"I feel it, Miguel," Peter grunted, firing a web-line to a hovering drone that bore a logo from a century ahead. "The 'Spidey-sense' isn't just tingling; it's screaming. It’s like the universe is trying to reboot while I’m still running the program."
Miguel O'Hara stared at the flickering monitors of Alchemax, his breath hitching as the timeline literally began to unravel before his eyes. In the year 2099, the world was bleeding into a kaleidoscope of static and misplaced memories. He could see Peter Parker—the original Spider-Man—fighting a desperate battle in the past, but the air around Peter was shimmering with a lethal, chronological radiation.
Back in modern-day New York, Peter dodged a fragment of a skyscraper that shouldn't have been there. The sky was a bruised purple, and the Daily Bugle building was transforming into a sleek, obsidian spire of the future. He felt Miguel's voice vibrating in his skull.
