2 2: I am Miles Morales?

Chirp!

The sounds of birds chirping could be heard as a bright ray of sunlight pierced through the window of a small house in New York!

That same ray of sunlight fell calmly onto the face of a black teenager laying on the bed in an awkward position.

"SHIT!"

The teenager on the bed suddenly exclaimed loudly as he immediately sat up from the bed, beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead and he struggled to calm down his breathing.

Looking around the room, the teenager had a shocked and confused expression on his face as he took in this familiar yet also unfamiliar environment he was currently in.

"I thought I died?" That's right, this teenager was Dante, the same office worker who had entered his own house and stumbled upon his girlfriend cheating on him with a gangster, the same gangster was the one who ended up killing him.

Dante felt a sense of rage course through his mind as he clenched his fists tightly, he wanted revenge.

Knock!!

knock!!

knock!!

It was at this moment that a few knocks were heard from the other side of the bedroom door.

Dante unconsciously called out, amidst his confusion.

"Yes? Who is it".

A soothing and calm voice with a tinge of an accent was heard from the other side of the door.

"Miles, is everything ok? why did you shout so early in the morning" The feminine voice said with a concerned tone?

"Yes everything is alright Mom" Dante replied unconsciously, he felt like he had no control over his voice at the moment.

"ok, hurry up and come eat breakfast, you have school soon" The feminine voice was heard once more before it was followed by a series of steps leading away from the room.

"Did I call her mom? what the fuck is going on?" Dante was creeped out as he placed a hand on his forehead, why had he appeared in this unfamiliar place?

It was at this moment that Dante felt a splitting headache creep into his mind at an extremely fast pace.

Dante couldn't help but clutch his head and grit his teeth as he almost fainted from the pain he was feeling in his brain at this moment.

10 minutes went by After the appearance of the splitting headache, as time went by the headache slowly disappeared and Dante's mind was filled with a lot of strange memories.

"I'm miles morales?" Dante looked down at his hands in confusion.

"No, I'm Dante Jackson"

"Am I both people?"

It was only after a short while that Dante realized that he had taken over the body of Miles Morales, The main character and Spiderman of Earth-1610 after the Spiderman of this world died.

"So I've transmigrated into the Marvel universe then," Dante...no, Miles Morales said as he stared out of the window in the corner of his bedroom, a look of confusion, shock, and even excitement were all mixed into his various facial expressions.

Miles sat up from his bed and after taking a few minutes to calm his racing heart, he made his way towards the bathroom using the memories in his mind.

Even though he gained memories, it was only the core memories of miles life, some certain parts were kept out.

Pshh!

Miles slowly turned on the bathroom sink and began washing his face before he took a look at himself in the mirror.

He was average height, had a small afro, and looked pretty ordinary.

The only difference Miles could spot was that he seemed to be a lot older than Miles Morales was at the beginning of "Into the Spider-Verse"

According to his memories, he was at least 16-17 so far.

"At least I don't look too much like a little kid right now" Miles laughed to himself and he began brushing his teeth, he still found this situation extremely comical to him.

Was this all a dream?

"I also don't know what happens in the new Spiderman movie, which is also a bummer," Miles thought as he remembered that the new movie had just been released, yet he had unexpectedly died the same day after he planned on watching it with some friends in theaters.

"Fuck, I just realized I am Spiderman" Miles raised an eyebrow as a look of excitement appeared on his face.

Who wouldn't want to have superpowers?

And who wouldn't want to be Spiderman?

No matter what age Miles was back on earth, he would admit that he had such dreams even as a child growing up in the violent city of New York.

Looking down at his wrists, Miles realized one thing!

he didn't have any fucking web slingers.

that's so fucking stupid.

Hopefully, he could fix the issue of him needing web slingers in the future, no spiderman wanted to rely on web slingers to be able to swing around the city.

Miles left the bathroom and made his way to the corner of his bed.

Hup!

with a gentle lift, he was able to easily lift his bed above his head.

10 minutes later.

"My Strength, Ability, Reflexes, wall-scaling, and spider-sense skills all seem to be here, I just need to get my hands on those web slingers," Miles thought as he stuck to the ceiling and walked around calmly while in deep thought.

As much as Miles felt like there was something wrong with his current background, due to him being older and more mature than Miles Morales in "Into the Spider-Verse", he had decided to live this new life to the fullest, who knows, maybe he might enjoy being in this world compared to his last.

Knock!

Knock!!

"Miles, Are you still not done? hurry up and come eat" The feminine voice from earlier was suddenly heard once again after a few knocks were heard.

"Fuck" Miles was shocked shitless and he immediately lost balance from the ceiling and fell, but with a casual flip, he was able to land calmly onto his bed.

"I'm coming I'm coming," Miles said before he hurried into the bathroom to take a shower and then wear his school clothing.

"Not bad," Miles said as he looked in the mirror.

"I want to change up the hairstyle a bit, I'll get my mom to twist my afro later so I can start growing some locs," Miles said, he wanted his old hairstyle back, after all, the ladies loved his dreads.