no expectations;

dependent miles morales aka spider-man for earth818 hq. loved by sam what's up danger? what's up danger? gettin' old, they doubted us. makes it that more marvelous. sign 'em up 'cause i'm on this vibes and i get synonymous. what's up, danger? don't be a stranger. 'cause i like high chances that i might lose, i like tall buildings so i can leap off of 'em. i got hard wit no matter how dark it is. i'm insane but i'm on my toes, i could keep the world balanced on my nose. i had a slumber party with all my foes, now i wear them like a badge of honor on all my clothes. if i'm crazy, i'm on my own. if i'm waitin', it's on my throne. if i sound lazy, just ignore my tone, 'cause i'm always gonna answer when you call my phone, like what's up, danger? what's up, danger? don't be a stranger. what's up, danger?

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — stephen! ❫

The weather was starting to get colder, and after getting frozen in the Iceberg Lounge, Stephen was definitely not a fan of the cold. A particularly chilly day found him in Central Park, practicing a particularly complicated warming spell that was supposed to self sustain and change with the external temperature. Seated on a bench, the Cloak of Levitation holding up two large tomes in the air beside him, he frowned in concentration, mumbling to himself and sketching mandalas. 

“Weather spells, always so fickle,” he muttered to himself, and the Cloak nodded as though in agreement, before tilting and ‘staring’. Stephen glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?” he asked, “Can I help you?”

@earthstarters​

miles had seen some strange stuff in his life. well, more like the more the last few years that he’d been running around as spider-man -- but still. compared to those -- and yes, this was including the talking spider-pig --, this took the cake. he’d never actually seen someone do magic before, so hence why he’d wound up staring at the man in the park as he did some sort of spell. “um-- no-- i just-- i’ve never seen magic before,” he stammered, brows knitting together. “sorry for staring, mister. didn’t mean to be rude or anything.” he paused. “have you always been able to do that stuff? or did you learn it?”

[ofvenomblasts]

"so, you mentioned you’d make me a new suit,” miles said just moments after he’d swung in through the an open window and into the lab he’d found tony in. “that was a legit offer, right? ‘cause... i’m into it. and i know, i know -- i gotta promise i won’t spray paint it. i swear i won’t. the only reason i spray painted this one was so that people wouldn’t think i was imitating the old spider-man. that’d be weird, ya know?” he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “do i gotta unmask  in order for this to happen?”

@oftheironman​

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — wally! ❫

“Oh? This is a judgment free zone.” Wally says gesturing to the area generally around the two of them. He looks at the costume, smiling since he can appreciate a good suit. It really makes a difference in his opinion to wear something you LOVE. You end up spending so much time in the spandex so you might as well be comfortable. “It’s an honor meeting you, SPIDER-MAN. I’m Wally West. I like your suit. It’s much cooler than normal clothes for sure.” He takes the hand extended out to him, and shakes it slowly. He flashes a smile since being friendly was one of his assets. 

“oh, thanks. i spray-painted it myself. nice to have some creative liberties over your costume rather than just wearing what the old guy wore,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, a small smile playing across his features beneath the mask. pulling his hand out of his pocket, he returns the shake and nods his head. “yeah, ditto. are you, like, from this earth? or from one of the other ones too? my earth’s called 1610. this is still a lot to get used to,” he laughs softly, thinking about how even if he’d wanted to dress up somehow, he wouldn’t have been able to. no money for that-- not anymore, not since his parents weren’t around. “sorry if that’s weird to ask off the bat.”

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — eddie! ❫

    eddie woke up in a jump, mainly as a reaction coming from venom, ready to fight anyone that would come to him. it was already weird enough that they got past his esp with that suspicious drink, the alien seemed uneasy with that whole situation. although in a normal situation he might’ve seemed intimidating with his looks, in that pickle costume all of that would just seem funny at most. eddie kept the pose for a second, but the drug still was running through his veins, making him dizzy; he fell to a knee with his eyes closed shortly after.

    from the short bit he got to see of the room and the people around him, everyone in there seemed as confused as he was with all of that.  “what the f-…”  he said, his hands going to his head for a second.  “where are we?”  brock asked, taking off the head of his costume like a hood.  «   let me take control, eddie.   »  the symbiote spoke to his mind, he could feel the anger coming from the alien inside of him, but before he could say anything the message started to play and as it ended in that sick laughter, a smile came to the man’s mouth. a challenge? that was great.  “hey, anyone took notes on his words?”  he sighed.  “guess i’ll have to kill this weirdo later…”  eddie said under his breath.

miles groaned as he woke up, his gloved hand moving to his head. he had a splitting headache, but he wasn’t sure whether it’d been due whatever he’d been drugged with or because of the way his spider-sense had woken up him. moving to sit up, he sighed softly, running his fingers through his hair in a motion he’d normally do with his mask on, only then it’s running his hand over his head. realizing his fingers had actually going through his hair, he gasps. his mask is gone and he locks eyes with someone only to disappear seconds later in a moment of panic. he feels around for his pockets to try to search for it and comes up empty. “uh... yeah, yeah, he said ‘turn me on my side and i am everything. cut me in half and i am nothing. what am i?’. does that... make any sense to you?” he asks, while remaining invisible.

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — bucky! ❫

      “i don’t know about any of you, but i spent a large deal of my long life with someone else’s hand on my brain and i really genuinely cannot handle riddles,” bucky started while letting out a sigh as he tried to ignore the sounds of the so-called ‘riddler’ from filling his mind. moving towards the center of the room, he sat himself and closed his eyes - attempting to keep himself clear from whatever it was the answer could be and to try to resist the drugs that had been in his system. feeling someone sit next to him, he opened an eye and looked him over before offering a small smile. “don’t like riddles either?”

seated on the floor, miles stared off into space, barely registering the others around him talking as he tried, and failed, to not panic. his heart was pounding in his chest, his thoughts an endless loop of ‘i don’t wanna die!’. and to make things worse, he had no idea where his mask was, because when he woke up it was gone.  that only put him more on edge, knowing now that these people knew his face. “huh?” he mumbles, more to himself than anything when he realizes someone was speaking to him. “i--i don’t know, i’m not... i’m not a genius like the other spider-man from my universe was, i’m just a kid from brooklyn.” he sighed, holding his head in his hands. “i don’t.. i don’t wanna die without saying bye to my parents. they probably don’t even know i’m gone.” he sniffled, pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his head in between his knees. “how’re you not completely freaking out right now? god i wish that were me.”

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — wally! ❫

There was something suspicious about the whole event, but Wally can’t exactly pinpoint WHAT it was aside from being hosted by PENGUIN of all people. He pushes his fingers through his red hair, ordering a beer to at least blend in the best as one could. His money is slid across the counter, turning around with the cup in hand to feel a pair of eyes on him.

“HEY — I know I’m not wearing a costume. It’s lame, but I swear I just got HERE a few hours ago. I didn’t really have the time to make one. AM I FORGIVEN?”

“eh-- i feel like i’d be kind of a hypocrite if i was to judge you for not wearing a costume? ‘cause, i’m kinda in the same boat. i just... showed up in my suit rather than in normal clothes.” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, glancing down at the spider symbol on his chest peeking out from behind his jacket. he was quite used to layering clothes over his suit, and today was no exception to that. wasn’t like he had pockets in the suit or anything -- that was one of the things that sucked when he was crime-fighting and had no choice but to ditch his layers. “i’m spider-man.” he introduces himself, holding his hand out to shake.

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — felicia! ❫

“You are Spidey but not Petey?” Felicia asked with a frown and the sack on her back. “That’s weird. Who are you?” she asked him with a confused tilt of her head.

“what?!” miles exclaims, shaking his head. “no, no, i’m not peter. but i am spider-man. it’s... complicated, but the title of spider-man isn’t solely for peter. there’s so many different spider-people across the very many dimensions and universes. i’m from earth-1610, and i’m the spider-man of that earth.”

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — tony! ❫

      one thing tony absolutely loved was a party, he could throw himself into it and forget who he was after. he loved  socializing and since this one was located within the mysterious new city of gotham, then he wasn’t going to argue it. it was a great time to gather intel, meet the new people, and free flowing booze. inhaling sharply, he pulled at the lapels of his suit and strode into the bar with one arm intertwined with the sorcerer, stephen strange. “i am going to check out the bar and donate a little more money, i’ll catch up with you?” he stated, smiling at stephen before slipping off to investigate. he didn’t get far towards an out-of-bounds area when he felt someone watching him, “oh this isn’t the bathroom? damn, care to, uh, point me in the right direction?”

( @earthstarters​ )

miles was usually great at halloween costumes, especially when he dressed up with his friends, but with this party he didn’t have much of a choice aside from going as himself. well, spider-man. and at this party, he couldn’t help but feel out of place and awkward, so he’d slipped into an area he knew he wasn’t supposed to be in just to get a moment to himself, at least, until he realized someone else had come back here as well. “you don’t have to lie,” miles replied as he looked over at tony, his arms folded across his chest. “you can tell me the truth. no one’s watching now.” he said, gesturing to the security camera covered in a thick layer of webbing. “i mean, they might notice eventually, but the webbing doesn’t go away for like 2 hours.” he shrugged his shoulders before giving tony a once over. “cool costume. so, what’re you actually doing back here? are you snooping too? have you found anything?”

[ofvenomblasts]

SPIDER-MAN ( miles morales ) attends the iceberg lounge party dressed as himself.

[andthwip-deactivated20220219]

Who’s Morales?

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — peter! ❫

Peter had heard the rumors circulating for awhile about there being another Spider-Man swinging around, but he hadn’t really paid them any mind until he saw footage on the news concerning the Phalanx, and spotted an individual at the scene wearing a (he had to admit, pretty freaking cool looking) Spider-Man costume. Now that he had visual confirmation that those rumors had basis in fact, he felt a need to find this other Spider-Man, and took to swinging through New York, trying to find him. The search went on for hours, with no luck at all, until all of a sudden, Peter felt this strange sensation buzzing in his head. It was comparable to his Spider-Sense, but it was different, less of a warning, and more like a signal, guiding him. He followed the feeling in his head for a few moments, and sure enough, he spotted the other Spider-Man sprinting across a nearby rooftop. Streaking through the air to catch up, Peter fell into a web swinging stride beside the other Spider-Man. “You know, I’m not exactly sure what all you’ve heard, but Spider-Man is a copyrighted property.” He said as he swung along. “Not that I don’t appreciate the support, but I swear, if I find out you’re making money off of this, you will be hearing from my lawyer!” 

miles had been actively avoiding the spider-man of this universe. he figured it would make it less complicated until he was able to get back home. he really didn’t want to have to explain the whole ‘i’m from another universe, oh and by the way, you’re dead in that universe’ thing, much less the other stuff with other spider-people from other universes. still, that didn’t stop him from doing his typical spider-man things -- crime was still as prevalent as ever, and he felt that would never change. thwipping from building to building, miles’ brows knit together behind the mask as his senses blare and he quickly begins looking around below him for the source. being the only spider-man in his universe meant he didn’t immediately think to look around him, and his eyes widen as he realizes his senses were going off because of none other than peter parker. he quickly moves to land atop a roof, his arms folding across his chest as he waits for the other to follow suit. “do you follow the news at all? i don’t know what you’ve heard, grandpa, but is the multiverse really something you’re unfamiliar with?” he replied, chuckling. “i’m spider-man, whether you like it or not. but i’m the spider-man from my universe, not yours. jeez, does spider-man in this universe always go straight to threatening to sic lawyers on people without knowing the facts? can’t relate.”

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — scott! ❫

The mutant places his hands on his hips looking at everyone around him. He was used to being given a certain amount of respect being a leader, but this wasn’t HIS team. Scott knows better than to try treating the others like it. His focus was on the situation at hand, an hasn’t taken break sine arriving. He wants to end this peacefully — no one has to die here. 

The alien included in that intention.  [ @earthstarters ]

“Listen, I’ve just been informed that this creature is part of an alien species called the PHALANX. It exists as a hive-mind. This is more information than we had five minutes ago. ALSO KEEP IN MIND that it’s scared.”

“uh... am i supposed to know what the phalanx is?” miles questions as he looks over at the other, brows knitting together in confusion behind the mask. “do we know what it wants? i mean... it’s scared, i get that, but but like... so are we.” he replied, his arms wrapping around himself as his gaze shifted from the older man and to the creature. “can it communicate? or does it not want to? i guess we’re probably no closer to figuring that one out.” he sighs, his shoulders drooping. “what do we do?”

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — eddie! ❫

    venom kept their mind focused on delaying the expansion of that mass with its body, regenerating as the black goo desintegrated - that would not do, it didn’t seem like that was helping at out. so, as the klyntar remained focusing on that, eddie’s brain tried to think of something else, maybe throwing things at it would be better? or maybe…  v    eddie. i can’t eat it…    v  and there went his next plan.  e    fine. so let’s go with the “throwing things at it” plan.    e  he shared the thought with the symbiote, a bit annoyed. meanwhile, it seemed like that person who had been assigned a task nearby would not stop talking.  “we can see that…”  venom spoke in that deep twisted voice. eddie would obviously not risk having his identity exposed to all those heroes there since what he did on his free time, although good in general, could be seen as something bad since allowing his alien symbiote to eat the heads, livers, hearts and lungs of criminals was quite the nasty sight.  “it’s just very stressful since some weird heroes have shown up out of the blue and apparently like to steal my prey…”  he replied while picking up a huge boulder to throw at that thing.

miles stares up at the symbiote and is instantly glad his mask hides his facial features. while he’d never run into venom as spider-man, he knew of his universe’s version of them. recalled watching news reports of peter parker, though then he was simply known as spider-man, fighting him. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little uneasy, but he pushes the thought out of his head, trying not to assume the worst of someone just because of how they were in one reality. maybe things were different here. “uh... yeah. sorry,” he replied, sheepishly as he watched venom throw a boulder at the mass. “i don’t think throwing rocks is gonna do anything,” he comments. “but knock yourself out, i guess.” he shrugs. “your-- your prey? i’d ask what you mean by ‘prey’, but i feel i might not wanna know the answer. me, personally, i guess i don’t really mind not having all of the pressure on me.” he pauses, his head tilting to the side slightly. “i’m spider-man.”

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — gwen! ❫

“Of course I know you,” she mused, “kinda hard to forget you, you know- especially after that first meeting,” when he’d gotten his hand stuck in her hair. She was never going to let him live that down. “It’s the pastel pink clothing, isn’t it?” she asked. “Since last time you saw me I was… you know.” She didn’t want to reveal herself with so many people around, but the joking demeanor quickly faded. “Yeah… both me and my dad are dead here, which is- really weird. Peter’s alive though- but uh…” she trailed off, “I’ve been avoiding him- you know why-” and considering they both lost their version of Peter Parker… he’d understand why it was so hard for her. God, this Peter looked exactly like the one she’d lost. “Well- guess we can- not exist and be dead together, huh?”

She laughed at that, leaning back in her chair. “My dad did not like Ghost-Spider for the longest time,” a pause, “wait- you told your dad you don’t have parents?” that made her laugh again, and it took her a few seconds to sober up. “My dad- he knows now- but he’s a cop- so I think part of him always knew.” she said, quietly. “About me- about the spider gig. I had to tell him about the first time I ended up in another universe too- apparently I was missing for a couple days and he lost his mind looking for me.” she sighed, “We had an argument- about the mask- but when I told him that the mask is my badge and I was doing this for Peter- I think he backed off, at least… for now.” It felt good not lying to him though. Her grin returned, “Yeah, it’s nice to sort of have the gang back together-” a snort of laughter as she thought about Ham, and the other two Peters and Peni. “I missed you too.”

“you’re never gonna let that go, are you? i’m gonna be branded forever as the guy who caused your totally awesome undercut! i’m not mad about it though. even though it sucked to get my hand stuck in your hair, that haircut really suited you, y’know?” he replied, laughing softly. “maybe it is. but it looks good on you -- suits you.” he gives her a nod, letting her know he gets what she means when she trails off. their secret identities were very important, and he would never do anything to jeopardize either one of them. “there’s another peter here? i guess i shouldn’t be surprised. yeah, i’ll... probably avoid him too. i’m sure he’s nice, but it’s hard. i get it, how you feel -- you saw your peter die, and i saw mine die. but yeah, we can do this stuff together. like a team.” miles said, giving gwen a grin. “i got your back.”

“yeah, yeah i... i did. he still doesn’t know it’s me. i don’t know that he hates spider-man, but he’s definitely got his own issues with me. wait, your dad’s a cop? no way! that’s crazy -- so’s mine. and my mom, she’s a nurse. i’ve always wanted to tell them, but i don’t want my dad to be mad at me. and i don’t want my mom to worry. but, i’m glad that your dad is at least somewhat okay with it? or gets why you’re doing it, at the very least. he might not approve of the methods, but you’re helping people. saving people. it’s what we do -- and it’s what makes us heroes. i think people need something to believe in sometimes. even if we’re acting ‘above the law’ or whatever, we’re making the world a better place. at least a little bit. and i feel like that’s good for new york.” he smiled. “i’m glad to see you again, gwen. get to hang out again.”

[simoneashley]

[ofvenomblasts]

❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — gwen! ❫

There wasn’t anything new about the goop monster, so Gwen finally found time to pull away from her computer and stroll up to Miles, leaning over the back of his chair. “Hey, stranger,” she mused, a smile tugging at her lips, “never thought I’d see you again,” she bagan, “or uh- end up in another another dimension,” she slid away, pulling her chair over so she was sitting next to her friend now, “Also, if it helps, I did some calculations on the whole other universe thing- since, you know- I didn’t want to start glitching like last time,” a pause, “but this one was cosmic- not caused by a machine- so, if you’re worried about glitching because you don’t belong here, you can stop. We’re all going to be fine.”

She took a long pause, looking away from him. “I… I know how Peter- the older Peter- felt now. I’m dead here. It’s weird. I guess I either don’t exist, or I’m dead.” she shook her head. This was something that was best not to dwell on. “So, what’s been goin on since we all went home?” she asked “And do you wanna maybe put our heads together to try and figure out what this thing is?”

miles had spotted gwen earlier, but he assumed that it must be the gwen of this universe. no, it couldn’t possibly be the gwen he’d met a year ago. nobody knew him here, and that was sort of just something he had to get used to. even if he didn’t really want to. when gwen walks up to him, he’s thinking ‘be cool, miles. act natural.’, but that all goes straight out the window as soon as he hears what she said. “gwen?!” he exclaims, eyes wide. “you-- you know who i am?!” he added, before a grin formed across his face. “yeah, the feeling’s mutual. not that it’s bad to see you, though! i thought you were just like a version of yourself but from this universe.” he explained, before a sigh of relief escapes his lips. “i was actually really worried about that, so i’m glad to hear it.” he nods. “oh shit, really? damn. i didn’t-- i probably would’ve connected that you were-- you -- sooner if i’d known that. but i’m sorry. i probably don’t exist here either, if it makes you feel better.” he shrugged his shoulders, giving her a reassuring smile. “well-- uh-- y’know, just running around as spider-man. my dad doesn’t like him much, and one time i was running from him and he yelled ‘do your parents know you’re a vigilante, young man?’, and i was like... shit! gotta say something to throw him off. and like, i panicked and told him i had no parents.” he laughed softly. “but you know i’m down to try to help any way i can. kinda nice to sort-of have the gang back together. too bad none of the others are here. you know, i never thought i’d say this, but i kind of miss ham. he was funny. well, that’s a lie, i missed you all.”

[ofvenomblasts]

only a small handful of people knew miles’ identity back home. however, here, he was the only person from home. it made him feel a little small, thinking nobody here knew who he was. and, of course, there was still that longing for his parents and for his friends. it sucked, but what could he do? it wasn’t like there was a clear solution to the problem like there was last time. no collider to destroy, no version wilson fisk or octavia octavius to go and fight. well, maybe there would be, if he were to seek them out -- but that wasn’t exactly on his to do list. “so like, was it hard for you?” he asks the other, out of the blue in the middle of the task they were working on. “adjusting to all of this. being in a new place -- or having all these new people and new places suddenly show up.” he adds, looking over at them. “it was for me, at least. when it happened back home it wasn’t as... big as it is now. something happened and it pulled a bunch of spider-people from their universes. but it was bad, ‘cause they started to die when they stayed in my reality too long. as weird and confusing as it was at first, it kinda sucked to watch them go back home.” he rambled. “sorry. i talk too much sometimes.”