Spiderverse: A Miles Morales AU

In the days that followed, Miles began noticing strange and unexplainable changes in his body. It started with small things. He found himself able to lift objects that should have been far too heavy for someone his size, yet he did it effortlessly, as if the weight meant nothing. At first, he thought it was just a fluke, maybe a rush of adrenaline, but it kept happening, over and over.

Then there was the hearing—he could pick up conversations happening far away, voices carrying on the wind, even though the people speaking were nowhere in sight. He would hear the faintest whispers of chatter across the schoolyard or down the hallway, and somehow, he could always make out exactly what was being said. It was unnerving at first, this strange new ability, but Miles quickly adapted to it. His senses were sharper than ever.

And then there were the spiders. At first, they appeared by chance—one crawling on his windowsill, another on his desk at school. But then he noticed something stranger. They didn't avoid him like insects normally would. In fact, they seemed to be drawn to him, gathering around as if they felt some kind of connection. Instead of being creeped out, Miles found himself weirdly at ease. He couldn't explain it, but the sight of the spiders made him feel… calm. It was strange, yes, but somehow comforting, like a natural connection he couldn't put into words. He knew it wasn't normal to feel this way, but he accepted it without question.

There were other things too—his sense of touch seemed to have heightened. He could feel the subtle vibrations of cars passing in the distance, and somehow, he could instinctively tell which direction they turned without ever seeing them. It was like his body was attuned to the world in a way that defied explanation. He felt every shift in the environment around him, even from far away.

By Friday, Miles felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. It was different from anything he had ever experienced before. That morning, he woke up feeling restless, as if every muscle in his body was vibrating with untapped potential. On a whim, he decided to run to school. Normally, that would have left him exhausted and sweaty, but this time was different. He ran the entire way without ever feeling winded, not even breaking a sweat. His legs moved faster than ever before, propelling him forward effortlessly. It felt like he could run for hours and never get tired.

As he reached the school, Miles couldn't stop grinning. His body was changing—he didn't fully understand what was happening to him, but he knew it was something big. There was a power growing inside him, something beyond normal, and even though it was strange and unfamiliar, he couldn't help but feel exhilarated.

Whatever this change was, Miles wasn't afraid of it. In fact, he was excited.

"Hey, Jason!" Miles called out, his voice echoing down the hallway as he jogged up to his friend. There was an unmistakable energy about him, a wide grin stretched across his face that he couldn't seem to shake.

Jason glanced up, startled, and gave Miles a curious look. "What's up?" he asked, though his tone was cautious. He took a moment to really look at his friend, noticing the unusual spring in his step and the way he seemed almost... restless.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked, his brow furrowing as he stared at Miles, who still had that wide, almost unnerving grin on his face.

"Yeah, I'm great!" Miles responded, his grin not fading in the slightest. There was an excitement in his voice, a barely contained buzz of energy radiating from him. He stood there, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Jason continued to eye him skeptically. "You look... I don't know, too excited. Where's all that energy coming from?" He tilted his head, still studying Miles, who hadn't stopped moving—shifting his weight from foot to foot, his eyes glancing around the hallway like he couldn't stay still for more than a second.

"I don't know," Miles said with a laugh, running his right hand through his hair. "I just feel... I don't know, amazing. Like, I've got all this energy, and I'm not even tired. It's like my body's just... different." His grin widened as he spoke, his words tumbling out in an almost frantic burst of enthusiasm.

Jason raised an eyebrow, still confused by his friend's unusually high spirits. "Okay, but you're acting kind of weird, man. Did you drink, like, five energy drinks or something?"

"Nah," Miles shook his head, his grin still plastered on his face. "It's not like that. I just... I can't explain it. I feel like I could run around the whole school and not even get tired, you know?"

Jason's eyes narrowed. "Alright, well, whatever's going on with you, just... maybe tone it down a little? You're starting to freak me out."

Miles laughed again, the sound light and carefree. "I'm serious, though! You wouldn't believe how I feel right now. It's like—" He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly catching himself, realizing he might be coming off a little too intense.

Jason shook his head, smirking. "Okay, man, whatever you say. Just... don't run laps around the school or anything." He patted Miles on the shoulder, still unsure what to make of his friend's strange behavior but deciding to let it slide for now.

It was time for basketball training, and Miles, still buzzing with energy, almost forgot about Harry and the tension that lingered between them. He headed to the gym, this time with Jason tagging along beside him. Despite the changes he'd been feeling, Miles was excited to get back on the court, his body thrumming with that strange, newfound power.

"Hi, Coach! How's it going?" Miles greeted with his usual enthusiasm as they stepped into the gym.

Coach raised an eyebrow, giving him a curious look. "I'm fine, Miles. How about you?"

"Great, thanks!" Miles replied, still brimming with excitement.

"Alright then, get changed and join the team for warm-ups," the coach instructed.

"Will do!" Miles said, quickly heading to the locker room to change.

Moments later, he joined the rest of the team on the court. But as soon as he started warming up, it was clear something was different. Miles wasn't just warming up—he was practically bursting with energy, moving faster, jumping higher, his every motion sharper and more precise than usual. Other players started glancing his way, whispering to one another as they watched him, but Miles didn't even notice. To him, it felt like a normal warm-up, but to everyone else, it was like he was operating on a whole different level.

"Yo, Miles!" one of his teammates called out, watching him with wide eyes. "Where'd all that energy come from?"

Miles paused for a second, grinning widely as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "I don't know, man. Just feeling good, I guess!" He laughed lightly and continued his routine, each movement flowing with an almost unnatural ease. Jason, watching from the side, shook his head in disbelief, still watching Miles bounce around the court with an almost unnatural energy. Miles was acting completely different today—more confident, more powerful, like he was in a league of his own.

Meanwhile, across the gym, Harry and his friends huddled together, casting dark glances at Miles. Harry's jaw clenched as he watched his rival dominate the warm-up. He was furious, not just at Miles' confidence, but at the way Gwen had humiliated him days earlier. The wound to his pride hadn't healed, and he was determined to get revenge.

"He have no idea what's coming for him today," Harry muttered to his teammates, his voice low but seething with anger. He had spent the past few days plotting, and now, he was ready to execute his plan. Harry had convinced most of the team to go along with him, planting the idea that Miles needed to be "put in his place." Some of them hesitated at first, but Harry's charisma—and the promise of payback—eventually won them over.

"I swear, I'm going to make him pay," Harry whispered. His teammates nodded, reluctantly or otherwise, knowing that they were about to cross a line. Harry's plan was clear: during practice, they would work together to make sure Miles got hurt—badly. Harry didn't care about the consequences anymore; his anger had blinded him to reason.

Miles, completely unaware of the scheme forming around him, kept training, chatting with Jason and his other teammates, still riding the high of his unexplained power surge.

"Alright, that's enough warm-up!" Coach called out. "Let's move on to some basic drills, and then we'll split into teams—pros against newbies!"

The players jogged to their positions, but in the back of the group, Harry gave a subtle nod to his friends. The stage was set, and soon, Miles would be walking right into their trap.