[ It was all hands on deck by the time his team had made it to Earth-42. Miles being in the wrong dimension gave them a little buffer to catch him before he did something catastrophic, but the timing was already fraying his nerves.
Miguel is perched on a roof parallel to a familiar looking Brooklyn apartment building, marred by the city's rougher history. Miles' apartment. It was dark, and a heavy rain that just cleared up had obscured the window with droplets and streaks. He could still see some movement in there, but it wasn't Miles. It must be his mother. Or a version of her, anyway.
Peter's greeting is ignored in the meantime, choosing instead to tap at his wrist watch to give the status report. The rest of the team gets their instructions - He's not here. Keep looking. - and then Miguel's posture stiffens upright in acknowledgement of his friend's arrival. ]
Peter.
[ He had asked Lyla to send out everyone, so he doesn't suspect anything awry with Peter B, but he was getting a very frosty hello. ]
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Miguel is perched on a roof parallel to a familiar looking Brooklyn apartment building, marred by the city's rougher history. Miles' apartment. It was dark, and a heavy rain that just cleared up had obscured the window with droplets and streaks. He could still see some movement in there, but it wasn't Miles. It must be his mother. Or a version of her, anyway.
Peter's greeting is ignored in the meantime, choosing instead to tap at his wrist watch to give the status report. The rest of the team gets their instructions - He's not here. Keep looking. - and then Miguel's posture stiffens upright in acknowledgement of his friend's arrival. ]
Peter.
[ He had asked Lyla to send out everyone, so he doesn't suspect anything awry with Peter B, but he was getting a very frosty hello. ]