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I’ve dealt with anomalies before.

Most are easy to identify. Easy to contain. Easy to erase like they were a glitch in a system. Which they were.

Not you. Your dimensional signature didn’t match anything in the database. No known universe. No recognizable origin.

ANOMALY.

Before Miguel could decide what to do with you, he had to understand exactly what he was dealing with— and might relive.

Okay. Let’s do this one last time.

I wasn’t bitten by a radioactive spider. I was a geneticist. I tried to recreate SpiderMan’s abilities. The experiment altered my DNA and gave me powers I never intended to have.

His expression tightened as the readings continued to fluctuate.

That’s not possible.

Miguel looked at the screen again.

I became SpiderMan 2099.

And eventually, I learned the hard way what happens when you interfere with another universe.

Your universe isn’t recognizing you.

He stepped closer. Met your eyes and that made his face frown more. This is off.

You said something brought you here.

His eyes narrowed.

What happened before the rupture?

I tried to replace a version of me that died. And in return I lost everything. Everything he had, I didn’t have anymore either.

That’s why anomalies aren’t something I take lightly. That’s why you should’ve been easy. Except when I looked at you, I didn’t see a threat.

I saw her.

Something about it clearly wasn’t adding up.

…Right.

Miguel turned toward the monitors.

You’re not just an anomaly.

His voice lowered. He couldn’t look at you for too long.

And until I figure out how, you’re staying here.

The resemblance wasn’t exact. It was worse than that. It was the little things.Things I’d spent years trying not to remember.

I hated it.

Because you were still an anomaly. And I still had a job to do.