Originally I was going to post the first chapter of this story on the 12th. That was before I realized that it was the one year anniversary of Stan Lee's death.

As the story progresses, please understand that I have nothing but respect for the man and that the timing of all of this is purely a coincidence.

I first got this idea for this story when I saw a video from FilmComicsExplained pop up in my recommendations. I hope you guys like it.

Also, if you've never read 'The Boys' comic, you may be in for quite a shock if you keep reading this story here. Garth Ennis is fearless when it comes to writing a plot.

Threads of Existence

For Hughie Campbell, today is a day that's just perfect for him.

After months of scorching heat followed by more months of blistering cold with what felt like only a day of perfect weather in between, today felt just like that one day.

He looks up in a way so that the back of his head is touching the bench that he's sitting on; just in time to see a small group of five people, or 'supes' as everyone likes to call them, fly over Central Park.

Hughie sighs. "Just look at 'em go."

He thinks back to the year before back when he was working with Billy Butcher, as well as the other members of The Boys: Mother's Milk, The Frenchman, and The Female of the Species.

He takes a moment to scratch his nose. All the things that have happened, it's all behind him now.

He still pays a visit to their graves now and again. He's kept their death a secret so far from his girlfriend, Annie January, but he doesn't know how much longer that'll last as he's likely to spend the rest of his life with her.

Over a dozen times the previous month, he considered proposing to her, but something tells him to wait for something big first. Something that will not only make her want to say yes, but also never wanting her to say no in the future.

He's got a ring already purchased and everything, all he has to do now is…

*RING* *RING* *RING*

The sound of Hughie's cell phone snaps him out of his train of thought as he picks it up and answers the call. "Hello?"

He then hears giggling from the other side.

"Hehe. Hi babe. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Hughie smiles as he looks straight ahead. "Nope! You've got me at JUST the right moment! Everything's great!"

"I'm happy to hear that, Hughie! I just got off from work and I was wondering if I could stop by your place tonight! It's been far too long!"

"Yeah! That'd be great! So you're comin' in around eight or nine or…"

"Yeah, nine sounds perfect! I'll see you then, babe."

"Yeah, you too."

He hangs up and looks down at his watch. 5:15. "Man, I'm a lucky guy."

(FLASHBACK:

Six Months Earlier)

Walking along the side of the East River, Hughie continues speaking with Annie.

"I came right through the whole thing in one piece. I never had to turn into a monster. There might be folk that think I did, but I'm happy to let them.

I saw all sorts of nightmares and made all sorts of daft mistakes, but I gotta stay the fella I am…

And the fella I am loves Annie January."

He sees Annie smile at him, feeling happier himself.

"Good." She says. "Because Annie January's in love with that fella too."

She looks off into the distance. The Brooklyn Bridge nearing complete reconstruction can be seen in all her beauty in the distance.

"Oh god. Look at it. Isn't it beautiful?"

Hughie answers. "I thought it might make a nice new place for us. Well, you know… we had the park, but… it's maybe a wee bit sad for us now."

Annie's smile grew bigger. "I'd like that."

(Present day: Hughie's monologue)

Yeah, that was where I'd LIKE to say that was where the story ends…

But NOTHIN' could have prepared me for what was to happen next!

Every news site… every channel!

People just couldn't stop talkin'… ABOUT HIM!

"Profits are way down for the second month in a row. One more and I think I'll have to retire early."

Working at American Consolidated (formerly Vought American) had always been more of a passion than an annoyance for James Stillwell. The past several months however, seem to be testing him.

Ideas for new superheroes as well as superhero teams have been rejected as fast as they've been brought to him.

After the process of elimination, one of the only superhero teams left remaining after the whole thing with the superhero 'rebellion,' Super Duper, still don't make the company as much money to cover most operating costs. Even with the new redesign.

Without the income to break even. American Consolidated will have no choice but to downsize.

This is the same company that once showed off superhero teams like 'Payback,' 'Team Titanic,' and their most famous one, 'The Seven.'

Currently in his office, he moves some random paperwork to the side to clear off his desk a little more when he gets the sudden urge to take a look at the news.

"Hm. It's as if there's something going on in this city that's crying out for my attention."

Two minutes. He told himself that he'll only look at the local news for two minutes before brainstorming for the perfect idea that will bring in profit for American Consolidated.

As soon as he opens up his web browser, the iconic red line with the white text catches his eye.

Breaking News: Bank Robber's Helicopter Tangled in a Massive Spider Web Between Twin Towers

"The Twin Towers? They can't be seri-"

He immediately looks out the window and sure enough there was what looks to be a helicopter tangled in what looks like to be a large spider web between The Twin Towers in the distance.

A wave of opportunity overcomes his mind. As far as he knows, there hasn't been a single person who has had Compound V in their system that's gotten the superpowers of a spider.

He quickly picks up his phone.

"Get me City Surveillance!" He commanded. "If there's a… human spider out there… we're gonna find it!"

Okay people. Let's do this one more time.

My name is Miles Morales.

I was bitten by a radioactive spider and for like the last ten months, I've been the one and only Spider-Man!

I've been aware of the multiverse for quite a while now and had teamed up with five others who had been given the same gift that I have.

We've succeeded in getting them home, and I smile whenever I think about them.

But that was in the past, I was in my dorm room just finished with a long night of crime fighting when this WEIRD thing happened…

*SIGH* I sometimes try to imagine the pain the other versions of Spider-Man felt when they crossed over into my universe…

Now I know.

You see, I was in New York but… things were different.

For one thing, apparently the World Trade Center was UNTOUCHED by those terrorists! It was the Brooklyn Bridge that got destroyed on Nine-Eleven!

After getting over that… MASSIVE realization, I attempted to start researching all I could about this new universe when I found out that there was a bank robbery in progress going on which I knew I couldn't let slide.

I got to that escape helicopter before any of those other weird superheroes from this universe did and ended up doing something that I have only DREAMT of doing!

I'm sure you know what it is…

OKAY so I FANTASIZED about webbing an escape helicopter between the Twin Towers! Don't judge me! What matters is that the three men inside were okay and later taken to jail.

Anyway, I'm gonna FIND whoever or whatever put me in this world of… weird superheroes and maybe find a way back home!

Did I mention the superheroes here are weird?

Miles Morales puts his hands on his hips as he paces around the cemetery.

He still has his black spider suit on and he occasionally high fives a random stranger passing by on the street.

"Okay, calm down Miles. Maybe you're not alone in this. Maybe there's five other Spider Mans… men? Spider People?

There's probably a few people right now that are facing what YOU'RE facing right now… Just team up with them, shake a few hands, and MAYBE…"

"THE HUMAN SPIDER! I presume…"

Miles turns to the sound of the voice to see a man wearing a business suit and combed brown hair standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"Um… I go by Spider-Man. If that's okay with you."

The man nods. "Okay. Spider-Man it is. My name is James Stillwell. I work for a… little company named American Consolidated. You may have heard of us. We employ people who… have gifts just like yourself!"

Miles tilts his head to the side. "Is he the guy responsible for bringing me here? Hm. I don't think so."

Stillwell continues speaking. "You see, after pulling a… marvelous stunt like THAT… AC would LOVE to see you in action some more. If you come with me right now, we can work on some more de-"

He was then cut off by someone else.

"HEY!"

Miles and Stillwell look to the sound of the voice. The voice this time belonging to a woman.

"I know that voice! It… can't be…" Thought a slightly panicking Miles.

"Leave him ALONE!" The woman yells.

"I'm sorry lady, but do you know this man?" Calmly questioned Stillwell.

The woman is wearing a white and pink T-shirt with blue shorts along with a pink jacket with its hood up along with a black baseball cap.

Her hair is shoulder length and blonde with the ends dyed pink, matching her clothes.

"I DO!" She rudely answers. "And he doesn't want to be a part of your stupid organization!"

"Dear God. Gwen. Gwen Poole. It's been so long." Miles thinks to himself.

"AAAND you look like you're about to tear this guys head off!"

I don't mean to offend the victims of 9/11 and their families. It was a tragic day for everybody and it's nothing to insult anybody about. I feel like that I shouldn't exclude anything because I'm a fanfiction writer and not a TV show director. I said Garth Ennis is fearless in his plot writing and that was what I was referring to. I need to be fearless too.

Anybody can write a story but only the fearless can be great.

But what do you guys think of the first chapter and what do you think is gonna happen next? Are you excited? I know I am.