Earth 700. Brooklyn, New York.
Peter Parker only vaguely remembered the specific plot beats of the movie Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. But the moment he stepped through the multiverse rift and hit the concrete of this new reality, he ran the timeline calculations and figured out exactly where he was.
Miles Morales hadn't been bitten yet.
The primary indicator was environmental. New York had just experienced a highly localized, bizarre seismic event. In the original story, that second test was the event that pulled Gwen Stacy aka Spider-Woman of Earth-65 into this dimension, throwing her a week backward in time.
Which meant the Peter Parker of Earth 700 had likely already built his override key to shut the collider down, but he hadn't made his final run at the facility yet.
Peter had spent his first few hours swinging past Brooklyn high schools. He successfully located Visions Academy, where Miles was enrolled, but a quick sweep of the perimeter and the surrounding diners turned up absolutely no sign of a displaced, undercover Gwen Stacy.
"Okay, good news," Peter muttered to himself, currently crawling upside-down along the ceiling of a damp Brooklyn subway maintenance tunnel. "No Gwen means the collider hasn't exploded yet. Time travel hasn't happened. I actually made it here early."
He paused, looking down at the rusted tracks and the flickering fluorescent lights below. "Also... this looks really familiar."
He scuttled silently along the concrete ceiling, following the tunnel layout from his memory of the movie. He eventually reached an abandoned subway control station. The main access corridor was sealed behind a heavy electronic door. Beyond the reinforced glass of the control booth, the passageway was choked with construction debris and the walls were layered in overlapping, vibrant street graffiti. The glass housing of the booth itself was shattered, the metal framing bent inward.
There was absolutely no doubt. This was the exact spot where the Miles Morales of this universe was supposed to be bitten. But according to Peter's timeline math, the bite hadn't happened yet.
Thank God I grabbed petty cash before I left the Tower, Peter thought. He had stopped at a pet supply store in Queens on his way to the Brooklyn transit hubs, buying a small, secure plastic terrarium designed for reptiles.
Now, the only question is whether the spider from Universe 42 is already hanging around here... or if it hasn't crossed over yet. It didn't really matter. He had the high ground, he had the container, and he had patience. He could just wait for the spider to come to him.
Peter shifted his weight, looking through the dust-caked glass of the control station. Deeper down this abandoned line was the cavernous cavern where Kingpin had built the collider. Could he just swing down there right now and dismantle the machine himself?
No. Bad idea, Peter decided. The Peter Parker of this universe is a ten-year veteran. If he decided to build an override key instead of just smashing the console, he probably had a good reason. Better to stick to the plan. I'll wait here, intercept the spider, and then find him.
The worst-case scenario was that the Universe 42 spider hadn't been pulled through the rift yet, which would mean Peter might be camping in this subway tunnel for a few days. But he wasn't worried. He had seen the spider in his Web of Fate tremor at the Homecoming dance. He knew exactly what it looked like. It was coming.
"I just really hope the Avengers can cover for me back home," Peter muttered, settling into a comfortable crouch on a steel crossbeam. "Especially if Uncle Ben and Aunt May get back from their trip early. If they find an empty house, they're going to panic. Hopefully, Tony remembers to have JARVIS call them and say I'm at the Baxter Building for my internship."
He had slipped out of his suit entirely, stashing it in his backpack, and spent the afternoon as a normal fifteen-year-old kid buying supplies. Now, he was back in the suit, ready for the long haul.
A few nights later.
"Hey, how did you even know about this place?"
"I used to do engineering work down here."
The voices echoed up from the cavernous darkness of the abandoned station. Peter, who had been dozing lightly on a roof beam for three consecutive nights, snapped awake. He flipped silently onto his stomach, tapped the side of his mask to engage the thermal and infrared overlay, and began scanning the perimeter.
He heard the heavy metallic clank of someone stepping over the protective security gate. But more importantly, his infrared scan caught a tiny, distinct heat signature moving along the far wall.
He found it.
It was a large arachnid. The number '42' was printed starkly across its abdomen, alongside the faded logo of the Alchemax Corporation. All eight of its legs were glowing with a faint, unnatural blue light. It was crawling steadily along the concrete, completely out of place.
The moment Peter's eyes locked onto it, the spider stopped. It turned. Peter stared at the spider, and the spider stared back. His spider-sense gave a low, resonant thrum. The Universe 42 spider seemed to register the connection. It slowly raised one of its front legs.
Thwip. A precision web-line pinned the spider instantly. Peter dropped silently from the ceiling, landing in a crouch beside it. He reached out with gloved fingers to carefully peel the web and the spider off the concrete.
The moment he lifted it, the spider thrashed. Its eight glowing legs scrabbled wildly before it lunged, sinking its sharp mandibles directly into the webbing between Peter's thumb and index finger.
"Ow! Son of a—"
Peter bit down on the curse. Directly below him, standing on the platform, Miles Morales and Aaron Davis were unpacking spray paint.
Peter gritted his teeth against the sudden, burning spike of pain radiating up his arm. Below him, Miles shook a spray can and yelled, "Brooklyn!" into the empty station.
Peter exhaled a tight breath of relief. He carefully pulled the biting spider off his hand and dropped it into the plastic terrarium, snapping the lid shut.
"It's not going to do anything to me, buddy," Peter whispered to the plastic box, shaking out his stinging hand. "I'm already Spider-Man. Although... please tell me a double-dose doesn't turn me into a Man-Spider or give me six extra arms. That would be really hard to explain to Aunt May."
He tucked the terrarium securely into his web-backpack and slipped silently away, crawling vertically up the graffiti-covered wall and disappearing into the ventilation shaft.
Down on the platform, Miles Morales was completely unaware that his entire destiny had just been rerouted. He was already sketching out his mural.
A few feet away, Aaron Davis paused. The Prowler's instincts flared. He looked up sharply at the ceiling, scanning the darkness. He saw nothing.
"What's wrong, Uncle Aaron?" Miles asked, looking back.
"Nothing," Aaron said after a long moment, shaking his head. "Keep going."
Peter emerged from a subway grate two blocks away, breathing the cool Brooklyn night air. He checked the terrarium. The spider was fine.
The rest of the plan was straightforward: find the Spider-Man of Earth 700, brief him on the multiverse collapse, help him shut down Kingpin's collider, and then figure out how to transport this spider back to Universe 42 so it could bite the correct Miles Morales. Then, go home.
He fired a web and launched himself over a low apartment building. He was mid-swing when his spider-sense suddenly screamed.
It wasn't a warning; it was an impact alert.
Peter twisted wildly in the air, trying to alter his trajectory, but the incoming attack was flawlessly predicted. A heavy boot slammed into his chest mid-swing. Peter was knocked completely out of the air, crashing onto the gravel roof of a nearby building. He rolled three times to bleed the momentum before popping back to his feet.
He immediately checked his backpack. The plastic box was intact. The Universe 42 spider was bouncing around inside, highly agitated but alive.
Before Peter could even fully straighten up, a voice cut through the darkness.
"I saw the news alerts about a fake Spider-Man swinging around Brooklyn, but I didn't actually believe it until right now."
A figure dropped from the water tower, landing in a perfect, classic three-point superhero crouch. He stood up. He was wearing a slightly older, thicker variant of the red-and-blue suit, and he was noticeably broader and taller than Peter.
The older Spider-Man pointed a harsh finger directly at Peter's chest. "Chameleon? I thought you were supposed to be doing twenty-to-life in Ryker's. Go back to prison, you cheap knockoff."
"What? No!" Peter held up both hands. "I'm not an imposter!"
"Then why are you pointing at me?" the older Spider-Man demanded.
"I'm not pointing at you! You're pointing at me!" Peter shot back, gesturing at the finger still leveled at his chest.
The argument died instantly.
A violent, high-frequency hum vibrated between them. Peter's spider-sense flared, but not with danger. It was a resonance. A perfect, mirroring frequency.
The older Spider-Man dropped his hand, his posture shifting from aggressive to completely stunned. "Whoa," he breathed. "Wait. You... me? We're the same?" He tilted his head. "Are you a clone? Is this a clone saga thing? Because I really don't have the energy for a clone saga right now."
"I'm Peter Parker," Peter said quickly, pulling his mask off to show his face. "Peter Benjamin Parker. I'm from a different universe. I know exactly who you are, I know what Kingpin is building under the city, and I'm here to help."
The older Peter Parker stared at him for a long, heavy moment. The tension slowly bled out of his shoulders.
"So... Fisk actually got the collider working," Earth 700's Spider-Man sighed, rubbing the back of his masked neck. "Great. Perfect. Alright, kid. Let's go home. And by home, I mean my home. I assume you know the address?"
"Forest Hills Gardens," Peter said automatically. "20 Ingram Street."
"Yep. You really are me," the older Peter muttered. "Even the real estate is the same. Come on."
The two Spider-Men fired webs and swung off into the Brooklyn night together.
Three seconds after they cleared the roof, the air above the gravel distorted violently.
A precision interdimensional rift sliced open, glowing with harsh, digital orange light. A massive figure stepped through the portal, his boots crunching heavily on the gravel.
He was built like a heavyweight fighter. He wore a high-tech, metallic blue-black suit, the chest dominated by a massive, aggressive red spider emblem that looked more like a skull. Spikes protruded from his forearms.
Spider-Man 2099 had arrived.
Miguel O'Hara raised his wrist. A holographic projection of a woman composed of golden data-streams flickered into existence over his gauntlet.
"Lyla. Confirm universal designation," Miguel ordered, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
"We have successfully tracked the anomaly to Earth 700, Miguel," Lyla chimed cheerfully. "The local reality barrier is currently stable. No signs of localized universal collapse... yet."
"Good." Miguel tapped a control on his wrist, and a red scanning laser swept across the rooftop, instantly highlighting the residual webbing and scuff marks where the two Peters had just been standing. "I have the local Spider-Man's trajectory. But who was the kid?"
Lyla's hologram flickered as she processed the data. "Multiverse resonance analysis complete. The unidentified Spider-Man originates from Earth 616."
Miguel went completely still. "616?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing behind his crimson lenses. "The primary universe? The one with the thickest reality barrier in the entire Web?"
He looked up, tracking the invisible path the two Spider-Men had taken.
"It doesn't matter," Miguel said coldly, firing a red, digitized web-line that hummed with energy. "I'm not letting a 616 anomaly tear apart the Web of Fate."
He vaulted off the roof, launching himself into the night.
PS: Another change, in this fanfic our Peter universe is the primary universe and got the designation 616, while the original 616 universe that in the Marvel Comic will now be Earth-616O
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