SPIDER-MAN.

"We should all be far more concerned that proven methods of multiversal travel are not working right now. I haven't been able to open up a portal since I arrived— that's never happened before."

"You can travel the multiverse all on your own? How?"

"Maybe this is really messed up to say but— this reality seems better than the one I came from. It's so similar but it just- it feels lighter. I dunno, does that make any sense?" Peter immediately felt guilty saying that out loud, especially when there was still a possibility that they were all here because of something he did.

"Eh, it's a little messed up. But I get it." Miles wanted nothing more than to be home, but he understood that it wasn't going to be the same for everyone. Everyone's reality was different, he should know that better than anyone. "What was feeling so heavy back home? If you don't mind me asking.."

"—I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" Reed was easily distracted from conversation on good days, but with so much going on he was finding it more difficult than usual to stay present when being spoken to. He had no idea if he had just been asked a question, yelled at, made fun of, or maybe even all of the above.

"I said I really need to find a way to reach out to my parents. Let them know I'm alright." Miles hadn't exactly been the best son for the past month or so, and now they were gonna think he ran off or something.

"Nothing like the multiverse to make you feel redundant. Two sets of Avengers, three thunderbolts teams... it's a powder keg destined to blow."

Miles let out a low whistle from underneath his mask before looking back up at Natasha. "I'd ask how long do you think it'll be 'till people clash, but it already happened. I guess the next question is how bad do you think it'll get?"

"Did you want this back?"

"Nah... you're good." Miles couldn't help but to eye the burrito he'd just microwaved himself, the same burrito that was now in Mantis' hands after she gave it a lick. "I'll just... make another one, I guess.."

"I feel like everyone's talking about you know what, but I'm really pulling a blank here."

"You've got nothing? Really, Gwen?" Miles pressed, but there wasn't any maliciousness behind his tone. It was more of frustration with their entire situation. "Cause I'm kinda losing my mind over here. Stuff with my parents was already kinda rocky, and now... what? They think I'm just gone?"

"I'm gettin' too old for this. There's always something, isn't there? Yeah, yeah. It comes with the job. Doesn't mean I'm not tired."

"I wanna say same, but I'm still in high school so I guess I don't really have a right to." Maybe he wasn't too old for all of this, but Miles sure as hell was fed up with it. "I dunno how you're still doing all of this, man. Er, sir."

"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you there. We can't exactly sue the multiverse. Unless you can point me in the direction of an actual person or entity, we're shit outta luck right now."

"Hey, I'm just throwing out all our options at this point." Miles threw his arms up in an exacerbated shrug as he let out a huff. "How are some of you so chill with all of this?"

"Can we start over? Please? It's been a weird day. Well, week. Things are just weird right now overall."

"Sorry, right--" Miles paused to hold a suited hand out while his other hand rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm Spider-Man. But probably not the one you're used to."

"Look, my first rule of multiversal travel is that you don't know anything. Just eat some pizza and don't lose your mind. We'll figure it out."

"I've got stuff back home I have to handle. I can't just... chill and eat a slice of pizza like it's gonna all be fine."

"Actually, I wouldn't recommend getting any closer. Goose is..." Carol glanced towards the Flerken. "Not actually a cat. There's enough going on without bringing tentacles into the mix."

"Did you just say tentacles?" Miles' eyes widened slightly as his brows furrowed down at the orange cat below them. "She looks like a cat to me."

"Considering the fact that some people were running around recklessly creating incursions, none of this should be a huge surprise. Unfortunate, yes, but not entirely out of left field."

"... are you talking about me or something? That felt real pointed."

"You can ask as many questions as you'd like, but I can't promise answers. I can, however, offer tea. Let's start small."

Miles didn't want to feel as stressed out as he was, but it was hard not to think about what his parents were up to now that he was stuck here. Last time he was home, they were still living in the lodging Misty offered until their apartment got all cleaned up from the fire. "There's no way I can like, talk to my parents or anything, is there?"

"Nah, I like dogs." Miles smiled softly down at the dog in question, who was currently standing at Reader's feet. He raised an eyebrow when the other man fed the dog below him an entire hot dog. "Are they supposed to eat that?"

"I used to think I was unoriginal for being a clone and now I just feel unoriginal being spider-man."

"We could start a club or something at this point, bro. I just kinda go with the flow." Miles didn't want to sound cold, but it was hard not to considering he was talking to Ben of all people. The whole Beyond Corporation stuff was still a little fresh.

"Does anyone know you're here, man?" Miles asked cautiously, his tone hesitant as he glanced around the training room at the Avenger's facility. "Cause this is none of my business, but I feel like it should be."

"I know your biscuits are different but it just looks weird, mate." Hobie looked at the substance again. American Gravy didn't seem to look right. "Why's it grey?" a beat "it's like a bird's gone and shat on your plate." was that insulting? "No offense." he added.

Miles took a second to pause and look down at his food, making a face now as he gently pushed the plate forwards and shook his head. "C'mon man, you can't be talking about bird shit while a guy's tryna eat."