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Multiverse Misadventures

Summary:

Oh man, why do phones these days hang up at the worst time—

"Ah!"

There's a mini Spider-Man.

Jefferson exhaled sharply. This was important—what were words again? "... Listen, hmm, down there, that was, I... you—"

Then Spider-Man hugged him.

"... Okay."

For a moment, Jefferson just stood there, arms half-raised, about to return the hug awkwardly when it finally clicked.

He knew those tiny hands. He had fourteen years of experience holding that exact body, and he would recognize that voice anywhere, even if it was trying (and failing) to sound more mature.

Holy shit.

"Miles?!"

Spider-Man stiffened. His masked eyes went huge. "Miles? What's a Miles?!"

… Annnd even he winced at that one.

 

(Rewritten version for clarity and flow)

Notes:

I didn't like how messy this fic got, so a rewrite.

Chapter 1: Jefferson finds out

Chapter Text

Jefferson stared.

 

There, in front of him, stood baby Spider-Man. Or rather, his son, given the unmistakably clumsy hand gestures, frantic apologies, and increasingly absurd excuses tumbling out of the kid's mouth.

 

He couldn't help it.

 

"Spider-Man," he said, resting a firm hand on the hero’s shoulder, his smile widening. There was so much affection in his voice that it nearly cracked. Because he was really, really, really proud of him.

 

And he was going to cuddle the hell out of him and cry so much with Miles and Rio later, because the last few days had sucked, and they needed this.

 

Miles made a hopeful, nervous little noise. His co-workers looked baffled.

 

Jefferson pulled him in for a full-on bear hug.

 

"You're so grounded, sweetheart," he said, chin resting on Miles’s head, catching the faint scent of webs and smoke.

 

Miles groaned in defeat. “Ugh.”

 

But he melted into the hug anyway, barely sniffing.

 

They ignored the people taking pictures. Morales weren’t ashamed of affection. Let the world gossip—Jefferson didn’t care.

 

 

Hours and many cuddles later, someone finally broke the cozy silence.

 

“So…” Rio began, half-cuddled to him on the couch as they pretended to watch a movie they hadn’t been paying attention to for an hour. “Where are those Spider-People now, honey?”

 

“I dunno,” Miles replied, stretching his pseudo-watch. “They gave me a goober. I can probably contact them from time to time.”

 

“Not too often,” Gwen warned. “The space-time continuum is fragile.”

 

Peter B. suggested once a month; Peni said every two weeks at most.

 

“Why?” He asked. His mom pressed a flurry of kisses to his face.

 

“No reason,” she said, distracted.

 

His dad ruffled his hair, chuckling at his mild confusion.

 

That was vague.

 

Chapter 2: Visiting Spider-People

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Two years had passed since the first multiversal meeting. Miguel hadn’t been there—lucky him, or so he thought. Now, thrust into the second one, he was discovering that chaos had no mercy.

 

He picked at his food awkwardly while the Morales’ living room erupted into organized mayhem. Gwen sprawled across the couch like it was her throne. Peter B. casually flipped Mayday upside down, making Jefferson and Miguel jump every few seconds. Miles sketched the entire scene, smirking like this was normal.

 

“Dad’s bonding,” Miguel muttered under his breath, repeating Miles’ earlier comment, as though it explained why they thought it was fine to give them heart attacks.

 

Peni tinkered happily on the fridge with Noir, utterly unaware of the chaos. Ham launched a bagel towarda Pavitr that whizzed past Miguel’s ear.

 

Miguel shrank further into himself, already feeling small without the added stress of multiversal antics. And toasty—Mayday had smacked him once already.

 

“M-Mrs. Morales—” he began, voice trembling.

 

“Call me Rio, querido,” she said smoothly, stirring her pan like a pro.

 

Miguel swallowed. “R-Rio, I just… I want to say I’m sorry. I know I tried to hunt down Miles, but you have to understand my motives—”

 

He’d thought keeping the multiverse stable left him no choice—

 

“No tengo ni idea de qué hablas, Miguel,” Rio said sweetly, tightening her grip on the pan just a fraction.

 

Oh no. Wrong words.

 

Margo nearly doubled over laughing. Jessica didn’t even try hiding hers. Miguel paled further as Rio’s smile revealed all her teeth—warm, terrifying.

 

He could already tell: this visit was going to be… memorable.

 

Notes:

Rio at first: Spider-People? I have to make sure they’re trustworthy before letting them near my baby.

Rio after meeting Miguel: I’m going to send that man to OBLIVION.

Chapter 3: The Multiverse Mess

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“So,” Jefferson began, eyeing a pale Miguel on his couch, “what exactly happened?”

 

Apparently, Rio had verbally flattened Miguel thanks to a “slip of a comment,” but Jefferson hadn’t been paying attention—he was too busy watching Peter B. So he didn’t know which.

 

Miguel flinched. “…I… may have misunderstood the exact nature of the multiverse.”

 

“Oh?” Jefferson raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.

 

Miguel shifted nervously, rambling in fits as he tried to contain his anarchic thoughts. Occasionally, he added meta commentary that made Jefferson want to close his eyes.

 

At one point, a stray web shot from Peter B. stuck to the ceiling, barely missing Miguel’s head. He jumped like a cat.

 

Finally, Robbie paused his soda slurping to summarize:

 

“He lost his mind for a bit, got convinced Miles was some anomaly because the kid didn’t think like him, and we had to explain what an anomaly actually is.”

 

Jefferson nodded slowly, even as he didn’t really understand it. “Got it. Thank you.”

 

Miguel slumped further into the couch, looking thoroughly traumatized. Rio huffed, arms crossed, clearly the one with a better grasp of the concept.

 

The others quietly offered gestures of support: a squeeze here, a nod there, some barely contained laughter—but mostly, they were just present.

 

Jefferson winced anyway. Maybe a sorry was in order for asking.

 

Chapter 4: Stars and Meetings

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Rio had no problem meeting Miles’ friends—even if Miguel remained firmly on her “do not trust” list.

 

Weeks had passed. She’d forgiven him—but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be petty.

 

“So… you nearly became a TVA employee?” She asked, trying to make sense of his words.

 

Pavitr had given her a summary after intruding on her workplace, then left for a date. Gwen had followed to clarify.

 

The TVA thing still didn’t fully make sense to Rio, but she understood the gist: time-related anomalies had pushed Miguel to the edge more than before.

 

Miguel, sulking against a wall near one of Miles’ favorite graffiti spots, muttered, “Got invited, more like. The director got very fond of my… brief tyranny.” Lyla gave a small, resigned shrug from her hologram.

 

Rio pursed her lips. “… Move over.”

 

Miguel hesitated, then obeyed. She sat beside him, glancing up at the stars. They were beautiful.

 

For about an hour, silence stretched comfortably. Neither spoke.

 

Finally, Rio broke it. “Hot chocolate or ice cream?” She knew her kid hadn’t eaten everything yet.

 

Miguel thought, then chose hot chocolate.

 

“Very well,” Rio said with a nod. For a moment, she thought she saw a small, shy smile from him as she extended her hand.

 

She smiled. It looked like he might finally leave her list after all.