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Laura and the two Miles would meet back up at Laura’s apartment. Surprisingly, the first time Prowler would actually be there. He and Laura usually just met up at the Mutant-town hangout and went for walks around town, eating at what were honestly kinda cheap restaurants.
Laying on the couch, Spider-Man was playing with his web-shooters. Mostly just checking on how much he had left in the tank and if he still had some extra on him. Even wondering if making some web-fluid would be different here. The essential elements to make it were easy enough to get a hold of back home, and sure this Earth is very similar, but you never know how different another Earth is. Tangentially related, he wondered what it was that powered Prowler's gauntlets. It was a shimmering purple substance. That was very easy to see.
Prowler saw from across the room that his double was staring at him, his face full of thought. More specifically at the gauntlet he held. The Miles of this Earth kept some of his gear here at Laura's, asking her to keep it as safe as a back-up. When going to take a look at it, he saw that some tuning was needed. Pulling out his space tools, he got to work fixing what he could. Aaron usually did more of the mechanical side of things with the Prowler gear.
“What?” Prowler asked his doppelganger.
“Just curious of what that is that powers your gauntlets.” Spider-Man replied.
“A special chemical compound I cooked up. At its most basic, it allows the things to pack more of a punch. Should I need it, of course.”
The wall-crawler nodded at that, satisfied with the answer. Now it was Prowler’s turn for a question.
“What’s that you're working on?”
“My web-shooters and web-fluid. Figured I should see if there could be anything up with them.”
“Like what?”
“Like, ummm, if the shooters need calibration. Or if I need to whip up some new web-fluid soon. I really wish that stuff was infinite.”
Prowler himself nodded at that. It still surprised him how similar the two of them could be, with how different their worlds seemed at first…glance? He’s never been to Earth-1610, so glance just seemed like the wrong word to use.
Laura was out of the fire escape, talking with Nico. The witch and her boyfriend had an apartment not too far away from hers. She trusted the boys to not make a mess of her home. If they did make a mess, there would be hell to pay. A voice went off in Spider-Man's head. The symbiont speaking to the wall-crawler. It could hear the duo's conversation, and felt like trying to add to it.
“Your technology is so fascinating. As are your customs. I cannot wait to learn more of the multiverse once we are done here.” spoke the symbiote in the young superhero’s head.
Right. This guy. The wall-crawler wondered if it could just form a mouth of its own somehow, since the mental voice was a bit freaky to him. Probably would be freaky to anyone. It mentally replied it should try that at some point. Hopefully it could also stop listening in on his thoughts all the time, since that was also freaky. That time it did not say anything, likely getting the message. The two, or three, sat in silence for the time being.
That silence would be broken eventually. A large crashing sound went off. People's screams soon afterward. Running to the window and out onto the fire escape, they saw a large muscular man in a red and black armored outfit. A dome of a helmet over the man's head. The Juggernaut. From the sounds coming from him however, it was someone new, likely unused to the power.
Laura had already jumped down, putting hands up to show she meant no harm. She knew fighting was not always the way to go. Unfortunately, the large man was still in a state of panic, and lashed a hand out, knocking Laura through the building across the street from her apartment. The two Miles Morales jumped down at that, ready to jump into the fray. Spider-Man launched two web lines, each the hands of the Juggernaut. While held, Prowler jumped in for a punch, hitting the larger man in the abdomen. Flinching a small bit, the impromptu villain lashed out wildly, sending the wall-crawler flying into another building.
Prowler was moving fast, dodging the fists of the massive figure. The Miles of this Earth was keeping to a fast pace, knowing that if he got hit, there's a chance he'll be down. Whether for just a while or forever, he did not want to find out.
Groaning in pain, Spider-Man got back up, ready to keep throwing down. Taking the leap forward, the wall-crawler launched another web line, swinging around the bulky brute. His plan was to web up the Juggernaut and make him unable to move. So far? Seems to be working. Once the fly was caught in the web, so to speak, Spider-Man was ready to start making that exact pun, when the nigh-unstoppable force slammed his head into the ground, creating a shockwave. Debris and the two Miles Morales were sent flying. Juggernaut tore himself from the sticky substance, aiming to run off again.
Spider-Man sent another mass of webs, aiming to slow the larger man down. It was pretty much futile, the wall-crawler being dragged along for the ride of his life. Through buildings and across the whole city they went. Whipped through the air and the bricks, Spider-Man was practically taking a beating without someone needing to throw a punch.
The symbiont sensed that its bearer needed some help, so forming a mouth, it asked if help was wanted. Spider-Man could almost smell the sarcasm, feeling annoyed that it learned so quickly. It asked again, a bit more sarcasm added. Giving an affirmative, the young superhero felt the crawling sensation form over his body, the extra strength from it almost felt rejuvenating. Whipping himself forward, Spider-Man landed in front of the Juggernaut. Forming a massive fist, the symbiote strength added to the wall-crawler's, the uppercut sent a massive shockwave throughout, even knocking the helmet off the bulky brute. Knocked to the ground, that left just enough of an opening for Nico to cast a sleeping spell.
Everything calmed down after that. Nico would do more to get what she assumed was a shard of the Crimson Gem of Cyttorak unbound from the newer Juggernaut. Nothing happened however. Using another spell, she asked the Juggernaut where he got his power. He guessed it was likely inherited. That was not something all that unusual, Nico having that experience herself. Deciding to look into that, she teleported away, the wall-crawler helping the young man stay calm. Sirens were heard off in the distance. Time for them both to get out of here.