[??] All of Me ☆ 1610!Miles Morales x Reader

The Spiders stood in stunned silence, staring at the empty spot where Miles had once been. The weight of what had just happened pressed down on everyone, thick and suffocating.

Miguel, seething with rage, boiled over. With a roar, he grabbed the console and hurled it across the room. Some of the Spiders flinched at the outburst, but Gwen, Jess, and Peter barely reacted—they were used to it by now.

Peter, ever the mellow one, tried to inject some reason. "Okay, it's not the console's fault," he said with a half-hearted shrug.

Miguel ignored him, his fury palpable. "All he had to do was listen," he muttered bitterly. "Why didn't he listen?"

Gwen, bristling, stepped forward. "Maybe you weren't hard enough on him!" she shot back, challenging him.

Jess stiffened. "Gwen, don't do it," she warned, sensing the brewing confrontation.

But Gwen didn't back down.

Miguel's voice lowered to a dangerous whisper. "You let him go," he accused.

"Me?!" Gwen's voice cracked with disbelief.

"You didn't catch him, Gwen."

Miguel closed the distance between them, towering over her. The room filled with tension as the crowd of Spiders watched, caught between loyalty and doubt.

Peter tried to defuse the situation. "Okay, let's all just take a breath—"

Gwen snapped at him. "Peter, you want to back me up?!"

Before Peter could respond, Jess cut him off. "Stop talking," she said curtly.

Gwen tried again, hoping reason would prevail. "Let me just talk to him—"

Miguel shut her down coldly. "We tried that."

"He's my friend," she insisted.

His response was cutting. "Yeah. And that's the problem."

Gwen's resolve hardened. "Do you know for certain what happens if he breaks the canon?" she challenged.

Miguel's gaze darkened. "Do you want to find out?" he shot back.

Turning to Jess, Miguel spoke with finality. "I told you she was a liability."

He began backing Gwen toward the platform's edge, where one wrong step would send her plummeting into the ominous, swirling void below. But Gwen stood her ground. "You're wrong," she declared.

Desperate, she looked to Jess. "Jess, tell him he's wrong," she pleaded.

Jess's answer was like a punch to the gut. "He's not," she said without hesitation.

Gwen's stomach dropped. "Are you serious right now?" she asked incredulously.

Jess's voice was firm. "I told you—you let him get away. I can't help you."

Gwen's eyes narrowed with contempt. "I'm not coming," she declared, refusing to be the one to capture her friend.

Miguel's eyes gleamed with grim resolve. "You're right," he said, as if the decision had been made.

Before Gwen could react, the machine's mechanical arms sprang to life, wrapping around her.

"What the hell?!" she yelled, thrashing against the unyielding grip.

The arms dragged her toward the Go-Home Machine. She pounded against the holographic barrier that encased her, desperate to break free.

"Go home, Gwen," Miguel ordered, his voice devoid of sympathy.