“You lost your Uncle Ben,” Miles said softly. “So did I. But I didn’t become this.” He gestured at the monster. “I became more . You can too.”
“Yeah,” Miles replied. “But that’s your style. Not mine.”
He introduced himself as Ben. Not Parker. Not Reilly. Just Ben. In his universe, he’d been a black-ops Spider-Man, a government-sanctioned “cleaner” who took out multiversal anomalies with ruthless efficiency. No quips. No second chances. Just the mission. spider man un nuevo universo
The Splice paused, confused. His stolen spider-senses didn’t register a threat.
Ben flinched. “My Ganke died in the first incursion. My Uncle Aaron was the Splice’s first meal.” He finally looked at Miles, really looked. “That’s why I don’t talk, kid. Caring is a liability.” “You lost your Uncle Ben,” Miles said softly
“Brooklyn,” the man rasped, scanning the graffiti-tagged walls. “Early model. Before the fusion towers.” He looked at Miles. “You’re young. Is this… 2018?”
Ben smiled. A real one. “Maybe that’s why your universe is still standing.” He stepped toward the portal, then paused. “Hey, kid. Keep the music on. And tell your Ganke to stop leaving his action figures in the hallway. I saw him trip on one through the glitch.” “I became more
And Miles did something Ben never would have done. He didn’t go for a killing blow. He went for the heart.