replied, "Well, listen..."

To be continued