Chapter 654: Jealousy

Chapter 654: Jealousy

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(A/N: Warning: I changed Prowler-Miles's middle name to Mateo. To avoid any confusion, I'll start using Mateo as his name at some point in this chapter.)

Opening his eyes, Miles Mateo Morales felt a throbbing ache throughout his entire body. "Ugh Where am I?" He asked, his blurry eyes focusing to reveal his surroundings.

The dim lighting of his own hideout appeared before him, a tower of an old abandoned building. The soft glow of his computer monitors and other tech caught his eye, but as he tried to move, Miles quickly realized he was tied up in chains, suspended on his punching bag.

(A/N: Uno reverse card)

Panic set in as he struggled against the unforgiving chains, his memories of the recent encounter with the strange superpowered creeps who were spying on his mother came flooding back.

Suddenly, a familiar, resigned voice echoed through the hideout, "I guess you're awake now."

"Uncle Aaron?" Miles called out hopefully. "Quick, you gotta let me out. I don't know when those perverts are going to come back. We need to be ready"

Desperation crept into Miles' tone as he pleaded for help, asking his uncle to free him. However, the reality soon became clear.

"I don't think I'll be of much help either" Uncle Aaron revealed, wiggling the same chains as his nephew, which Miles could feel from his position. He was restrained as well, dangling alongside his nephew, both tied on opposite sides of the punching bag.

Frantically looking around, Miles realized that their captors were nowhere to be seen. "We need to figure a way out of this before they get back," he urged, his mind racing with thoughts of escape.

Uncle Aaron, struggling against his own chains, nodded in agreement. "I'll do what I can, but there's something you should know..." He says, recalling the other Miles, the superpowered clone of his nephew.

Miles, still struggling to break free, brushed off his uncles words. "Save it for when we're free. We need to focus right now"

As they exchanged words, the rhythmic clinking of chains filled the air, a somber symphony of captivity.

"I really think that you should hear this now" He says, clearly still freaked out by the identical twin of his nephew.

But suddenly, before he could explain or they could escape, the hideout's entrance creaked open, and two familiar voices approached, returning from their food run.

Instantly, their eyes widened as they realized that their captors were returning, their conversation echoing through the stairwell.

"Should we have left them alone for so long? What if they got free and escaped while we were gone?" A familiar voice spoke, stating his concern.

Another voice, nonchalantly slurping on a blue icee, dismissed the worry. "Relax, Miles. You seem to forget but neither of them have superpowers, and I've got magical failsafes on those chains. They're not going anywhere."

As the voices drew nearer, Miles and his Uncle Aaron decided to feign unconsciousness, hoping to avoid their captors interest so that they can creat an opportunity to escape. Instantly, their bodies slumped over in unison, pretending to be oblivious to their surroundings.

Reluctantly, Miles shook his head, finally speaking up to clarify why Mateo lacked superpowers. He explained that the spider that was supposed to bite Mateo and grant him powers had been brought to his universe by accident, biting Miles instead. Mateo, unfortunately, missed out on becoming Spider-Man as he was meant to.

Mateo and his Uncle Aaron were stunned, the gravity of the revelation sinking in. Mateo realized that unknowingly missing out on getting superpowers might have changed the course of his entire life. If he had received his powers as intended, maybe he wouldn't be a criminal, or at least he would be a much better criminal than he already is.

But most of all, maybe just maybe, his father would still be alive

The room fell into a heavy silence as Mateo processed this unexpected twist of fate. The connection between the two Miles Morales's, now marked by the divergence in their destinies, hung in the air like an unspoken truth.

One, who was never meant to get powers, but received them anyway. The other, who was destined to receive amazing abilities that never arrived. And probably never would either.

The impact of what could have been weighed heavily on Mateo. And as these thoughts swirled around in his head, he couldn't help but glare at Miles, his entire being radiating with a mix of jealousy and anger as he asked, "is your dad still alive?"

Miles nodded dumbly, confused by the question, "Y-Yeah"

In that moment, Mateo realized something that he already learned a long time ago, but seemed to have forgotten up until now.

The world isn't fair

The universe isn't fair

And even the multiverse isn't fair

He lost his golden opportunity and more importantly his father...

Meanwhile, Miles got everything that should've been his. His father, his powers, his happy little life.

Miles took it all from him!

Deep within the heart of the Earth, unbeknownst to the inhabitants above, a celestial seed, a potent source of cosmic power, silently pulsed with energy. It had slumbered for millions of years, fed by the vitality of humanity and nurtured by the long-vanished Eternals.

Yet, the once-shepherded seed now harbored an ominous secret. Centurion, the formidable Kang, had discovered and seized control of this celestial seed after slaughtering the mast of the Eternals ages ago.

In the dimly lit chamber where the seed resided, Centurion hovered before a console, fingers dancing across holographic controls. His dark eyes glowed with anticipation as he monitored the growth and resonance of the celestial power within the seed.

It had become a weapon, a tool cultivated for an eternity, put through endless experiments which enhanced its power far beyond the strength of any other Celestial in existence. Even Knull, in all of his strength and equipped with his god-killing sword, paled in comparison to his creation.

And this creation was ready and waiting to be unleashed to destroy his enemies. Or rather his enemy

Peter Parker

'He must have the cloak already' He thought, his face morphing into an irritated grimace. Though seconds later, that grimace turned into a predatory smile. After all, he could always take possession of Deaths cloak after killing its new owner.

A/N: 1800 words :) BTW, I just wanted to say thanks for the nice comments in the update I posted last night. This may be parasocial of me, but I really appreciate you guys a lot. From the lurkers that never show themselves in the comments, to the same mofo's who are always here when the chapters releases and never fail to leave comments everyday *looks at DarkSlayer* Anyway, that's enough sappiness, I'm going to sleep.

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