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Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Miles’ brain was running on overtime staring at this stupid gizmo. How could anyone have made something so impossibly compact, let alone have any idea what kind of work went into making it to begin with? There were wires everywhere, so, so many wires, and the conduit was absolutely cooked, split at the impact sites so badly that the wires were fraying beneath it. The detached screen hanging from its hinge was glitching and outside Miles could hear them looking for him and-
I need to breathe. There’s no time to over think this. Just gotta dive in head first and hope for the best. Right?
With a thwip of a web, Miles grabs his father's tool bag, hoping that anything of use could be inside, but chances were low, dimensional travel was a niche subject y'know? Rummaging through the tool bag, Miles takes a deep breath and starts working on resetting the gizmo, screwing off the screen completely and readjusting the wires beneath it, all different colors that may indicate placement are drained by dust and other materials that were coating them. The noise from outside the apartment sounds like whoever is looking for him is getting closer, the occasional thwip of a web and command, yelled most likely by Miguel, becoming more apparent by the minute.
God. Miguel, what a sad excuse for a spiderman, expecting Miles to just let his father die, and after he lost uncle Aaron too? Not to mention the fact that Miguel placed himself into a whole new timeline to be with his daughter and botched it so bad the timeline collapsed. What a hypocrite, Miles hadn't even done anything that grim. Despite the feelings he has towards the man, Miles hasn’t got the time to contemplate Miguel's complexity, he’s just got to place these stupid wires somewhere, readjust the frequencies, and try to get out of here.
Zapping a few cable ends with his electricity here and there, Miles’ fingers are quick as he places some old electrical tape over the messily tucked wiring, sealing the gizmo back up and screwing back on the screen. Tossing the tools back into the bag haphazardly, he slides the gizmo onto his wrist. Surprisingly to Miles, even though he was initially met by its cool exterior, warmth was slowly leaking out of the carbon casing and into his skin. Unfortunately, despite the warmth, it hasn't turned on- the display screen is still dim, and only a faint buzz is coming from the device.
“Oh come on, please” he mutters, tapping at the screen.
Maybe if he can take the screen off again and readjust the wires it will work?
“Thats his apartment, right up this street!”
Shit.
The voice came from somewhere outside the window, the group has to be about a minute away by now, and they’re advancing. Rapidly. Shit. Shit. Shit. Smacking the stupid device is what Miles has resorted to now. God, nothing is going right today.
“You stupid thing!” He hissed.
Sudden red light made him squint in comparison to the dark he’d been working in to avoid being seen from the street. Yes! The gizmo was on! Oddly enough though, he thought he had recalled the device glowing orange originally. With a shrug, Miles decided there wasn't time to consider that fact right now, his senses were tingling like crazy and he knew he had only moments to disappear. Grabbing a worn down Nike bag, Miles chucked in as many tubes of web fluid he could find, his school ID, a handful of loose change, and his very first comic of himself. Maybe it could come in handy for proving who he was? He was set. Nothing else of importance to grab, or nothing else of importance that he had time to grab anyways.
“Well, whatever timeline I jump into, just going to have to thug it out until I can get this fixed for real.” He muttered.
Adjusting the watch at random, Miles selected the first timeline on the screen, a timeline labelled JJ0K2020, perfect, sounds like nothing he's ever heard before. Pressing select, Miles stood sturdy, ready for the portal to appear. White and yellow light burst from the gizmo, zapping out, smashing objects in the room. In the midst of this cascade of noise and flying shards, a portal slowly became corporeal in front of him, looking nothing like what Gwen's looked like, it looked kind of.. Glitchy? Dark purples and changing blues circled and blinked in front of him.
“That's him! I can see a portal!”
Fuck, no time to contemplate, he thought.
Diving head first in, Miles just prayed for the best.