#Prowler Aaron Davis

[pansexual-chocolate]

[ghost-in-the-corner]

Remember that moment in ITSV, when Miles first meets his world's Spider-Man and their spider senses do the thing?

The background behind Peter is as we'd expect; the classic red and blue.

But at first Miles' background is green and purple, two colors he's never associated with at all throughout the movie. As the moment goes on, it shifts to match Peter's.

We are literally watching Miles' fate change and the anomaly happen.

It's well established that the spider that bit him was not supposed to even be in that universe, meaning our Miles was supposed to be something else before it happened.

This isn't true for ITSV, but in every other version of Spider-Man, the main color scheme for the Prowler is green and purple.

Our Miles was supposed to become the next Prowler in his world. And the only reason he's not, is because of the original Prowler. Miles switched his fate with Earth-42 Miles.

[xxoxobree]

My Daughter

Dad!Aaron Davis x Daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: Nothing Really! Enjoy

Every single day, without fail, your life followed the same routine. And guess what? Today was no different! As the sun rudely forced its way through the curtains, slapping its glow onto your peaceful face, three obnoxious knocks echoed through your entire house. You didn't even need to use your brain to figure out who was behind that door. Nope, your dad's unmistakable twist of the doorknob gave it away, as always!

"Get up sunshine, it's 7:30,"

A groan left your throat. You went to sleep late, so getting up sounded like the end of the world.

"Y/n Davis, NOW!" your dad said in his authoritative tone.

"Daddy, please!" you tried to reason, but he had sealed your fate by closing the door.

With an eye roll, you dragged yourself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom.

The school day awaited, whether you liked it or not.

Slapping your backpack onto your shoulder, you made your way to the kitchen, where your dad was eagerly waiting.

"Voila!" he said, sliding a bowl of oatmeal your way.

You stared at the bowl with a disgusted expression. Aaron Davis, a master of many talents, but cooking was not one of them.

"No thanks, Dad," you said, swiftly pushing the bowl aside.

His hands shot up. "What's wrong with it?"

"I have zero appetite, Dad," you replied, grabbing your phone and checking your messages to avoid further discussion.

"Fine, whatever, kid," your dad huffed, reaching into his wallet and slipping a crisp ten-dollar bill into your hand. "Let's hit the road before you're late."

Quick as lightning, you took the money, stuffing it into your pocket, and followed your dad out the door, down the steps.

"Here." Your dad said, handing you a helmet as he put on his and jumped on his motorcycle.

"Daddy, do I have to?" You whined, stomping your feet. "It's going to ruin my hair."

Aaron didn't say anything, but his glare spoke a thousand words, mainly that you should put on the helmet and now. So, resentfully, you did just that, jumping on behind him and clasping your hands around his waist.

You always loved the morning rides with your dad. Other than it being badass that you got to school by motorcycle, you loved the feeling of being close to your dad, the wind hitting your skin. It was nice; it was one of the only times you got to spend with your dad since he was always "working."

He pulled up to Brooklyn Visions with a screech of his tires. You took off the helmet that was squeezing your head handing him it. Just as you were about to get off, your uncle Jeff pulled up in his police cruiser with a flash of his lights, Miles in the back.

You watched as the two brothers glared at each other. The tensions were always high when they were near each other, and it was exhausting for both you and Miles alike. You hopped off the bike with a sigh, "See you later, Dad," you said, giving him a hug.

You waved at your uncle Jeff, giving him a small smile as you waited for Miles to get out of the car. He waved back at you, concern written all over his face. You knew your uncle Jeff loved you, and you loved him, but he could be quite overbearing, especially when it came to your father. Your relationship with him was complicated, to say the least.

You dapped up Miles with a smile before diving in, giving him a big hug. To say you loved your cousin was an understatement; he was basically your best friend, your brother.

"Yo, get off me," Miles said with a laugh, pushing you off of him. Seeing you and Miles interact always brought a smile to Aaron and Jeff's face, and they dreaded even the thought of you two ending up like them, estranged.

The dreaded school day was finally over, and as the sun began to set , you and Miles began to make your way through the busy streets of Brooklyn towards his home. This was a familiar routine, as you found yourself at Miles' house every day since your dad couldn't be at home with you.

"Is your dad gonna be home?" you asked, throwing your head back in frustration. The last thing you needed right now was an interrogation from your uncle about your dad. In your eyes, your father was the best father ever, and your uncle's issues shouldn't have to be your problem.

"Uh, probably. Why?" Miles said, sensing your anxiety.

"Miles, he asks me a thousand questions every day about my dad. I just don't want to deal with it," you said, defeat tainting your voice as you dropped your head.

Miles felt for you deeply. He knew more about Uncle Aaron and why his dad was so overbearing , but he couldn't bring himself to tell you. It would shatter you.

Reaching the front door, Miles pulled out his key and unlocked it, pushing it open. "Hola Mami, Dad," he greeted, waving to his parents who stood in the kitchen.

"Hey, Aunty Rio," you said, trying to walk past them and into Miles' room, but you were stopped by Jeff calling your name.

You sighed, reluctantly turning to face him. "Hey, Uncle Jeff," you said, avoiding his gaze

"Hey, kid, are you okay?" Jeff asked. He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around, trying to assess your physical -being.

"I'm fine, Uncle Jeff," you reassured him.

"Jeff, leave her alone," Rio interjected, coming over to give you a warm hug and a kiss on your cheeks. Rio had always been like a mother figure to you, especially since your mom passed away when you were just seven.

"Go on and get some homework done, and you and Miles, no goofing off," Rio instructed, a mix of love and authority in her voice.

"Okay," you said, scurrying as fast as you could to Miles' room.

Jeff let out a sigh, leaning back against the kitchen counter. "He shouldn't have her, Rio. He's barely around."

"There's nothing we can do, Jeff," Rio replied, shrugging her shoulders. "He won't give us custody."

"He's going to put her in danger, my innocent niece, just because he doesn't want to give up his lifestyle," Jeff voiced his worries, rubbing his temples in an attempt to calm himself.

Rio placed a comforting hand on Jeff's shoulder. "Maybe we can try and talk to him again when he comes later," she suggested, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Jeff nodded, silently agreeing with Rio, but the weight of uncertainty and concern for your well-being remained heavy in the air.

12pm, Aaron made his way up the steps, giving his signature three knocks on the door. It almost immediately opened, revealing Jeff with a look of disapproval on his face. Aaron shook his head, letting out a breath.

"Is Y/n ready? It's late, I want to get her home," Aaron said anxiously.

"You should come in, Aaron," Jeff responded, stepping to the side to let him in. Aaron knew where this was going to lead, but he stepped inside anyway.

"Look, man, I just want my daughter," Aaron pleaded, trying to de-escalate the situation.

"You're barely there for her, Aaron. Just give us custody," Jeff responded , folding his arms.

"Jeff, I'm not having this conversation with you. I just came for my daughter," Aaron said, tightening his jaw.

"Aaron, it's 12pm, and you're just picking her up. She has school tomorrow. She's over here every day for hours because you can't give up your lifestyle for your own daughter," Jeff accused, his voice growing louder with every word.

"Jeff, you do not get to tell me what to do with my daughter. She's MY daughter," Aaron said, stepping closer to Jeff and pointing.

"She's the only person I have left. You won't even talk to me unless it's about taking her away from me," Aaron added, frustration evident in his voice.

"You're gonna get her killed, Aaron!" Jeff shouted at the top of his lungs, waking up You, Miles and Rio in the process.

"You Won't Even Give Up Your Life of Crime for Her," Jeff said, his words echoing through the room. The silence that followed was deafening.

Aaron let out a heavy sigh as he looked down, his eyes brimming with tears. He couldn't deny that Jeff was right; he wouldn't even consider giving up his dangerous lifestyle for you. The weight of his choices and the impact on your life weighed heavily on him.

Collapsing onto a nearby chair, Aaron wiped away the tears that now streamed down his face. "You're right, Jeff," he admitted with a heavy heart. "Maybe it is safer for her with you and Rio."

The words hit you like a sledgehammer to the chest. Hearing your own father suggest that he would abandon you shattered your heart into a million pieces. How could he even consider giving up on you?

"Come on, y/n," Miles, pleaded as he tried to pull you away from the closed door, hoping to shield you from the painful conversation. But you shook him off,opening the door to confront your father and face the truth head-on.

The door creaked open, drawing the attention of both Aaron and Jeff. Their eyes met yours, filled with tears that seemed to have no end. Aaron felt something deep inside him break at the realization that he had failed the one person he cared for.

"Hey, babygirl," Aaron whispered, his voice strained with regret. He took a step forward, reaching out to offer you a comforting hug, but you didn't accept it. His heart sank further as he watched the tears continue to cascade down your face, your bottom lip trembling with raw emotion. The pain in your eyes mirrored his own.

Struggling to find your voice, you fought against an invisible boulder lodged in your throat.

"Are you really going to give me up, daddy?"

Copyright © 2023 xxoxobree. All rights reserved.

[doctorsiren]

The stylized frames from my "The Mind Electric" Across the Spider-Verse animatic!

[cucumberteapot]

Okay, so I've read the Spider-man: Across the Spider-verse artbook, and there is this fantastic passage on Earth-42 that gives context to the dimension, Miles G., Uncle Aaron and the Sinister Six.

“Miles comes face to face with a parallel world version of his own in Earth-42 – an alternate reality where he never gained superpowers and where his Uncle Aaron is still alive. “We wanted to craft this moment where Miles encounters this powerful figure in his life that he loved so much and he lost," says director Justin K. Thompson. “That's when he realizes that he is not really in his own dimension, as well as the gravity of what he has lost. In this reality, Aaron has had to shake off his life of crime and became a surrogate father figure to Miles.”

The artists changed Uncle Aaron's outward appearance to reflect this new reality and convey how he has changed. The Uncle Aaron of Earth-42 has a little gray in his beard. His clothing still has the old “cool streetwear” vibe, but he has a more sophisticated and older look. In this alternate reality, the Sinister Six have been able to flourish and take over the world. “We wanted to create a world where it felt like Aaron and Miles G. Morales [this reality counterpart to Miles Morales] are the only heroes.”

It's a much darker version of Miles' original home. So, we looked at comic book artists who epitomized that sort of noirish world - artists like Frank Miller, Sean Gordon Murphy, John Polygon, where there is heavy use of black and colors sort of recede behind the dark shadows. The powerless version of Miles is still capable and efficient and has great acrobatic and physical prowess. We also needed Miles to feel trapped in this dark world. We wanted to leave the audience with the burning question: ‘How is he going to get home?’ It was just exciting to see the development of this world to underscore all of these narrative choices we were making.”

[alexxuun]

Earth 42: Birth of a new generation

Just a little comic on how I think Miles G became the Prowler.

Bonus: stand alone shot because…

[qurlycueued]

i saw a tumblr post about 5d chess on instagram and made..this.

EDIT 2: Part 2 HERE (you're gonna have to scroll down for this lol)

EDIT: I was advised to add my social media and art stuff directly to this post, so I'm linking my Black and queer sci-fi/fantasy webcomic, Aster and the Fire, my portfolio, and my Instagram!!

[bold-embrace]

I think he would be silly

[jennsterjay]

Happy Father's Day to the Uncle who stepped up 😌👌🏾💜💚✨

“We wanted to create a world where it felt like Aaron and Miles G. Morales [this reality counterpart to Miles Morales] are the only heroes.” - Director Justin K. Thompson

[peterpcrker]

SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING 2017 | dir. Jon Watts

[shu-of-the-wind]

you ever sit down and think about how uncle aaron treats miles in the moment that miles reveals his identity to him and how he puts his hands up and backs away and gives him an opportunity to escape and meanwhile gwen’s dad FUCKING TRIES TO ARREST HER

[buckypascal]

Donald Glover as MCU Aaron Davis/Prowler

[milimeters-morales]

pleaseee post this time omg omg omg

[berriweb]

y’all don’t understand how unreasonably sad these pictures are making me im going to cry GIVE JEFF HIS BROTHER BACK

[ghost-in-the-corner]

There was a comment on this post but I have pics so new post!

@pandoraslasthope (sorry to call you out like this you were very polite in your comment)

I don't know if there was an original Spider-Man of Earth-42, and I have no idea what happened to Peter Parker from that universe. But the spider that bit our Miles was supposed to bite Earth-42 Miles.

(sorry about the quality, only half decent videos I could find were from TikTok)

This is the spider that eventually bites our Miles being picked up by the collider. It was going for Earth-42 Miles, you can recognize him by the braids.

There was a Miles who was meant to become Spider-Man. Just not ours. When the collider pulled the spider through, it switched the trajectories of the lives of both variants of Miles. Because of this, Earth-42 never got their spider, and New York became a decaying city only roamed by the Prowler.

[cucumberteapot]

The first thing I noticed was the bodies of Spider-people the Spot has either killed or exhausted. You can even see Spider-Plushie in the left-hand corner was a casualty.

Then we see a few frames of Miles fighting the Spot, which I feel is self-explanatory.

But then we get into the interesting part of the vision with Inspector Singh saving the little girl in the red dress, and while we're told these events are of the future. What we see with Jefferson saving the child wouldn't be the first time the Spot's visions show past events, i.e. when he reveals his origins.

I say this because I don't think the vision of Jefferson saving the little boy who is also wearing a red (Spider-man) top - the only time we see colour besides black and white in this scene - is foreshadowing the future.

Because this is the past. And what we're seeing is E-42 Jefferson saving Miles G Morales as a child.