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Miles's parents sat on the living room couch, still trying to process the revelation that magic was real and that they needed a protection spell. Miles took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the upcoming conversation.
Miles's father looked at Peter, a puzzled expression on his face. "I appreciate the help, but why are you trying to protect us? I mean, I may be a cop, but my job isn't that dangerous to warrant this level of protection."
Peter nodded, understanding their confusion. "It's just a precaution to keep you safe."
Miles's mother chimed in, her concern evident. "But why us? We're not involved in any dangerous activities. We're just regular people."
Miles, who had been quiet, suddenly turned solemn. His parents noticed the shift in his demeanor and exchanged worried glances before Miles spoke up. "There's something else you need to know."
His parents leaned in, their eyes filled with concern. "What is it, Miles? You can tell us anything." His mother said, her voice comforting.
Miles hesitated for a moment before explaining the concept of fated events. "There are certain events in the future that are meant to happen…" He said, explaining how his father is pretty much destined to die, and how they planned to stop it.
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Confusion lingered on the parents' faces as they exchanged glances. "But isn't it fate? How can you change that? Isn't it impossible?" His father asked.
Peter sighed, realizing that Miles should have explained better. "Nothing is set in stone. Even fate can be changed, especially when we know about it in advance. The spell I cast is a safeguard that'll keep you alive and well. You'll live a long and healthy life, I assure you."
Relief washed over the two parents, gratitude replacing their previous worry. They thanked Peter profusely, expressing their immense gratitude for keeping their son safe and now ensuring their lives would be protected as well.
They felt especially grateful since he also placed a spell on Miles' mother, Rio, who wasn't fated to die in a year's time like her husband. He simply did it to keep her safe from any unforeseen harm.
After all, Miles would be crushed if he lost either of his parents and fate can be a real b*tch sometimes. For all Peter knew, the timeline could change and instead of his father dying, his mother could be selected, which is why he was sure to protect them both.
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As the evening unfolded, the aroma of dinner wafted through the air, and Miles's mother, Rio, insisted that Peter and Gwen stay for a meal, which Gwen's immediately accepted, using this opportunity to delay dealing with her own familial problems.
When the night had arrived and the sun fully set, signaling the approaching end to their visit, Peter and Gwen began to prepare for their departure. Gwen, however, carried a sense of hesitancy, anxious about seeing her father again.
Despite her internal conflict, Gwen knew she had to face her own challenges. Just how Miles face his parents, she would do the same.
After saying their goodbyes to the Morales family, Gwen activated her watch, conjuring a shimmering portal to her home universe. With one last wave, they stepped through the portal, disappearing from view.
Miles, sensing the moment, apologized to his parents. "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I wish I could stay longer, but there's someone I need to be there for." He said as he rushed into the portal, following after Peter and Gwen.
His parents nodded understandingly, a mix of pride and worry in their eyes. "Just be back in time for school tomorrow, Miles," his father called after him.
As the three of them disappeared, the colorful vortex snapped shut, leaving Miles's parents standing alone in their living room.
"They're definitely dating, right?" Miles' mother asked, referring to her son and Gwen.
"Oh, yeah…" Her husband nodded in agreement. "But if they aren't already, then it's only a matter of time."
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Exiting Gwen's portal, the group of three found themselves standing in her bedroom, the familiar setting offering a temporary sanctuary, especially since her father wasn't here.
Gwen's relief was palpable as Miles unexpectedly stepped out of the portal behind them, his presence adding an unexpected comfort that instantly brought a smile to Gwen's face.
"Hey, you came after all," Gwen said to Miles, her eyes conveying gratitude.
Miles grinned. "Yeah, figured I could be there for you, like you were there for me."
Rolling his eyes, Peter couldn't help but gag. "Please save your sick lovey-dovey moments for when I'm not around. It's disgusting…"
"Shut up…" Gwen mumbled, jabbing Peter in the ribs with her elbow as Miles looked away in embarrassment.
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After pacing around her room for a few minutes, Gwen worked up the courage to face her father. She stepped out of her bedroom, calling out his name as she navigated through the apartment, hoping for a chance to mend their strained relationship.
"Dad! Are you home?" Gwen called out, her voice echoing through the empty rooms.
Silence greeted her first few attempts, but on the third call, a slurred, familiar voice replied, "Gwen… Is that you?"
Following the drunken voice, they discovered Gwen's father sprawled on the living room couch. The scene was disheartening, an intoxicated figure surrounded by the remnants of a stagnant routine, beer bottles, and leftover takeout containers.
"Eww… It smells like body odor, alcohol, and garbage in here…" Peter commented, holding his nose to block the smell.
It had been nearly three months since Gwen's disappearance, and her father had held on to the hope that she would return. However, the passing time had transformed his optimism into a defeated acceptance, reflected in the state they found him in.
Gwen's heart sank at the sight, a mix of guilt and sadness washing over her. Miles exchanged a concerned glance with Peter, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
Gwen's father stared up at her, bleary-eyed and confused. "Where have you been?" he slurred, a mix of disbelief and hope in his voice.
"I've just been out, finding some new friends to murder," Gwen replied with a sarcastic tone, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
Her father let out a fake laugh, still clearly inebriated, as he struggled to stand up, walking out of the room unsteadily. "Oh. Oh, that's funny, yeah. Okay, yeah. Okay," he mumbled, his words blending together.
Gwen called out after him, "Where are you going?" She said, pacing after him.
"To make some coffee. I can't tell if you're actually here or if I'm just very drunk right now," her father replied, disappearing into the kitchen.
Gwen exchanged glances with Miles and Peter, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on her face as they all filed after him.
In the kitchen, her father paused for a moment, glancing back at Miles and Peter before asking, "Who are your friends?"
Gwen, not wanting to delve into explanations, shrugged and replied, "That's Peter and Miles. There just here to make sure you don't shoot me this time..."
As he heard this, Gwen's father seemed to flinch, clearly affected by his daughter's harsh words. A look of regret flashed across his face as he turned away, preparing his coffee. "I'm not going to shoot you Gwen. I don't even have my gun on me…"
"No, but you definitely wanted to arrest me, right? Well, why don't you do it now?" Undeterred, Gwen walked over to her father and held out her hands. "Go ahead Captain, I'm here to turn myself in. I killed a lizard monster that turned out to be my best friend. Come on, pull your cuffs out and get it over with," she said, her eyes challenging him to act.
Staring at her for a moment, her father eventually let out a sigh, shaking his head. "I… I can't," he admitted, a sense of defeat in his voice.
"Why not?" Gwen questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I quit," her father confessed, his gaze filled with regret.
Gwen, surprised, asked, "Since when? You love being a cop…"
"About a month ago. I realized that my job, being Captain, this whole thing doesn't matter anymore. You're the best thing I've ever done, and when you didn't come home I thought I lost you forever," he admitted, a stray tear rolling down his cheek.
He looked at Gwen, almost as if he feared she'd vanish if he turned away. "Please don't leave again. I don't know if you're actually here or not, we'll have to wait for the coffee to find out, but please, just stay and forgive me. I'm sorry for being such a horrible father."
Gwen, taken aback by her father's vulnerability, softened. She hadn't expected this confession. "Dad," she said, her voice full of emotion as she shot webs from her wrists and pulling him into a hug, "I'm not going anywhere..."
Her father wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up off the ground, a hopeful smile on his face. "You matter more than anything else, Gwen. I can't lose you again."
As they waited for the coffee to brew, the air in the room shifted. The weight of past mistakes and the hope for a new beginning hung in the air, creating a fragile moment of reconciliation.
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As the night unfolded, Gwen's father gradually sobered up, the haze of alcohol dissipating. Tearful talks ensued between the father and daughter, emotions laid bare as they worked through the pain of the past months.
Peter and Miles, though pledging their support, found themselves relegated to the background, a constant presence that offered reassurance but wasn't actively needed.
Gwen and her father, without intervention, navigated the tangled web of their strained relationship, unraveling knots of miscommunication and misunderstandings. The weight of their shared history lifted, leaving a sense of relief in the air.
As dawn approached, the father-daughter duo had reached a point of understanding, their conversations bringing closure and healing.
And now, It was time for Peter and Miles to bid farewell, their promise fulfilled. Gwen decided to stay with her father for the time being, determined to guide him back from the edge of despair. After all, he wasn't in a good state when they found him.
Before leaving, Peter explained to Miles his plan to visit Centurions' home world, and Miles eagerly requested to join. Peter, seeing no reason to deny the request, agreed. As they stepped through the portal, they found themselves on the rooftop of a dark, semi-futuristic city illuminated in vibrant hues, with purple dominating the skyline.
A sense of Deja vu washed over Peter, prompting him to wrack his brain for the source of this odd familiarity. 'This looks so familiar for some reason…'
Just as he was about to dismiss it, Miles accidentally bumped into him, a bewildered look on his face. "Is… Is that what I think it is?" He asked, pointing his shaky finger at a large graffiti image on a nearby building… an image of his own father in his police uniform, captioned with the startling words, 'Rest in Peace.'
Peter's gaze fixed on the graffiti, realization dawning. He finally understood why this place seemed so familiar, 'Its the universe where a version of Miles is the Prowler…'
The same universe where the spider that bit Miles came from…
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