“Miles… go…” Ben choked.
Later, standing by the swirling portal back to his dimension, Ben was a different man. His shoulders were looser. His jaw wasn’t clenched. spider man un nuevo universo
The figure stood. He was older, maybe twenty-five, with a sharp jawline and tired eyes. His suit wasn't spandex; it was tactical gear—black, grey, and bulletproof. The spider emblem on his chest was a stark, white military stencil. “Miles… go…” Ben choked
Their target was a creature known as the “Splice,” a former Peter Parker from a dead dimension who’d lost everything and decided to stitch himself into the fabric of other realities, feeding on the unique biogenetic energy of each new Spider-Person he encountered. He was a vampire, but for spider-senses. His jaw wasn’t clenched
“You don’t talk enough,” Miles shot back. “Back home, do you have a Ganke? An uncle? Anyone who tells you that brooding doesn’t look as cool as you think it does?”
The alley behind Visions Academy smelled of stale churros and ozone. Miles Morales knew the ozone smell meant trouble. It meant a tear. It meant another him was about to crash-land into his already complicated life.