#ganke lee (mentioned)

[jennsterjay]

Punkflower Week Day 5: Meet The Parents

Format: Fan-fiction

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary:

When Hobie first met Mr. and Mrs.Morales, it was to protect them from danger.

Now that things have relaxed in Brooklyn, and Hobie remains by Miles' side, The Morales' invite him for dinner to tell him something they've been wanting to say for a long time.

Read on AO3 or down below, and enjoy :)!

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It was a chaos filled night in Brooklyn.

People were evacuating from the main city as an intense battle was taking place in the center. Explosions rang through the air, accompanied by a sympathy of shouts as people fled from various directions to get away from the source of the fight.

On the city outskirts, three figures ran together out of the Morales’ home.

Jeff Morales, Rio Morales, and Hobie Brown.

As the three ran out the door, and down the street, the ground around them began to crack and shake as they did their best to stabilize their balance.

Hobie pushes himself to run faster and takes Rio’s hand. Her free hand intertwines with Jeff’s– the three of them linked as they run together– away from the direction of the fight.

As the Morales’ run away from the danger, led by the punk teenage Spider-Man Hobie Brown, all they can remember is an event that happened a year ago– when their city was in a similar panic. Only now...they know what they hadn’t known before– that at the center of it all was Miles Morales. Their son...Spider-Man...and they were scared.

As the three weaved past various cars and debris, Rio and Jeff looked at a determined Hobie Brown. They watched as he calculated his next move, creating a map in his head of where to go, swiftly maneuvering them to safety as if he’d known them and this world his whole life.

With his spiked jacket, piercings, and blue-laced boots, this punk teen– this Spider-Punk...was a determined kid and a force of nature all at once.

Once the three make it to a clearing further down the road, Hobie stops and lets go of Rio’s hand, punching in a code on his watch.

“Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Morales. I promised Miles that I would keep you safe, so until this ‘ere mess is squashed, I’m sending you to my gaff.” Hobie said, turning to face the two.

“What? What about our son? We can’t leave him here!” Rio yelled with anguish in her expression.

“I’m not leaving without my son.” Jeff said with an air of authority, panic leaking through his resolve.

“I know you’re scared, but don’t underestimate your son. Miles has fought hundreds upon hundreds of threats as Spider-Man, and has crossed dimensions through time and space to return to you and to protect you. He is one of the strongest people that I know… and I know he can hold his own, but this time he won’t be alone. He has people on his side, including me, and we’ll fight by him no matter what.”

Rio looked conflicted for only a moment, biting her lip, before sighing and grabbing Hobie’s hands in hers and meeting his eyes.

“Then you gotta promise me. Hobie, swear on your life that you’ll bring my Spider-Man– Mi girasolito–  home to me when this is over. Can you promise me that you’ll protect him?” Rio asked fiercely.

With no hesitation Hobie gently squeezed her hands back and told her words made of nothing but his resolve and the truth.

“Till the day I die, I will.” Hobie says with a thick accent.

And Rio sees it in his eyes that he would.

So she lets him go, and then reclaims Jeff’s hand in hers.

“Okay, I believe you, Hobie,” Rio says.

Jeff looks at her like she has a second head, as if there’s no way it could be that simple.

“Are you serious honey? We’re just gonna let our kid fight against some multiversal phenomenon? We need to bring him with us!”

Rio held both of Jeff’s hands in hers and looked into his eyes.

“I know...There’s a lot going on and our son is a vigilante with superpowers and the world is ending, and I’m still trying to keep it together to wrap my head around this. Jeff, I’m scared...but I believe in our son. And now I know he’s no longer alone. He kept so much of his life a secret, all to protect us...so this time we have to trust that he will be okay– and that’s all we can do,” Rio said as she teared up.

Rio wipes a tear away with the back of her hand, before she places both hands on Jeff’s shoulders with a determined look.

“Our son is strong– stronger than anyone in New York– not just because of his spider-powers...but because he’s a Morales. And no matter what he will always be our Miles Morales. He will get through this, and he will win,” Rio said with a smile.

Jeff opened his mouth to protest, but with one look in her eyes he gave up with a sigh.

“Okay...okay...and when he comes back… he’s grounded for seven months.” Jeff says with a straight face.

Rio laughs out loud, and to the side Hobie gives a wicked smile to himself– like he’s in on a joke of his own. Grounded, eh? Hah, time will tell.

“Yes amor, he’s very grounded.” Rio said as she waved him away, before they both turned back to Hobie.

“And you!” Jeff exclaimed as he pointed at Hobie.

Hobie raised an eyebrow “Aye?”

Jeff paused for a moment, then let his finger down slowly until his hand rested at his side.

“Protect my son,” Jeff said softly, but loud enough for Hobie to hear the sincerity in his voice.

“You have my word,” Hobie said with an easy nod.

Just then the sound of a loud droning noise, The Spot, gets closer to where the three are, and Hobie springs into action. He runs in front of the two in a protective stance, before quickly entering a command on his watch. Behind the Morales’ a portal opens just as The Spot comes into view around the corner. The overpowered being turns, and sees them all.

The three freeze, and what happens in the next three seconds feels like time moves in slow motion. Hobie yells at them to ‘Go!’ pushing them both through the portal onto the deck of his boathouse. When the two are safely through, Hobie turns around to face a massive energy blast headed in their direction. Hobie pivots at the same time he presses the command to close the portal– and the last thing Rio and Jeff see is Hobie jumping in the way to take on the brunt of the impact.

His resolve unbreakable. His mind made up.

---- Now it was two months later from the battle with The Spot as Rio, Jeff, and Hobie were at the Morales’ dinner table eating mofongo and tostones, as if Hobie was someone who had been here Miles' entire life. Jeff and Rio gave each other a look that communicated shared feelings and thoughts about the boy in front of them.

How do we repay you for all you've done? How long have you and Miles known each other? How can we show you that we accept you, and that we will help you anytime without any shred of doubt?

Jefferson Morales began first, coughing to get Hobie's attention. Hobie stopped chewing and shifted to a yellow hue, questioning, before waiting and returning to his normal color palette as he stared at Jeff. The two regarded each other for a moment. Jefferson Morales, who was a police officer that believed grit and order would lead to a happy life with no surprises. And Hobie Brown who was a free-spirited vigilante that thrived in life’s inconsistency, chaos, and adventure. Hobie, who would do anything to defend the underdogs of the world, and those he cared about; and Jeff who would do anything to protect his family. Hobie was still wary because Jeff was a cop, but after a while he understood– that Jeff was also a father, who loved his son. So when Jeff spoke next, Hobie let his walls down for a moment, and let his words in. "Hobie...I just want to say, thank you. For everything you've done for my son, my wife, for me– and for this family...It means everything. And I want you to know that…” “You are always welcome here," Jeff said. In this moment Hobie's shoulders relaxed and the Morales’ watched as Hobie looked shocked--breathless for a moment, and cycling through ten different colors until settling on a bright pink hue with other colors shifting at the edges. Hobie looked at both of the easy smiles on their faces, overwhelmed as Rio started talking before Hobie could start forming the words. "That's right mijo… When we first met, I was scared– so scared that my son would not come home to me… But it was you who brought others together in his life to help him when he needed it most. And you who protected all of us and brought my son home. My family is my life and it means everything, so thank you Hobie.” Rio says with a heart on her chest.

And then she continues.

“-I may not have spider powers or be able to jump across buildings, but Hobie, you will always have everything you need here...anytime you need it. You are a part of our family now. We love you...and you are welcome here, always." Hobie's breath was taken away for a second time, and whatever nonsense he was about to say to downplay or shrug off his own efforts as ‘no big deal’... was gone now.

And for a moment Hobie had a soft look on his face, as he finally spoke. "...Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Morales," Hobie said as his colors shifted to the yellows, oranges, and pinks of a radiant sunrise, as a small smile graced his lips. "Anytime." Jeff said. "Annnnd when you two do decide one day that you want to be more than friends. We'll support that too. Just saying." Rio said with a not so innocent shrug and a mischievous grin on her face. Hobie then turned bright pink and started laughing, full and hearty as Jeff kept a smile on his face while eyeing his wife with a look of slight panic. But Jeff gave in and only shook his head and joined in the laughter.

"Yeah yeah,” Jeff agreed, “I can tell you like my son. Just-please don't make him pull a 180 and decide to 'Spider-it-up' and overthrow our Senator or something," He half-joked. Hobie grinned mischievously "Mint, but no promises, he might do it anyway." Jeff rolled his eyes but smiled fondly. The three then heard the front door open and close, as a sleepy Miles Morales was heard walking down the hall. The boy in question had spent the day at his friend Ganke's house, and he hummed as he followed the aroma of a home cooked meal. When he rounded the corner, he paused and looked with surprise to see Hobie at the dinner table. Miles perked up immediately and dropped his backpack on the floor to rush towards the dinner table. Miles opened his arms wide towards his far-beyond-a-crush as a smile filled his entire face. "Hobie!" Miles laughed with a smile. "Miles," Hobie said lovingly– as if his name was an oasis in a desert. Hobie rose from his seat to catch Miles in his arms as he held him against his chest in a bear-crushing hug. They then relaxed and stayed like that for a moment, smiling against each other. Then Hobie's smile widened as he slowly spun Miles around in his arms, towards the open living room. Miles laughed, and had not a care in the world except for this moment between them, here in his arms. And when Hobie looked over his shoulder at Miles’ parents. His newfound family... he nodded and gave an easy smile towards them, that conveyed everything. Thank you... for accepting me You're welcome... For all that I did And thank you again…

for moments like these,

where I can be with him, always.

[moralesmilesanhourlibrary]

sunflower

summary: you begin to recieve flowers from an anonymous source. originally posted: sept. 22, 2019 (wtf I was posting fics damn near every day)

You open your locker to pack up for the day and go home, and there they are.

Sunflowers.

Yesterday it was roses, last week it was daisies. It was a sweet gesture, until you found a bouquet of sunflowers on your desk with your name on the tag. This person was in your class, and knew where your desk was, and who YOU were. Curiosity peaked, you meet up at Miles and Ganke’s dorm to discuss.

“So now I have like, 3 bouquets of flowers and petals all over my locker and I really need to know who it is-”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down [Y/N],” Ganke interrupted. “Are you saying you have a secret admirer?” You nodded, frantically. You’d only met Miles and Ganke the previous week, but, for some reason, you felt you could tell them a whole lot.

“I need you to help narrow down who could be giving me all these damn plants, because I’m running out of space in my vase at home,” you frowned. Miles smiles to himself at the thought of you taking the flowers home and caring for them. “They’re obviously in my homeroom, since they know where my desk is at, right? Miles, who’s in our homeroom?”

Startled out of his thoughts, Miles finally speaks after having been silent this entire time.

“Uh, there’s me and you, Andre, Miranda, and… That’s all I know.”

Sighing in frustration, you plop down on Ganke’s bed next to where Miles sat.

Impishly elbowing your arm, Miles, asks, “Is there anyone you want it to be?” Not catching onto the joke, you actually answer. “Hmm. I hope whoever it is is like, really sweet and artistic. I like artsy types.” Miles feels a glimmer of hope at that. “You’re mad corny,” he laughs.

The next day, you find more sunflowers and daisies in the holes of your locker, but there was something else there, too.

Stuck to one of the bigger sunflowers was a baby-blue sticky note, your name written in a bubbly font and decorated with neon patterns. Cute.

Miles opened his locker next to yours.

“More flowers?” he asked. You smiled and showed him the sticky note. “Look, they drew this, too! Isn’t that cute?” Miles smirks a little, though you don’t know why.

—

It was a Friday, so you texted Miles that you were coming over to hang out. Before you even ring the doorbell, he opens the door to let you in, beaming.

“Hey [Y/N], pizza’s here already. Don’t just stand there, now!” After greeting his parents, you both head to Miles’ room with the box of pizza. Of course, his Bluetooth speaker was blasting Swae Lee. You still had the sticky note in-hand as you sat on his bed, taking a slice of pizza.

“You good, Gonzalo? You been mad quiet lately.” Snapping out of his gaze at the mention of his middle name, Miles replies, “I’m fine, I’m fine. No need to use my government name.” Looking up, you notice a pop of color on Miles’ desk. It was piled with sketchbooks containing elaborate designs that looked like they belonged on a mural.

“Those are nice,” you tell him, pointing at the pile of drawings. “Thanks, made em myself, you know.” Miles internally facepalms himself. They’re on your desk, of course she knows they’re yours!

You get up from the bed to get a closer look at Miles’ designs. The circular lettering and neon color palette look… familiar. Then you take the sticky note out of your back pocket. A sheepish grin creeps onto your face as everything starts to make sense.

“Miles, you been giving me all those flowers?” Smiling playfully, he gives you a big shrug that said, ‘I’ve been caught, so yeah.’ You suck your teeth in feigned annoyance and hit Miles with a pillow. You both descend into uproarious laughter as you continue hitting him. “I really hate you, bro!”

“What, I’m the artsy type!” Miles jokingly exclaims, earning him another smack with the pillow. The two of you flop back down on his bed, exhausted from all the laughing.

“Did you buy all those flowers yourself?” you finally ask. Miles replies, “Yeah, man! 20 bucks each,” and you snort a little.

“All that for a prank-?”

“It wasn’t a prank.” Miles’ tone is somber, now. He isn’t grinning anymore. You don’t understand.

“What does that mean,” you prod further. He turns his head to look you directly in the eye. “Well… I kinda like you. Just a little. So I got you flowers.” You continue staring at him, at which he says, “…sorry?” You sit up, and so does Miles.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you tell him as you pull him into a suffocating hug. “Wanna go out sometime?”

Miles chokes out a muffled, “Yes!”

[nigesakis]

ill never understand why people think tom hollands spidey is the best. sure, hes spiderman, but hes not peter parker at all.

they didnt just take plotlines (the tinkerer, tony & the suits, more minor stuff) from miles' comics, they literally took his entire character/personality too and tried to cover it up with some peter-like one liners

they took ganke and called him ned leeds (whos btw another character from the comics. guess they just went with the name cause ganke LEE > ned LEEds)

peter would never rely on tony stark like that, they changed so much of the struggle that made peter peter. this is literally miles in a tom holland suit. if you put mcu peter and miles in a movie together, that'd be literally the exact same character.

it makes me so mad cause 1. miles doesnt deserve this and 2. all these people seeing tom holland (not his fault) as the peter parker when he literally isnt. and theyre milking the hell out of these movies too

i recommend reading Miles' original comic run (Ultimate Comics: All-New Spider-Man) and Spider-Men (2012, which has comic!Peter and Miles next to each other and makes the difference clear)

update:

just found out they never mentioned ben (i only watched homecoming) and made may take his role and die?😭 make tony his new parental figure? thats like the tlou show removing Sarah or Batman's parents not dying... both Bens death and Mays presence are what make Peter Peter like... whoever that guy in the Mcu is, its not Peter parker i can tell you that much

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

Okay so re this post: I want to talk about how PGR writes its disabled characters. I'm not really new to the disabled community, but I'm certainly new to talking about the portrayal of such in media. Let me know if I step on any toes.

PGR has a lot of disabled characters. Off the top of my head:

Lucia has retrograde amnesia/memory problems in general after getting her mind wiped and rebooted multiple times

Lee has a ganked heating system that gives him temperature regulation problems

Kamui and Camu. Just. Kamui. In general. On account of him being the manifestation of a programmed alternate personality

Sophia's four extra arms are technically prosthetics if I remember her backstory right

Chrome's cognitive instability from previous self harm (he has permanent M.I.N.D. damage from attempting to mind-link as a commandant, leading to his Glory frame being incredibly unstable)

Luna's psychosis (seen in her backstory; largely Punishing Virus-caused)

Vera might have had face-blindness as a human (mentioned in Rozen's secrets)

Murray had heart problems and now lives with a transplant

And really, you could argue that every construct character in PGR is disabled because they're a construct, especially the transcendants. Transcendants can't even be around most humans and robots without infecting them with the Punishing Virus--and since a disability is a handicap, something that limits your quality of life, a chronic Punishing infection certainly qualifies.

That's not even mentioning how the experience of being a construct parallels the experience of being disabled. It's that experience of being other for your physical or mental nature (and even a superhumanly fast and strong robot is treated badly by humans). You don't have bodily autonomy anymore--you belong to the government (in PGR, the military and/or Kurono). And it's chronic. You can't opt out of being a construct once you've had the surgery.

But while disability is markedly present in PGR in a multitude of forms, I don't think they ever use it for shock value as much as they use it as a way to point to the world and go look, this is how the apocalypse has affected us. It's generated atrocities that cause people harm (Camu and Kamui, as well as Luna and Lucia).

And yet they do so in such a way that maintains that there were always disabled people, apocalypse or not--Chrome's self harm and mental instability as a result of parental and societal pressure come to mind, as well as Murray's heart problems--which is really important.

I'm not going to say they do it perfectly. Disability in PGR is often dramatized for the plot and to hit character beats, which won't be to everyone's tastes. However, they certainly try, and they pull it off pretty well!

[ask-harvester]

Today on Miles Draws Something, I decided to draw one of my best friends, Ganke Lee, to keep my mind off of recent stuff...

Ganke is basically the first actual friend I made here in NYC after being moved from Baltimore. Aside from Uncle Aaron and Billie, I basically knew nobody in this city and I had (and still have) a hard time adjusting to regular life after the Baltimore Incident.

But luckily for me, I managed to run into a cool guy who happened to be going to the same college as me and we eventually met up in person. I think he also could just tell that I was not from around here and I needed a little help with getting used to things here in this city (as if the accent wasn’t enough to give me away 😭). Either way, one day he offered to show me around the neighborhood and the rest was history.

He’s also been a big help to me as Spider-Man.. especially considering I just barely know my way around this city (though by this point I know it a lot better than I did when I first started doing spider things). Ganke’s one of the few people who know that I’m Spider-Man and he’s been very helpful on patrol from the sidelines (I felt like I had to tell him after I ACCIDENTALLY poisoned him with my powers and it knocked him tf out one time. Luckily it wore off pretty quickly and we laugh it off now but AAAA).

Ganke knows a lot about me… except for the fact that I die horribly and come back to life sometimes through save files. He’s definitely heard me die through our communications but he never remembers or mentions me dying ever. And honestly, I’d like to keep it that way. It’s probably for the best for him that he doesn’t remember me dying…

… I guess if there was one other thing aside from all that is… I kinda have a crush on him… so that’s something. Not sure how to broach the topic with him yet...

- 🫀

[figkeele]

I was crying here about writing 3 fics simultaneously for a ship with a readership of 10 people, but you know what?

I've just checked what ships poor Miles has for this canon and it could be worse:

Miles Morales/Peter Parker (32)

Ganke Lee/Miles Morales (9)

Hailey Cooper/Miles Morales (9)

Have I mentioned that I also shipped Miles with Phin? Which has precisely 0 fic. :D :D :D (There is one tagged with it but it's only mentioned in the background, and it's a Ganke/Miles fic anyway.)

[6rookie-writer0110]

Story request: miles morales and black lightning & his family/team = Kinda like the super girl episode worlds finest. Miles goes through the dimensional portal wormhole with Gwen, Anya Corazon, & Miguel; where he accidentally falls into the arrow-verse prime earth portal:

- From there on, he saves Jennifer when she got hit by fighting with a meta-villian (as she’s patrolling as Lightning) and swings her to safety on the roof of a building. Both, skeptical at first however, unmasked & introduced themselves; as soon as then miles mentioned he’s Spider Man, Jen doesn’t recognize that name; leading to miles asking more questions (if she knows other marvel heroes like iron man, Thor, hulk, star-lord, falcon, dr strange) with Jen also not recognizing those names and then recognizing he’s in a different Earth.

- Miles and Jen then go to the Anissa & Grace’s apartment, miles quickly searches on the computer for anytime: like for SHIELD, Avengers Tower, or Stark Industries or his friends & family with no success. Then the Jefferson, Lynn, Anissa, Gambi, Khalil, Grace, and TC enter the apartment to see if Jen’s alright from her fight and then they see Miles asking him who he is, then Miles introduces himself to the group.

- Then miles talks about being from another earth, being spider-man, the Avengers / G.o.t.G, and talking about eventually being bitten by a spider & demonstrating his spider powers which impresses and slightly creeps everyone out. Then everyone else shows Miles their own powers and their origins as well.

- The team will help get miles home (since his dimensional goober watch [given by Miguel] is broken from impact & well indeed gets fixed) while they need miles help in fighting against Tobias Whale, Gravedigger, and Odell’s ASA army.

- Miles and Jen developed a friendship while Khalil gets slightly jealous

- Though, Miles and Khalil have a friendly sparring session: with Khalil winning & miles learning from him on how to fight better. Miles also tells Khalil that he & Jen are just friends / and that miles loves Anya in which him and Khalil become friends

- Throughout the story, Miles gets into deep discussion talks with Khalil & the Pierce family [talking about superhero responsibilities; talking about the villains they face (ie Looker, Dr Jace, Anti-Moniter / Kingpin, Thanos, & the lizard); about dealing with loved ones deaths: Jefferson’ father, Khalil’s brother/mother, miles’ uncle Aaron & his Peter Parker from his universe; talking about Anya / Ganke Lee & about his Spider-friends (mainly Peter B and Gwen) ]

- Jen & Miles also talk about their own relationship problems (w/ Khalil and Anya) & how to improve on it better.

- While superpatrolling w/ Khalil & Jen; all three face off Tobias’s meta human goons; which fails as the trio gets minor injures & miles get captured by the goons.

- At the markovian base; Odell, Tobias, & G.D. try to interrogate Miles (whose tied up and locked down in a cell) and trying to take a blood test in gaining/studying his powers. With Tobias trying to unmask him but miles shocks him. Odell seems fascinated with Miles & intends to experiment on him for his Spider DNA. Before the blood test could start, B.L. & the team attack the base and manage to free Miles from his cell.

- With the team taking on Odell, the ASA, & Tobias; Miles, Jennifer, and Khalil tag-team in taking on gravedigger. Gravedigger manages to secretly escape the chaos while Tobias, Odell, ASA are all defeated & arrested.

- Gambi manages to fix the goober-watch and Miles says goodbye to everyone while going inside the portal to where he meets up with Gwen, Anya, Miguel, and Peter B back in his own universe where he talks about his journey.

also cameos from the flash, supergirl, green arrow, batwoman (Ryan); where Jefferson talks about the markovian events and about Miles.

This will be interesting to write

📝

[barbiegirldream]

Would you mind explaining what you mean by MCU Peter is a whitewashed version of Miles Morales? I’m not that into comics/superhero movies but I’ve seen this mentioned a few times so I’ve always been curious

Peter Parker is a poor Jewish coded boy from Forest Hills Queens who grows up in a small house with his Aunt and Uncle. Ben was like some guy and May ran that Homeless shelter FEAST. He's your avg teenager who goes to public school and gets bullied. When he gets bit by a spider he goes wrestling to try and earn money for the family. Uncle Ben gets shot Peter becomes selfless to a neurotic extent and becomes Spider-Man. He becomes a solo hero for many years rejecting invites to the Avengers, starting and ending most of his team ups with fist fights, and just generally being a lone wolf (spider). He doesn't team up with Tony Stark until around the time of Civil War when Tony gets him with talks of responsibility. When Peter face reveals as was required of him Aunt May gets shot on the Kingpin's orders. Peter loses his shit goes mental almost kills the Kingpin, has Dr Strange make everyone forget Peter Parker is Spider-Man, and makes a deal with the demon Mephisto for Aunt May's life and sells his marriage with Mary Jane. Now he and Tony just like argue over Miles and beat each other up when Tony's not out being a borderline villain.

Miles Morales is a black/Puerto Rican boy from Brooklyn who lives in an apartment with his nurse mother Rio and cop father Jefferson. Miles wins a scholarship to the Brooklyn Visions Academy (exceedingly similar to the school MCU Peter goes to that he in no way would be able to afford) Miles is a very outgoing young man who's always willing to do a team up. He and Tony are very close and have the mentor/mentee relationship Peter and Tony never did. Also in Miles's original universe I won't get into it he was also relatively close with Captain America

Ned Leeds in the comics was someone Peter met at the Daily Bugle, Ned was a reporter. Peter and Betty Brant had dated a bit in high school but broke up after graduation. Ned Leeds was always jealous of Peter. They never really got along all that well. Ned like died in Germany or Russia idr on a business trip with Peter at some point. Then he suprise wasn't dead and became the hobgoblin which is like the Green Goblin but orange. Hence the jokes in the movie about Ned going evil and trying to kill Peter.

Ganke Lee is Miles's best friend. And he helps Miles as the man in the chair. Ganke is incredibly skilled with computers. As well Miles told him pretty early on that he was Spider-Man.

This picture sums it up red haired dude is comic Ned to MCU Ned to comics Ganke

Michelle Jones seems to be some weird mashup of Peter's old roommate Michelle who once sold his clothes so he would pay his half of the rent. Miles's ex girlfriend Barbara Rodriquez who was an edgy loner who can sing so I'll be surprised if they never utilize Zendaya's ability to sing.

Peter never went to high school with Ned or MJ in the comics.

Liz Allan in the comics was one person Peter did go to high school with. She was the daughter of the people who owned Roxxon or something you know the generically evil businesses. She went to college with Peter where they both met Harry Osborn. She would marry Harry and they have a son named Normie Osborn who is Peter's godson. Liz was very stuck up and pretentious and also sometimes villainous if it meant her son was safe. But she loves Peter because he's family so that was rarely a problem.

Liz Allan in the mcu was totally different. And the comics in this case took her and changed her name to make one of Miles' friends/love interests, Tiana Toomes. Or Starling who is the granddaughter of the vulture and used his gimmick to become a hero. She was so very much MCU Liz Allan but so different to comic Liz it doesn't matter.

A lot of May's personality in the MCU was also stolen right from Miles' mom Rio.

And it took Peter three fucking movies to no longer be a stupid over trusting selfish kid. No Way Home is the first time I felt like I was watching a movie about Peter Parker.

[chronicas]

i know i’ve been talking about the spider-man post™️ all day but it’s because i’m adhd as hell and think about things a lot. my least favorite thing about the post is i forgot to address the main thing that bugs me about mcu peter. it’s not just his internship with stark, it’s the fact that they chose to make him work with stark at all.

peter was intended to be an everyman hero, he was just an everyday guy struggling with poverty and taking care of his aunt. making him a billionaire capitalist’s sidekick is in very poor taste. it makes it very hard for audiences to relate to him, and peter was intentionally made to be relatable.

and not to circle back to the spider-verse comics (and by association the movie) but this is why the spider-verse exists, is to make spider man even more relatable. spider-men that are people of color, spider-women that girls can relate to more, older spider-men, younger spider-men, as the comics grow we’ll begin to see even more diverse spider-people.

the other issue i didn’t touch on is the fact that mcu peter isn’t even telling peter’s story, he’s much more like miles in the since that ned is basically a copy of ganke lee. not saying i don’t love ned, because i do, but it is upsetting to see them take from miles’ story, therefore making ganke seem less original to people who aren’t long time spider-man fans. i honestly think the reason they cut all the scenes with ganke from the spider-verse movie is because of the similarities to the mcu, but i haven’t found any sources discussing the main reasons for cutting out his role in the movie.

all these things combined make peter’s story one that isn’t really his. he doesn’t have his own independent character development that’s unrelated to stark in some way. they don’t even mention uncle ben’s death which is the most fundamental part of peter’s development as a hero. the only thing that makes him feel familiar is tom holland’s acting and how well he portrayed a dorky high school spider-man.

i’m not even saying i didn’t enjoy the movies, i was a big fan of the mcu for a long time honestly. they were good movies in my opinion, but they weren’t really spider-man movies to me.

and i could go on to explain many other issues i have with the films, but i’ll keep it more brief for now. in the civil war comics, they show how peter and stark don’t make a good team, honestly i just recommend reading the comics yourself.

also in case you’re wondering who i think the “best” peter parker is, it’s insomniac’s

[jennsterjay]

Ooo we doin' clawcode angst 👀? *Pulls out my au lore, lemme see

Here comes kind of a huge lore dump/mini fic about my Clawcode AU

While I usually write/draw Miles G. and Ganke M. being silly and getting into shenanigans, there is more in depth lore and sinister six plot lines that have some heartfelt/angsty moments because Earth-42. Here's my lore about the origins of how Miles G. Morales and Ganke M. Lee met, how Miles G. became The Prowler, and how Ganke M. revealed his own secret identity before asking Miles if he could help him as his right hand man:

[Cw Tags: action/adventure, angst/drama, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, character death mentioned, overcoming grief, hacking, gambling mentioned, financial instability, family drama (like that miles morales ps4 achievement), some strong language]

In my AU, Claws and Code, the first time Miles G. and Ganke M. meet is their first year of Brooklyn Visions Academy where they become roommates. In this AU, Miles G. Morales is the vigilante known as The Prowler, and Ganke M. Lee is the fabled anonymous underground hacker and enginneer called The Gh0st_Kni9ht. At the start of their first year of being roommates, Ganke M. is already doing undercover freelance hacking shenanigans and hides it from Miles G., but Miles G. isn't the Prowler yet. Miles is suspicious of Ganke but after getting to know him he lets his guard down and they hit it off and become best friends and the dynamic duo around campus. They even spend the summer after together.

When at Ganke's house, Miles starts putting the pieces of Ganke's financial situation in his head. Ganke's dad in this universe works in the business sector of one of the factions under the Sinister Six (its unavoidable, nearly everyone in the city that's a citizen works in some capacity under them) and he regularly gambles and loses money. Ganke's mom works twice as hard in the technology sector but barely makes enough money to hold down the fort. Miles notices all the tech in Ganke's room, and notices somehow he's still able to pay for all his books and other accommodations at school, even helping out his mother with bills, but Miles has never seen Ganke go to work and he's only ever at his computer or disappearing off to who knows where if he's not in the engineering lab, so Miles is pretty sure of what's happening but he doesn't say anything. Ganke appreciates it.

Fast forward and it's their sophomore year of high school and the two are already making plans to hang out next summer. Ganke gets a crush on Miles but doesn't tell him or rush into anything yet. The two are just happy to have each other and there's not a worry or a care other than the usual chaos in town. There's nothing to worry about...

Right?

It's the middle of Miles' sophomore year of high school when his world turns upside down and it's now a little harder to breathe. His father...has passed on in a police related incident. Aaron Davis, Rio Morales, his extended family, several police force, and Ganke are at the funeral with him.

Ganke is there by his side, supporting him from the get go. Going to the funeral, checking in on him, being there beside him, anything. Miles doesn't know if he can go back to how he was before his father died, but Ganke assures him that that's ok and he can be who he needs to be to be easy on himself.

Over the next few weeks, Miles knows he's not ok...but he's getting better, settling back into himself. Going back to working out and using his punching bag. He's still here and he still has his mami, tío, and Ganke...and he'll always have his father in his heart.

Miles settles back into a routine and finishes his sophomore year, with summer break on the horizon.

That summer, Miles visits his tíos apartment for a surprise visit only to open the apartment and find his tío in his Prowler suit, and his worldview does a 180. His uncle is The Prowler. His uncle doesn't see him yet, so Miles quietly slips back out of the door an runs for his life. He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to think, he doesn't know whether to feel betrayed, scared, or angry that tío is the opposite of what his father fought against every day. So Miles goes home exhausted, and falls asleep. Little does he know Aaron saw him run from him, and it hurt his heart.

A week later, Miles tries to forget the whole thing as he walks to tíos apartment to deliver lunch made by his mami, and he knocks on the door. Aaron let's him in, and they eat together. Miles doesn't look him in the eye. They both know why, but Miles doesn't know that Aaron saw him. Aaron lightens the mood by telling Miles stories about his father to cheer him up, and for a moment things are almost normal.

Then people start banging loud on Aaron's door. Aaron tells Miles to hide in his bedroom closet at the far end of the apartment while he takes care of it. Miles does, then he hears a fight outside with his Uncle in the middle of it. Miles gets too curious and looks through the window blinds to see his uncle in the Prowler suit, soloing everyone who tried to get the jump on him. Miles didn't agree with what he was, but in that moment he couldn't lie like his tío wasn't cool.

Fast forward and one day Miles takes the alleyway that his mami said not to go through, just so he can make it home before the citywide curfew, and Miles gets cornered by 5 large men. Miles does his best to put up a fight, but when he's on the ground and thinks he's really messed up big time, a purple flash comes from above, and a villian becomes a hero for a night. It's his tío, Aaron Davis, The Prowler.

On the way back to Uncle Aaron's apartment, his tío carries him in his arms while he's still suited up, mask up, claws out. Miles for once feels the safest he's ever been. His uncle patches him up as they finally have a heart to heart, and Miles makes a decision that changes the course of his destiny. He asks his uncle to help him become strong so that he can protect others like he did, and protect his family like his father would.

This would be the start of Miles G. Morales, The Prowler.

During the summer, Ganke and Miles hang out less and less and Ganke gets suspicious but he's also wrapped up in his own secrets so he can't ask without being a hypocrite and blowing his own cover...so he can only hope that with Miles, everything is ok.

It's the Junior year for Miles and Ganke at Brooklyn Visions Academy, and things are already off to a rough start. Miles is acting off and Ganke is worried (and a little pissed) that he's being brushed off...but he cares about him and he's still gonna be there for him even if it comes with a risk. Ganke knows there's a new sidekick spotted prowling around Brooklyn with The Prowler, and that there have been rumors that The Prowler has defected from Kingpin and is now a vigilante. Pair that with Miles skipping classes, coming to their dorm and slipping in and out at odd hours with injuries that Ganke takes over in patching up again and again, and Ganke has put two and two in his head.

Finally Ganke flies a little too close to the sun and implies that he knows what Miles won't tell him. Miles gets scared that Ganke is going to put it all out on the line and say it. Blow his cover, blow both of their covers. Layout all their secrets they've been dancing around each other, but Miles just can't handle that. So he hits a low blow, saying Ganke kept secrets from him first, and then Miles runs away from his dorm and leaves.

The next day, it's Saturday and there's no class, so Ganke slips away from campus on his bike and goes to the one place he's never been to but has been tracking for months.

Uncle Aaron's apartment, home of The Prowler.

He sets his bike aside and hacks the front door keypad lock in 5 seconds without breaking a sweat, and sneaks in until he sees The Prowler's sidekick standing up and facing away from him with his mask on, fiddling with tech at a work bench, before taking off the mask and revealing his face.

He knew it...

It's Miles.

It's then that Ganke makes his own decision, the one he's resolved to make for months, as he walks forward ready to blow away all their covers, no secrets, no games, so he can say what he's been wanting this whole time.

"I knew it"

Miles freezes and whips his head around with the most deer in the headlights look that Ganke has ever seen in his life.

"What are you doing here, you shouldn't be here. You need to leave"

"I already knew, and I already know Miles"

"You don't know anything!"

"I think its pretty obvious at this point"

"Shut up and leave Ganke, you don't know what your messing with. Leave."

Ganke keeps walking at a steady pace towards Miles, resolved in his decision.

"I think I do, and I'm going to help"

"What?!

"Miles...you have a lot of eyes on you now, and I know you're in deep. I am too, I know what it's like...and you know I that I know what it's like, even if I never told you..."

"Ganke stop talking" Miles warned

"But I'm going to tell you now" Ganke said

In a desperate attempt, Miles takes Ganke's shirt collar in his hand as he stares Ganke down with a stare that can only be described as the calm before a storm.

"Get out of here, Ganke. Before I make you".

For a moment Ganke looked down at him with fear, but Ganke has never been a pushover and he sees even past Miles' threat that somewhere in his eyes Miles doesn't want him to go. So Ganke places his hand over Miles' hand that's currently grabbing his shirt collar, and leans his forehead on his when he says

"No."

And Miles looks back into his eyes with a look of sadness, defeat, and underneath it, relief. He then drops Ganke's shirt collar and reluctantly leans away from him and sighs, looking at the ground. How is he supposed to keep Ganke out of danger now?

"See, the funny thing about the truth is sometimes it can hurt like hell, and sometimes it comes with a risk. And when you take that risk, you do so knowing that whatever outcome happens you're willing to face it head on because it's worth it. And as cheesy as it sounds, I'm here because I know you're worth it. We're worth it, and I'm not gonna let you fall without me there to catch you when you need me. So since I know your truth now, I'll tell you mine..."

Miles waited with a baited breath as he let Ganke's words settle into his heart, and prepared himself for what Ganke was about to tell him.

"Over the past few months I've hacked into Kingpin's, Dr.Ocks, Brooklyn PD's, Scorpion's, and several other government websites and organization mainframes for intel and other reasons. I've created blueprints and tech for various sectors, I do all this on closed circuit tech and get cash for it, and I have a 4.0gpa in the school system but I'm the only one who knows it's actually a 3.87"

It's then that realization comes over Miles as he realizes exactly who Ganke really is.

"I'm Ganke M. Lee, and in the digital underground I'm the hacker and enginneer known as... The Gh0st_Kni9ht"

And as Miles thinks about how many times the foes in the night he's fought say that name on repeat whenever there's a security breach or on-site hacking, all Miles can say is

"Holy shit Ganke"

"Yep that's my name, my real one anyway. I know its crazy, but you'll get used to it since you're the only one who knows now anyway"

"Ay díos mio! Ganke you have an entire bounty on your head!"

"I mean, so do you. Mine is only slightly higher than yours through. But you'll get there, Prowler" Ganke said with a laugh

"You're crazy!" Miles said with a look of disbelief and a huff that was almost a laugh "How can you be so calm about this?"

And Ganke, the clown he is actually taps his chin as if he's thinking about it. As if he's trying to solve some huge mystery before he chuckles again and reaches for Miles' ocular interface mask.

"Think about it this way..." Ganke says as he places Miles' mask into Miles' hands. Miles holds it and looks back at Ganke who's now standing right in front of him, with a look of fondness.

"When you hide behind a mask, you feel like you need to keep up appearances to be whatever people expect of you because you're not really you. You're just a character for people to project onto. Maybe you even project yourself onto it. A mask can be anything, for any reason, but it's still just a mask. It's you, just not the real you. When you take off the mask, or in my case when I log off, sometimes it still feels like you're wearing it, and you may still face the consequences of wearing it, but in the end it's still not really you. Sometimes it gets lonely and dark when you feel like a mask is all that you have to be...but look-" Ganke says as he places both of his hands on Miles' shoulders

"Your mask is off right now, and so is mine. We both know what each other's masks are, but we know who we are without them, and that's what matters more. From the start, you and me both knew the part we played for others and who we really are, and even then we both know no matter what that we've got each other's backs. Even if our masks are a part of us, and extension of us or whatever comics con hero bs you wanna call it, as long as I have one person in the world who I trust to know me behind the mask and without the mask, then I can take on anything the world throws at me." Ganke said with an easy grin.

Miles was speechless and at that moment he felt like a huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders because díos he was right.

"Miles I see you, man. You're juggling all these responsibilities with school, and your mom, and prowling around town kicking ass, but Miles, my friend...my best friend. You don't have to do this alone anymore. From now on...I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere, so let's do this together." Ganke says before letting Miles go and offering a hand to him

"Deal?" Ganke asks with a smile

Miles places his mask back on the table and looks long and hard at the hand offered to him, thinking of all that they have been through together and all that Miles feels about him, and what this means for them now. He accepts it all in his heart with a slow inhale... and an exhale.

He takes Ganke's hand in his and gives it a hearty shake.

"Deal" Miles says with a slight grin

"Good...now hand me that Maglev 200 wrench, and those shoes on the table, we've got work to do" Ganke says with a grin.

The End Claws and Code AU

[br2ceheadedmoomin]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark, Gwen Stacy & Riri Williams, Ned Leeds & Johnny Storm Characters: Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Tony Stark, Gwen Stacy, Riri Williams, Ned Leeds, Johnny Storm, Ganke Lee, J. Jonah Jameson, Betty Brant, May Parker (Spider-Man), Harley Keener, Adrian Toomes, Harry Osborn, Matt Murdock, Eddie Brock Additional Tags: Pining, Depression, References to Depression, Angst, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Bisexual Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Murder Mystery, Awesome May Parker (Spider-Man), May Parker (Spider-Man) & Tony Stark Coparenting Peter Parker, Peter is a Little Shit, Referenced cannibalism, Blood and Injury, referenced suicidal ideation, Johnny and Ned are oblivious, Actually so are Gwen and Riri, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Loves MJ, Not graphic it's just mentioned with the villain, Drinking, MJ Loves Horror Movies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Disordered Eating Summary:

Peter's spent a long time recovering, and he's finally ready for his senior year of college. MJ is back from Europe, he's patrolling again, things are going well at the Bugle (as well as they can be, considering his boss), and he's finally turning twenty-one!

If only it wasn't for that damn Parker luck and his anxious brain-when a murderous new villain appears in the city, Peter starts to realize that maybe he's not okay as he thought.

My submission for the 2020 IronDad Fic Exchange, my gift recipient was seekrest! (Their tumblr isn’t up, the link on the excel sheet for posting might be broken!!)

@irondad-fic-exchange

[moralesmilesanhour]

Sunflower

Miles x Reader

Description : You start getting flowers from an anonymous source.

You open your locker to pack up for the day and go home, and there they are.

Sunflowers.

Yesterday it was roses, last week it was daisies. It was a sweet gesture, until you found a bouquet of sunflowers on your desk with your name on the tag. This person was in your class, and knew where your desk was, and who YOU were. Curiosity peaked, you meet up at Miles and Ganke's dorm to discuss.

"So now I have like, 3 bouquets of flowers and petals all over my locker and I really need to know who it is-"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down [Y/N]," Ganke interrupted. "Are you saying you have a secret admirer?" You nodded, frantically. You'd only met Miles and Ganke the previous week, but, for some reason, you felt you could tell them a whole lot.

"I need you to help narrow down who could be giving me all these damn plants, because I'm running out of space in my vase at home," you frowned. Miles smiles to himself at the thought of you taking the flowers home and caring for them. "They're obviously in my homeroom, since they know where my desk is at, right? Miles, who's in our homeroom?"

Startled out of his thoughts, Miles finally speaks after having been silent this entire time.

"Uh, there's me and you, Andre, Miranda, and... That's all I know."

Sighing in frustration, you plop down on Ganke's bed next to where Miles sat.

Impishly elbowing your arm, Miles, asks, "Is there anyone you want it to be?" Not catching onto the joke, you actually answer. "Hmm. I hope whoever it is is like, really sweet and artistic. I like artsy types." Miles feels a glimmer of hope at that. "You're mad corny," he laughs.

The next day, you find more sunflowers and daisies in the holes of your locker, but there was something else there, too.

Stuck to one of the bigger sunflowers was a baby-blue sticky note, your name written in a bubbly font and decorated with neon patterns. Cute.

Miles opened his locker next to yours.

"More flowers?" he asked. You smiled and showed him the sticky note. "Look, they drew this, too! Isn't that cute?" Miles smirks a little, though you don't know why.

-------

It was a Friday, so you texted Miles that you were coming over to hang out. Before you even ring the doorbell, he opens the door to let you in, beaming.

"Hey [Y/N], pizza's here already. Don't just stand there, now!" After greeting his parents, you both head to Miles' room with the box of pizza. Of course, his Bluetooth speaker was blasting Swae Lee. You still had the sticky note in-hand as you sat on his bed, taking a slice of pizza.

"You good, Gonzalo? You been mad quiet lately." Snapping out of his gaze at the mention of his middle name, Miles replies, "I'm fine, I'm fine. No need to use my government name." Looking up, you notice a pop of color on Miles' desk. It was piled with sketchbooks containing elaborate designs that looked like they belonged on a mural.

"Those are nice," you tell him, pointing at the pile of drawings. "Thanks, made em myself, you know." Miles internally facepalms himself. They're on your desk, of course she knows they're yours!

You get up from the bed to get a closer look at Miles' designs. The circular lettering and neon color palette look... familiar. Then you take the sticky note out of your back pocket. A sheepish grin creeps onto your face as everything starts to make sense.

"Miles, you been giving me all those flowers?" Smiling playfully, he gives you a big shrug that said, 'I've been caught, so yeah.' You suck your teeth in feigned annoyance and hit Miles with a pillow. You both descend into uproarious laughter as you continue hitting him. "I really hate you, bro!"

"What, I'm the artsy type!" Miles jokingly exclaims, earning him another smack with the pillow. The two of you flop back down on his bed, exhausted from all the laughing.

"Did you buy all those flowers yourself?" you finally ask. Miles replies, "Yeah, man! 20 bucks each," and you snort a little.

"All that for a prank-?"

"It wasn't a prank." Miles' tone is somber, now. He isn't grinning anymore. You don't understand.

"What does that mean," you prod further. He turns his head to look you directly in the eye. "Well... I kinda like you. Just a little. So I got you flowers." You continue staring at him, at which he says, "...sorry?" You sit up, and so does Miles.

"You're so fucking stupid," you tell him as you pull him into a suffocating hug. "Wanna go out sometime?"

Miles chokes out a muffled, "Yes!"

[thehollowprince]

You mentioned that MCU!Peter is basically Peter as Miles. How so? (I haven't read any comics with Miles yet, but I'm guessing there's some correlation there?)

Sorry it took me so long to get to this. I work third shift and so I got this just before I went to bed, and I wanted to be able to do it justice.

Before we start, I would like to say I have nothing personal against Tom Holland. He's a great young actor and I can't wait to see what he does once he finally leaves the MCU behind him. I would also like to say that I'm not a Spiderfan. Spiderman is not my favorite character in the comics, and it sounds mean, but he doesn't even make top ten. That being said, I still like this character and I understand enough about him that I was upset by how the MCU has used the character since his introduction.

I feel like I may have made something like this before, but for the life of me, I cannot find it, because Tumblr likes to eat my posts and tell me they're not there, so this might feel a bit repetitive to some people.

With that out of the way, let's get started.

Oh, and note: slight SPOILERS for some of the comics.

Peter Parker is one of the most interesting characters in Marvel Comics. Aside from being one of their biggest heroes and sellers, compared to all the other "big name heroes" he's pretty unique, in that he's entirely self made. After getting bitten by that radioactive spider and developing his powers, after witnessing his uncle's murder, he decided to be a hero, but unlike the Avengers or the X-Men or the Fantastic Four, Peter Parker was just a teenager living with his aunt. He didn't have millions at his disposal. He wasn't a royal being, or a government agent. There was no grants or funding to allow him to become Spiderman. No, he was entirely self-made, as in he made his own suit, he made the web fluid that he swings from and ties up bad guys with, as well as the web shooters. He had no help and still managed to become one of the biggest and most well-known superheroes of the Marvel universe.

Now, enter Miles Morales in the Ultimate Marvel Comics (Earth 1610), who took up the mantle of Spiderman after Peter's death during the Ultimatum (I believe). It's been a minute since I've read the first few issues around Miles, but it does involve Miles trying to live up to Peter's legacy as the next Spiderman (should sound familiar to anyone who watched the FAR FROM HOME trailer).

Now, I don't know if Sony/Marvel did this deliberately because of how many times they've done a Spiderman movie in the last twenty years, but almost everything about MCU Peter is taken directly from Miles' story, from big stuff to the most trivial

Attending a private school

Living in an apartment (as opposed to the house in Queens that Peter always lives in with Aunt May)

Speaking Spanish

Getting his costume from another "hero" who was keeping close tabs on them from a distance (Nick Fury for Miles and Tony Stark for MCU Peter)

Trying to live up to the legacy of another hero (Miles with Peter Parker and MCU Peter with Tony)

Having a girl be into them but he's so focused on another that he doesn't notice (MJ in the MCU is basically Barbara Rodriguez from the Ultimate Comics)

Their best friends...

Okay, that last one was really what made me realize this and was what pissed me off the most. Below, I'm going to post two images as a visual aide in this.

On the left, we have Ned Leeds in the MCU, and on the right we hand Ganke Lee, best friend of one Miles Morales. The fact that they're almost identical I'm sure is totally coincidental, right? Just for emphasis, here's an image of Ned Leeds from the original comics.

Doesn't even look remotely similar to the Ned that we all know and love from the movies, does he?

What's really aggravating about all this is that Peter Parker had a best friend in Harry Osborn, which they could have cast a MOC for the role if they'd wanted a diverse film, but no, they went with this. Like I said, that's what really pushed this over the top and just confirmed MCU Peter as being Miles Morales, except white. I don't know if they went this direction because of the production Sony was doing on INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE or if it had something to do with Sony's demands that Peter Parker only ever be played as heterosexual and white (per the Sony leaks) but its really insulting to both characters. Peter Parker had one of the most unique origin stories of all comic superheroes, and it was completely ignored, I'm sure for fear of oversaturation because they'd told it twice already within fifteen years of each other before bringing Peter fo the MCU.

Whatever the bullshit reason, it's a real disservice to Peter's comic legacy, as a lot of people will watch the movies over going back through decades of comics, as well as insulting to Miles Morales and his fans, because even if they do eventually introduce Miles to the MCU (and that's a big if) they're going to have to come up with a whole new way to do it. They can't use Miles' actual origin story, because they already gave it to Peter, and people will bitch a fit if they repeat themselves.

At this point in time, I'm hoping that Sony just keeps Miles away from the MCU and keeps him solely in the Spider-Verse animated movies, because I don't want to watch Marvel Studios ruin him the way they ruined Peter.

[traincat]

Since you mentioned that ultimate is where mcu gets most of its idea, i'm guessing that's why they're insisting Peter was a highschooler for most of canon. It's easier for new people to consume too compared to 616.

I do think Ultimate Spider-Man is where the MCU got most of its basis for its version of Peter Parker -- it’s just not Peter’s Ultimate Spider-Man comics. This is nothing that I and other people haven’t said before but the foundation for MCU Spider-Man is Miles Morales, through and through. From the similarities between “Ned Leeds” and Ganke Lee (look, in Spider-Man 3: Homeward Bound when Peter sleeps with Ned’s wife, we can start talking about MCU Ned sharing anything in common with 616 Ned) to the school Peter and Ned attend to Aunt May being a hot mom now to Peter standing in the shadows of the heroes who came before him -- the inspiration is clearly Miles, and not Ultimate Peter. But I don’t actually think that’s the reason why Peter is not only young in the MCU but depicted especially youthful, both looking and acting far younger than any other live action Spider-Man, and it’s because a ton of casual fans think of Peter Parker as a high schooler first and foremost in today’s age. It was the safe choice and to be totally fair here: it worked for them.

And I know nobody asked, but if I had had been in control of inserting Peter Parker into the MCU, a film universe with an already established set of players in the superhero world, Ultimate isn’t the universe I would’ve drawn from -- I would have gone straight MC2. How do you establish Peter as the frontrunner in superheroics with all these other superheroes in prominence on the table? You don’t. I would’ve introduced the concept of Spider-Man as an urban legend from 20 years ago -- before Iron Man, before the Avengers, a rumor from the 1990s about a guy in a costume who could stick walls and who tackled primarily ordinary street crime in New York. Flash forward to modern times and introduce Mayday Parker, completely unaware of Peter’s past and totally enamored with the Avengers, who her father dismisses at modern showboats for reasons she doesn’t understand, discovering her new powers in secret. It works because Mayday, like MCU Peter, is a character who is living in the shadow of a legacy that she has to make her own, and it would’ve given Marvel, you know, more than one female-led film, especially relevant since Captain Marvel got pushed back for Homecoming. If the MCU wanted to do something honestly fresh and different? That would’ve been different.  

[renaroo]

Resonance (1/15)

Disclaimer: Spider-Man, Miles Morales, and associated characters are the creative property of Marvel Comics. Into the Spider-Verse and associated characters are creative property of Sony Pictures. Both of these things and neither of them are true, all I ask is to not be sued. Warnings: Teen Angst, Pregnancy, Mourning Pairings: PeterxMJ in many forms Rating: T Synopsis: Miles Morales is the brand new Spider-Man with all the responsibilities, burdens, and heartache therein. With the crowds being harder to please and his rogues gallery looking more formidible by each day, Miles doubts his competency as the one and only Spider-Man. At first, he looks to his predecessor’s support group for advice, and what he ends up getting is a lot more complications. 

A/N: I have been a Spider-Man fan since birth, all owed to my dad and uncle who were the family comic book nerds and collectors long before I came around. I grew up on the adventures of Peter Parker and, when I was old enough to buy my own comics, I was obsessed with following more members of the spider-family from Mayday Parker to Anya Corazon. But in the last decade or so, my interest in really writing or drawing for the Spiders was put on the backburner. 

Into the Spider-Verse reignited my love, though, and it’s become one of my favorite movies as well as responsible for making me a full Spider-fan again. I knew I wanted to pay tribute to that and just what a fantastic job the movie did, but I wasn’t sure what story I wanted to tell until recently. 

So I hope this is an enjoyable ride for you guys, I’ve been having a blast writing it. It’s going to be a long one! Let’s hope I can keep to a Friday Updates schedule~

Chapter One: The Real Deal

Every morning for the last month had started the same.

His alarm sounded, he groaned in rhythm to its blaring, turned over, fumbled with his phone, and turned it off. Then, just before he could gently float back into sleep, the alarm in the bunk beneath him would sound off and a hand would slap the baseboard to encourage him to get a move on.

Miles appreciated, but also hated, that his roommate had taken the news about him being Spider-Man so well.

“Okay,” Ganke Lee said, fully awake as he slid from his mattress to his computer chair, smoothly sliding across their dorm floor toward his desk. He listed off the assignments that both of them had due for the day, things that Miles should have completed the night before. Checking them in the morning kept his grades from slipping due to his nighttime adventures. And the moment Miles good sleepily assert that they were all done, Ganke would turn on the four monitors to his desk.

The glare of the light was always enough to force Miles into dawning acceptance that Ganke wasn’t letting up.

He stretched, nursed any wounds or bruises, then leap with extra-human flexibility and athleticism from the top bunk to the dressers on the other side of the room.

In the early days, Ganke would have excitedly taken it in. A month after, Ganke wasn’t even looking Miles’ direction.

“Okay,” Ganke said again, turning in his chair to present Miles with a map for his morning run as Spider-Man. “If you do this in thirty minutes, you’ll have time for a shower.”

Miles murmured incoherently, slipping into the legs of his suit before he even glanced at the map. Once he did, he dropped his shoulders and threw back his head. “Man! You’ve gotta be kidding me! Yancy Street? I always run into something on Yancy Street. And when I run into things on Yancy Street, I won’t be back in thirty minutes, are you kidding?”

“And then it’ll look great that the new Spider-Man is doing good before eight in the morning on everyone’s commutes,” Ganke pointed out knowingly. “Not to mention, hard to find out that the new Spider-Man is a student at Brooklyn Visions Academy if he’s spotted thirty minutes away before school starts.”

Pulling on the rest of his suit and reaching for his mask, Miles hesitated. He looked intently at Ganke for a moment. “You know, I’ve been Spider-Man for over a month now,” he said. “How long do you think they’ll still be calling me the new Spider-Man? When do I just become the Spider-Man?”

Ganke pulled a pained expression and tilted his head. “You sure you want that? To be the Spider-Man already?”

No, Miles didn’t want it. But it was a thought that was already nagging him.

Sighing, Miles looked from his mask to Ganke’s mask. “Yancy Street and back? You’re killing me with these morning workouts, man.”

With his mask pulled on, Miles ran for the window that Ganke eagerly sprung open.

“Wouldn’t be a workout if it wasn’t hard!” Ganke encouraged him all the way out of the building.

The moment the wind rushed against his face, the haze of sleep and morning dreariness left Miles’ body. Every muscle, every bone was in motion, flying into the air. He breathed in Brooklyn and then, with his web-shooters at the ready, shot toward the nearest building with confidence.

After a month, the motion Peter — but not that Peter — taught him was already second nature.

Aim with the hips, look where you want it to hit, double-tap to release, thwip it out again, swing, release, thwip—

He could have swung through the entire city, but he had grown warier of the overuse of his web-shooters after a few weekends of just that attitude. There was nothing more aggravating than being low on the web fluid than being low on it when he needed them. And Ganke was still experimenting with the formula they obtained, insisting his batches were still too unreliable compared to what Miles could pick up at the Parker household.

And, somewhat cowardly, Miles had gone out of his way to avoid being in the Parker household more than absolutely necessary in his month as Spider-Man.

Miles utilized his newly enhanced athleticism to land at the top of a building and hit the ground running. His feet carried him quicker than they ever have in his life before, and he hadn’t even broken out in sweat yet.

Whenever he did grow his backbone again and heads to Ms. Parker’s house, he was going to thank her for the extremely breathable fabric she has made his suit from. Then again, that might broach the topic of how she didn’t build the suit for him. She built it for the original Spider-Man.

Her nephew. The Spider-Man who died a hero before Miles had even an inkling of his own potential.

When the next building over was too tall for Miles to simply leap to its roof, Miles exercised his wall-crawling.

His fingers and toes locked adhesively to the surfaces of the buildings and he shimmied across.

Strangely enough, the crawling had been the most bizarre bodily sensation for Miles as he continued stretching his spider-legs, so to speak. Swinging and leaping were challenges that had grown into thrills. But crawling had made his body contort and move repeatedly in a way that felt so unfamiliar to jumping or walking.

Ganke has suggested he watch videos of real spiders crawling, but that sounded too weird even for Miles.

He wondered if any of the other Spider-People had felt this way about crawling. It was a question that would be worth asking if he ever got the chance.

More than anything else, though, wall-crawling ate more into his morning run’s allotted time than running or swinging did. As a result, it was the thing that needed his practice the most and happened to get it the least on most mornings.

The moment Miles was out of his comfort zone, out of the Brooklyn limits, he changed tactics and shifts to swinging again.

He was under half of his time and has already reached Yancy Street. If he had any luck, he could have turned around then and there, called the morning successful, and headed back to Brooklyn Visions Academy without anyone the wiser.

Spider luck true to form, there was a disturbance on Yancy Street. A hold up in a deli, but Miles was quick to take care of it.

Rather, the new Spider-Man is quick to take care of it.

He even figured, since he had wall crawled a good amount of his travel, he could spare the extra web fluid on thwips for each of the gunmen’s mouths. Just to avoid the general annoyance factor.

And while Miles would go to his grave confidently declaring that the best delis in the city were found in Brooklyn, he traitorously accepted the Yancy Street deli owner’s offer of a breakfast burrito to go.

Its aluminum foil shined at him with the early morning sunlight as Miles got back onto his rooftop trail and beckoned him to slow down, take a break, and breathe in the sweet aromas.

He was working out so much as Spider-Man, he had to have doubled his calories over the month, so the breakfast burrito wasn’t going to set him back so far as meals were concerned.

After a few savory moments with the burrito, his wristwatch went off, forcing Miles to realize that he was off his time and there was almost no way he was going to have time for a shower when he got back.

“Aw, man,” he groaned, gripping to his burrito in one hand while lining up with his next building. Aim with the hips.

To further show off just how much he had mastered the art of swinging, Miles made it the rest of the way to the academy one-handed, finishing each bite of his burrito along the way.

He also made it a point to land on the recycling bend and toss the foil, pose with a kid from Brooklyn Middle for a selfie, and backflip over traffic before swinging the rest of his way to school.

Miles scaled the walls, found the custodial closet window Ganke had strategically unlocked for him and dressed for his day in less than thirty seconds.

He smelled like sweat and breakfast burritos by the time he emerged into the hallway and raced toward his first class of the day. But Miles also figured that there were few first-year boys who didn’t have similar smells to them anyway.

Deep down, at least, he knew he had the excuse of being the new Spider-Man.

And that was nearly enough satisfaction on its own to let him pass through the day.

Ganke’s schedule was an A-block compared to Miles’ own B-block, with their only real intersecting class throughout the week being chemistry. It made their rendezvous much tighter two out of the five days, kept mostly to the hallways and cafeteria.

Yet, even with those constraints, Ganke’s presence had become instrumental to Miles’ day functioning.

“There’s a pop quiz in Schaffer’s pre-calc,” Ganke informed him, taking a look at the leftover web shooter fluid.

“What, really?” Miles asked in disbelief, he looked down at his books. He hadn’t even grabbed his pre-calc. “I’m doing fine in there. Shaky on the sine and cosine stuff, but you’ll never get me off my tangents.”

For a moment, it seemed like Ganke hadn’t heard him, forcing Miles to laugh at his own joke. Then Ganke looked up over his glasses with one brow raised. “Seriously?”

“I’m seriously good with pre-calc,” Miles assured him. “Though you sure you’re not going to get locked up in nerd prison for letting lowly ol’ me know about a pop quiz?”

“Why? Everyone whispers warnings about quizzes around here, have since the first day,” Ganke shrugged.

“Oh,” Miles expressed, glancing off. It was still difficult to be confronted with the fact that he had not made friends at the school despite his mother’s encouragement and his mild lies to his father about doing just that. He swallowed dryly. “Well, thanks for breaking the nerd code for me.”

“You’re going to have to replace these probably by tomorrow,” Ganke warned him.

“We’ve got chem lab tomorrow, we could make some together while Doc Kuranja isn’t looking,” Miles offered. “You said you had some ideas.”

“Are you kidding? We still don’t know if my use of the regular formula is stable or not yet!” Ganke squeaked back. “I don’t want them to blow on you or harden on you or—“

Miles pulled a face, noticing that Ganke’s word choice and hyperventilating was drawing some unwarranted attention. He held up his hands and motioned for Ganke to lower. “Dude, chill! It was just a suggestion. I’ve still got, y’know, my contact. My person.”

Finally, Ganke breathed easier. “Sorry. I just don’t want to kill Spider-Man.”

Flinching slightly, Miles glanced off. “Yeah, I get that.”

“Here,” Ganke said, handing back the web-shooters. “For your, uh, web person.”

“Right,” Miles said, quickly storing the shooters away in the backpack he had put on over his chest. He shuffled them toward the back of the mess he had shoved in, crunching and scraping other unknowns within the bag’s depths.

“I’ll catch you at lunch, good luck on your pre-calculus not-so-pop quiz,” Ganke said after an intense scan of his watch. He didn’t wave, didn’t wait for Miles’ reply. He just took off in the direction of the language arts wing and left Miles slightly off balance.

“Yeah, sure, man,” Miles called after him, though it appeared to be on deaf ears.

He waited a moment before walking toward the math wing himself, thinking over his recent lessons. Each angle, each parabola, though, always came back to web-swinging across the city, to his gravity and momentum. It was the only thing he could think about.

Lucky for him, unlike in English, it translated fairly well to the material.

When he finished up pre-calculus and headed for lunch, Miles actually felt very good about everything that had gone on in his day, missing a morning shower notwithstanding.

And, strangely, lunch was more pleasurable and something to look forward to when he knew for a fact that he would have someone else sitting with him.

What he was less prepared for, however, was the ever-present call of his other responsibilities.

The moment it was three-fifteen and the final bells for the day rang, Miles could feel the vibrations of his phone in his pocket.

While other students walked to the commons, out to the plaza, or just to their dorms to get started on another night full of work, Miles stood and answered his phone.

“Mami?” he answered the call, same as every other school day, and proceeded to start a thirty-minute conversation.

The only times they were shorter were when his mom was on call at work and had to be pulled away. If she were at home, like she was that day, she was willing to stretch the call for an hour. It was easier for her to do that by, every ten minutes or so, pawning the phone off to Miles’ dad who rattled on about work and the weather and occasionally a semi-positive story about the new Spider-Man.

It was more than a little tiresome.

Miles still had things to check off on his list of a regular day — schoolwork and artwork and some new training plan Ganke had tried to sell him the night before. It felt like every moment of phone time was cutting into that.

But the urgency of getting off the phone grew more immediate when he passed through the main corridor and saw the crowds of other students gathered, staring up at the big monitor screen.

Hesitating, Miles walked back and missed whatever story his mother was in the middle of telling as he watched the breaking news alert.

Massive robbery taking place in Brooklyn, costumed robber shooting electricity everywhere and cackling maniacally, there was a need for the new Spider-Man.

At the same time he could hear his father shuffling around and shouting something on the other end of the phone, Miles began racing out of the commons area. “Mami! Sorry, something just came up, I’ve gotta go! Playing, uh, chess after school! ¡Te amo! ¡Hasta luego!”

“Miles—“ his mother began to argue but Miles hung up on her, fully knowing he would get an earful from it later.

The moment he was out of the school and ducking into an alley, Miles was shuffling through his mess of a backpack. Toward the bottom, barely hidden beneath assignments and art books, was Miles’ already sweaty suit and his web-shooters.

“Man, I have got to get organized,” he noted to himself.

Once he had his suit, changing was a quick matter. He even had his mask on before his phone went off again, that time with the default setting picture of a dinosaur signaling Ganke. Miles was quick to answer.

“Dude,” Ganke’s voice came through clearly.

“I saw! I’m on the way!” Miles informed him, stuffing his uniform sloppily into his backpack and slinging it over his shoulders.

“Do you know who that is?” Ganke asked.

“Know who who is?” Miles asked, already using his free hand and his feet to climb up the side of the school for greater height.

“The bank robber, it’s the old Spider-Man’s villain,” Ganke explained hurriedly. “But I think it’s different? Electro.”

“Electro for electricity, clever,” Miles said, reaching the top of the building and rotating so that his back was to the wall. He looked forward, aimed with his hips, set his eyes on the target.

“Yeah, but it’s different,” Ganke insisted. “It might be a different person.”

“Ganke, call me back after and we’ll talk about it, I promise! Right now I’ve gotta get going so I need both hands,” Miles informed him.

“No you don’t, you had a burrito on your way back this morning,” Ganke argued. “This is important, Spider-Man.”

“It might be a different dude in the mask, that puts Electricity-o and me on the same foot. I’ve got this, Ganke, I’m not as big of a dummy as you thought I was when we got roomed together, remember?” Miles groaned. He shot the web shooter and kicked off from the school. “Catch me on the news!”

He swung through the city, mindlessly putting his phone back into his backpack midair, then used both arms to swing.

Beneath him, Miles could hear the awes and supportive shouts of the citizens below.

There was still mourning, still We Love You P.P. signs throughout the city, but in the past month, there was more hope, more relief as Miles swung through the streets. Because New York needed Spider-Man again.

And Miles felt rewarded and assured to be that guy. The guy.

It fueled him to go faster, to prove himself and all the faith the other Spider-People had shown in him the last month.

Because the specifics of the bank and Electro weren’t part of the routine, but the new Spider-Man was — Miles being there for his city was as routine and in his bones by that point as the suit itself.

He was so full of confidence as he came across the bank, he barely flinched when the front wall’s brick and glass were blown out by an explosive flash. Miles steadied himself, resting against the walls as he waited for a clear view of Electro to come out.

And Electro did, bright greens and yellows of the suit visible from streets away.

What Miles wasn’t expecting was for the rest of her figure. “Okay,” he said, tilting his head, “maybe Ganke did have more to let me know before I hung up. Because I never remember Electro looking like that on the news.”

Police cars filed in, sirens blaring, and immediately jumped out of their cars, guns at the ready.

With a smirk, Electro slung a duffle bag over her shoulder with one hand then slung the freehand outward toward all of the vehicles.

Electricity poured from her fingertips and sent most of the vehicles flying back.

“I’ve got this!” Miles rallied himself as he leaped from his perch.

With the push of his legs, Miles sent his body flying at an incline toward the police officers. Toward the arc of his descent, he used his web-shooters to rapid-fire aim at the chest of each of the officers in trouble. The moment he had made web contact with their chests, he aimed his left web shooter for the top of the bank building and grabbed onto both sets of lines.

His own body the fulcrum, Miles twisted into a swing and hoisted the leveraged officers up with him. It was enough force to lift all of them out of danger and to pull up with Miles’ swing.

There were a number of yells, but no one was around the police cars as they crashed or exploded against the electric propulsions of Electro.

For her part, Electro seemed to have subscribed to the cool guys don’t look at explosions school of thought and was beginning to walk confidently down the street before Miles interrupted her plans. She quickly turned on her heels and locked her sights on Miles.

“Well, I was wondering when I’d get a chance to swing at the new little bug on the streets,” she growled.

“Wow, never been called a bug before!” Miles scoffed, landing on the other side of the street and putting down the officers with him. Most of them seemed dazed if not outright ready to vomit from the experience. “Don’t worry, officers, I’ve got this!”

Confidently, Miles turned on his heels only to be sent flying back.

The pain was immense. Arguably the worst pain he’d felt since taking on Kingpin nearly a month ago. His every muscle and sinew jerked violently against him. Nothing was listening to his brain’s directions and, worst of all, his brain felt as though it had been lit on fire.

He was on his back on the sidewalk before his lungs could expand again. They crackled at the rush of air and Miles felt as though his heart was seizing in his chest.

His fingers and toes were curled as his arms began to somewhat listen to him again. He pushed through the pain, trying to uncurl every joint and move them. Finger by finger, toe by toe. There was a smell of burning rubber that was getting harder and harder to ignore as well as a terrible pain in his back.

“Spider-Man!”

“GET UP!”

“She’s coming!”

“Oh my god!”

His ears felt muffled but, somewhat obtusely, Miles could feel the warnings he was getting. None, though, was louder than the Spider-Sense blaring into every nerve, every vibration in his body. He coughed through another painful breath and beat his clenched fist on the ground.

“No matter what, always get back up!” he berated himself. “No matter how many times I get hit, I always get back up!”

Two green, insulated boots came to a stop right in front of Miles on the sidewalk just as his vision began to clear. When he visually traced them upward, he saw the slick greens and yellows of the suit and, most aggravating of all, the shiny toothed grin of Electro.

“Cute motto, bug,” she joked. Slowly, she drew up one hand, the fingers ungloved as she put two together and formed a gun to point at him. “Can’t get up when you’re dead.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Miles sassed back before holding up his right web shooter and shooting it straight onto her hand, insulating it with a massive glove of web. THWIP.

“What the—“ Electro sputtered, stepping back in surprise.

She was attempting to reground herself, but Miles was on his feet and shooting another dose of web fluid onto her knees, tying her legs together. THWIP.

“Why you—“ THWIP.

He shot another web over her mouth, causing her to roar, albeit muffled.

Grinning underneath his mask, Miles aimed his left web shooter for her exposed hand.

TH—

The sputtering noise caught Miles by surprise, and he looked down at his web shooter as he attempted a second time. It didn’t even make a noise, just compressed air wheezing through. “Uh-oh,” he muttered, looking to his right hand as it did the same.

He was out, and he had shown off with the web-shooters before covering Electro’s other available hand.

As Miles looked back, he could see Electro using her free hand to rip off the web from her mouth. A dangerous look grew on her face as she took the same freehand and pointed right for Miles’ chest.

“Hey, kid, ever been around a bug zapper?” she asked cockily just before lighting Miles up.

If the first blast of electricity had been painful, Miles was sent into another world by the second blast. He was thrown back, hitting into the bricks of the opposing building. His entire body seized up and sent him crumpling to the ground. He folded over his stomach and let out a pained groan.

His entire body was painful and throbbing as he lifted his head up just enough and watched Electro walking away with ease.

“Oh, well,” she called in a sing-song voice, “wonder if the real Spider-Man would’ve given me a workout.”

It took some time, and the assistance of two of the officers he had saved earlier, but Miles got back up.

As much as the shock from Electro had stung, the embarrassment and the words stung even more.

Not to mention the embarrassment of having to use his invisibility to walk back to the school without his web-shooters to rely on.

He had a bad feeling, after a month of being Spider-Man, things were not about to get easier for him.

[ao3feed-harleypeter]

by Mpuppy5885

Sleepover at Stark Tower with a bunch of teenagers always ends with someone hooking up.

Words: 789, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 19 of Pride Month Prompts 2020

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Young Avengers (Comics), Cloak & Dagger (TV 2018), Runaways (TV 2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Tony Stark, Kate Bishop, America Chavez, Noh-Varr (Marvel), Tommy Shepherd, Billy Kaplan, Teddy Altman, David Alleyne, Eli Bradley, Kid Loki (Young Avengers), Cassie Lang, Kamala Khan, Dante Pertuz, Doreen Green, Rayshaun Lucas, Teddy Poole, Gwen Poole, Quentin Quire, Amadeus Cho, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Anya Sofia Corazon, Cindy Moon, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, Ganke Lee, Cooper Barton, Lila Barton, Harley Keener, Harley Keener's Sister, Shuri (Marvel), Riri Williams, Lila Rhodes, Saoirse Tory, Viv (Marvel), Vin (Marve), Viv 2.0 (Marvel), Alex Wilder (Marvel), Nico Minoru, Gertrude Yorkes, Karolina Dean, Xavin (Marvel), Chase Stein, Molly Hayes | Molly Hernandez, Tyrone Johnson (Marvel), Tandy Bowen, Stark Robots (Marvel) Mentioned, Jarvis (Iron Man Movies) mentioned, Friday (Marvel) mentioned, JOCASTA (Marvel) Mentioned, Karen (Spider-Man: Homecoming) Mentioned, EDITH (Marvel) Mentioned

Relationships: Kate Bishop/America Chavez, Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan, Eli Bradley/Nate Richards, Kamala Khan/Dante Pertuz, Gwen Poole/Quentin Quire, Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Shuri, Lila Barton/Harley Keener's Sister, Viv/Riri Williams, Karolina Dean/Xavin, Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson, Noh-Varr/Tommy Shepherd, Ganke Lee/Miles Morales/Gwen Stacy

Additional Tags: Sleepovers, teenagers being teenagers, Stark Tower, Truth or Dare, Seven Minutes In Heaven Game, Timeline What Timeline, Author Is Sleep Deprived