Prompt #19
Requested by @Courtie9876 , simply_jenna3000 , and @InsertNameofChoice

This is basically like two imagines in one bc these is super long also I got nauseous while writing Miles' so

Summary: Scenarios in which he says, "I need you," to you.

QOTP: Which Spider-person (or ham) is your favorite?

Word Count: 5195

Miles -
It's seven thirty in the evening when you're sitting at the desk in your dorm at Brooklyn Visions Academy, where you don't want to be. But when Miles' parents talked to your parents about some fancy academy he was taking an entrance exam for, they thought you should do it, too. You both passed, of course, and him being here too makes things less horrible, considering you've been friends since you were babies (your parents were neighbors before you were born).

You lean your head on your hand as you attempt to finish your homework, though your eyes keep closing without your volition. You're about to crash onto the table when you hear a knock on your door.

No, not your door. Your window.

You turn in your chair, thinking you just imagined the noise, but then you see Miles looking at you through the glass.

You jump up immediately and slide the window open, not letting him in or get a word in edgewise. "Are you insane?! It's almost eight o'clock, and you're trying to get into my room through the window?! You're lucky my roommate isn't in here, or we'd both be kicked out of here so fast, your head would spin! We still could if we get caught!" It's then that you see the pure panic on his face. Your expression morphs from anger to concern. "What's wrong?"

"Y/N, you gotta help me," he says as you back up and let him into the room.

After you close the window, you turn and walk over to him, looking up at him — which you didn't have to do until this morning. You notice some cuts and bruises on his face. "What happened, Miles?"

"I got bit by a spider."

"... Okay?"

"It wasn't a normal spider."

You pause for a moment. "What do you-?"

He interrupts you by holding up his hand, which has a Spiderman comic attached to it. "It was a Spiderman spider." You grab the comic, going to take it from him, but it stays stuck to his hand. He looks at you, helpless.

Earlier that day, you noticed him... sticking to things quite often. You had no idea what was wrong with him and told him to go wash his hands, but you didn't have a solution for the two feet (or at least it felt like two feet) that he'd grown overnight.

You sigh, then move his hand and open the comic book, reading the panels. In it, Spiderman keeps sticking to things. "I mean, it could be a coincidence-"

"It's not," Miles says. He looks like he's about to cry. "I... I went to go find the spider again, and I did — it wasn't normal. But after that... I found Spiderman and... he said that I was like him and he'd show me the ropes, and then... Kingpin killed him."

Your eyes widen. "Miles-"

He reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out something that looks like a flash drive. "He gave me this, and told me to use it to stop the particle collider from turning on again — because if it does, it could destroy everything. And I mean that literally."

He explains the situation to you as he knows it and tells you the specifics of what he saw. Tears are already falling, silently, and you're about to cry, too, simply from seeing him cry.

After he explains everything to you, you take a few moments to think, then look back up at him. "We're gonna figure this out, okay? You're not alone in this, I promise." You grab the comic book from the floor, which fell while he was talking, and hand it to him. "Take this back to your room and go to bed. Tomorrow, after your dad drives us home, you can come over, and we'll figure this out, okay? Bring the comic book with you."

He nods. "Okay."  He turns to go, but suddenly stops and turns back to you, enveloping you in a hug. "Thank you." His voice cracks, and you're pretty sure it's because he's crying and not due to puberty, which he's been blaming his mishaps on all day.

You pull him closer to you, and he lowers his head to your shoulder. "You don't need to thank me, Miles. You'd do the same for me."

After a few more seconds, he pulls away, wipes his eyes, and smiles at you. "See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow."

////

When you open your door to let Miles in Friday evening (while your parents are at his house), he, for some reason, lays his hand on your shoulder. After a short pause, in a deep voice, he says, "Hey."

You're speechless for a few seconds, seeing as you're extremely confused, but you're also, shockingly, flustered. You can feel the blush rising to your cheeks. "... Hi?"

He seems flustered, too. He goes to pull his hand away, but ends up pulling you with him. You fall forward onto him, your hands coming up to catch yourself. As they hit his chest, his free arm wraps around you as he tries to catch you on instinct. He stumbles a little, but manages to keep you both upright.

You look up at him, and he down at you, both of you completely still and silent for a few moments due to your sudden closeness. Finally, he clears his throat and tries to step back, but now his other hand is stuck to the back of your shirt.

"Oops?" he says sheepishly. He's panicking on the inside, mostly at how badly he screwed up when he really likes you and this is the opposite of how it was supposed to go.

Little does he know, you're not exactly complaining about the closeness, though your face is now beet red. You chuckle. "It's okay. We can get out of this."

He nods. "O-Okay."

"The stickiness came because of the spider bite, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, it's one of your superpowers, which should mean that you can control it."

"But I can't."

"Not yet. But you will. Preferably in the next few minutes."

"But how? I have no idea what I'm doing, I don't have Spiderman to help me anymore, and I-"

"Alright, stop," you say. With some difficulty, you look up at him. "You need to relax and focus. There's no need to panic. All you have to do is relax, and it should work. Just breathe, okay? Focus."

He closes his eyes, then — trying to relax — begins singing quietly. "Needless to say, I keep her in check. She was all bad-" he begins mumbling until he gets to the next part he remembers - "Calling it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck." He continues singing some more, which, honestly, doesn't bother you in the least. It's actually kind of adorable that he barely knows the lyrics.

You start backing away from him slowly, feeling a rush of relief when his hands begin to slip from your shoulder and back. He pulls away completely when he feels you move, then holds his hands up and examines them with relief.

"Well, now that we've figured out that, what's next?"

////

"We can fix it-"

"No, we can't," he said. You were standing there, looking at him in that concerned way that you do when he's anything but 100% happy. He was holding the broken flash drive, which broke when he landed on it while trying to jump from a building and not fall in the middle of the street. He pulled off his Spiderman mask, which was included in the costume you'd bought earlier that day.

"Miles, I-"

"We can't," he insisted. "I'm not cut out for this."

"Don't say that-"

"I'm not." He turned to you, his voice rising a little. "I can't be Spiderman. I can't save the world. I don't know what I'm doing."

"We can figure it out-"

"What are you not understanding about what I'm saying? I can't be Spiderman, Y/N. I can't. No matter what I do — no matter what you do — I'll never get there. Definitely not in time to stop Kingpin."

You walked closer to him, trying to comfort him, reassure him. You reached out to touch him on the shoulder. "But-"

"Just go home, Y/N!" He turned away from you as you jumped at his sudden shout.

You knew he wasn't really shouting at you. He was just frustrated and stressed because of all the weight on his shoulders. You just wanted to help him carry it. "Miles-"

"Go home! Please," he pleaded. He wouldn't face you.

You'd hesitated, then turned and left, telling yourself that he'd be fine, and he just needed to be alone for a while.

Now, he's talking to Peter Parker — Peter B. Parker — who's Spiderman from a different dimension. He was reluctant to help, but Miles made him feel guilty, so he agreed.

"You have to come meet Y/N," Miles says excitedly. Then, he remembers how you left each other.

"Who's Y/N?" Peter asks, almost interested.

Miles sighs. "My best friend."

"You sound sad about that."

"I... I kinda yelled at her the last time I saw her."

Now Peter's interested. "Why would you do that?"

"I was upset. I'd just broken the goober, and I thought I was gonna fail because I didn't have anyone to teach me how to be Spiderman — or a Spiderman. She was trying to help me, but..."

"She's not Spiderman." Peter stops. "Or... Spiderwoman."

"Yeah," Miles replies.

Peter sighs. "Yeah, I know what it's like to totally screw up when it comes to girls."

Miles seems surprised. "You do?"

"I'm divorced, kid, of course I do," Peter replies. He looks over at Miles. "So, here's your first lesson: Always apologize when you screw up. And if you need to, spare no expense to get her to forgive you. Flowers, chocolates, a yacht-"

"A yacht?"

"That's for when you really, really screw up." Peter sighs yet again. "Tell you what, kid. You go apologize, then both of you meet me for breakfast."

////

After returning home without Miles — and dodging your parents' questions — you simply could not sleep the entire night. You were worried about him, wondering if he was okay. He may have Spider powers, but he certainly doesn't know how to use them, though he's working on the sticky fingers... and feet.

So, you've been trying to read or play a game on your phone, seeing as sleep isn't an option. Eventually, though, you hear a knock on your window.

You jump up and run over to it, relief flooding through you when you see Miles. He takes his mask off, holding it in one hand. You open the window, but he doesn't move to enter the room, so you lean out a little. "Miles, I-"

"I need you," he blurts out.

He doesn't elaborate further, so you ask, "What for?"

He sighs, shaking his a little. "Everything, now that I think about it."

"I-"

"Just..." he interrupts, trailing off. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I shouldn't've yelled at you. I wasn't even mad at you, just at myself. You were just trying to help me, and I treated you like that, and I never should have. I'm a horrible friend, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but-"

In a burst of half-delirious, relieved confidence — and possibly insanity — you lean forward and kiss him, cutting him off. He, of course, flips out at first, but then relaxes. You pull away after a few seconds. "Miles, I was never mad in the first place. You were stressed and-"

"Hold on, stop," he says. "Back up. You just kissed me."

You look down at the window sill, blushing. "Yeah..."

"Were you hoping I just wouldn't notice, or...?"

"I don't know what I was hoping for. I don't even know what I was doing. I just... I don't know."

"Well, I'm glad you did it," he replies sincerely, causing you to look up.

"You are?"

"Of course I am. What do you think I was trying to do when I got my hand stuck to your shirt? Uncle Aaron told me that was the best way to flirt with you or whatever."

You laugh. "Well, that back-fired."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the window sill and quirking a brow. "Did it, though? I mean, you just kissed me, so..."

"Very true," you reply, laughing.

"I was also wondering if you might want to kiss me again — you know, because I've just been through a whole ordeal, it was crazy-" You roll your eyes, then kiss him again. He smiles. "Thank you."

"You're welcome?"

"I know I am."

You roll your eyes yet again. "Alright, Morales, enough. You need to go to bed. You've been out all night-"

He starts like he just remembered something. "Oh, I forgot to tell you!" He proceeds to explain to you how he came to meet Peter B. Parker, what transpired after, and, now, that he wants you both to join him for breakfast at a nearby restaurant. "So, you in?"

You smile and nod. "Let me get dressed."

Around ten minutes later, you and Miles are walking to the restaurant, talking excitedly about Peter (you talked to your parents before you left). When you arrive, he's waiting outside. "'Bout time," he says, already walking inside. "I'm starving."

Later, once you're sat down with food — you and Miles next to each other, Peter across from you — he seems open to actually speaking. Miles excitedly asks, "So, what's my first lesson?"

"I already gave you your first lesson," Peter says through a mouthful of food, "and I see you took it to heart." He gestures to you. "Good job, kid."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" you ask, brows furrowed.

Peter swallows, takes a drink. "He told me about how he screwed up with you, I told him how to apologize. So what kind of flowers did he get you? Or did he spring for the yacht?"

"Neither... ?"

He turns to Miles. "You didn't get her flowers?"

Miles blushes. "I was going to, but on my way I started thinking about what I was gonna say to her, 'cause that's the most important part and flowers just seemed cheesy... Also, the flower place was closed."

You look over at him, sounding touched. "You were gonna get me flowers?"

"Ye-Yeah. I can still go get them, if you want."

You shake your head, looking back down at the table. "No, that's okay. You don't have to."

Peter looks from you, to Miles, then back to you, then back to Miles, seeing nothing but blushes and the first hints of teenage love. "Alright, stop being adorable, or I'm gonna puke all over the table. Or just kiss already. But preferably when I'm not sitting right in front of you."

"Oh, we already did," you say casually. Peter nearly coughs up his drink.

Miles grins. "Twice."

"I never told you to — you know, what? Fine. Sure. Great. Back to business..."

Peter -
"Hey, Miles, how are you?" you ask into the phone, walking down the busy Brooklyn street.

"I'm good," he replies simply. He doesn't elaborate further, which is odd for him. Every time you call him — at least once a week — he's usually quick to launch into a story about something that happened since your last call.

"So how's school?" you prompt. You think that he's probably not saying much due to something pertaining to his new school. You can't even count the number of times he's complained and ranted to you about how much he doesn't want to go and how frustrated he is with his parents — your aunt and uncle — for sending him.

You hear him talking to someone else, but you can't tell what he's saying. Finally, he puts the phone back to his mouth, "Oh, school? Yeah, it's fine."

"Have you talked to that girl again?" you ask. He'd told you about a girl he met the last time you called. He asked for advice on how to talk to her, though he mentioned his Uncle Aaron (not your dad; you're on his mother's side of the family) had already given him an idea.

"Uh, yeah, I did. I tried doing what Uncle Aaron told me to, and it didn't work out very well. I'll tell you the whole story later."

Your brows furrow. "Oh, are you busy right now?"

"I'm just, uh, I'm eating breakfast."

"So, you're at home?"

"No, I'm at a restaurant." He tells you which one.

You look at the street sign you're currently walking towards. "I'm literally a block away from there right now."

You hear him talking to someone else again, then a different voice talking to him. Then, he asks, "Do you want to come eat with us?"

You turn towards the restaurant. "Us?"

"I meant this guy last night-"

"What?!"

"Relax. You can come meet him!" He says this last part excitedly.

You sigh, speed-walking the rest of the way to the restaurant. "I'm about to walk in right now. I'll see you in a second."

You hang up, put your phone in your pocket, then reach the doors and open one. You spot Miles immediately, though the man he's sitting across from is slightly blocking your view. They're both leaned forward, whispering to each other. Miles sees you and leans back, smiling. "Hey!"

You sit down next to him. "Hi, Miles." Then, you turn to the man across from him, looking at him suspiciously. "Who are you?"

He holds his hands up in surrender, one of them holding a fry. "Woah, woah, woah, there's no need to interrogate me." He lowers his hands. "Your cousin over there already did."

You turn to Miles. "Explain."

So, he does. He starts from the spider bite, then goes all the way up to you walking in. The man — Peter B. Parker — butts in on occasion.

"I told him you said you were a block away, and he said to invite you to eat with us because he wanted to meet you," Miles finishes.

You look at Peter, a brow quirked. "You wanted to meet me?"

Peter shrugs a little. "What can I say? Miles said you were around my age, and I thought, 'Why not? Let's make this adventure a little more interesting.'"

"Well, am I interesting enough for you?" you quip. Almost absentmindedly, you reach over and take a fry from his plate and eat it.

He chuckles. "Jokes on you, sweetheart. You're paying for that."

You roll your eyes, then take another fry. "Oh, so that's why you wanted to meet me: You're broke. Very attractive."

Peter shakes his head a little. "Oh, no, it was a little more than that. Miles mentioned you before you called, actually, and he made you sound like a real gem. The question is: Are you actually one?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Actually, I would."

You smirk. "That could be arranged."

He smirks, too, leaning forward. "Oh, could it?"

"Yes." You lean forward, too. "But it won't be."

He sighs and leans back in his seat.

Miles looks between the two of you multiple times, then there's a pause. "What just happened?"

Peter takes another bite of his burger. "The exact opposite of what I wanted."

"Didn't you say you were divorced?" Miles suddenly asks him.

You look at him with interest. "Oh, really?" you tease.

Peter rolls his eyes. "Yes, I am, does it matter?"

Miles shrugs. "Well, I mean, that kinda means you aren't that good with relationships-"

"N-No, that wasn't — no. I am plenty good at relationships, kid. Stay out of it; the adults are talking."

"No, the adults are not," you reply. "There's only one adult here, and she's done with this conversation. So, subject change: The goober. What do you plan to do about that?"

Peter launches into his 'well-thought-out' plan, informing you that you can't come along because you don't have any spider abilities and could get hurt and/or hinder the whole operation.

You reluctantly agree and pay the bill as Peter and Miles start to head off for the bus stop. You stop them and pull Peter aside by his jacket, getting close to him, half-whispering a threat so Miles won't hear. "If he gets hurt, no web, no spider-sense — nothing — will be able to save you from me. Understand?"

He nods. "I got it. I'll protect him, promise." You step back from him, and he turns to go, but then turns back around. "So, if I bring him back in one piece, would you, maybe, consider going on a date with me?"

You roll your eyes. "Absolutely not."

He bites his lip, thinking. "Could I at least get your number?"

"Are you-?"

"Just in case something goes wrong," he hurriedly adds.

"You just promised me nothing would!"

"And nothing will," he says, attempting to reassure you. "It's for... just in case."

You sigh and reluctantly write your number on the back of a receipt in your bag, seeing as he doesn't have a phone with him. "Please try not to lose that. Miles has it, too, though, if you do — and it's on a cellphone. Keep him safe at all costs, and remember: You or him need to call me when it's over and let me know he's okay."

"What, no concern for my well-being?"

"Minimal."

Peter gives you a pointed look. "Without me, Miles would have no idea what to do."

"Then don't be stupid," you reply, rolling your eyes. "Now hurry up and go before you miss the bus."

He chuckles, then salutes you as he walks away. "Yes, ma'am."

You grimace, wrinkling your nose. "Don't call me that. Makes me feel old."

////

Miles called you when it was all over, telling you what happened. He said that he, Peter, and Gwen (who is also a Spider-person from another dimension) were going to May Parker's house and that you shouldn't worry about him. "I'll call you soon, okay?"

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Only an hour later, you get another call. You answer it without even looking at the Caller ID, thinking it's Miles. Before you can say anything, the person on the other end says, "I need you."

You stop. Miles has said that to you over the phone before a few times, but that voice definitely isn't Miles'. It's Peter's. "Peter? What happened?"

"Miles just ran away."

"He what?"

Peter begins to try to calm you down. "Okay, don't freak out. He learned a lot today, so he's not totally defenseless, and I don't think he would go anywhere dangerous. I just... would like for him to not be alone in Brooklyn."

You're already putting on your shoes, your phone on speaker as you look up May Parker's address. People have found it in order to lay Spiderman-related things on her lawn. "Why did he run away?" you ask.

Peter explains how they found three other Spider-people in Peter Parker's secret Spider lair, and how they bombarded Miles with tests and decided he wasn't ready. "He's not ready. He'd get seriously hurt. But we were... a little insensitive about it."

You switch off speaker mode and put the phone back to your ear as you begin heading to May's house. "While you do have a point, you're an idiot."

"As I've been told."

"I'm on my way right now. I'm going to call him."

"Okay."

With that, he hangs up, leaving you to call Miles. You do — five times — but he doesn't answer. All you can do is go to May's house and hope he'll show back up.

When you arrive, everyone is in the living room. "He's not here, is he?"

Peter shakes his head. "I'm sorry."

"Well, at least you taught him something before he ran off." You sit down on the arm of the couch, crossing your arms out of nervousness. You look around the room, trying to occupy yourself. You spot a blonde girl with part of her head shaved standing near the wall. "You're Gwen, aren't you?"

She starts, looking over at you. "Oh, yeah, I am."

"Miles mentioned you."

Her face turns red. "H-He did?"

Peter half-jogs over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Maybe let's not embarrass him while he's not even here."

You sigh, not even shrugging him off, which he finds surprising. "Yeah, you're right." It's quiet for a while, save the other Spider-people quietly murmuring in the background. Finally, you pull out your phone. "I'm gonna try calling him again."

You do, and, again, he doesn't answer. May sits down next to you, placing a hand over yours. "I know what's it's like to wait for a son you think might never come back."

"Oh, he's not my son," you say quietly.

"Peter wasn't my son, either, but he might as well have been." She sighs. "I waited for him often, and, no matter how many times I did, I always thought the worst. And then it finally happened..." This brings tears to your eyes, but May continues. "This time, though, I think your worst fears are wrong. Don't lose hope, dear. He'll be alright."

Peter, while listening to May, had absentmindedly began gently rubbing your back in order to comfort you. You hardly noticed, though it did comfort you a little.

Soon after, the front door practically busted open as Miles ran in, shouting something about Uncle Aaron and Prowler. You ran and hugged him immediately, while Peter asked him if he was followed.

He was.

The moment Prowler shows up, everyone gets ready to fight. You push Miles behind you and kick Prowler square in the chest. He stumbles back, more shocked than anything. Before he can retaliate, Peter grabs you and Miles and pushes you both out of the way. He shoots webs at Prowler. May tells him and the other villains to take it outside. They don't listen to her, which turns out to be quite unfortunate for them.

Miles runs, and Peter finds time to grab you and literally carry you out of the house. He sets you down behind the fence in the backyard. "Get as far away as you can, I'll call you when it's over, Miles will be fine. Promise."

With that, he's gone, and, after a moment's hesitation, you run. They'll be fine. You have to believe that. You'll just be in the way; you can't do anything.

Later, after the fight, Miles calls you and tells you about his Uncle Aaron's death. You find him at home and comfort him, also talking with your aunt and uncle for a while.

After leaving, you begin to walk back to your home. However, you see a red and blue streak swinging through the air, and it soon stops in front of you.

You move around him and continue walking, leaving him to walk beside you. "I'm surprised you're actually swinging around instead of taking the bus."

"Yeah, well, it was a short distance." You chuckle, but don't reply. After a few moments, he says, "So, I helped save your kid. That deserves a date, doesn't it?"

You roll your eyes, almost laughing. "And when do you expect to go on this 'date'?"

"I was thinking within the next few hours. 'Cause, you know, I'm gonna die soon." As if on cue, he glitches.

You sigh. "That's precisely why I want to say no to this 'date'."

"Wait, that's why?" he says. "Not because of my five o'clock shadow or my sheer lack of a sense of responsibility?"

"Well, I don't think that second part is really true anymore, and, no, your five o'clock shadow has not influenced my answer." You turn serious. "You have to go home, preferably soon. Why go on a date if it can't possibly go anywhere? It'd just make parting so much worse."

He nods a little, seemingly impressed. "That was kinda deep."

You snort lightly. "Thank you."

He sighs, then stops, causing you to stop, too. "Y/N, I... I said before, over the phone, that I need you." You nod, indicating you remember. "I meant it then, and I mean it now."

"Peter-"

"Miles said before that I was divorced."

Quietly, you say, "Yeah..."

"I married MJ, just like the Peter Parker from here. But then life started falling apart, my Aunt May died, and I was terrified of having kids. MJ wanted them. We got divorced." He pauses, runs a hand through his hair. "I've been a mess since. Everything seemed pointless. I didn't know what to do. And then I got pulled here, and it was the best thing that's ever happened to me.

"You and Miles... You helped me so much. I mean, you with the way you talked to me — telling me what to do, making sure I do it, all that. May used to talk to Ben that way, when I was little. MJ never really got a chance to talk to me that way. But you did. And now I think I'm starting to see Miles as a son, so doesn't that mean we're basically married?"

To his surprise, you step forward, cup his cheek, then kiss him gently. "I suppose there are other versions of us, somewhere out there, that are married right now. So we'll just have to remember that what could've been is, even if it's in another dimension." 

Peter sighs. "But it could never be here."

You shake your head a little, still speaking quietly. "No, it can't. But when you get back to where you belong — and you will, because you're going to let Miles help you — you can talk to MJ again. Work it out, get a happy ending."

He sighs. "Maybe."

You step back, much to his dismay. "Go save the world, Parker. And protect my 'son' while you're at it."

He smiles, saluting you as he walks away. "You got it."

////

Kingpin has been defeated, and Miles was the reason for it (well, mostly). The other Spider-people are gone, including Peter. You've never been more proud, and the news reporting Spiderman's victories every night only heightens that feeling.

You're also sad, thinking about what could've been. Wondering how the you in the other dimension is doing, being with Peter. Probably wanting to rip her hair out right now, you think, chuckling.

Suddenly, a portal opens up beside you, causing you to back away from it abruptly. You almost reach for your phone to call Miles, but then Peter B. Parker pokes his head through, grinning. "Hi. I was just wondering... you still up for that date?"