8:00 PM.
20 Ingram Street.
The street was silent. Dim streetlights flickered over the quiet neighborhood, illuminating a house that looked perfectly ordinary, yet felt incredibly cozy.
Suddenly, the light beneath one of the streetlamps flared brightly before steadying. Seven figures stood there in the shadows. They all stared at the house ahead, each feeling a different wave of emotion.
These were the seven "Spiders" who had followed Miles Morales's lead to find the home of the late Peter Parker. Gwen was the first to speak, her voice barely a whisper.
"Peter... I can't believe it. Even in this world, Aunt May and Peter Parker live at the exact same address."
Peter (MC) nodded silently. He felt a strange weight in his chest. Seeing his own home address used by a hero who had just died made him even more determined to set things right.
"We don't have much time," Peter said, looking at the six heroes around him. "We can mourn later. Right now, we need to focus on the mission."
The middle-aged Peter B. Parker ruffled his messy hair. "So... who's going to knock?"
As soon as he asked, all five of the other Spider-Men turned their heads to look at Peter (MC).
"Alright, alright! I'll do it," Peter sighed. Since he had been the one leading the group, it only made sense that he should be the one to face the door.
He walked up the path and stood before the front door. Even the doorbell is in the same spot, he thought. If I don't get justice for this world's Peter, I'll never forgive myself.
The door opened.
A woman with white hair stood there. Her eyes were red from crying, and she looked exhausted by her grief. When she saw Peter's face—so familiar yet slightly different—she gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Tears began to pour down her face.
"Peter? You're... you're back?"
Aunt May, having just lost the last of her family, mistook him for her nephew. She threw her arms around his shoulders and sobbed into his chest. The other Spider-Men watched from the shadows, their own eyes turning red. Peter B. Parker was actually crying; in his world, his Aunt May had been gone for years.
Peter (MC) waited for the crying to slow down before he gently patted her shoulder.
"Aunt May... I'm not the Peter Parker you know," he said softly. "I know it's hard to understand, but I come from a different world."
He expected her to be confused, but she just wiped her eyes and nodded. "I know. While I was cleaning out Peter's things, I found a letter he wrote. He told me that more people like him would show up soon."
Peter realized that the deceased Spider-Man's Spider-Sense must have warned him that he might not survive. Even at the end, that Peter had been looking out for his family.
"Aunt May, I'd like you to meet my friends," Peter said.
He waved his hand, and the six other heroes stepped into the light. Aunt May watched them, a small, proud smile touching her lips. "It's so good that Peter had friends like you."
She greeted each of them, but she stayed the longest with Peter B. Parker. Looking at him was like seeing her nephew twenty years in the future.
The Underground Vault
Suddenly, the sadness in Aunt May's eyes was replaced by a sharp, intelligent look. "You're here because you need help, aren't you? Come with me. It's time to open Peter's base."
She led them through the house and into the backyard to an old wooden tool shed. She pulled out a key and unlocked the door.
As the door swung open, a massive white spider symbol began to glow on the floor. The ground split apart, revealing a space filled with bright white light.
"What is this?" Peter B. gasped. "Aunt May, how did you know about this?"
Aunt May smiled proudly. "I've known Peter was Spider-Man for a long time. I've been the one managing this base for years. Now, follow me."
She stepped inside. Peter B. and the others followed quickly. Only Peter (MC) and Gwen stayed behind for a moment. Peter pulled out his phone.
"Deep Blue, drop the suit. Stay on alert and let me know the second anyone moves on this street."
"Understood, Master," Deep Blue's voice buzzed.
A few seconds later, the hum of a jet engine sounded from the sky. A sleek metal briefcase descended, landing perfectly in Peter's hand. This was the second form of the Parker Suit Mark II—a portable briefcase that could transform back into armor in seconds.
Holding the case, Peter nodded to Gwen, and they entered the shed.
They stepped onto the floor, and it began to sink. It was an elevator. It dropped for nearly ten seconds before stopping deep underground. As Aunt May walked forward, lights flickered on automatically, revealing a massive underground hall.
It wasn't just a lab. It was an Arsenal.
Dozens of glass cases lined the walls, each containing a different Spider-Man suit. There were stealth suits, heavy armor suits, and even suits that looked like they were powered by magic. They stood there like silent guardians, waiting for the heroes to choose their weapons.