Miles's Wish

Miles finally understood the origin of Aaron's injuries and why the Prowler, as his enemy, had put a mask on him to conceal his identity.

"Uncle Aaron, why?"

Miles clutched his mask tightly, his face filled with disappointment and confusion.

"Miles, I lied to you. I longed for your adoration, and I feel so guilty."

Aaron's voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes were full of regret.

"After I lost my job, I used my knowledge to build equipment for theft. I intended to do one job and then stop, but Kingpin discovered my true identity. Since then, I have been stuck in a quagmire and can no longer get out."

"You can't imagine the joy I felt when I saw you become Spider-Man. You truly are the most outstanding in the family."

At this point, Aaron's eyes gleamed with pride, as if he saw in Miles the hope for the family's revival.

Miles listened silently, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He didn't know what to do in front of this familiar yet unfamiliar uncle.

After a moment, he recounted his previous experience.

"I couldn't use my abilities at all; they didn't recognize me at all, and just saw me as a show-off."

Miles lowered his head, his voice filled with disappointment and frustration.

Upon hearing this, Aaron understood the Spider-Man's good intentions, after all, the path of a hero is never easy.

"So what do you think, Miles?"

"I don't know. Since they look down on me, why should I shamelessly go and help them? Besides, I would only be a burden if I went, and then I would have to rely on them for help. Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?"

Miles frowned, his expression filled with confusion and helplessness.

"Miles, you saw me fighting that white Spider-Man, right?"

"I saw her. Her name is Ghost-Spider. She kicked you into this place."

Miles replied curtly, his words tinged with resentment.

"Ahem... I wasn't talking about that. What did you think of the power I displayed during the battle earlier?"

Aaron's words caught in his throat, triggering a violent cough.

He thought to himself, "It was all to save you, otherwise I wouldn't have been so badly injured."

Miles looked at his uncle's pale face, and his heart finally softened.

"I saw it. At first, it was evenly matched with the Ghost-Spider; it was very powerful."

"Actually, when I first used those equipment, I bumped into walls countless times and got injured countless times."

Until one day, standing on a high building overlooking the street, my heart suddenly became as calm as still water.

Since then, my skills have improved day by day, and fear has left me. Miles, I want to tell you, always believe in your abilities, and they will answer your heart's desire."

"Respond to my wish?"

Miles stared at his hands and slowly closed his eyes.

What exactly is my wish?

Fulfill Spider-Man's last wish?

No, I'm not that great.

To help Spider-Man and his crew defeat evil? To become a hero? It doesn't seem like that.

Oh, right, my wish...

"I long to live the life of an ordinary child, without the pressure of saving the world or facing numerous unknown dangers."

A light shone in Miles' eyes; he had found the deepest, truest desire in his heart.

If this is your wish, then follow the voice of your heart.

Aaron's gaze was full of understanding.

"But Kingpin's plot would ruin the life I want, so I have to stop it."

It wasn't to help Spider-Man, nor to fulfill Spider-Man's last wish, but to protect my peaceful life.

Blue lightning crackled in Miles' palm, lingering for a long time.

Aaron tossed him a key.

"The wardrobe in the room has what you need."

Goodbye, Uncle Aaron.

Miles took the key, opened the door, and left.

Not far away, the father was sitting in a chair.

"Miles, is it over? I'll take you home then, we still have to go tomorrow..."

Before his father could finish speaking, Miles was already in front of him, embracing him tightly.

"I love you, Dad."

"Ah???"

The father was taken aback by the sudden hug, his face full of surprise and confusion.

"Me too, Miles."

But soon, he reached out and gently embraced Miles.

"Goodbye, Dad. I have plans with a friend, so I have to go."

After saying that, Miles turned and ran away.

Jefferson stared blankly at Miles's departing figure and waved his hand.

A moment later, he came to his senses and rushed into the ward.

"No... Aaron, what did you say to my son?"

"Nothing..."

Meanwhile, Miles sped to his uncle's house. He opened the wardrobe, found a hidden keyhole, inserted the key, and gently turned it.

The wardrobe slowly moved aside, revealing the space behind it.

Inside was a set of Prowler combat gear, along with some technological equipment that emitted a cold, eerie light, as if quietly awaiting its master's return.

At night, the Spider-Man- Men arrived in front of a dark building.

"This is where the Particle Collider is located, Kingpin is inside."

"There's a private elevator there; we can use it to get in directly."

"I always have a bad feeling about this."

"Me too, but since we're here, there's no reason to back down."

Without the slightest hesitation, the Spider-Man- Men sprang into action.

Like nimble ghosts, they stealthily infiltrated the building using the ventilation ducts, while Damian hid inside the Spider-Mech.

Soon, they arrived underground.

At this moment, the Particle Collider was releasing a continuous stream of energy. At the center of this energy was the head of the Green Goblin, emanating an eerie and terrifying aura, as if it were a gaze from hell.

"Spider-Man, you've finally arrived."

Kingpin's deep, imposing voice came from above.

"Kingpin, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Hmph, I want my wife and son, but before that, I need to get rid of you annoying insects first."

Kingpin looked at Doctor Octopus, his eyes filled with madness and obsession, like a burning flame that wanted to devour everything.

"How many universes have been connected?"

"176, and the number is still increasing."

"Release them all!"

"Yes."

Doctor Octopus was chained to a chair, with only her two arms able to move. She slowly pressed the start button.

In an instant, dazzling energy particles filled the entire room, their light flickering and shimmering, like a dream, yet also like a dangerous trap.

Blue voids appeared out of thin air.

A sharp, piercing the Batman Who Laughs suddenly rang out.

"Hahaha, look what I found! A bunch of Spider-Man!"

"And us?"

"Peter Parker! I'm going to kill you."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Green figures surged forth like a tide, demonic masks, voices filled with resentment, their dense array sending chills down one's spine, as if they were a horde of evil spirits from the abyss.

Oh my god!

"This is a nightmare!"

"They look like green bats."

"Damian, summon the Decapitator Demon and protect yourself."

"Hehehe, lots of heads to chop off now."

"Kingpin, you're insane! They'll destroy everything, including yourself!"

"Spider-Man India shouted angrily."