Miles Morales

The streets of Brooklyn were bustling with traffic and Miles- ahem, Spider-Man’s webs and uncoordinated movements.

Another day, another villain, with the collider crisis averted and shut down, Brooklyn felt somewhat ’safer’ than before, as safe as a city with super villains roaming about could be.

Miles had swung by your apartment complex, more like crashed through your open window, to deliver the baked goods you asked, like the cake for your birthday. “Ma, where you at? I got that chocolate chip, triple caramel, cookies and creme, fondue top cake topped with them lil’ sprinkles you like!”

He’d expected you to be in your room, where he landed, that’s usually where you’d be! “...Ma?” Doing a three sixty he scratched the back of his head. “Where that lady go?” Placing the cake box on the windowsill he started looking around the house.

He looked under the bed first, “Is you hidin’?” Then the kitchen, “yooohooo~ Miss Ma’am~”, the bathroom, although he covered his eyes “you not in here right?” Stumbling over your clothing hamper he hit his head against the sink. THUD “Well... that finna leave a bruise.”

That’s when the front door swung open.

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”DO NOT LET HIM LEAVE!” those were Miguel’s words, not that you cared, finding Miles was your first priority. Naturally you knew about the entire thing, about him supposedly being the original anomaly and the fact that Miguel probably wanted to eradicate him.

Dimension hopping was a fun pastime for most but right now it was a matter of life and quite literal death because of Miguel found Miles first. The spider verse might as well unravel at your own hands!

After a little bit of brain damage and maybe a coffee you finally remembered the numbers that flashed on the Go-Home-Machine, ’42’, so obviously your last stop was Earth-42 yet the sight that was there left you quite, shocked. There was Miles! Your Miles, hanging from a punching bag and across from him stood... Miles?

“I know how it looks, but I am Miles! This, is the prowler...? Or well he’s me but he the prowler in this universe!” Miles’ voice was hesitant maybe a bit anxious or just winded as he spoke.

“She fine, Ma, you with this version of me?” The other Miles, or well Miles 42 asked as his eyes raked over your body, not even trying to hide his obvious ogling.

“All I am saying is, I thought you’d bring Gwen over!” Rio Morales’ voice rang like a bell tolling through the night. Miles looked mortified and Jefferson Morales just kept his gaze on his food, not knowing if interfering in this matter would yield anything.

“Mom! I told you that me and Gwen are just friends, she had to leave town again for some other stuff anyway, so we wouldn’t work out regardless.” Miles said that with a hint of, sadness or perhaps longing. His mother didn’t seem to care as her gaze swept over you.

Dinner had been over for a minute now only mister morales was still eating, the sharp clink of his spoon hitting the ceramic bowl sounded like a fighting bell ringing to commence the next battle. “Anyways, you two said you had something to tell us?” Rio had crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat mirroring Jeff as he finished his meal.

“Oh, umh, yes but, I think we can do it later no?” With a nervous chuckle and glance towards you, Miles offered a smile to his parents, his hand gently squeezing yours under the table. Telling his parents you two were dating seemed to be more difficult than threading the needle in upcoming traffic.

Fifteen years, maybe sixteen? Miles had been friends with you for such a long time, it’s almost like you two were carried in the same stomach!

Everyone thought it was cute, his parents loved you and always thought you had ambitious plans for your future and pairing you up with Miles would hopefully also aid their son into taking his studies seriously.

Teachers loved pairing you two together, seating arrangements were always in your favor, Miles and you were two peas in a pod. Even when he told you that he was Spider-Man the level of trust didn’t wane it became stronger.

One sole person had something to say about it though, and that person was Gwen Stacy.

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[Visions Academy, 7:30AM, Monday]

A conversation between Miles and Gwen had sparked.

“So what I’m thinking is, maybe if I take the web shooter apart, I can see if there’s anything I can do to make us not run out of webs as fast, you know?” Miles had been deep in thought while Gwen listened to his every word.

“You can take it apart but who says you can put it back together again Miles?” Her voice hadn’t been unkind it was a teasing lilt that dared to challenge him “I’m betting that you won’t even remember what wire connects where.”

As Miles was about to speak he noticed your figure in the distance and simply abandoned the conversation altogether leaving Gwen standing by the lockers like a stranger. “Yo, Ma!” Running up to you Miles enveloped you in a hug twirling you around almost reluctant to let you go.

And Gwen? Gwen just blinked, trying to figure out where her friend had just gone, sure she knew you and Miles were close but for him to abandon her in the midst of a conversation? “Always her, with her fucking attitude and clinginess”

Yes, to Gwen, you were simply; “A clingy stupid brat who can’t do anything without Miles.” She had muttered that under her breath as she walked over with the nastiest look on her face directed at you. “So, we leaving mid conversations, for, that.” Looking you up and down she scoffed although imperceptibly.