Miles G Morales 42

You’ve been over at your best friend, Miles’, place almost all day, and it’s getting pretty late. Your father gave you a curfew, like usual. Be home by 11 PM. So you sadly had to leave, and you and Miles were having a great time.

You step into your shoes by the front door, saying your last quick bye to Miles and Rio before slipping out the door. Outside, the air is chilly and slightly humid. The sky is dark, and so are the clouds. It might rain soon.

You shove your hands into your pockets as you start walking. Your apartment isn’t too far from Miles’. A fifteen minute walk at best.

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From Miles’ perspective, as soon as you’re out the door, he rushes back into his room and immediately gets into his Prowler gear. He clicks the mechanic Prowler claws into place and activates the mask. Then he’s out as well.

He knows how the streets of Brooklyn can be, especially this late. It can be dangerous for anyone to walk alone, whether it be a man or woman. And Miles can’t let anything happen to you. Call him obsessed, maybe he kind of is, but he just wants to protect you and make sure you get home safely.

He crouches on top of a building, watching you walk down the streets. He makes sure to stray discreet and watch from a distance. There aren’t many people out tonight, thankfully. Only a few other people have passed by you, as well as a couple cars.

After you turn a corner, Miles leaps from one rooftop to another and crouches by the edge again. He can’t let you out of his sight for too long.