Multifandom Oneshots

98. Seeking Aid Beyond Spiderkin - x reader (Spider-Man Into the Spider-Verse)

As the relentless footsteps of Kingpin's henchmen echoed down the darkened alleyways, Miles, Peter B, Peter Noir, Peter Porker, Peni, and Gwen found themselves in a dire predicament.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Peter B. Parker's voice cut through the tense silence, his tone laced with frustration and desperation. His words echoed off the graffiti-strewn walls, a testament to the urgency of their situation.

Miles glanced around at his fellow Spider-People, each grappling with their own fears and uncertainties. Despite their combined strength and abilities, they were outnumbered and outmatched by Kingpin's forces. The weight of their mission to save the multiverse bore down upon them, threatening to crush their resolve.

"We need to find a place to lay low," Spider-Man Noir replied, his voice steady despite the rising threat. "Somewhere we can regroup and come up with a plan."

Spider-Gwen nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the dimly lit alley for any sign of danger. "Agreed. But we need to move quickly. Kingpin's goons won't be far behind."

Miles furrowed his brow, his mind racing for a solution. Then, a spark of inspiration struck. "I think I know just the place," he said, his voice tinged with determination. "Follow me."

With a sense of purpose driving them forward, the group followed Miles as he led them through the maze-like streets of the city. Soon, they arrived at a nondescript apartment building, its weathered facade blending seamlessly into the urban landscape.

"This is it," Miles announced, gesturing towards the building. "Y/N's place."

Confusion flickered across the faces of his companions, but before they could question his choice, Miles ushered them inside. As they entered the dimly lit apartment, a sense of relief washed over them, their shoulders sagging with the weight of exhaustion and apprehension.

"Y/N!" Miles called out, his voice echoing through the empty space. "We need your help."

As they waited for the response, none came. As the silence stretched on, punctuated only by the soft hum of the city outside, Miles felt a growing sense of unease settle in the pit of his stomach. With each passing moment, the absence of a response from Y/N weighed heavily on him, a nagging doubt gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

Without a word, Miles gestured for the others to follow him as he began to move through the dimly lit apartment, his footsteps echoing softly against the worn floorboards. Peter B, Peter Noir, Peter Porker, Peni, and Gwen fell into step behind him, their senses on high alert as they navigated the shadowed corridors.

Room by room, they searched, their hearts pounding in their chests with each empty space they encountered. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent reminder of the danger lurking just beyond the walls of their temporary sanctuary.

But just as despair threatened to consume them, a soft sound caught Miles' attention—a faint rustling coming from their bedroom. With a surge of hope, he quickened his pace, the others close on his heels as they raced towards the source of the noise.

As they reached the doorway, Miles hesitated for a moment, his hand poised to push it open. With a silent prayer on his lips, he took a deep breath and swung the door wide, revealing Y/N standing inside with their back to them.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he noticed a pair of headphones on their head. Completely engrossed in their own world, oblivious to the impending danger that lurked just beyond their doorstep. The soft strains of music filled the air, cocooning Y/N in a bubble of serenity as they poured their soul onto a canvas with each brushstroke. The chaos of the outside world seemed worlds away as Y/N lost themselves in the sanctuary of their creative haven.