The seven spider-powered heroes swiftly made their way to Fisk Tower, choosing a bus ride as their mode of transportation.

"Why did we take a bus again?" Anya questioned, her curiosity piqued.

Y/N replied with a sly grin, "Freshen our legs. You'll thank us later."

Peni scanned the exterior of the building. "Kingpin has a private elevator entrance from his penthouse to the collider below."

Y/N observed the situation below and gestured toward the large gathering of people. Fisk seemed to be hosting some sort of party, and it appeared they were about to have an unexpected audience.

As the group reached the edge of the building, Y/N and Gwen peered inside a window, revealing a shocking sight that left them all in disbelief.

"You have got to be kidding me," they all exclaimed simultaneously.

Kingpin was hosting a party to celebrate Spider-Man, the very hero he had murdered.

Fisk began his speech, claiming closeness to the fallen hero. "Thank you, it's nice to be with you this evening to celebrate Spider-Man. He and I were very close. He was always a favorite of my son."

Anya couldn't hide her contempt, muttering under her breath, "What a fat, greasy, disgusting pig."

Ham, however, took offense, remarking, "I am right here," with an unamused expression.

Spider-Man Noir interrupted the tension, drawing everyone's attention to the peculiar attire of the waitstaff. They were all wearing masks of Spider-Man.

"It's in poor taste, but it can't be that easy," Noir mused, suggesting that there might be more to the situation than met the eye.

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Turns out, it was that easy.

The gang grabbed some extra bow ties, posing as waiters delivering bread to the partygoers, with Peni's robot acting as the bread cart.

Y/N scanned the area, looking for any sort of exit they would be able to use to take to the collider room, all while giving bread to people who needed it.

"I just wanna thank Mary Jane Parker for being here this evening." Kingpin said "Our prayers are with you Mrs. Parker."

"More bread?" Y/N asked the patrons, handing them another bread basket. He turned around to see Peter inching towards Mary Jane.

"Uh, Gwen?"

"Yeah, I got it." Gwen sighed, walking up towards Peter.

"Focus, Peter, that's not your MJ! Okay?" She said, trying to keep them all focused.

"I'm sorry, I'll be right back." Peter said, steering the bread cart away.

"Peter, no." Y/N said, trying to push the cart in the other way.

It was a hilarious sight, Peter and Y/N struggling to push the cart in their respective directions.

"Would you stop?" Y/N grunted.

"Y/N, get out of my way." Peter replied.

"Trust me, I've been there," Gwen said sympathetically. "You've got to move on, okay?"

"Just give me one second to-" Peter said before cutting himself off.

He found himself directly across from Mary Jane.

"Hello." She said kindly. "I was just wondering if we could have some more bread at table twelve?"

Yeah! I'm just, I'm really sorry," Peter stammered, his gaze downcast.

Mary Jane, somewhat puzzled, offered a friendly response, "Oh, don't be sorry. It's just bread."

Peter, however, couldn't let it rest. He knew he needed to address the larger issue. "No, I wasn't there for you when you needed me."

Mary Jane raised an eyebrow, unsure where this conversation was heading. "Mmm-hmm..."

Peter's guilt was palpable as he continued, "And I didn't even try."

Sensing that this conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn, Mary Jane attempted to excuse herself politely. "That's fine. I should really get going..."

Peter wasn't ready to let go of the moment. He knew he had to make amends, even if he wasn't talking to his MJ. "I know I could do better if I just had another chance to give you... the bread that you deserve."

"One of us has to stop him." Y/N groaned in embarrassment as Gwen nodded.

Mary Jane looked at him with genuine concern. "Are you okay?"

Watching the awkward exchange unfold, Gwen couldn't help but step in. "Ma'am, we'll take care of that bread right now."

Mary Jane, grateful for the intervention, nodded and said, "It's been nice, uh, talking to you."

Peter continued to mutter about bread, lost in his own thoughts. Gwen turned to him, trying to gauge his well-being. "You all right, man?"

Peter, shaken by the bizarre encounter, nodded weakly. "Yeah, totally."

Y/N couldn't help but inject some humor into the situation as she made their exit strategy clear. "Okay, good, 'cause we are not getting any bread."

The Spider-People swiftly exited the room, approaching the elevator that would lead them to the collider room. Their focus was on the task at hand until a sudden voice jolted them.

"Hey! Whatcha got there?" Tombstone's presence, accompanied by two men in black suits, took them by surprise.

Noir responded with his signature nonchalance, "Your typical stuff. Liver, hard cheese, barley duke sandwiches."

Peter instinctively raised his hands in a fighting stance, but Gwen quickly intervened, pushing his hands down and offering a nervous chuckle. "Oh, that's good. Because I'm kind of hungry."

Tombstone, with a menacing smirk, lifted a dinner cloche from their table, revealing Ham who had disguised himself as a dish to blend in with the patrons.

"Well, look at this!" Tombstone mocked. "They even got the mask on him!"

Gwen laughed awkwardly, trying to defuse the tension. "I know, right?"

Tombstone added with a malicious glint in his eye, "I don't eat pork."

Y/N stepped forward, pulling Gwen protectively behind him, his stingers subtly emerging as a warning. "We were just leaving."

Ham couldn't help but shout defiantly, "You don't deserve pork!"

Tombstone heard the comment but chose to ignore it, instead gesturing towards another room and smirking. "Right through there. Have fun."

The Spider-People wordlessly moved past Tombstone, ignoring the intimidating presence that watched them depart.

As they made their way toward the collider room, the party in the adjacent room began to shake, and the guests inside panicked, unaware of what was happening.

Fisk, ever the manipulator, sought to divert their attention. "It's too bad my family isn't here to see this,"

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As Fisk left the chaotic party and entered the collider room, the Spider-Gang followed closely behind. They scaled the ceilings gracefully, their spider-like agility allowing them to move stealthily above the oblivious guests.

Two imposing bodyguards flanked Fisk's entrance, their eyes scanning the area for potential threats. However, they were no match for the agile Spider-People. With swift, precise movements, Gwen and Y/N shot webs that captured the guards and hoisted them up to the ceiling, where they were securely tied.

Y/N approached the immobilized guards, their voices laced with a soothing tone. "Sleep," he softly commanded, using his powers to induce a tranquil slumber.

With the guards dealt with, the Spider-Gang turned their attention to Wilson Fisk's office, searching for a way into the collider room. Peni utilized her robot, which scanned the area for any hidden entrances or security systems.

While the investigation continued, Y/N's eyes were drawn to a painting hanging on the wall. It depicted Fisk, standing with a woman and child. The sight surprised him. He never imagined Fisk had a family in the first place.

Noir, on the other hand, had his own discovery to share. He found a painting behind Fisk's desk, and in his distinct style, he mistook it for purple. "What a beautiful painting," he commented. "I love the use of purple."

Anya disagreed, "It's blue."

Ham chimed in, "Once again, colors are not his strong suit."

Noir, not hesitating, ripped the painting away, revealing a secret door that led downstairs. It seemed that Fisk had cleverly concealed where the collider was.

Noir, not wasting any time, urged the gang to follow him through the newly discovered passage. "Shake a leg, let's go,"

Y/N gracefully followed the other Spider-People, using his stingers to control his descent. As he landed, he joined his comrades, swinging forward until they reached a familiar, imposing machine – the supercollider. It roared with immense power, sending waves of energy rippling through its mechanisms.

"This is definitely taking out half of New York," Y/N remarked, his eyes wide with apprehension, contemplating the destructive potential of the colossal device.

Suddenly, an unusual glitch rippled through the spider-powered heroes, as if they were reacting to the machine itself. Tension filled the air as they confronted the impending decision that had to be made.

Anya voiced her willingness to take on the dangerous task of shutting down the collider, but Peter had already made up his mind. He shot a web above him, signaling the others to follow.

"I'll put the goober in and take over the beam," Peter instructed solemnly.

"After you're gone, I'll blow it up!" he added, resolute in his decision.

"Good luck, guys," Peter concluded, and his determination left Y/N feeling uneasy. He couldn't help but wonder if there might be another way to stop the collider without sacrificing Peter, who had become like a second father figure to him.

As Peter began to access the control panel, the collective spider senses tingled, and Gwen's fear-laden words filled the air.

"They know we're here," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Anya's exclamation in Spanish, "Mierda," added to the growing sense of dread.

Suddenly, mechanical tentacles descended from above, wrapping around Peter and slamming him into the wall, making Y/N shout out in alarm.

"Peter, it's Ock!" he cried.

Fisk's thugs moved in, preventing the other Spider-People from aiding Peter. Y/N sprang into action, engaging Scorpion once more.

"Peni, cover me!" Y/N called, enlisting the help of Peni's robot as they battled against Scorpion's relentless attacks.

"No puedo esperar para acabar contigo, pequeña araña," Gargan taunted, taking a jab at the young hero.

"Isn't that what you said the last time?" Y/N retorted. "How did that work out for you?"

Scorpion roared, charging at Y/N before being restrained by Peni. Y/N glanced upwards, seeing Peter struggling with the control panel while he fought off Doctor Octopus.

"It's nice to see you again, Y/N," Ock taunted.

"Can't say the same, Liv," Y/N replied with resolve. "Now just let me go home."

Liv didn't relent, sending a mechanical arm hurtling towards Y/N, who dodged it effortlessly. Y/N swung towards Ock, who was grappling Peter with one of her arms.

"Any last words?" she asked maliciously.

"Can I have a minute to think about it?" Peter quipped. "Do you have a pen?"

Y/N found himself ensnared by another of Ock's arms, pinning him to the wall as she continued to constrict Peter.

"Goodbye, Peter Parker," she declared definitively.

However, an unexpected twist of events unfolded. One of Ock's arms inexplicably punched her in the face, as if controlled by an invisible force.

"Who did that?" Ock demanded angrily as her arms began to betray her.

Y/N and Peter watched in bewilderment, clueless about what was happening. Was Ock experiencing a malfunction? Just as they were grappling with the mystery, a set of webs shot out and latched onto Ock. The person responsible for those webs was none other than Miles Morales.

"Miles!" Y/N exclaimed, witnessing Miles punch Ock in the face, a surprising turn of events that held the promise of altering their precarious situation.

Miles webbed Peter and Y/N up next to him.

"Wow, Miles!" Peter exclaimed. "You're doing it on command!"

"About time, right?" Miles asked, fully in control of his powers.

"Damn right." Y/N said, fist bumping his friend.

"I love you, I'm so proud of you!" Peter exclaimed. "I'm so proud of both of you! Do I want kids?"

However, their moment was interrupted, as Doc Ock had recovered, throwing bits of the panel at the three spiders.

"Oh yeah," Y/N said. "forgot about her."

The three swung away, looking down towards the collider beam, which was starting to go dark.

"That doesn't look promising." Peter remarked.

"No it does not." Miles followed.

The spiders continued to fight, all united as one thanks to the return of Miles.

Y/N and Gwen swung together, dodging the thugs attacks as they continued to swing around.

The beam began to grow bigger, and objects started to fly around, buildings began to emerge, cars began to fly out of the beam.

"Are you seeing this?" Miles asked as he joined Y/N and Gwen.

"It's like our dimensions are coming to us."

"If this wasn't life threatening, this would be so cool right now!" Anya remarked, joining the others.

"We need to get back up there," Y/N said, watching the collider continue to collapse and collide within itself.

Suddenly, the four teens felt their sense tingle, alerting them from behind.

Doc Ock threw a bus at the four, thankfully they dodged it right on time.

Gwen, utilizing her agility and quick thinking, seized a sizable chunk of debris and hurled it at Ock. In response, Ock used her mechanical arms to effortlessly throw another massive object back at Gwen. The impact made Gwen groan in pain as she was knocked off balance and teetered at the edge.

Y/N couldn't stand to see Gwen in danger, and he shouted, "Gwen!" He propelled himself towards her, using his retractable spikes to latch onto objects and launch himself toward her.

Just as Gwen was about to plummet into the beam of energy, Y/N managed to grab her hand in the nick of time.

Gwen couldn't resist teasing him even in the midst of the intense battle. "Well, look who came to save me," she quipped.

Y/N, with a wry smile under his mask, shot a web upwards, hoisting Gwen to safety. Peter swiftly caught their web.

"That was adorable team! Now hold on tight!"

The five heroes collectively punched Doctor Octopus in the face one by one, their blows landing in rapid succession.

Anya, Miles, Gwen, and Y/N exchanged triumphant glances as they dabbed each other up. Ready to finish off Ock.

Ock clutched herself onto a building, brushing herself off furiously. She dashed towards them.

"Buckle up, guys, this is going to take a while."

"Fine by me." Y/N said, deploying his stingers.

"Let's finish this," Anya followed.

However, before Ock could get towards them, she was slammed by a large semi truck, taking the spiders by surprise.

"Or, maybe not."

"Let's end this." Gwen said in determination.

Miles subtly reached out and snatched the override key, his swift and agile fingers accomplishing the theft unnoticed.

"Guys, I got it," Miles announced, holding the override key in his hand, his confidence shining through.

"I'll go. I'm the one with the goob..." Peter's words trailed off as he realized the key was no longer in his possession.

Miles held up the override key with a sly grin.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me," Peter muttered, his astonishment apparent.

"Don't watch the mouth. Watch the hands," Miles quipped in confidence.

With the override key in his grasp, Miles embarked on a breathtaking display of acrobatics and skill. Expertly swinging through the swirling vortex of the collider's chaos, he effortlessly navigated the treacherous path to the control panels.

The other Spider-People watched in awe as Miles executed intricate maneuvers, his movements a testament to his remarkable abilities.

"That was cool," Anya remarked, her admiration evident.

Y/N chimed in, "He got that from Peter."

Peter, quick to clarify, responded, "He didn't get that from me."

Y/N clarified with a grin, "The other Peter."

Miles called out to the others, putting the key into place.

"Guys, I got control of the beam, get up here!" He said.

Y/N followed the others, landing next to Miles as they congregated.

Amidst the swirling chaos of the collider chamber, the Spider-People knew that the time had come for them to part ways. Gwen, Y/N, Peni, Anya, Miles, Noir, Peter and Ham gathered near the portal, exchanging bittersweet glances.

Gwen couldn't help but acknowledge the gravity of the moment. "Guess this is it," she sighed, her voice heavy with a mixture of sadness and acceptance.

Y/N nodded somberly in agreement. "Yeah," he replied softly.

Peni, always one to find a silver lining, tried to bring a sense of optimism to the moment. "Well, nice to know we're not alone. Right?"

Anya echoed Peni's sentiment with a reassuring "Yeah."

Miles took the initiative. "I got the portal open. You first, Peni."

Peni expressed her gratitude as she prepared to depart. "Thank you, Miles. From both of us." With those words, she bravely leaped into the swirling portal, disappearing into her own universe.

"I, uh, love you all." Noir followed "I'm taking this cube thing with me. I don't understand it. But I will."

Y/N bid farewell to their enigmatic comrade with a heartfelt "Farewell, Noir."

With that, Noir followed Peni, vanishing into the multiverse.

Spider-Ham, had a parting gift for Miles. "I want you to have this. It'll fit in your pocket." He handed Miles a wooden hammer, a token of their shared adventures. "That's all folks."

As Ham made his exit through the portal, Peter couldn't resist a humorous comment. "Is he allowed to say that, legally?"

"I don't know, man." Y/N replied softly.

Knowing it was her time to leave, Anya took a moment to say her goodbyes.

"Goodbye, everyone," Anya said, her voice tinged with both gratitude and fondness. She shared a nod with Gwen, Y/N and Peter.

However, when she turned her attention to Miles, her demeanor shifted into a playful teasing. "And as for you, Miles," she began, her tone light and teasing, "I see you've upgraded your suit. Looking pretty sharp there."

Miles couldn't help but smile, appreciating the banter that had become a staple of their interactions. "Thanks," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "I made it myself."

Anya chuckled, enjoying their playful exchange. "You're alright, Miles Morales."

Miles shot back with a grin, his feelings for Anya becoming more apparent with every word. "You're not so bad yourself."

Their playful banter lingered for a moment as their eyes locked, both of them sharing a genuine, warm smile. There was something unspoken between them, a connection that had grown stronger during their time together.

Anya finally broke the gaze, her smile still present as she took a step back. "Well, I guess it's time to go," she said, her voice slightly more subdued. "Take care of yourself, Miles."

Miles nodded, feeling a sense of warmth and camaraderie that he knew he'd miss. "You too, Anya."

With one last exchange of smiles, Anya turned, made her way towards the portal, and disappeared into the multiverse.

Gwen stood on the precipice of the swirling portal, ready to return to her own universe, she turned to the others to bid her goodbyes. She first shared a heartfelt nod with Miles, acknowledging the bond they had formed during their time together.

Then, she approached Peter, who had been a mentor and a friend to her in a short period of time. "Peter," she began, her voice tinged with gratitude, "thank you for everything."

Peter offered a warm smile in return. "You take care of yourself, Gwen," he replied, genuine affection evident in his words.

But when Gwen turned her attention to Y/N, she felt a different kind of emotion. Y/N had been a constant presence by her side, and their connection had grown deeper as they stayed together.

"Gwen," Y/N said, a playful glint in their eye, "I have to say, I'll miss your snarky comments and your impeccable style."

Gwen rolled her eyes, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You're such a flirt," she teased, secretly enjoying the banter.

Y/N grinned and shrugged. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

They both shared a laugh, the tension of the moment easing just a bit. But underneath the banter, there was a shared understanding, an unspoken connection that neither of them could deny.

Gwen's smile softened, and she took Y/N's hand in hers. "I'll miss you," she whispered.

Y/N squeezed her hand gently, his expression filled with sincerity. "I'll miss you too."

Their playful banter had come to an end, replaced by a poignant moment of connection. Gwen leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "See you around, Spider-Man."

Y/N nodded, his gaze locked with hers. "See you around, Spider-Woman."

With that, Gwen turned and leaped into the swirling portal, disappearing into the multiverse. Y/N watched her go, a wistful expression on his face, and a hopeful feeling that someday, they would see each other again.

As Y/N continued to watch the portal after Gwen's departure, he was pulled back to reality by the playful teasing of Miles and Peter. They had caught on to the lingering gaze he had shared with Gwen and wasted no time ribbing him about it.

"Y/N, man, you're whipped!" Miles grinned, nudging him playfully.

Peter chimed in with a chuckle. "Yep, I've seen that look before. It's the 'I'm totally into her' look."

Y/N rolled his eyes, trying to hide a smile. "You two are insufferable. And Miles, let's not forget about your little moment with Anya just now."

Miles blushed slightly but couldn't deny it. "Okay, fair enough."

Peter, ever the mentor figure, put a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "You know, kid, you've come a long way. I didn't expect to take on two proteges, but you've impressed me. Take care out there."

Y/N nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Peter. And good luck with MJ."

Peter smiled warmly. "I will, Y/N. Take care of yourself."

Finally, Y/N turned to Miles, who had grown to be not just a fellow Spider-Person but a true friend. He clapped Miles on the shoulder. "Miles, you've got this. I'm proud of you, man. Keep taking those leaps of faith."

Miles grinned back. "Thanks, Y/N. We'll meet again, I'm sure of it."

With that, Y/N dapped both Miles and Peter, a gesture of camaraderie and farewell. "Until next time, guys."

He leaped into the portal, closing his eyes as the swirling energy enveloped him. When he emerged on the other side, he crashed into the side of a building, disoriented for a moment. But as he swung through the familiar cityscape, he realized he was back home.

No glitches, no multiverse chaos—just his own universe. As he arrived in his room, Y/N's mother walked in, her expression a mix of concern and relief.

"Y/N, where have you been?" she asked, her worry evident.

Y/N blinked, momentarily stunned, but quickly composed himself. "Oh, Mom, I was out with friends. Sorry I didn't let you know. Dinner will be ready soon, right?"

Jessica smiled, content with his answer. "Yes, honey. Dinner will be ready shortly."

Y/N couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging in his own world.

He was home.

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"Okay, I know this is getting old, but I'll say this one last time. Okay? Okay. This is it."

"My name is Y/N L/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for two years, I thought I was the one and only Spider-Man. Boy, was I wrong."

"I think you know the rest."

"Since I got back, I've been up to a few things."

"I started my college applications; I'm only a sophomore, but my Mom insisted."

"I've saved a bunch of people."

"Made a mural of my Dad."

Y/N stood beneath the Brooklyn Bridge, spray painting a heartfelt portrait of Jacob, his late father.

"And I've made some alterations to my suit."

Y/N sat at a sewing machine, experimenting with adding a hood to his Spider-Man suit.

"That's right, I sew," Y/N muttered to himself, his focus unwavering as he meticulously worked on his suit. "How else am I supposed to fix my suit? Not all of us have money to buy armored suits."

"And when I feel alone, like no one understands what I'm going through, I remember the people who get it. I always thought I was the only one who felt this way. But I was wrong. And I also learned something very important."

"Anyone can wear the mask. You can wear the mask. If you didn't know that before, I hope you do now. "

"Cuz I'm Spider-Man. And nobody can take that away from me."

Y/N settled on his bed, a sketch of Gwen Stacy, the certain blonde spider-woman, in his hand. He was lost in his thoughts, focusing on capturing her essence on paper while listening to Metro Boomin's music when all of a sudden, a swirling portal opened up above him.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! You got a minute?"

Y/N looked up in surprise, his heart racing as he recognized the voice. "Gwen?"

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Nuvea York

Earth 928

Miguel O'Hara paced anxiously within the futuristic confines of his lab in Earth 928, the weight of the multiverse bearing down on him. The events surrounding Kingpin's collider had pushed the boundaries of reality to the brink, and he found himself under immense stress.

"Miguel, I sense you're distressed," a soothing, AI voice chimed in, providing a momentary respite from his turmoil.

Miguel glanced toward the holographic projection of his AI assistant, Lyla. "Lyla, the multiverse was just on the brink of collapsing, and you're making jokes?"

Lyla's digital avatar smiled, "Miguel, the multiverse did not collapse. You should take a moment to calm down."

Miguel couldn't help but glance at the digital watch on his wrist, a sophisticated device of his own creation. "I'm the only one who has to keep everything together, Lyla."

Acknowledging his concern, he decided to enlist Lyla's help. Miguel had been studying every spider involved in the collider incident on 1610, and he felt he could use some of Lyla's help.

"Lyla, bring up everything known about Earth-61 and any information regarding Y/N L/N."

Something just didn't seem right.

End of Arc II