The Only Spider-Man Who Had Never Lost Anything

Spider-Man Noir sighed, pulled out his revolver, and pointed it at Miles's forehead.

Miles stared at him in shock, speechless for a moment.

"Alright! I'll give you a chance. In ten seconds, I'll shoot. You can either use stealth to dodge or use electric shock to take me down."

"Wait, get it ready for me..." Miles said urgently.

"Ten."

Spider-Man Noir coldly began the countdown, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Nine."

Each number struck Miles' heart like a hammer blow.

Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead, his eyes filled with tension and fear as he looked to the other Spider-Man for help.

Gwen turned her head away, seemingly unable to bear looking at him.

Penny ran back into the mecha and pulled up her mask.

Spider-Ham picked his nose, looking indifferent.

Spider-Man India sighed and closed his eyes.

It's okay, he's Spider-Man, he won't kill anyone, Miles reassured himself.

"Let me remind you, I'm different from them. I've killed hundreds, if not thousands, of people."

Spider-Man Noir exudes a chilling murderous aura, as if telling Miles that he absolutely means what he says.

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

As the countdown began, Miles's fear intensified, and his body began to appear and disappear intermittently.

I can do it! Keep it up!

Miles kept encouraging himself.

But looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, he couldn't help but wonder: what would happen if he really died?

"Two."

"One."

Accompanied by the countdown.

Goodbye, kid.

Spider-Man Noir pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Click -

"Ah!"

Miles' pupils contracted, he closed his eyes, buried his head in his hands, and squatted down, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Spider-Man Noir put away his revolver, grabbed Miles by the collar, and taunted him:

"You're not Spider-Man, you're just a little kid. Now take off that lousy Spider-Man suit and go back to school, understand?"

He let go, and Miles plopped down on the ground, still with lingering fear in his eyes.

"... You are not him."

After a while, Miles stood up, his voice filled with grievance.

He rushed towards the door, nearly bumping into Aunt May who had just returned.

"What's wrong with this child?"

Aunt May looked puzzled as she watched Miles's departing figure, then turned to look at the people inside the house.

"Did I say something too harsh? Did I ruin a child's dream? I'm such a terrible person! Why didn't you stop me?"

Spider-Man Noir instantly EMO-stricken, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, his voice filled with self-reproach.

"What are you stopping me for? You've run out of bullets, fine."

Spider-Ham fought alongside him, and he might not even know if he had run out of bullets.

"You just swore at him, so I'm going to attack."

Gwen crossed her arms, her expression serious.

"Among the brats you mentioned, am I one? If so, I'll take action right now."

The Spider-Mech's mask opened, revealing Penny's displeased face.

Damian stood silently by, observing them. Spider-Man Noir was ruthless in his attacks on enemies.

It's strange that I would feel guilty for insulting someone.

Aunt May, having learned of what had just happened, helped Spider-Man Noir to his feet.

"You did a good job. You shouldn't have involved that child in the first place. My Peter had no other choice but to ask the child for help."

Sadness was evident in Aunt May's eyes.

Spider-Man was already seriously injured at the time, and Miles was the only person by his side. If he didn't ask Miles for help, the entire Brooklyn would be destroyed.

Spider-Man India sighed, "I'm partly to blame. I should have refused him from the start and sent him home. The title of Spider-Man is a curse."

The other Spider-Man also looked dejected, their faces filled with sadness.

Only Gwen, puzzled, frowned and asked, "What does 'curse' mean?"

The other Spider-Man looked at her with puzzled expressions, observing her skillful techniques and powerful Spider-Man suit, suggesting she had been Spider-Man for quite some time.

Haven't any of your uncles or aunts died unexpectedly?

"No."

"What about the parents?"

"All right."

"Is my friend alright?"

"It's nothing. What do you mean? Do you think everyone around Spider-Man will die?"

Gwen's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

"Yeah, my Uncle Ben is dead." (Spider-Man India)

"My Uncle Benjamin is dead." -Spider-Man Noir

"My dad is dead." Penny Parker.

"My friend is dead." -Spider-Ham

"My husband, Ben, is also dead." Aunt May.

"If there's any difference between us, it's that you have a devilish boyfriend who messed up your destiny."

The other Spider-Man looked at Gwen, at this Spider-Man who had lost nothing.

Gwen was taken aback by what everyone was saying.

A hint of relief and happiness flickered in her eyes.

Back in his dorm, Miles took off his uniform, glanced at it, and threw it into the trash can with a look of utter frustration.

Then he slammed himself heavily onto the bed.

He's actually right.

They can't even use their abilities; in the past, they've only made things worse.

Knock knock knock

A knock at the door startled Miles awake.

"Son, your Uncle Aaron is in the hospital."

"What?!"

Miles exclaimed in surprise and quickly followed his father to the hospital.

Looking at his uncle lying in the hospital bed, Miles felt increasingly heavy-hearted.

"Miles, you're here."

Aaron looked weakly at his nephew, managing a weak smile.

"Uncle Aaron, how did you become like this?"

Miles stepped forward, took Aaron's hand, and looked at him with concern and worry.

"The hospital said he was hit by a car and fell onto a utility pole, where he was electrocuted. Fortunately, it wasn't too serious."

"Once you're discharged from the hospital, I'll find you a stable job. Don't do petty theft."

Jefferson Davis frowned as he said that he had always looked down on his younger brother. He was a policeman, but his brother spent his days stealing and doing nothing productive.

"Brother, can I speak with Miles alone?" Aaron's voice was weak but pleading.

Jefferson Davis was slightly taken aback; it had been a long time since he'd heard that title.

"I see."

His eyes held a complex expression, a fleeting moment of emotion, but he quickly regained his composure.

She probably found him annoying, since he always did it. He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

"Miles, I have something to confess to you."

"Uncle Aaron?"

Aaron reached out with difficulty from under the pillow and pulled out a mask, handing it to Miles.

Miles unfolded it and took a look.

"The Prowler!"

He exclaimed in surprise, staring at Aaron in disbelief.

A gang leader, one of Kingpin's henchmen.

Spider-Man's attack on this world led to his death.