Chapter 652: The Prowler

Chapter 652: The Prowler

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As the vibrant hues of the advanced city surrounded them, Miles Morales found himself frozen on the rooftop. His eyes were fixated on the larger-than-life image of his father, an unsettling mixture of grief and shock etched across his face. The words 'Rest in Peace' seemed to taunt him from the building's side, his worst fears brought to life before him.

Peter, realizing the impact of the discovery, stepped closer to Miles. "Hey, Miles, take a breath. I know this is a surprise, but that's not your dad, this isn't your universe," he said, attempting to comfort the young Spider-Man, and bring him back to reality.

Miles, however, was lost in the realization that a version his father had perished in this alternate universe. 'Gwen was right My dad is destined to die in every universe But Why? What did he do to deserve this?'

Peter placed a hand on Miles's shoulder, offering support. "Miles, it's going to be okay. Your dad will be fine..."

"But what about this universes Miles? Will he be okay? What about my mother? She's a widow here, isn't she? Will she be fine?" Brushing off Peter's arm, Miles asked, his voice rising with every word he spoke. "Why does he have to die? Who decides that?!"

"I don't know" Peter replied, stumped by Miles' final question. "But if you calm down we can-"

Ignoring Peter completely, Miles turned his attention to the city below. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, and determination replaced the initial shock. He knew this place. And If this universe was anything like his, then he knew exactly where to go.

Miles, fueled by frustration and worry, rushed to the edge of the building. He leaped off, webs shooting from his wrists, swinging through the semi-familiar city with a sense of purpose.

Peter, calling after him, "Miles, wait!" He shouted, his words lost in the wind as Miles swung away, consumed by his own thoughts.

As Miles soared through the buildings, his mind raced with worry for this universe's version of his mother. He couldn't help but think of all the pain and loneliness that she must be going through.

After all, her husband was gone, and Miles couldn't shake the feeling of the responsibility he felt to ensure her wellbeing. She may not be his mother, but she was pretty damn close to it. He couldn't just leave her be or write her off as just a clone or doppelgnger.

Meanwhile, Peter sighed in resignation, realizing that this unexpected detour would delay his original plans. Still, he couldn't let Miles run off alone, even if it would waste his time.

'I want to see this universes Miles anyway, so it's not really a waste of time' Peter thought.

"I I don't think I can do that, Miles" Peter replied, both unsure of his ability to bring the dead back to life, and unsure as to whether he should be doing such a thing in the first place.

(A/N: Do you guys want Peter to revive Prowler-Miles's dad? I was thinking of reviving Uncle Ben's family too, but that would be later.)

Yeah, Peter could bring the dead back as undead servants, but a true living being wasn't something he's ever tried before, at least not with his powers alone. 'I did bring back the Valkyrie, but that was with the Infinity Stones'

And sadly, the Infinity stones are nothing but powerless rocks here, as they hold no powers outside of his universe.

'I could try the Resurrection Elixir, but he's probably been dead for a while now, so the probability of him going insane after his resurrection is very high' Peter shook his head, unable to come up with a way to complete Miles's request.

"What do you mean you don't think you can do it?" Miles asked, his voice laced with frustration. "You have all of these incredible powers don't you? Can't you just figure something out? Didn't you tell us that you could do anything with your magic? There has to be a way to do it. She doesn't deserve to live like this!"

Understanding that Miles was upset at the moment, Peter didn't let his angry response get to him. "I know it's not the answer you want to hear, but I really don't think I can bring him back. I mean, I could try, but what happens if we fail or he comes back as a zombie or something? We'd be desecrating his corpse" He said as he gestured through the window. "How do you think she'd feel about that?"

Before Miles could respond, a purple-clad figure appeared on the rooftop above them. The Prowler, with a sleek and menacing presence, looked down at Miles and Peter.

[Insert picture of Prowler Miles' suit here]

Suddenly, he descended, using his clawed metal gloves to dig into the side of the building and slide down, slowing his fall as he attempted to kick Peter and Miles away from the window.

In a distorted mechanical voice, the Prowler accused them, "Sick perverts!" He assumed they were spying on Rio, rage bubbling as he attacked.

Utilizing their Spider senses, Miles and Peter easily dodged the attack. However, the impact of the kick against the wall reached Rio's ears, prompting her to investigate.

She turned toward the window, her eyes scanning for any signs of a disturbance, but she saw nothing amiss. Unaware of the unseen observers, she left her room, ready to head and start her night shift.

Outside, on the rooftop, Miles, Peter, and their mysterious attacker locked eyes. The Prowler's imposing figure now stood before them, clad in the unmistakable purple suit.

Miles, shocked by what he was seeing, called out in a shaky voice, "Uncle Aaron?!"

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