There’s something about that rambling and the obvious derailing of a train of thought that has Gwen thinking through the possibilities. It could be Miles. Another version of him wouldn’t surprise her. But it lacked something she couldn’t put a finger on.

What’s your guess? Who do you think he wants us to see?

“Pym, Van Dyne, or Stark.” Which sounded more like a statement than a question. “Or possibly Strange.”

Again. In a way that isn’t a query. Which is probably weird.

“I’ve met enough Spider-people to know there are billions of us. There’s even a cartoon one from a universe where cartoons are living and breathing and pulling anvils out of their pockets.”