As Miles fought against Spot, a sudden stillness enveloped the battleground. The flurry of webs and energy paused as each spider-person felt a powerful wave of awareness wash over them, their instincts screaming for attention.
Spot, noticing the abrupt halt in the action, glanced around, confusion knitting his brow. "What are you doing? Hello?" he demanded, bewildered by the collective stillness of his opponents.
Miles, Peter B., Gwen Stacy, Ben Reilly, and Jessica Drew all turned their attention skyward, where an ominous figure floated against the backdrop of a bruised sky. Miles's heart raced as recognition struck him. "Michael?" he breathed, disbelief creeping into his voice.
Peter B. confirmed, his eyes wide with astonishment. "It's Michael!"
Spot's frustration bubbled over. "Michael who?" he snapped, irritation clear in his tone. But as he looked up, his confusion deepened. Above them, a Spider-Man clad in a sleek black spandex suit with a dark blue spider emblem emblazoned on his chest floated effortlessly, exuding an otherworldly presence.
Spot's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "What the hell is going on here?" he exclaimed, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him.
Meanwhile, Takuya and the Spectacular Spider-Man, who had been busy saving civilians from the chaos below, also shifted their gaze to the figure in the sky. Their expressions mirrored the astonishment shared by the rest.
As the crowd of spider-heroes looked on, Michael Wilson, the legendary Spider-Man, began to glow with an ethereal light, radiating power that sent ripples through the air.
The tingling sensation in their spider-senses intensified, causing a wave of dread to wash over Miles. "No, no, no." he muttered, a sense of foreboding creeping into his thoughts.
Peter B. looked to the others, anxiety evident in his voice. "What's going on? Why is Michael just standing there in the sky?"
Gwen, ever the bold one, took a step forward, her eyes focused on the glowing figure. "We should go with him." she urged, determination lacing her words.
But Jessica shook her head vehemently. "No, don't..." she warned, her instinctive apprehension rising to the surface.
Gwen turned to her, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Why?"
With a serious expression, Jessica responded, "Trust my gut. This feels... something wrong."
A heavy silence fell over the group as they processed her words, the air crackling with uncertainty. The looming figure of Michael Wilson hung in the sky, the source of both hope and trepidation, and the fate of their battle seemed to hinge on the choice they were about to make.
..........
[Meanwhile Hobie side]
As the cacophony of battle raged around them, every Spider-Person suddenly felt a peculiar tingle at the nape of their necks—a warning from their spider-sense that something significant was unfolding above. Hobie Brown, aka Spider-Punk, stood frozen for a moment, his guitar humming with energy, as he looked up at the sky.
"What the…?" he muttered, disbelief written across his face as his heart raced.
Beside him, Peni Parker's eyes widened in astonishment, recognizing the familiar silhouette. "Michael?" she breathed, a mix of hope and anxiety coursing through her.
"Mike?" Peter Porker exclaimed, his cartoonish features scrunching up in confusion and excitement. The air crackled with a sense of anticipation.
Spider-Man Noir, always the skeptic, furrowed his brow and spat, "What the hell is going on?" His trench coat billowed in the wind, giving him a dramatic appearance that matched his mood.
Prowler Miles, caught in the heat of battle and still reeling from the chaos, looked back at his allies with irritation. "What are you all looking at? Focus!" He struggled to maintain his grip on the fight as anger flickered in his eyes.
But the Sinister Six—venomous and disoriented from their injuries—were also drawn to the spectacle unfolding above. They turned to gaze at the sky, momentarily forgetting their adversaries. There, glowing like a beacon amidst the tumult, was a figure clad in sleek black spandex, adorned with a striking blue spider emblem that pulsed with energy.
"A ghost?" Green Goblin cackled, his laughter tinged with a madman's delight, as he flitted through the air on his glider. "Maybe he's come to haunt us!" His yellow eyes sparkled with a deranged glee, taunting his enemies with the surreal nature of the moment.
Aaron, ever the anchor of the group, sensed Prowler Miles' frustration and reached out to him, tapping him on the shoulder. "Kid…" he said, trying to ground him amid the chaos.
Mysterio, seething with rage, glared at the floating figure. "That bastard! I hate what he's doing." he spat, his voice thick with venom. He despised how Michael Wilson, the legendary Spider-Man, effortlessly stole the spotlight, radiating confidence and power.
"Acting all high and mighty." Mysterio added with a scoff, the shadows of his illusions flickering around him, as if reflecting his tumultuous emotions.
As Michael floated above the battlefield, his presence seemed to amplify the tension in the air, creating an electric charge that coursed through the Spider-People. Each of them stood a little taller, feeling the weight of their shared legacy and the hope that they might not be alone in this fight.
.......
Meanwhile, on Spider Society Earth 928
In the dimly lit control room, Margo Kess, known as Spider-Byte, sat before a wall of monitors displaying a dizzying array of realities. Each screen flickered with scenes from various dimensions, showing countless Spider-People in action. Yet, in a stark contrast, the timeline of those erased realities was presented in an unsettling pitch-black void—a reminder of the fragility of existence in the multiverse.
As Margo scanned the displays, her heart raced when she spotted something alarming. Every monitor showcased a figure clad in sleek black spandex, the emblem of a dark blue spider emblazoned on his chest. Margo felt a chill run down her spine; she recognized him instantly.
"Michael Wilson… the legendary Spider-Man.." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
Her brow furrowed with confusion and concern. "What's going on? Why… why is Sir Michael here in every dimension at the same time?" The images danced across the screens, depicting Michael in various realities, each version of him exuding the same unmistakable aura of power and determination. It was as if he were a nexus, a connecting thread weaving through the chaotic tapestry of the multiverse.
Margo's mind raced with questions. What could possibly unite all these timelines? What was Michael planning? The weight of her uncertainty settled heavily on her shoulders.
As she continued to observe the monitors, her thoughts spiraled into a mix of anxiety and curiosity. "What does he plan to do?" she whispered, feeling a growing sense of urgency. The sight of Michael simultaneously appearing across the multiverse sent a jolt of adrenaline through her veins.
Should she alert the others? Margo pondered this, glancing at the communication panel beside her. If this was as significant as it appeared, they would need to strategize. They had to be ready for whatever Michael was attempting.
With a firm resolve, she reached for the intercom, her fingers hovering above the buttons. "I need to gather the team," she decided, her voice steadying. "If Sir Michael is making this move, it could change everything. We need to understand his intentions before it's too late."
........
T'Challa, the Black Panther, moved with a grace that mirrored the agility of a jungle cat, his vibranium suit gleaming under the Wakandan sun. He leaped into action alongside Reed Richards, known as Mr. Fantastic, whose limbs stretched and contorted to adapt to the onslaught of Chitauri soldiers.
"Watch your flank, Reed!" T'Challa shouted, delivering a powerful kick to a Chitauri warrior, sending it sprawling into its comrades.
Reed's eyes darted, assessing the battlefield. "I've got it covered, T'Challa. Just keep them distracted!" He elongated his arm, ensnaring multiple Chitauri in a flexible grip, incapacitating them. The tactical synergy between them was impressive, each hero playing to the strengths of the other, weaving seamlessly through the chaos of combat.
Meanwhile, Susan "Sue" Richards, the Invisible Woman, was engaged in her own battle against Nebula. With a flick of her wrist, she manipulated her force fields, trapping Nebula in a shimmering, transparent prison.
"Let me out of here!" Nebula screamed, her voice laced with fury. She struggled against the invisible restraints, her cybernetic enhancements sparking as she exerted her strength.
"Sure, if you can!" Sue replied coolly, maintaining her concentration. She expanded the force field, amplifying its strength, as Nebula launched a series of futile attacks against the barrier. Sue stood firm, her confidence radiating. "You're not getting out until we're done here, sister."
Above them, the skies crackled with energy as Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, soared through the air, flames enveloping him like a fiery cocoon. He spotted Korath the Pursuer and, with a mischievous grin, launched a barrage of fireballs towards the formidable foe.
Korath, caught off guard, yelped, "Aurg!!" as flames scorched his armor, causing him to stagger back.
Johnny laughed, reveling in the chaos. "I'm hot, right?" He executed a mid-air flip, bursting into flames as he darted around Korath, using his agility to evade the Chitauri warrior's attacks.
With every flame-infused maneuver, Johnny demonstrated his mastery of fire, turning the battlefield into his personal stage. Korath, enraged, lunged forward, but Johnny was already a step ahead, soaring high above the combat and raining down fiery blasts.
On another front, Ben Grimm, known as The Thing, faced off against Ronan the Accuser. The rocky hero squared off against the formidable Kree warlord, his powerful fists ready to unleash devastation.
"Come on, rock face! Is that all you've got?" Ben taunted, throwing a powerful punch that connected with Ronan's armored chest. The impact resonated through the air, causing Ronan to stagger, but he quickly regained his composure.
Ronan glared at Ben, his eyes narrowing. "You will regret this insolence!" he barked, raising his cosmic hammer, the Universal Weapon, ready to retaliate.
Ben, unflinching, responded, "Not if I can help it!" He charged, ready to absorb any hit with his stone-like resilience, knowing that the fate of Wakanda—and perhaps the universe—rested on their shoulders.
As the battle raged on in Wakanda, a sudden hush fell over the chaos as Shuri, T'Challa's sister, pointed towards the sky. "Wait, who is that?" Her voice cut through the noise, drawing the attention of everyone on the battlefield
All eyes turned skyward, squinting against the vibrant blue of the Wakandan sky. There, silhouetted against the sun, was a figure clad in sleek black spandex, a striking blue spider emblem prominently displayed on his chest. The sight was awe-inspiring, a stark contrast to the surrounding turmoil.
"That's—" Reed Richards began to say, but his words were lost in the excitement.
"That's the legendary Spider-Man!" Johnny Storm exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe. "The hero who saved the world back in the 1950s! He's my hero!" His eyes sparkled with admiration, recalling childhood tales of the wall-crawler who had inspired him to become a hero himself.
T'Challa, standing tall amidst the chaos, nodded in agreement. "I also admired him and aspired to be like him as a child. His bravery and resilience have always inspired me." The Black Panther's respect for the legendary hero was palpable, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of nostalgia as he thought back to his own childhood dreams of heroism.
But amidst the excitement, Susan "Sue" Richards couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. "What is he doing?" she asked, her brow furrowing as she watched the figure in the sky. The legendary Spider-Man hovered there, seemingly surveying the battlefield with an intense focus.
.........
As the battle against the Chitauri raged on, the X-Men found themselves overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of the alien invaders. Explosions rocked the ground, and the skies were filled with the roar of spaceships and energy blasts. In the thick of the chaos, Professor X's voice suddenly rang through their minds.
"Wait... Spider-Man..." his telepathic message carried a note of urgency.
Logan's senses kicked in as he whipped around, confusion written across his usually stoic face. "Spider-Man?" he growled under his breath, narrowing his eyes and looking into the distance.
The rest of the X-Men followed his gaze, scanning the sky.
High above the battlefield, silhouetted against the smoke and destruction, a figure hovered—Spider-Man, but not as they remembered him. He wasn't swinging through the air on webs or leaping between buildings. Instead, he was levitating from the sky, his black spandex suit rippling in the wind. The familiar dark blue spider emblem stretched across his chest, blending into the shadowy fabric, and his mask, with glowing white eyes, gave him an eerie, almost supernatural presence.
"What the hell is he doing up there?" Logan muttered, suspicious but intrigued.
The X-Men stared in awe. This wasn't the Spider-Man they knew. He wasn't using his webs, wasn't performing his usual acrobatics. He was flying, defying gravity in a way that seemed almost unnatural. His figure floated effortlessly above the battlefield, as if he had become something more than the friendly neighborhood hero they all remembered.
The air seemed to crackle with energy around him, and though his descent was calm, there was a palpable tension, like the calm before a storm.
Everyone present knew the stories of Spider-Man—his heroism, his struggles, and his victories. They had all fought beside or heard tales of the web-slinger. They fought with him back then but only one among the group had never witnessed these events firsthand—Remy LeBeau, the new recruit to the X-Men.
Remy LeBeau, also known as Gambit, had only recently joined the X-Men. His experience with Spider-Man was limited to stories passed down from childhood, tales of the masked hero who saved the world time and again. He stared at Spider-Man, wide-eyed, unable to contain his excitement.
"Wait, wait, wait... You mean that's him? The Spider-Man? The same Spider-Man we all used to admire as kids?" Remy's voice was filled with disbelief, his usually calm and cocky demeanor momentarily replaced by something akin to fanboyish awe. His Cajun accent thickened as his excitement bubbled over. "The one who defeated the 69-member gang single-handedly? The one who annihilated every enemy in his path? The hero, the savior of the world since 1950?"
His eyes were practically sparkling as he rambled on, his words coming out in a rush. He was staring at the black-suited Spider-Man as if seeing a childhood hero come to life. Gambit was all but bouncing on his feet, completely caught up in the moment.
Beast, who had been fighting with his usual mixture of brute strength and analytical precision, paused for a moment to look at Gambit with a bemused expression. His fur was matted with Chitauri blood, but his mind was still as sharp as ever. "Yes, Remy, we hear you." he said dryly, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
The rest of the X-Men couldn't help but glance at Gambit, who continued to stare at Spider-Man like he was witnessing a living legend. But for the others, the arrival of Spider-Man raised more questions than excitement. (Why was he here? What had brought him to this battlefield, and why was he was flying)
"Look at that," Logan muttered, the usual skepticism in his voice now replaced by grudging admiration. "Never seen the kid do that before. What's goin' on with him?"
Spider-Man's levitation wasn't just a spectacle—it was a display of power, something new and unexplained.
Cyclops, always wary, stepped forward. "What's he doing here?" His tone was cautious, eyes narrowing as he adjusted his visor, ready to act if needed.
Jean Grey reached out with her mind, attempting to sense Spider-Man's thoughts, but something blocked her telepathy like a wall of darkness. "Something's... different.." she whispered, her voice tinged with concern. "I can't get a read on him. He's cloaked in something powerful."
.......
Meanwhile, in New York City, chaos filled the streets as alien invaders wreaked havoc. But when people looked up, they saw a figure glowing brightly in the sky—Michael Wilson, the legendary Spider-Man. The sight of him gave the terrified citizens a surge of hope.
Crowds gathered, pointing to the sky, shouting in unison:
"It's the legendary Spider-Man!"
"He's here to save us!"
"Spider-Man! Save us from these aliens!"
Everyone looked up at Michael, believing that the man who had saved the world countless times before would once again be their savior.
In a quiet apartment, Mary Rose Wilson, Michael's wife, gently laid their baby in a basket, watching as their child slept peacefully. But her calm shattered when she glanced at the TV screen. There, live on the news, was her husband, Michael, floating in the sky, bathed in that bright, radiant light.
Her heart pounded, and with trembling hands, she clutched the edge of the couch. "What's going on, Michael... dear..." she whispered, fear and confusion overtaking her. She couldn't understand what he was doing or why, but deep down, she feared it would be something irreversible.
....
Across town, J. Jonah Jameson sat at his news desk, staring at the live footage with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. As usual, he couldn't resist spinning his narrative.
"Spider-Man floating in the sky?" Jameson barked, his voice filled with skepticism. "What is this? Another dark agenda?"
He slammed his fist on the table, continuing his rant. "Mark my words, people—this is just another Spider-Man stunt! He's probably behind these aliens, too!"
Even in the midst of such an incredible scene, Jameson couldn't let go of his vendetta, refusing to see the truth.
........
Meanwhile as Michael Wilson floated in the air, his body shimmering with the combined energy of the Rewrite power and the Infinity Stones from across the multiverse, he let out a deep breath, preparing for the monumental task ahead.
♫ Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home♫
"Let's do this, System!" he declared, his voice firm, filled with the conviction of someone who had made up their mind.
The Spider-Man System hesitated for a moment before responding. "Host... everyone will forget about you except—"
"I know." Michael interrupted. "But don't worry. I told you—I absorbed the Infinity Stones with Rewrite. This is our only shot."
♫When you call my name, it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour, I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there ♫
The power coursing through Michael surged as the Rewrite ability merged with the unfathomable force of the Infinity Stones. He could feel the stones' cosmic energy, not just from one universe, but from across every conceivable reality, bending to his will. It was an unprecedented feat, one that no mortal, not even the mightiest beings in the multiverse, had dared to attempt.
Michael clenched his fists as he knew this was the hardest part. The Spider-Verse, the multiverse, was built on certain events—canon events—moments that were fixed in time and space, unchangeable even by the gods. These were the defining moments in every hero's life, especially Peter Parker, who had always suffered loss. His Uncle Ben, Gwen Stacy… each universe had its tragic event that shaped its Spider-Man.
But Michael would not accept that anymore.
"Rewrite." he commanded.
With the final change made, Michael felt the energy from the Infinity Stones combine with rewrite draining from him. His vision began to blur. He knew what came next. The price of Rewrite—his erasure from existence.
"With this," Michael said, his voice soft but resolute, "I will add one more rule."
The System remained silent, listening.
"Everyone will remember me, even if I disappear. At least I'll die as a hero." he said, smiling the way only a true hero would.
For a brief moment, the world was silent, save for the pulse of energy that radiated from Michael.
The System, for perhaps the first time, responded with something almost human. "You are truly Spider-Man, host. The greatest of them all."
Meanwhile as Michael floated, glowing brighter with each passing second, the energy surrounding him was overwhelming, almost blinding. His body radiated light, illuminating the entire battlefield as if he had become a beacon of hope in the darkest hour. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and the only sound was the hum of energy vibrating from Michael's body.
♫When you call my name, it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour, I can feel a power
Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there♫
Peter Parker, Michael's disciple—the Spider-Man known as Red—felt a sharp, piercing pain shoot through his body as his Spider-Sense screamed in alarm. "Captain, no... no, no!" Peter shouted, his voice filled with panic and desperation, knowing deep down what was about to happen.
Miguel O'Hara, standing beside him, couldn't feel it. He had no Spider-Sense, but he could see the tears welling up in Peter's eyes. Miguel clenched his fists, powerless to stop the unfolding events. He muttered, "Michael..." his voice heavy with guilt and confusion.
Further in the distance, Mark, Michael's best friend, stood paralyzed, his heart sinking with dread. He watched as Michael floated higher, his form almost indistinguishable amidst the blinding light. "Mike... please, don't die on me!" Mark whispered, his voice breaking as the reality of the situation hit him.
Mindy, cradling her husband Loe's lifeless body, looked from her fallen love to the man floating in the sky. Tears streaked down her face, and with trembling lips, she whispered, "Please, Michael... save him. Please bring him back."
Doctor Strange stood with a sense of disbelief. His mystical senses, which had foreseen so many futures, could not have predicted this. Michael—Spider-Man—was doing something that not even Strange could see in the countless timelines he had observed. "Spider-Man... he's truly the legendary hero." Strange's voice was quiet, awe-struck. "I didn't foresee this in any vision... in every timeline, I never saw this outcome."
Wong, standing beside Strange, broke the silence with a dry chuckle, though there was sorrow in his eyes. "Seems like your vision has a flaw, after all." he said, though his voice wavered. He admired Michael, the Spider-Man who had inspired him ever since he was young, and now he could feel it—the gravity of what was happening, and the irreversible price Michael was about to pay.
Peter, his heart pounding and eyes wide, couldn't take it any longer. "Captain!" he screamed, his voice cracking, filled with fear. His mentor, his leader—his friend— and his brother figure was about to vanish before his eyes. He could feel the void growing in his chest as he ran toward the light, helpless to stop what was about to happen.
Michael, hearing Peter's voice, turned his head slightly. His eyes met Peter's for what felt like an eternity, and then he spoke, his voice calm and full of warmth, despite the overwhelming situation. "From now on... you are Spider-Man."
♫Just like a prayer (oh-oh), your voice can take me there (oh-oh)
Just like a muse to me (oh-oh), you are a mystery (oh-oh)
Just like a dream (oh-oh), you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there♫
Michael gave Peter one last smile, the kind only a hero could give in their final moments—a smile filled with pride, peace, and acceptance of his fate.
Peter's scream tore through the air, desperate and raw. "Michael!!!!" His voice echoed across the battlefield, reverberating with the intensity of loss and anguish. He reached out, as if somehow, he could grab onto Michael and pull him back, as if his outstretched hand could bridge the impossible gap now forming between them.
But it was too late.
The light surrounding Michael flared one final time, the world was consumed by a blinding flash of light. It was so brilliant that it seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality itself. Then, with a sudden, shattering stillness, it dimmed. The radiance receded, and where Michael had been, there was nothing but empty space. No trace of the man who had defied fate, no remnant of the hero who had carried the weight of countless worlds on his shoulders.
And so, in a blinding flash of light, Michael Wilson—the legendary Spider-Man—rewrote fate itself, saving every universe across the Spider-Verse.
And just like that, Michael Wilson —the legendary Spider-Man—was gone.
♫Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home♫
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour, I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there♫
The End of The Across the Spider-Verse
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