As the futuristic speeding train hurtled through the neon-lit cityscape of Nueva York on Earth-928, the confrontation between Michael Wilson and Miguel O'Hara reached its boiling point. Behind Miguel, Peter B Parker, Gwen Stacy, Jessica Drew, and other Spider-People watched, their faces a mix of concern and confusion.
Michael, standing firm despite the chaos, looked at Miguel with a mix of determination and bewilderment. "Miguel, you need to stop this!!" he demanded.
Miguel's response was a snarl, his frustration palpable. "Fuck you, Michael!"
Michael sighed, trying to understand Miguel's anger. "Why are you so angry at me, huh?"
Miguel's voice was a mix of scorn and desperation. "Just what are you anyway?"
Michael, pointing to himself with a hint of frustration, replied, "What? Me? I'm Michael Wilson, Spider-Man."
Miguel's eyes narrowed. "Do you think I wouldn't know that? What I'm asking is how did you change your Canon event?"
Michael, clearly confused, responded, "What do you mean, change my Canon event? Miguel, tell me. Since when did I change my canon event? The only canon I changed is Peter Parker's fate."
Miguel's frustration seemed to grow. "Seems like you didn't know. I don't know whether to call you a fool or just someone who doesn't understand."
Miles Morales, standing nearby, was visibly confused by the heated exchange. His eyes darted between Miguel and Michael, trying to piece together what was happening.
Peter B, Gwen, and Jessica Drew exchanged worried glances. They understood the gravity of Miguel's words.
Michael's voice was tinged with anger and confusion. "Just what the hell are you talking about?"
Miguel's expression hardened. "You—your canon event was that everyone you loved was supposed to die, and you were the only one left. But you changed it!"
Michael was taken aback, his voice shaking with disbelief. "What?"
Miguel continued, his tone grave. "I don't know what you did or what power you have to make those changes, but it's not just that. After you changed it, there was no quantum hole in your universe. That's why you are the original anomaly!"
As Michael stood frozen, his mind reeled from Miguel's accusations. The weight of Miguel's words felt like a heavy shroud, pressing down on him. His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to process the revelation that he might have altered the very fabric of his universe.
Desperate for clarity, Michael mentally reached out to his AI system, hoping for answers. "System, what does he mean by this? Did I really change the canon event?"
The AI responded with a calm, yet unsettling tone. "Host, originally you did not have a system… a Spider-Man system."
Michael's mind raced, trying to reconcile this new information. "What? What do you mean I don't have a system?"
The AI continued, "Host, before this became the main timeline, you did not have a system. However, you still became Spider-Man. That version of you lost everything but continued as Spider-Man despite the losses. The fate that you would eventually teach Peter Parker to become Spider-Man remained the same."
Michael's thoughts churned. "So, you're saying my story was supposed to be one where I had no system, where I lost many loved ones and still became Spider-Man? And I would still teach Peter to become Spider-Man?"
The AI confirmed, "Yes, host. But when I arrived, that timeline changed into this current one, thus making it the main timeline."
As Michael absorbed this revelation, the reality of the situation began to sink in. His entire understanding of his role in the multiverse and his connection to Spider-Man had shifted dramatically.
Miguel, watching Michael struggle with the weight of this new information, couldn't help but taunt. "Too much shock, huh?"
Michael snapped out of his thoughts, his gaze locking onto Miguel. The intensity in Miguel's eyes was a stark reminder of the gravity of their confrontation. "If what you're saying is true, then I have the power to change canon events. But I didn't do it to disrupt canon event. I just wanted to save them!!"
Miguel's expression hardened. 'You think just because you don't have a quantum hole in your universe, you're immune to the consequences? Estúpido!..The ripple effects of altering a canon event can be catastrophic!!"
Michael, clenching his fists, responded with unwavering resolve. "Even if it's catastrophic, I'm still going to change it! Even if the world doesn't like it, I will do it for the sake of my loved ones!"
Miguel's eyes narrowed with frustration. "You can't save one or two loved ones and everyone else at the same time!"
Michael's face twisted with anger and determination. "Then you're the fool!"
Miguel's voice rose in disbelief. "What?!"
Michael's tone was fierce and defiant. "Just because you can't save everyone doesn't mean you have to give up!"
Miguel's shoulders sagged, a deep weariness in his voice. "You don't know how hard we've tried!" His words carried the weight of countless failed attempts, the loss of his daughter echoing through his tone.
Peter B's face reflected a mix of sorrow and frustration, his eyes meeting Miguel's with an understanding that cut deep. Both he and Miguel had faced the unbearable struggle of trying to save Miguel's daughter's universe, only to watch their efforts crumble despite their best intentions.
Gwen and Miles watched from a distance, their faces etched with a mix of empathy and concern.
Michael's voice cracked as he shouted, "But you still gave up, Miguel! You gave up!"
Tears welled up in Miguel's eyes, the city's bright lights reflecting off them as the train sped through the sky as he recalled the days when he had held his daughter, the heartache of watching her cease to exist due to the disrupted canon events. The pain was a raw, open wound, visible in his tear-streaked face as he confronted the harsh reality of his losses.
Miguel's face contorted with a mix of anger and anguish, tears mingling with his frustration. The weight of Michael's accusations hit him harder than he anticipated.
Miguel's voice cracked, "You think it was easy for me to give up? I did everything I could to save my daughter. Every day I watched as the reality I knew crumbled, unable to change the fate. And I wasn't giving up—I was trying to protect what remained."
Michael's gaze was unwavering as he responded. "I know what you're saying, Miguel. But even so, you crumbled. You gave up because you couldn't save your daughter's universe. If I were you, I wouldn't..." Michael's voice softened as he looked at the faces around him—Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Peter B., Jessica Drew, and the other Spider-People on the upper level of the train. Each of their expressions mirrored the weight of the moment. Then, turning his intense focus back to Miguel, Michael continued, "I won't give up. I will change it because that's what we do..."
His words grew in passion as he spoke to the gathered Spider-People. "That's what Spider-Man does! We never give up on saving everyone, even if it seems impossible. Even if we face choices that seem insurmountable, we make those choices. We change the fate, the canon. We fight to save everyone, to save those we love. Because if we can't even save our loved ones, how are we supposed to save the world?"
Michael's eyes held a fierce determination as he looked around at the assembled heroes, his voice rising with a mix of conviction and desperation. The lights of the city cast a kaleidoscope of colors over their faces, each reflection a testament to their shared resolve. The train roared beneath them, the sound a stark reminder of the urgency of their struggle.
Miguel's shoulders slumped, the weight of Michael's words pressing heavily upon him. The tears in his eyes glistened with a newfound resolve, reflecting the complex emotions of anger, pain, and reluctant hope. As the train hurtled through the city, the future of their multiverse seemed to hang in the balance, each hero grappling with their own ideals and conviction.
Michael, with a determined expression, spoke up. "So, Miguel, please let Miles go. Let him save his father."
Miles looked at his mentor, Michael Wilson, with a mix of hope and gratitude. "Michael..." he began, then turned his gaze to Miguel, waiting for his response.
Jessica Drew, Peter B., and Gwen Stacy all watched Miguel intently, their faces reflecting a blend of anticipation and concern.
Miguel stood there in silence, his mind racing through the implications of the decision before him. After a minute of heavy contemplation, he finally spoke into his watch. "The capture of Miles Morales is now over. You can stop now, all of you.." he commanded, his voice resolute.
A wave of relief washed over Michael, Miles, Peter B., and Gwen, their expressions lighting up with hope and gratitude. The tension in the air seemed to lift, if only slightly.
Jessica Drew exhaled deeply, her gaze fixed on Miguel, a mixture of resignation and understanding in her eyes.
Michael turned to Miguel with a tone of cautious optimism. "Miguel..."
Miguel's eyes met Michael's with a stern, unwavering gaze. "Don't misunderstand me, Michael Wilson. I'm allowing you this for now, but if..." He glanced at Miles, then back to Michael. "If this doesn't work out, if there are consequences for what you two have done..."
Miguel's voice grew firmer, a sense of foreboding creeping into his words. "Then you better be prepared for the fallout. It will be my command to address it if that day comes."
Michael nodded, his expression serious but resolute. "Okay. But don't worry, it won't happen the way you're thinking."
Miguel's gaze remained hard and unyielding. "It better not."
.....
In Michael Universe
Peter Quill, battered and bruised, stumbled forward, holding his injuries. His voice was urgent, filled with a mix of desperation and fear. "There's no time—Thanos... he's coming!"
Dr. Stephen Strange, his face set with concern, quickly assessed the situation. He noticed the weakened Power Stone inside its containment box.
"Calm down.." he told Peter, speaking in a calm and reassuring manner. Then using his cape, he carefully lifted the Power Stone, its once-bright glow now faint due to its diminished power.
A female scientist, her face a mask of confusion, spoke up. "Wait, what are you doing?
The lab fell silent as the scientists turned to Loe Halloway for guidance. As the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Loe had been in charge of the entire operation, and his decisions were final.
"I ordered it!" Loe said firmly, his voice cutting through the confusion and panic.
The scientists, though uneasy, complied with Loe's directive.
The Power Stone was from a different universe, its energy significantly weakened, but Loe and his team had managed to stabilize it at around 20 percent of its original power—a feat they knew was nothing short of miraculous.
Bruce Banner, his eyes shifting between the chaotic scene and the injured visitors, asked, "Who are they, Director?"
Loe, ignore Bruce question for now as his attention fixed on Peter Quill, Loe ask a question with a grim seriousness. "What happened?"
Peter's urgency escalated. "We have to go now!" His eyes darted around, anticipating the impending danger.
Before Rocket or Groot could add anything, a swirling portal tore open between them. The sudden appearance of the portal elicited a collective gasp.
Peter's face went pale. "Oh no.." he muttered, the dread in his voice unmistakable.
Loe, eyes widening with recognition, asked, "What's that?"
Stephen, with quick reflexes, wrapped the Power Stone inside his cape, ensuring its safety from the imminent threat. "This is not good." he said, his tone laced with concern.
As the portal stabilized, two figures emerged: Ebony Maw and Thanos, the Mad Titan himself. The sight of them was enough to send a chill through the room.
Stephen's voice rose in alarm. "Thanos!!"
Loe, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, began to speak. "Wait, that's th—" But before he could finish, a sharp, searing pain erupted in his abdomen as a weapon—Ebony Maw use his telekinetic to control the dark, jagged blade— to pierced Loe halloway's stomach.
Loe's eyes widened in shock and agony. "Aurgh!!" he gasped, clutching his wound, his strength faltering.
"Director!!" Bruce shouted, his voice filled with panic as he rushed to Loe's side.
The laboratory erupted into chaos. Scientists scrambled, their shouts and footsteps a cacophony of fear as they tried to navigate the sudden attack. The Power Stone's containment, once a symbol of hope, now felt like a ticking time bomb in the midst of this unforeseen onslaught.
Thanos's voice boomed with malevolent certainty. "It's time to get back what's rightfully mine!"
Before the room could react to the imminent danger, a shout pierced through the chaos. "Loe!!"
Loe, struggling against the searing pain, turned his gaze towards the source of the voice. His heart lifted momentarily as he saw a familiar face emerging from the shadows.
Loe, gritting his teeth against the agony, managed a pained smile. "Took you long enough, Mark." he said, his voice strained but relieved.
Mark Taylor, known as Nightwing, and his wife, Emily Taylor, also known as Lady Vamp, had arrived. Their sudden appearance was a beacon of hope in the darkening crisis.
To be continue