αяє тнσѕє му ¢нυ¢к тαуℓσяѕ? *:.｡..｡.:*ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕖 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 *:.｡. .｡.:*

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖤𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖨𝗀𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

~

"What is this, 'The Return of Igor the Spotted Hunchback'?" I throw my hands up in defeat. "Can't seem to catch a break, man."

With a shrug, Hobie jumps into action.

"I will clear out the civilians; Miles, try help best you can." He nods at my orders, making his way over to a tired-looking Gwen.

"OK, ma'am, your husband is fine! Look, he's right there in the corridor, waiting for you." The older woman clutching my bicep eventually cranes her neck into the hallway, seeing her husband give her a little nervous wave.

"Oh, yes." Finally, she unclasps my arm, shuffling down the hall into the arms of shaking husband. Two more to go.

Two younger men huddle in the corner, shielding their ears from the yelling. I waste no time shooting to their side, whispering comforting words.

"Hey, hey, you're fine. We can take care of it." I usher the men out of the broken doors as they whisper prays in a foreign language.

Now for some action.

~

I sprint to Hobie's side, just to hear Pavitr giggle something in Miles' direction.

"It's a sweater!"

"How many sweaters do you have?" Miles tries his best to keep up with the conversation, spinning on the spot to keep his eyes on Gwen.

"That's not mine, I'm sure." She makes a sad attempt at explaining herself to Miles.

"And ya toothbrush."

"Wait-"

"Miles, stop being jealous and DO SOMETHING!" I groan from my place on the wall, watching as the Spot goes to grab Hobie and Miles by the neck.

"I don't believe in teams,"

"Aren't you in a band?"

Hobie manages to unlatch himself, before continuing. "I don't believe in consistency."

I shoot out a colourful web, doubling it over itself before wringing it on around The Spot's neck, getting him to drop Miles.

"This guy is killing me." He mumbles, rubbing at the now sore spot on his neck.

~

I death-grip Hobie's web, set on keeping mine stuck on the wall.

Somehow, we had managed to form a weird ass line between the wall and the collider in an attempt to stop that cow-lookin' bitch.

"You're not a joke," Miles calls, grasping at straws. "Right gang?"

"Absolutely!"

"Really amusing."

"Sure, fam."

"I don't believe in comedy!" The collider's energy builds, louder and louder. "Just kidding!"

"See? No one here thinks you're a joke!"

The Spot holds up two slender fingers, making a peace sign. "Been waiting for this."

Our train snaps, launching us back through the gaping hole in the control room window. "NO!"

The collider's building energy sucks in the Spot, engulfing him in black matter.

The energy build stops. That's not right...

"Well, that was another easy adventure for Spider-man-" Pav's voice echoes through the nearly empty room.

"NO NO NO N-"

The collider blasts us back, my back hitting the wall. Groaning in pain, I crane my neck to look back up.

"What was that?" Miles' voice shakes.

"Our future." A demonic voice says, not sounding like Spot at all. "I'm going to take everything from you, like you took everything from me."

He shuffles back a few paces. "What?"

"See you back at home, Spider-man."

~

A/N:

i am trying to sort out my doo doo mistakes, ok?

managed to get this chapter as accurate as possible (not that anything in this can be completely accurate, due to the fact that i have added a new person yk)

i'm listening to the official atsv playlist on spotify as i type lolol