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Heaven Is Closing Fast on My Fate (Part One)

An AU in which The Spot becomes Miles' teacher.

Based off of this post by @bunnyrandom

This is a legit fic and I've put time and effort into. It had to be broken into two parts because it's 8k words.

Part two • title song

"I'm going to take everything from you. Just like you did to me."

Miles watched in horror as The Spot stared down at him.

"See you back home." The Spot let out a laugh and disappeared.

Miles turned to Gwen and the other spiders in horror. His chest was starting to tighten and his mind was racing.

"I have to go home." Miles stepped towards Gwen. "Take me back. I don't need to be here."

Gwen looked to Pavitr and Hobie before looking back to Miles. She had a look of disbelief on her face, but nodded.

"Yeah." Gwen brought up her watch and pressed a few buttons. "Pavitr and Hobie, take care of this dimension. I'll be back."

The two spiders nodded at Gwen, Hobie making a small comment, before the portal appeared before them.

Gwen and Miles stepped through the portal and back into 1610.

The world looked rather normal, and not like a villain with the power to rip apart the universe was there. It made Miles feel uneasy and he did not know how to feel as Gwen and him flew through the city.

Miles made sure to grab a cake before going home, entering his house quickly and setting it down. Gwen followed behind as he looked through the rooms.

"Mom?" Miles called out, and as if on cue his mother appeared.

"Miles?" His mom frowned and shot a small glance at Gwen. "What's wrong?"

His mother put her hands onto his face and he leaned into the touch. He took a deep breath and looked up to her.

"Nothing. I just saw an accident and got scared for a second." Miles felt relieved that she was okay.

"You poor thing." His mother frowned and looked at the cake. "You got it."

"I did." Miles smiled slightly. "I'm sorry for messing things up."

"Oh, Miles." His mother smiled and put her hands on his shoulders. "You're okay. But I don't think your father will be happy to see your friend here."

"Oh." Gwen shuffled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Morales. I'll be leaving."

Miles felt relieved with the use of his mother's last name. He knew his parents were taken back before.

His mother gave a slight smile at her and gave a small wave.

"Have a good day, Gwanda." His mother said and Gwen shared a wave with Miles before leaving.

Miles watched Gwen leave before turning back to his mother. The two shared a look, one that told him that she knew he liked Gwen and missed her a lot.

"How about you go to sleep early? You've had a busy day and have school in the morning." His mother rubbed his shoulder and he nodded in response.

–

Walking through the hallways of Visions that morning was odd.

The whispers were louder than normal, all excited and speaking of some new teacher that was finally replacing the physics teacher who moved out of town.

"I've heard from the upperclassmen that he's an odd duck." A student said to their friend. "But don't bring up the thing when you see him."

"What thing?" Their friend responded, causing Miles to look at the two.

The student made a face at their friend and shook their head.

"Nevermind. You'll see." They said and shut their locker.

Miles was now intrigued. His senses felt like a barely boiling pot of water. It was keeping him on his toes and it was extremely uncomfortable.

At least he had Physics first.

Miles walked into the classroom and sat down next to Ganke, who looked more interested than normal.

"Hey, Miles." Ganke's voice was quieter than normal.

"Yeah?" Miles looked at Ganke, who looked pale. This worries Miles.

"Did you hear about the new teacher?" Ganke turned to Miles, his eyebrows pinching.

"No? I've been busy with…" Miles trailed off. "Why?"

Ganke turned back to look at the whiteboard at the front. Miles opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but the door opened. The whole class turned to see the new teacher walk in.

The man was tall, limbs long and awkward. He was wearing an older looking denim jacket and a black hat. Then Miles realized who it was.

It was The Spot.

"Hello class!" The Spot sounded cheerful as he put his shoulder bag onto his desk. He slipped his hat off and sat it onto his desk.

The class echoed a small hello, which made the man laugh quietly. He walked to the whiteboard and picked up one of the many expo markers.

"My name is Doctor Jonathan Ohnn." The Spot wrote his name onto the white board in what could be described as a mix of scrawl and formal handwriting. The letters were tall and skinny, almost too neat, as if he was forcing a good handwriting. "I am going to be teaching you all Physics as before. Mrs. Jennings, as you all know, has transferred to a different state."

The Spot capped the expi and held it with two hands. He turned towards the class and tilted his head.

"I used to work for Alchamex two years ago. I was a leading scientist on the particle collider that malfunctioned about a year ago. I worked with Doctor Olivia Octavius and many other rebound scientists of our time." The Spot made a point to show he was looking at each student by turning his head slowly towards the different sections of the class. "I have read each of your files and teacher notes, so I am already somewhat introduced to each of you. I hope that I can get to know each of you better over the course of the semester."

The class murmured in response, a few kids swearing quietly or them being disappointed they didn't get to introduce themselves.

"Hey! Don't be disgruntled." The Spot waved the expo before setting it down. He waved his hands as he spoke, flourishing his words almost. "This is a journey! I have to do my research. Have you all not been paying attention in your science classes?"

The Spot let out a small laugh before picking up a paper on his desk.

"Now, turn your books to page 328. We have work to do."

–

"Do you think he knows?"

Miles looked up at Ganke as the two sat at one of the study tables in the library. They were studying together after class and Miles was trying to not panic.

"I don't know." Miles sounded stressed. "It is freaking me out. Is he going to randomly come after me?"

"Dude, I don't know. You're the hero." Ganke shrugged. "But you should totally keep an eye out for him. Who knows what's up with him. I should have called the police for you."

Miles didn't feel any better by that.

"Yeah. You should have.

–

Miles couldn't help but glance at The Spot.

Every five minutes or so, his eyes would flick up to the spotted man who was hunched over at his desk. The man's focus was on stapled packets that he would mark with a red pen and write notes across.

It was unreal that the man that was destroying dimensions and swore to destroy his life was now his science teacher.

And no one was mentioning that he was quite literally covered in spots? It's been a few weeks now.

Miles looked at the worksheet in front of him and resisted a sigh.

Why was The Spot here? Why was he now teaching at Visions? Was this part of the long haul? Miles couldn't handle it.

Mile's pencil lead snapped on his mechanical pencil and a few of his classmates glanced towards him. Miles idly wondered if his thoughts were being broadcasted, and that's why his classmates seemed weirded out by him right now.

The bell rang and Miles let out the breath he was holding.

"Alright! Put your papers into the hole by the door on your way out!" The Spot sounded like he was smiling. "Let's hope you guys did great. Which, I don't doubt of course. You're a great class."

The students all shuffled to get up and move towards the room, a few smiling at the words.

"Oh! I almost forgot." The Spot turned his head towards Miles. "Mr. Morales, could you please stay behind? I have a word."

Some of the classmates let out small oo's and Ganke made eye contact with Miles. Miles just shrugged and Ganke shrugged back in response before leaving.

Miles walked up to the desk, standing in front of The Spot, who was watching the students leave, almost ignoring Miles completely until the door shut. Then, as if he was building suspense, he turned to Miles.

"Miles." The Spot tilted his head and the spot on his face shrunk slightly. "I'm going to need you to be honest with me."

Miles felt a lump in his throat and he nodded.

"What's going on with you?" The Spot broke the eerie feeling by looking down and picking up a file from the side of his desk. He flipped it open and pulled out Miles' profile.

"What…?" Miles was confused.

The Spot looked up at this. Miles wondered if the man would give him a dumb look if he could.

"You've been skipping classes lately and your grades have slipped in Spanish again." The Spot said it like it was obvious. "You seem distracted in class and always look around like you're expecting something to jump out at you randomly."

Oh.

Miles wasn't expecting the man to be concerned for him. Did he not know and this was purely coincidence?

"I…" Miles started and stopped.

"Miles, I know your family has a busy life. It's in your file. Your dad's captain of PDNY and your mom is a nurse." The Spot tapped his finger onto the part that said his parent's descriptions. "Are you staying up late to see them? If so, lack of sleep isn't good for someone your age."

"No… that's not it." Miles shook his head. "I uh… I've witnessed a few things over the last year and a half."

Why did he say that?

"Miles, do you need to see the counselor? We have resources for that type of thing." The Spot picked up a pen and notepad before scrawling something down. "I can also help find you a good therapist if needed. Sometimes school resources are tricky to use for finding things like that. I can also suggest good home remedies for lack of sleep."

Miles watched as the man rambled about the importance of sleep and the odd references that spilled from him. The Spot suddenly stopped and looked up.

"Miles, do you have nightmares surrounding what happened to you?" The Spot sounded serious.

"I…" How does Miles answer that?

"Miles, I've been here for almost a month now. You can open up to me if you want to. I'm here to help." The Spot sounded genuine.

"Yeah." Miles nodded. "I have dreams about my uncle dying… and buildings collapsing around me."

The Spot hummed and nodded before writing down something else. Once he was done, he ripped the page off and handed it to Miles.

"I wrote down good resources and places to start for therapy. Then I wrote down a few good remedies to help with dreams and sleep." The Spot informed Miles as he had taken the page.

Miles stared at the page and the bell rang for the next class.

"You're good to go now. Tell your next teacher I kept you." The Spot wrote another note before sticking it into a hole. "You may go now. And get sleep."

Miles nodded and thanked him quietly before leaving.

The Spot watched as Miles left, seeing the kid's figure disappear behind the shutting door.

The man sat in silence for a minute before sighing.

–

"Class! Time is up!"

The words were called out and students across the room groaned.

Miles watched as one by one, holes appeared above everyone's desk and their tests were whisked away by a pure white hand.

It was amusing watching The Spot use his spots to navigate the classroom.

The man opened up a hole next to Jessica's desk and took her phone right from her hands. He lifted it towards his face, reading whatever message she was typing before exiting the app.

"Hey!" Jessica whined and reached towards the hole that quickly closed behind the disappearing hand.

"No phones!" The Spot laughed and held the phone above his head to take a picture, throwing up a peace sign. "Next time, do it where I can't see it."

He opened up another spot and put the phone back on Jessica's desk. Jessica pouted as she put her phone away. The other students were snickering as The Spot gave a comical shrug.

"What can I do? I am your teacher after all." The Spot stuck his hand into another spot before pulling out a stack of papers.

"Don't take phones." Jessica grumbled and the students all eyed her.

Miles is sure that if The Spot has eyes, they'd roll.

"Anywho." The Spot looked through the stack of papers, comically holding them up. "Do you guys want to know how you did on your essays?"

A chorus of 'yes' came from the students and spots opened up. Papers were passed out that way, and the students took them as they were presented.

Miles took his and snorted at the crude drawing of their teacher on his paper, a little speech bubble telling him he did a good job.

"You all did very well. Some more than others." The Spot sat down at his desk. "But who can help that, am I right?"

A paper, now crumbled up, whizzed past Miles' head and he leaned away from it. It flew past him and it actually made it to The Spot. Not that it'd actually hit him.

Like many times before, the paper went through a spot and hit the kid on his head.

The class has gotten good with aiming objects at their teacher. It was almost like a game; where they'd throw harmless and unassuming objects at their teacher and he'd send it right back. Even if his back was turned.

"Now now. That's not nice." The Spot shook his finger at the kid. "You guys don't appreciate my art in your papers like I do. It's my art isn't it? I'm a scientist, not an artist. That's why my degree is in quantum physics, you know."

The class erupted in laughter.

"Stop laughing at me!" The Spot did a dramatic move of swooning. "I am being ridiculed by 15 year olds!"

Then the paper balls came flying.

"Hey!" Their teacher cried out as he held his hands out, spots appearing to send their projectiles back.

Which they promptly grabbed and threw again.

Miles laughed and threw a different crumpled piece of paper. He wanted to keep his paper.

The Spot crumpled to the floor, yelling about being bested and letting the papers hit him as he laid limp on the ground.

The class slowly quieted down and watched their teacher curiously.

Then he opened spots around him and the paper came raining down. He hopped up with an evil laugh.

"REVENGE!" The Spot held up a finger to the sky.

The knock on the door was almost drowned out, but The Spot turned his head towards the door. He opened the door from across the room and stuck his head through a spot to greet them.

"Oh! Mr. Han. Nice to see you!" The Spot then spoke quietly to the administrator.

There was quiet back and forth before Miles felt his senses kick slightly.

"The kids being a brat, man. He's gotta be dealt with, you know?"

Oh.

Miles could see the spots on the man's body shift, crackle slightly like when he gets upset. His whole body went through the spot that his head was going through. He was now standing almost menacingly in the doorway.

"Please never speak about my students like that again." The Spot's voice held a crackle to it. "You hold no respect for them, which is probably why they don't respect you."

It wasn't said in a hushed tone, so the whole class heard it.

"When you want to be respectful towards him, you can come back. Until then, please leave my classroom." The Spot took a step back and closed the door.

He took a moment to collect himself, his spots still crackling slightly and Miles felt on edge. His senses were telling him that danger was imminent, but as the man calmed down his senses quieted.

The Spot turned back to his class and clapped his hands together once, interlocking his fingers and tilting his head.

"Who wants to watch old experiment videos?"

–

Miles was shooting paper footballs at Ganke's fingers, which were formed into a goal.

Class was idle that day, as they were doing a review that Miles was confident with. He felt like he didn't need to go over the material any more than he already had, and the class seemed to agree.

"Any other questions?" The Spot asked. "Specifically any that would get the game of football in the middle of the class to stop?"

With that, a spot captured the paper triangle mid air. Miles sighed as he looked up to see The Spot holding it.

A kid in the front raised his hand and The Spot lit up.

"Yes!" The Spot threw the football paper at the kid, who caught it.

"Dr. Ohnn, if I can ask… why'd you become a teacher here?" The kid asked.

"Oh. One of those questions!" The Spot seemed excited and sat on his desk.

The class watched intensely as the man got comfortable.

"Well, as you can probably guess, no one would want to hire someone who looks like me." The Spot shrugged. "I actually got into a life of crime before this. I was let go from Alchamex because of the accident that turned me into this. So I went down a rabbit hole of revenge."

"Revenge?" Ganke said it out loud.

"Yes." The Spot sounded slightly sour as he spoke, his spot on his face getting smaller. "I got so caught up in proving myself and trying to make the person who caused this to feel exactly what I felt when my life was ruined. I went on to almost tear apart the different dimensions. I traveled to other universes and caused a collapse."

The students were shocked into silence as they stared at their teacher.

"The universe is okay. I made sure that it was stabilized." The Spot looked at his hands. It was surreal seeing him unanimated. "I was so consumed by myself when I came back. I threw myself into figuring out how to get back. I found this job, it was part of the plan. I minored in education to check a box. I could possibly do it while my life evened out and unfolded. Then I took the job and realized that I actually care about this. All of you."

"Did we change you?" Jessica asked.

The Spot hummed and nodded.

"Within a week I found out that I cared about my students and that I want you all to grow up to be greater than me." The Spot stood up again. "Why be angry when I can see you all become something I could never be?"

Miles stared at The Spot as he picked up the expo marker.

Has this man changed? Was he actually a bad guy, or just someone trying to find his place in the world and deal with the crushing grief of his life slipping away?

It made Miles feel bad for everything.

"Does anyone have any other questions?" Dr. Ohnn wrote an equation on the board before looking back.

"Who is your rival? The one who caused this?" It was a kid from the back.

Miles could have sworn that Dr. Ohnn's head turned towards him slightly. But it was probably a trick or his brain.

"That doesn't matter, does it?" Dr. Ohnn tapped the board with his finger. "Now, whoever solves this first will get to stick a hand through a spot."

–

Miles sat next to Margo, who was a girl in his physics class, as they were having lunch.

They never talked much, just sat next to each other.

Convenience.

"Hey, Margo." Miles started.

"Yeah?" The girl barely looked up from her food.

"Why does nobody talk about Dr. Ohnn's spots?" Miles asked. "Or the fact he's a supervillain?"

This has Margo looking up. She gave Miles a look that looked sour.

"Because he's nice?" Margo said it like it was obvious. "He treats us with respect and is cool. He cares more about us than any other teacher. Why would we bring it up?"

Miles shrugged and mumbled how he didn't know.

"Also. Someone made a deal day one that if we didn't bring it up, he wouldn't assign us the amount of homework we should be getting." Margo shrugged at that and went back to eating.

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