Miles sucked in a breath, eyes almost completely squeezed shut, point of impact almost painstakingly reached-Īnd then webs that were not Miles’s own were shot from beyond his field of vision, enclosing around the villain and suddenly knocking him out of Miles’s path. “Oh, no.” Miles’s face dropped, voice levelling into a deadpanned monotone as his eyes began to slowly close when he winced, bracing himself for the aching his body was going to endure all throughout the next week after this. Which was why Miles had almost no excuse for not noticing that he was about to swing himself face first into a collision with the villain, until their bodies were mere inches away. Sure, his opponent was difficult to catch, but Miles’s head was in the game and his senses were sharp. Miles let himself fall for another three seconds, getting himself just low enough before firing another web and shooting himself back up in the air. ![]() Those were two of Miles’s least favourite things to deal with. The things miles had assessed about his opponent: he was fast and could fly. “Damn, you’re a slippery one,” Miles called out as he detached from his web string, flipping himself in the air when dodging a hit from his opponent. The villain was truthfully nothing more than a Villain of The Week, but the thing that was dragging this fight out for so unnecessarily long was the fact that this villain was fast. He had been out on one of his usual patrols that Miles had developed a habit of doing more consistently these days, starting to create a more responsible pattern between living under the Spider-Man mask and letting his teenage self live ordinary.Īnd, as part of the routine of living under the mask, Miles, of course, ran into a villain on the streets. Miles latched onto the string of his web, guiding his trajectory as he found his footing again, this time while in the air. He felt the familiar gust of wind currents enveloping his body from around his suit as Miles let himself free fall from the city’s building, waiting until it was the right moment to dart his wrist around and shoot a web up to another rooftop. Miles yelped as he was set off balance from the rooftop edge he was, admittedly, very precariously holding his ground on. The only thing was, out of all the friends Miles had made along the way, the first to visit him was the last he was expecting. The first summer of Miles’s three month break from his new school, the first summer after saving the collapse of the multiverse, and the first time where one of his friends came to visit him since. The first time Miles found himself in love it was during the summer. All Miles knew, was that he was sure he would know when it happened.Īnd then it happened. ![]() Could anyone blame him? He grew up around love, from his parents version, to his uncle’s version. Miles tried to convince himself that almost everyone he found himself attracted to was going to be that special person. Whenever he thought of uncle Aaron, Miles would fondly remember their late night conversations on the matter, the light-hearted teasing, and the times his uncle would try- and fail- to teach him how to flirt. Falling in love was that one all-consuming, yet entirely inexplicable experience that Miles had been waiting to come find him since he could remember.
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