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He would like to say that each Spider person chosen to join the spider society was a methodical, long thought out process.
That out of every thousand Spidermen, one was chosen.
But he would honestly be lying.
While there was a review process, where they evaluated a Spider’s abilities on a scale, it was honestly up to who piqued their interest first.
Like right now.
Jess and Miguel looked at the screen with interest.
The current Spider they were reviewing, was a tough one for sure. Probably one of the toughest that had been considered.
They had been a Spider for about seven years. Practically forced into the position due to the war that was going on on their Earth. You were drafted, and then chosen randomly to be genetically altered with Spider Venom in an attempt to make a super soldier.
It was very Earth-199999 esque. At first it almost made Miguel turn the page. He did not want to deal with a Spider that was from an Earth similar to that one. He could not deal with that headache.
But as the war continued, they became more cruel. Being the only successful Spider-Soldier, they wanted to run tests. Take blood, push your endurance and try to make you even more super. In their search to find out why you works, they pushed you away with their cruelty.
And that's when you truly became a Spiderperson.
“They’re tough. I think they’d be a useful asset.”
“You think they could follow orders?”
Jess stood there for a moment, looking over the files Layla was able to grab off your Earth. Everything was either classified, blacked out, or destroyed by you when you went rogue. She wasn’t sure if you would follow orders. You were soldier turned superhuman, turned vigilante. That was a story that told itself. You were a free agent - literally.
But she could feel your determination, even from dimensions away.
“I think they could.”
“We’ll go when their Earth hits o’three hundred.”
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You had hit a dent in your plan.
While you had taken out three outposts, it seemed like they knew the next one you were planning on hitting. In retaliation they upped their security, and strengthened their towers to jam your signals. They had you between a rock and a hard place.
So right now, you were stuck.
Grabbing one of your monitors, you let out a guttural scream as you threw it into the wall.
It practically disintegrated into a million little pieces. The wall that it had hit had a sizable dent, with small cracks forming.
Closing out all your tabs, you sighed as you started at your screensaver. You felt your shoulders drop a little as you saw your reflection in the monitor.
Would he be proud? Or disappointed?
Before you could even reminisce, you felt the hairs on your arm stand.
Clicking a tab on the computer that turned it off completely, you quickly jumped up onto the ceiling. Pulling your mask down, you took in a deep breath as you watched the door get practically ripped off its hinges.
Two people walked in, and immediately you felt fear.
They were both Spider-Soldiers…or at least they looked like it. They didn’t have the uniform or the head gear…but instead were both in brightly colored spider themed outfits. It reminded you of when you broke off, you immediately designed your own to combat against your forced conformity.
You were mostly worried about the fact that they were successful in recreating the serum that made you.
“ The tracker says they’re here…are you sure this is their base?”
“ Look around Jess, this is obviously their base.”
Your heart stopped when you heard that voice.
And while it went against everything you’ve learned, everything that was drilled into your system, you acted on emotion. Screw the stealth tactic.
Shooting a web at the female Spider’s ankle, you yanked her up fast and hard so that she was dangling from her ankles.
“SPI-”
A quick web to the mouth shut her up.
Shooting a web at her wrists, you shot back up to tie her wrists to the ceiling as well. Hog tying her to the ceiling, you stared at her for a moment unknowingly making eye contact with her. She shook as she hung there, unsure now what to make of you.
Especially now, as your face lined up with her. You reached forward slowly, gripping onto her glasses and taking them off. She shook her head, breathing heavily as she watched you.
You moved with deadly accuracy. At first she was curious as to why her spidey-senses hadn’t alerted her to you. But as she watched you she noticed how you used your stature to your advantage. You moved like you were one with your surroundings - more so than any Spider they had recruited so far.
Were you…you weren’t even breathing!
As you descended behind the other Spider, your heart was going a mile a minute. Your own spider senses were flying off the handle, it was almost hard to concentrate.
You needed to see if it was actually him.
You were literal inches away from him when your lungs started to scream for air. You had been holding your breath for a solid few minutes. Your expanded lung capacity could only help you for so long.
The minute you had let out just the smallest bit of pressure from your chest, the Spider in front of you had whipped around.
His hand immediately went to your throat, lifting you up with ease.
With your emotions still at an all time high, you started to kick and scratch. His grip was tight, but not deadly. He was holding you to keep you in place, not to hurt you.
While still keeping you in the air, he brought you closer to his face. His head tilted as he watched you struggle, hanging onto the hand that held you tight. His senses were fighting yours. Both your frequencies screaming at eachother. He could see you flinching as well, and not at his grip.
Despite the ringing in your ears, every sense telling you to trust him you needed to see. The growing pit in your stomach felt like it was devouring every bit of energy you had and throwing out every emotion you had managed to bury in these last few years.
Reaching forward, you hand gripped the top of his mask and quickly pulled up.
As if he knew what you were doing, the minute you had a hold on his mask whatever was making him freeze pushed him into motion. He immediately threw you as far away from him as possible.
Both of you were holding the other’s mask.
And both of your hearts felt like they had stopped.
At first he couldn’t believe it. That you were standing right infront of him.
A warmth he hadn’t felt in his chest had slowly started to grow, spreading to his neck and his heart. His hands gripped themselves tightly, to keep him in place. Oh how he knew that he had to stand his ground, and cement himself in place despite the only thing he wanted to do was to run and hold you in his arms…again.
That's exactly what you wanted too. To have him hold you so so close that you were both almost one. Your heart couldn’t keep up with everything that was pumping through your veins right now.
You thought you would never see him again. It was fact to you for the longest time. You had watched him get taken from you, slowly and painfully. He was the reason for everything. For you going rogue, becoming the vigilante that you were now and painstakingly taking down the organization that forced you to be the way that you were. They took everything from you, and you had promised to take everything from them.
You had promised him…
Just like he had promised you…
He remembers holding you, feeling your body quiver in his arms after a particularly rough encounter. You weren’t built for his world but you were in it anyway.
He remembers wiping your tears away, the last thing he saw in your eyes was a yearning sadness.
And here he was again, like it was that terrible terrible day. Tears threatening to spill, a look of want filling them.
That made it worse. That you knew him in this world.
“Miguel..?” You called out, your voice barely above a whisper.
Oh how he missed that sound. The way you said his name.
It was the only thing he wanted to hear.
This had to be some cruel joke that the universe was playing on him. That the multiverse had decided would be his fate yet again.
He was stronger than this.
When you took a step towards him, he took a step back.
Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“Spider-Soldier…We’ve..Maybe we should explain on the way?”
The woman you had webbed up earlier was now standing beside you. Her hand being the anchor you needed to bring you back to reality. Reaching a hand up, you wiped away one of your tears that had fallen.
“You’re not him are you? You’re someone else entirely.”
“Yes…”
Nodding, you swallowed as you turned to the woman. Giving her glasses back to her, you stood up straighter as the waves of emotion you were feeling began to bottle up.
“Explain what exactly? I have very important matters to attend to here.”
Walking back over to the computer, you turned it back on to try and distract yourself.
You were stupid to think that even for a moment he was back. Nothing in your life had ever been given to you. So to think that he was back without some catch? That was a thought the old you would have believed.
Oh to be that naive again.
Miguel and Jess watched from behind, as you continued to clack away. The way you had just sucked it all in, and became strict in two seconds really reminded Jess of Miguel…it was almost uncanny.
Looking over at him, she frowned when he saw the look on his face. Now that you weren’t looking at him, he let out a little emotion.
The sadness in his eyes alone could weigh down multiverses.
Jess came to stand next to you, and saw the same look in his eyes that Miguel had. With a heavy heart, she put her hand over yours. It was shaking with every tape of the key, and you were sure if she hadn’t take your attention again another monitor would soon meet its fate
“I know this may be…alot right now but what we’re offering you could do some real good. You could help so many other Earths if you just hear us out.”
Stopping for a moment, you looked over at her and swallowed. You had so much to do here, for him and for yourself.
“My…Earth needs me though.”
Jess took a look over your screen. She could see that you were scrambling for an answer to an almost unsolvable problem. You were backed in a corner with now way out right now. She was sure it was the reason why there was a destroyed monitor on the other side of the room.
“It looks like you could use some time away…come back at it with fresh eyes? Plus what we’re offering could be a little release of some of that building tension?”
Looking at her, you took in a small breath before pinching the bridge of your nose. Jess would be laughing right now at how uncanny you and Miguel acted oh so similar.
You two must’ve been inseparable on this Earth.
Miguel stood there, watching with a softened gaze. He wanted to go back. Because the longer he stood there the more his resolve was crumbling.
Especially now, as you looked back at him. He felt his heart break all over again.
“What even are you…inviting me too? You’re talking about Earths and you guys are…spider people?”
Miguel sighed, as he crossed his arms and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t believe he was dragging you back into this.
…what if this took you away from him again?
“It's complicated to explain here…why don’t we take you back to headquarters, where we can show you the whole presentation.”
Crossing your arms, you looked back at the woman and then Miguel.
You desperately wanted to just run back with him. Your heart was betraying you, because all it took was one look and it felt like you were a stupid teenager again. Hiding behind the bleachers and sharing secret looks.
It was beating in your chest at the same speed it did when he had kissed you for the first time.
He must have known you on his…Earth. Your head was just barely piecing together the fact that multiverses were real. You remember one of your fellow soldiers talking about it…as a way to distract themselves from what was happening around them.
But now you had to catch up to the idea that he knew you too…or at least a version of you.
From the look in his eye that you barely managed to catch every time he would glance at you, you could tell thing had not ended well for you.
That little voice in the back of your head, the voice you usually listened to to get you through tough times started to speak up again.
That since he had known you on his Earth…maybe just maybe you could get to know him.
Like you knew your Miguel.
Miguel found himself having the same thoughts. The same shameful thoughts that your touch would be the same. Your pillow talk could possibly be the same, The way you said his name was, so why not anything else?
Flashes of your Miguel grounded you though. That he was not yours, at least not here. You had already had your time with Miguel. And for some reason it was only that short amount of time.
You had already gotten your allotted amount of touches,
Kisses,
Caresses,
And time to just…hold one another.
“ (Y/N)...”
Looking at him, he was carefully watching you. Him saying your name in that beautifully pained voice confirmed it for you. That he had already had his time with you too.
The woman, gods you should have remembered her name he said it earlier, came to stand next to Miguel. Pressing a few buttons on her watch, suddenly a medley of light and color opened behind her.
“It really would be easier to explain if you just came with us. I promise I will bring you back if you say no, but just hear us out.”
Tossing you a wristband, you swallowed before looking back at your computer.
It was probably best that you not be here for a few hours…at least thats what you were telling yourself just to let yourself off the hook for jumping at the chance to be with him again.
Sliding it on, you watched as the woman stepped through and it was just you and Miguel standing there with the portal painting him in a beautiful array.
Holding out his hand to you, you could see how his hand shook.
You also noticed how it stopped when you took it.
“Fine…”
After you took his hand you knew your fate was sealed.
That whatever this “Spider Society” was…you would accept.
Just to be near him again.
Even though it would hurt. That it would feel like your heart was getting ripped out over and over again.
A part of you hoped that it would stop…or numb after a while. But in the back of your mind you knew it wouldn’t
But at least you would get to see his face again.