Miles is devastated by the tragedy of first love

Madame Webb - freeform gives him a choice

Remove the heartache and the love that causes it

Or suffer through it

Miles “Who’s Morales”, a child who doesn’t know any better, chooses to have it removed so Madame Webb grants his wish (a small spider sac pill)

The mystical spiders feed off of unspoken love and will eat away the love he keeps hidden, but as they continue to feed, they will become tangible, nest in his lungs, and breed until he is overrun with them.

Obviously, the cure is to tell the person he’s in love with that he loves them.

Miles wakes up in a different dimension and seeks out the resident Spider-Man

To the surprise of 0 people, it’s PeterB’s dimension

Tells Peter about a weird dream he had of a giant woman with 8 eyes and 6 arms

Peter writes it off as some kind of hallucination while passing through dimensions

Peter takes him in

Peter still lives in the 1 bed apartment but assures Miles that he’s still working things out with MJ, they’ve just decided to take it slow.

Miles starts to “feel better” (as in he doesn’t feel his heart ache every time he looks at Peter)

Things are good for a while

Then Miles starts to get sick

Eventually coughing up webs, spider bits, then whole spiders!

Peter takes Miles to the Avengers Mansion for help.

X-rays show hundreds of spiders in Miles’ lungs

Miles finally tells Peter about his choice

Dr. Strange is called in

Is reluctant to intervene with Madame Webb’s magic

Especially since it involves one of her spiderlings

Encourages Miles to just tell the person

Miles says he can’t.

Peter thinks it’s Gwen

Tries to figure out a way to get Gwen here

Can’t find one

It’s near the end for Miles - he can’t breathe on his own.

Peter stays glued to his bedside

Miles asks Peter to try to get a message to his parents

[gdi now I’m crying] Peter swears he will even if he has to build a collider like Kingpin did

M: “Hey, you can’t just go messing up your dimension or hopping off to another with no sure way to get back, you gotta be here for Miles Jr.”

Jokingly P: “Miles Jr.? There something you’re not telling me, kid?”

M: “You know, in case you have a boy. Or a girl. Names are really only gender specific if you want them to be.”

Peter confesses that he lied about taking things slow with MJ. They tried for a little while, but it still didn’t work out.

“So, If I die, you’ll be alone?”

[by this point in time, both of them are crying] “Hey, c’mon don’t worry about me, kid, I can handle myself. Besides, I thought we decided none of us were actually alone after the whole -”

“Peter?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Miles.”

“No, Peter, I mean - It’s you. I love you.”

Hobo.exe stopped working as Miles starts coughing severely

Staff rushes in, they try to forcibly remove Peter from the room when Miles’s coughing turns to choking.

Peter fights them - refusing to let go of Miles’ hand [kinda getting in the way of things] and cussing Strange because he swore Miles wouldn’t go violently.

Strange uses magic to clear the blockage from Miles’ throat

It’s the spider sac pill

Miles falls limp and Peter is devastated until Strange assures him that Miles will be ok.

S: “A good bit of damage to his lungs, but with spider healing, he should be fine within a week or so…. Peter, I’m sure I don’t need to say this, but the best course of action moving forward is to get the boy home. I will contact his dimension’s Sorcerer Supreme and with their cooperation, we should be able to bridge the world’s long enough for him to cross over.”

P: “Can Madame Webb cross dimensions?”

Mildly confused S: “Naturally. She is the creator and overseer of the Web of Life and Destiny. It bends to her will before all others.”

P: “So you didn’t want to interfere with her plans to save his fucking life, but you’re more than eager to step in now due to your own fucked up moral priorities and opinions that obviously paint me as some kind of predator?! I’m pretty sure if she wanted Miles to go home right after his confession, he’d already be there...”

Strange leaves with the intention of conferring with Madame Webb, if she will entertain him [spoilers: she doesn’t XD]

After the second night in recovery, Miles is well enough to go home

Things are a little awkward

Miles realizes how long he’s been gone and thinks it’s time he figures out a way back if Madame Webb isn’t in a helping mood.

P: “It was good seeing you again, Miles. Maybe next time we meet up, one of us won’t be on the verge of death?”

M: “Yeah…. I love you, Peter.”

P: “And you know I love you, too, bud-”

M: “But not in the same way that I love you, right?”

P: “Miles, I can’t. For me, romantic feelings go hand in hand with sexual feelings, and you’re what? Twelve?”

Rolling his eyes, M: “I’m thirteen!”

Pleasantly surprised P: “Oh, my bad, that changes everything then!”

Perking up, M: “Really?!”

P: “No! The bare minimum that’s accepted by law is 17 and even then it’s still frowned upon socially. I’m pretty sure you haven’t even discovered the joys of masturbation yet - do not answer that, it wasn’t even a question! - The point I’m trying to make is, you can’t know what you want because you haven’t given yourself time to try everything yet. Do you get what I’m saying here?”

M: “I get that that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re telling me that I have to try different things before I can know what I want, but if I want to try something, I can’t, because I have to be given permission on what I can do with my own body by a bunch of old randos that know nothing about my particular situation?”

PeterB.tryingtobethegoodguyhere.prog isn’t responding

M: “What if I’m on top?”

P: “I’m sorry… what?! [see: stunned_blinking.gif]

M: “You’re worried about taking advantage of me, right? Well, if I’m on top, then I’m the one taking advantage of you. Problem solved.”

P: “N-no… that’s… that’s not how that works.” [compounding math meme]

M: “What if you can’t fight back? Like if I webbed you to the bed? Or held you down? I mean, it’s not like I can’t get the drop on you easily, so it’d be totally believable.”

A problem has caused PeterB.tryingtobethegoodguyhere.prog to stop working correctly.

Sex ensues [I guess! \(O`~`O)/ who tf knows anymore?! Not me, apparently...]

Madame Webb is pleased

[The fulfilling, cute, and sexy epilogue I had planned to go here doesn’t fucking matter anymore, thanks to Miles’ thirsty teen hormones so]