What's Up Danger?

Location: Rooftop in Manhattan

Time: 7:47 PM

Miles couldn’t remember the last time that he had swung with this much urgency across the city, though he had to imagine that it had probably involved the pursuit of a rampaging supervillain causing millions of dollars in property damage, and that his stress and anxiety levels had been at an all time high. But this? This was pure excitement, unbridled elation at the thought that he would get to see her again. Okay, so there was admittedly a little bit of anxiety too, but wasn’t that a natural thing to feel when it came to reuniting with a friend that you hadn’t seen in quite awhile? Maybe, but what about the fluttering in the pit of his stomach? Suddenly he found himself coming to a stop atop one of New York’s many buildings, feeling a bit unsure of himself. Maybe today wasn’t the best day for this. Maybe he would be better off to take some time to mentally prepare himself before having this reunion. He was already taking a few steps towards the edge of the roof to leap off and swing back towards Brooklyn, when he heard the sound of a pair of feet landing upon the rooftop and felt a familiar buzzing sensation in his head.

It was too late to turn back now.

Taking a deep, bracing breath, Miles spun around and found himself facing just who he had expected. “Gwen!” His legs automatically carried him forward to close the gap between them whilst he removed his mask from his face, and while there was certainly still a fluttering in his belly, he almost automatically relaxed and fell into a feeling of comfort as he entered her presence. “We uh, we gotta stop bumping into each other in different universes like this! People are gonna start to talk.” He joked lightly though he inwardly cringed at himself a bit and sighed before adding. “It’s really, really good to see you, Gwen.”

Aw man, that's a hard question. There are a lot of great parts about being Spider-Man. I mean yeah there are also a lot of crappy parts about being Spider-Man too, but that doesn't change the fact that there are so many things about it that are amazing. But the best part, I would have to say, is the last swing of the night, when the city is quiet, and you know you've done good and you've given help to people who otherwise might not have got it, and you can feel the wind as you whip through the air and you've got a nice bass heavy beat playing in your ear. And for just a moment, you can just enjoy the fact that you have these powers without having to worry about the responsibility that comes with them. And then inevitably a siren blares, and it's back to business again. But moments like that, for sure. That's the best part of being Spider-Man.

First of all, let's be real here, I'm the other Spidey, alright? It's his dimension, and he's the OG, so...yeah, I'm the other Spidey. As for what I think of him? I mean what can I say? The dude is great. I've been doing this Spider-Man thing for six years now and I still learn something new from him every single time that we work together. And he doesn't swing around in sweatpants, so that's...also a plus. Well, he doesn't yet, at least. @parkerlucked

I mean...yeah? I do. Definitely. It’s..I don’t know, it’s weird right? Being in an alternate reality that looks and sounds and, Hell, even tastes the same as home, but isn’t? It’s...It's hard to process sometimes. And there isn’t exactly a tell-all book on the subject that you can just pick up that tells you how to deal with it. Like, how are you supposed to compartmentalize that these people who are just like the people you love back home, aren’t actually the same people? Like they are, but...but they're not? How are you supposed to feel about that? I don’t know. I don’t have the answer. I can only tell you that I love them just the same as I would if they were my own, but that doesn’t stop me from missing the ones I left behind. And even though this place is pretty much exactly the same as home in basically every way, it's still not home.

While patrols in Brooklyn were never exactly quiet, break-ins to nine different high security buildings in the span of three nights meant that the past few nights had been even more eventful than usual. The frustrating part for Miles was that whoever was responsible for the break-ins kept getting away, being no where to be found by the time that he arrived on scene. But not this time, because he was quite sure that he had figured out the pattern to these break-ins, meaning that he had a plan, and he was going to catch this thief red handed. Sure, it meant that he had to do a little breaking and entering himself, and yeah, he was going to have to stay put, quiet, and invisible until they showed their face, but it would all be worth it once he caught the criminal who had made him look foolish three nights in a row in his web, right?

After a few hours of staying silently hidden in the same corner of the dark jewelry store though, Miles' enthusiasm for his plan was admittedly starting to wear thin, as was his certainty that it was going to work. What if he had been wrong in figuring out this thief's pattern, and had wasted the entire night sitting around waiting for someone who was never going to show up; a night that he could have spent making sure that the rest of Brooklyn was safe, or Hell, even catching up on the school work for his summer classes that he was so behind on.