621 C621 Damsel In Distress

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Miles trudged back to his dorm, a cloud of worry hanging over him. Ben's abrupt departure to investigate the Spider-Society had left an unsettling void in their communication. Tobey and his attempts to reach him proved futile, and the absence of updates didn't sit well with Miles.

Frustration etched across his face, Miles kicked an empty can, its trajectory aimed at a nearby dumpster. The echoes of his discontent reverberated in the quiet alley. His spider senses, attuned to danger, suddenly tingled, causing him to freeze in his tracks.

His gaze shifted upward, eyes widening at the sight of two unfamiliar figures in spider-themed suits. 'What the hell…'

On the left, a hairy, animalistic Spider-Man, sporting a tattered suit, which was ripped to show his wolf-like ears, snout, fangs, and claws.

[Insert picture of Werewolf Spider-Man(Were-Spider) here]

To the right, a more eccentric character with misshapen feet, a tail, and a banana in his hand, which he ate through a hole in the lower part of his mask.

[Insert picture of Spider-Monkey here]

The tension in the air was palpable as Miles, recognizing the distinct lack of friendly intent, went on high alert. These were not emissaries of peace from the Spider-Society. 'Did Ben get caught already?! But how do they know to come here? I told him not to go… That idiot!' His spider senses screamed a warning, urging him to prepare for imminent danger.

Were-Spider cracked his knuckles, staring down at Miles, while Spider-Monkey continued devouring his banana with apparent nonchalance.

Miles, unable to handle the silence any longer, spoke with a cautious edge, "Who are you, and what do you want?"

Were-Spider chuckled, the arrogance evident in his demeanor. "You should know that already. Give yourself up and we can solve this peacefully…" He said, his mask morphing as a smile forms below it. "Or you can resist and I can have some fun, kicking your a*s? You choose."

Miles tightened his fists, ready to defend himself. "I haven't done anything to warrant this…"

Were-Spider laughed, pointing at Miles with a taunting gesture. "Do you think we came here without knowing what's going on? Your friend Ben is already captured. And we know about your little plans. Stop playing innocent, it's annoying..."

Feeling the same was as his partner, Spider-Monkey began screeching and banging its chest before leaping down toward Miles.

Dread knotted in Miles' stomach as he faced the unknown duo. He had to act swiftly, relying on his agility to evade Spider-Monkey's foot, which in turn struck the ground, creating a small crater.

But as he dodged one attack, another appeared out of nowhere. Were-Spider, taking the opportunity, followed his partner down and punched Miles right across the face, the younger Spider-Man too focused on his partner to dodge for a second time.

The punches landed with a brutal force, sending Miles tumbling away. But the duo didn't stop there. Accustomed to dealing with rebellious Spider-People, the two of them continued their assault, each blow driving Miles further into a losing battle.

Were-Spider's relentless assault left him struggling to defend himself, his agile moves now hindered by the overwhelming combination of attacks. "God… I'm so cool…" He muttered as he kicked Miles across the street, sending him flying into a dumpster.

The alley became a chaotic battleground, and with every hit, Miles felt his strength waning. "Ugh!" He grunted as he climbed back to his feet, but sadly, his beating wasn't over yet.

Spider-Monkey's screeches filled the air, adding a disorienting layer to the already frenzied fight. Miles, desperate to regain control, leaped and twisted in an attempt to evade the relentless ape, but he was too slow.

"Aaaggh!" Miles screamed as a large foot struck his midsection.

Were-Spider's animalistic laughter echoed, taunting him, while Spider-Monkey's unpredictable movements created a dance of chaos.

As Miles dodged one attack, another came swiftly. Were-Spider, seizing the opportunity, closed the distance and delivered a powerful punch to Miles's face. The impact sent him staggering backward, his vision blurred. The younger Spider-Man, momentarily disoriented, struggled to regain his footing.

"You can't escape this, kid. Just give up already," Were-Spider advised, confident in their imminent victory.

Miles, gritting his teeth, attempted to buy some time. "I won't let you take me down that easily," he retorted, summoning the last reserves of his strength.

However, the odds stacked against him proved insurmountable. Were-Spider and Spider-Monkey coordinated their attacks, leaving Miles battered and on the brink of defeat. With a final blow, Were-Spider sent him sprawling to the ground, his body aching from the relentless onslaught.

Soon enough, realization dawned on Miles, he needed to retreat. Summoning what little remained of his energy, he sprang to his feet and sprinted down the alley.

The distant echoes of monkey noises and web slinging followed him, but he pressed on, fueled by the urgency of escape. The chase continued through the labyrinthine streets, the rhythmic thud of his two pursuers constantly closing in behind him.

As Miles raced through the city, he fumbled for his phone, desperately opening the spider-verse group chat. The device slipped from his pocket, but he managed to grab it before it hit the ground. The screen illuminated his face, reflecting a mixture of determination and desperation.

Calling Peter through the app, Miles panted, "Come on, Peter, pick up…" His voice strained as he navigated the urban terrain, zigzagging through alleys and side streets. Each passing moment heightened the urgency of the situation.

Answering the call, Peter's voice appeared over the phone, "Miles what's going-"

Smiling in relief for a split second, Miles spoke urgently, "Peter?! Are you there?! Finally- Ugh…!"

A sudden jolt interrupted his call. Spider-Monkey, swift and relentless, caught up to him, delivering a powerful kick that sent Miles hurtling into a nearby wall. The impact cracked the brick facade, sending debris cascading around him. The phone slipped from his grasp, skittering away in the chaos.

"Miles? Are you there? What's going on?" Peter's voice could be heard, echoing from the fallen device.

Miles groaned in pain, struggling to rise as Spider-Monkey and his partner loomed over him. The masked figures seemed to revel in the moment of their victory.

Just when he thought it was all over, Miles heard Peter's voice from his fallen phone, "Hang on, Miles. I'll be there in a second…"

As Spider-Monkey prepared for the final strike, Miles, battered and bruised, couldn't help but laugh as he relaxed into the rubble underneath him.

"What's so funny?" Were-Spider asked, clearly confused by Miles's odd behavior. Even Spider-Monkey was looking at him in confusion.

Miles smiled back at them, confusing them even further. "Nothing, you'll find out soon…" He said cryptically.

"?!" And just as their confusion was at its peak, suddenly, a star shaped portal opened up exact where Miles's phone fell. Whipping their head around, the two Society members watched as yet another Spider-Man arrived.

(A/N: He's finally using America's powers.)

Stepping out of the star shaped portal, Peter casually surveyed the area, seeing the two animalistic Spider-People standing over Miles's downed form. "Woah, looks like you really got your a*s kicked, Miles…" He commented, the star portal closing behind him.

"This wouldn't have happened if you would just answer your damn phone!" Miles yelled back, pointing at Peter accusingly.

Ignoring Miles's complaint, Peter turns his head towards his friend's attackers, noticing the distinct watches on their wrists. "So, you two are from the Spider-Society, I presume? Why are you attacking-"

Before Peter could finish his question, Spider-Monkey rushed forward, propelling himself with web, ready to kick Peter in the face.

The unexpected attack caught Peter off guard, but he swiftly raised an eyebrow, muttering, "How rude." In a split seconds, Peter reached out and grabbed Spider-Monkey by the ankle, his reflexes honed from his recent fight with Galactus. "But I guess you can't teach a monkey manners, can you?"

Without any mercy, Peter swung Spider-Monkey mid-air and slammed him into the ground with enough force to create a large crater.

"Uugghh!" Spider-Monkey spat out a mouthful of blood upon impact, falling unconscious almost immediately.

Peter casually put his hands back into his pockets as he turned his attention to the stunned Were-Spider, who watched the scene unfold in shock.

After all, even the strongest members of the Spider-Society, like Miguel O'Hara, couldn't beat Spider-Monkey that easily, and Were-Spider had witnessed their intense fights before. This turn of events defied the expectations Were-Spider had built from those past encounters.

As Were-Spider remained frozen in fear, stuck in his own thoughts, he failed to notice Peter's sudden appearance in front of him.

In a burst of indescribable speed, Peter closed the distance. Eyes widening, Were-Spider realized his opponent's arrival far too late. Desperation flashed across Were-Spider's face as he tried to run, managing only to move a single inch before Peter's hand impacted his face with a resounding slap.

Were-Spider, like a ragdoll, was struck in the face and rocketed to the ground, creating yet another crater. "Aaaaghh!"

Unconsciousness claimed him, following closely behind his partner. Miles, battered and bruised, watched in awe as Peter effortlessly defeated the attackers he had struggled against just moments ago. It was a stark reminder of the vast difference in experience and power between him and Peter.

Peter, standing amidst the defeated duo, sighed. "They were rather weak, weren't they?" he muttered, shaking his head in a mix of exasperation and disappointment. Soon enough, he turned to Miles, who still lay amidst the rubble, and extended a hand to help him up. "You okay, Miles?"

Miles, grateful for the rescue, took Peter's hand and pulled himself to his feet. "Yeah, thanks, Peter-"

Peter chuckled, interrupting him before he could say anything else. "I can't believe you let these weaklings beat you like this…" He commented, his words infuriating the younger hero. "Maybe some training is in order…"

Miles, annoyed and upset, exclaimed, "They're not weak! You're just a freak!"

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