*WARNING: THIS SERIES WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS TO INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE ALL THE WAY THROUGH!*

First part of a Miles Morales x Reader series requested by imagination_freak_

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For the longest time, the backs of your hands had two different names etched into your skin. 

On the left, Miles Morales.

One the right, Spider-Man. 

The only way to cover up what your hands said was by wearing sleeves that covered your palms but had the spaces cut out for your fingers, or by wearing gloves. Everyone wore them, because it was the only way to keep other peoples' eyes from seeing the names of the two most important people in your life.

Your left hand had the name of your soulmate. The person that, if you were lucky, you would spend the rest of your life with. You'd hoped to find him one day.

On your right hand was the name of the person that was meant to be your enemy. You never wanted to meet this Spider-Man, but you felt like it was bound to happen anyway, because you were born into a family where being the bad guy was the only option.

Your father was the city's newest Prowler, after Kingpin's first guy failed him, and you were his sidekick. You didn't have a name yet, but Kingpin promised you that the moment you did what he wanted and impressed him, you would get a name so memorable that every hero in New York - every Avenger, every Spider-Man - they would all fear you.

You needed that name.

So every night, you followed your dad out into the city and did whatever Kingspin wanted. Sometimes it was stealing things, but usually it was doing the thing you dreaded most:

Hunting down Spider-Man and killing him. 

Tonight, you and your father started scoping out the bad neighborhoods, where Spider-Man was rumored to be staying. You stayed on the rooftop as your father checked out the alleyways in between the houses, keeping an eye out for any passing shadows in the night.

Time passed by slowly, and you really wanted to just get home and work on the stupid Chemistry homework that was just laying on your desk, untouched. You were wasting time here, because nothing was out here, and you were just chasing rumors-

Suddenly, a flash of something in the corner. You ducked down, seeing the shape of a person swinging around the street.

You grabbed the Walkie Talkie that you were carrying. "Dad! Dad!" you hissed. "Third Street - he's here!"

"On it," he said. 

You watched silently from the rooftop as Spider-Man's silhouette moved across the sky. You were so intent in your watching, that you weren't aware of the way both of your hands softly tingled.

//

The next day at school was a nightmare.

There was a schedule change and suddenly you had to be flipped to a Chemistry class that was in the morning, rather than one that was in the late afternoon. And now your homework was due and you totally didn't have it done. 

You took your new seat which was in the middle of the classroom. You pulled out the worksheet and looked at the last half that you were too tired to finish. 

You groaned. You had no idea what to fill in for the last half... plus your hand was itching and burning, and it was seriously getting on your nerves-

"Hey, need help with that?"

You turned and saw a boy with huge brown eyes, pointing at the paper in front of you. 

And your head was suddenly filled with only one thought: MILES.

His eyes widened and you could tell that he was feeling this, too. You took a glance at his notebooks - they all had the name Miles Morales written on them. You didn't really need the confirmation, but there it was.

"I don't think... I need help anymore," you whispered. "It's not really that important."

"No, it's not," he said. He inched closer to you and smiled nervously. "Y-You're..." He pointed to you and shook his head, breathing in disbelief. "Wow."

"Yeah," you said. "Miles-"

At the same time, he said, "____-"

You grinned. "This is unreal."

"Yeah... it kinda is. Out of all the weird things that happened in my life, this is probably the weirdest... and honestly, the best."

You glanced at the clock. Three minutes until class was starting.

"Do you want to leave? So we can talk?"

"You mean ditch class?" he murmured. 

You laughed. "Uh, yeah." You grabbed your books.

He started getting his stuff together. "You do this kind of stuff?"

"Who doesn't?" you asked. "Come on!"

You both hurried out of class and started walking side by side. 

"So, do you want to tell me about yourself?" he asked. 

"Uh, sure. I can." You played with your hair as you thought. "So, uh... I started going here about a year ago... I don't really like it here, but you know. You can't argue with where your parents put you, I guess. Um, I like to try new foods and I'm an artist-"

"Whoa, hold on. You're an artist?" he asked. "No way. Me too!"

"Uh, yeah, I'm a painter," you said.

He seemed so happy when you said that. He stopped you, putting his hands on your arms. "Look, I want to show you something, okay?"

"Okay," you said, laughing nervously. 

He took you outside of the school and down an alley. When he shrugged off his backpack and opened it, he starting pulling out cans of spray paint.

"What color do you want?" he asked. 

"Uh, I don't know - red?" 

"Good choice," he said, beaming up at you. He handed you a can of paint. 

"Uh... Miles? I've never tried spray paint, I'm not so sure that I'm-"

"Hey, it's okay, I'll teach you. We're soulmates, aren't we?" He seemed so excited as he stood up and shook his can. He nodded at you, telling you to do the same. "Follow my lead. We'll make something cool."

On the brick wall in front of you, Miles started to spray two different colors. He nodded at you, and you starting spraying as well, doing the same thing that he was doing.

"That's it! See, you're a natural!" he exclaimed. 

You looked at him and smiled. "Are we actually making something here?"

"Yeah, you'll see," he said. 

//

Fifteen minutes later, he touched your arm. 

"Okay," he said, "step back."

You did. 

"See that?" he asked, gesturing to the wall with his paint can.

On the wall were two names - a red one that spelled his name and a purple one that spelled yours. They were looped together.

"See? 'Cause you and I... we're together now." He looked at you.

You were looking at it in such awe. 

"I love it, Miles," you said. "It's perfect."

"Yeah," he said. "I think it is."

You finally looked at Miles, who leaned against the wall on the other side of the alley. He looked down at your hands and then held out his own, palm up.

You intertwined your fingers with his.

"My dad is gonna kill me once I start taggin' this all around town," he whispered. 

You laughed, putting your other hand on the inside of his arm. You stepped closer to him. 

It was comfortable and it was right, and you had never felt more complete. You weren't one of those girls that believed that you needed a guy to be complete, but your life had never felt this complete.

You were too distracted to notice that every time you touched him, your right hand tingled, too.