"And I don't want your pity, I just want somebody near me. Guess I'm a coward, I just want to feel alright. And I know no one will save me, I just need someone to kiss. Give me one good honest kiss, And I'll be alright."
~Mitski

3rd Person's POV

Captain Stacy frowns as he sits across from one of his officers, "You got a description?"

"Well, no. He wears a mask."

"A mask?"

The officer nods and flips through his notebook, "Yeah, and most of his victims are suspects, some of them with serious rap sheets. They're calling him a vigilante."

Captain Stacy scoffs, "Okay, he's not a vigilante. He's an anarchist."

"Who's an anarchist?"

Captain Stacy turns around quickly to see his adopted daughter standing behind him.

"Mila... What are you doing here?"

Mila holds up a bag of food with a beaming smile, "Mom asked me to pick you up something on my way home since she knows that you probably haven't eaten since this morning."

The officer laughs as he looks at Mila, "Well Mrs. Stacy is Right. Captain here has been running like a headless chicken all day. Didn't even eat one donut yet."

Mila gasps frantically making George roll his eyes, "Not one? How dare you."

George looks at the officer and frowns, "Don't you have work to do."

The officer chuckles and tilts his hat to Mila before leaving. George points for the chair across from his desk before closing his office door. Mila sits down and places the food on his desk. After closing the door, George sits and begins to go through the bag.

"How was your day?"

Mila sighs, "It was okay. School was a drag as always. I went to the mall with Cora and Blair... that was fun."

George nods as he bites into a burger, "Don't tell your mother I'm eating this."

Mila chuckles, "Do I ever. She told me to bring you a nice salad."

George frowns shaking his head, "The woman thinks I'm a rabbit."

Mila shrugs with a smile, "Yeah and you guys ask why I'm never at dinner anymore."

George chuckles before frowning as he sees Mila's necklace, "Have you applied for any colleges yet? I know your mother, Aspen, would be very disappointed if you wait until the last minute... or don't go at all."

Mila sighs sadly as she thinks about her real mother, "I know... and yes I have. Just waiting for their answer."

George nods looking at his watch, "It's getting late. You got the car?"

"No Phillip drove us to the mall, then he dropped me off and left."

George swears glancing out the window at the night sky. He wipes his mouth with a napkins before going into his drawer. He pulls out a taser and pepper spray, then hands it to Mila who stares at it with wide eyes.

"Uhhh..."

"Head home now before it gets later. Use those if you need to. I'm on speed dial and will hurry if anything happens."

"Dad I've walked home before. Also how do you know you're on speed dial."

George laughs uncomfortably as he watches Mila raise an eyebrow, "I may have gotten a hacker to put me on speed dial for all the family's phones."

Mila laughs shaking her head, "Oh geez you're crazy. Alright I'll see you at home."

"Be careful."

"I always am."

...

Peter drops behind a car thief as he tries to brake into a car. He stands in his customized spandex suit dressed as Spider-Man.

"Ahem, you know, in the future, if you're gonna steal cars, don't dress like a car thief, man."

The car thief jumps in fright before turning around to see Spider-Man, "What, are you a cop?"

"Really? You seriously think I'm a cop? Cop in a skintight red and blue suit? You know, you're... you're... you got a mind of true scholar, sir."

Mila walks nearby the two. She freezes as she glances over to see a man dressed in all black and another in a spandex suit at the car park. Standing behind the fence, she stays put and just watches the mysterious red and blue figure.

"I was going more for the guys who do the luge. Good thinking, good thinking. Get the window, get out of the window, there you go, you got it!"

The car thief pulls a knife on Peter, "Just let me go."

Spider-Man backs away with his hands up, "Is that a knife? Is that a real knife?"

Mila laughs as Spider-Man falls on his knees, pretending to be afraid.

The car thief scoffs, "Yes, it's a real knife."

"My weakness, it's small knives."

"Just let me go."

"Anything, but knives!"

Suddenly, Peter shoots his web-shooter capturing the hand of the thief holding the knife.

"Oh, it's so simple. That was cool, man."

"What the hell is this?"

"Webbing that I developed myself. I don't think you really wanna know anymore right now."

"Come on! Let me go!"

Spider-Man shoots his web-shooter again capturing the thief's other hand in a web.

"Okay, one second! One second!"

Mila holds her hand over her mouth as she continues to laugh at the funny man in the suit. Spider-Man pretends to sneeze and shoot another web which lands in the middle of the thief's crotch.

Spider-Man suddenly freezes hearing a laugh from behind the fence. He points over without even looking.

"I see you. You can come out."

Mila steps from behind the fence. She disregards the fact that the man sounding somewhat a little familiar because of the fact that she was actually standing in front of a real life superhero. She thought this only happened in comic books and movies.

Peter inwardly frowns as he notices Mila come into view. But then he smiles as he sees her holding a taser along with pepper spray. He definitely didn't want anything happening to her. If it did, he would forever be broken.

Mila stands in front of the suites man and gives an interested stare, "Who... are you?"

"Spider-Man."

"Spider man? That's different... cool. So you like a superhero or something?"

Spider-Man chuckles as he thinks back to why he even started stopping criminals. For his own need to find the man who killed his Uncle.

"Something like that."

"Um excuse me. Sorry to interrupt. Oh wait no I'm not! Come on, let me go!"

Spider-Man shoots web at the thief making Mila chuckle.

"That isn't funny!"

Mila shrugs, "It's kinda funny."

Spider-Man looks at the thief who looks baffled and shrugs, "What the lady said."

The car thief looks over at Mila and frowns, "Come on! Help!"

"Ssh!"

Spider-Man shoots another web which lands on the thief's mouth, shutting him up. He turns to Mila making her raise an eyebrow at him.

"Are you new to this hero thing? You must be..."

Spider-Man chuckles then shakes his head and becomes serious, "Yeah look its getting late. I need you to go home. It's not safe out at night for a girl like you."

Mila crosses her arms, "Like me?"

Peter realizes his mistake. He forgot how much of an attitude Mila had.

"I just meant... uh... beautiful?"

"Mhmm... you just saved yourself there buddy." Mila shakes her head and starts to turn away, "It's fine... I'm leaving. I guess I'll see you around..."

Spider-Man nods before watching her disappear. He then turns back to the thief who he had wrapped up in his web against the wall. He checks the thief's wrist for the star tattoo, but sees that hasn't got one.

"Well... This could have gotten a lot worse. Now, hold still."

Spider-Man cuts a hole in the web across the thief's mouth so that he can breath, at that moment a cop arrives on his bike.

"Oh, the boys in blue are here! I got him!"

As the cop arrives, he points his gun at Spider-Man, "Freeze! You in the tights, don't move!"

Spider-Man looks at him in awe, "You serious?"

"Who are you?"

Spider-Man throws up his hands as he moves towards the cop, "No one seems to grasp the concept of the mask."

"Freeze!"

The cop starts shooting at Spider-Man, which Spider-Man easily dodges and then grabs his gun.

"I just did eighty percent of your job! Huh? That's how you repay me?"

When the rest of the police arrive, Spider-Man makes a run for it. When Captain Stacy arrives to the scene he frowns looking at the officers who failed to capture Spider-Man.

"Thirty-eight of New York's finest, versus one guy in a unitard. Am I correct?"

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑎'𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑎'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑑?

𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛, ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑎?