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"𝗦𝗼 ?"

"So.."

You and Miles have been sitting in a five minute long stalemate. The room was dead silent ever since your friends walked out to leave the two of you alone. Miles said he had to talk to you, though you were going to already pull him to the side to ask him about why his reaction to calling the cops was the way it was. 

I mean you weren't the most trusting of the cops either but you were literally stuck to your ceiling. And on top of that, how did he know that relaxing was the key to coming down from the ceiling ?

"Are you gonna talk or-"

"I don't know where to start," he cuts you off, shoving one of his sweaty hands into his hoodie pocket and using the other to play with his curly hair, twisting his pointer finger around one strand.

"Anywhere and go off that."

This was the first time since your breakup the two of you were alone in a room to talk so you could slightly understand his nerves. Each of you were sitting on opposite ends of your bed, him all the way at the end corner and you where the headboard was, curling your legs up to your chest. You laid your head down on the top of your knee caps as you waited and just as you were about to speak to rush him, he blurted out a sentence you never thought you'd hear in a million years. "I'm Spider-Man."

You sucked your teeth, getting annoyed by his playfulness for the situation. "Miles stop fuckin' playing so much."

"I'm not !" His voice raised in both volume and pitch as he shot his arms up in defense.

"Okay even if you were being serious, which you aren't, Spider-Man died like.. freshman year. And the nigga was WHITE."

"Referring to him as nigga and white in the same sentence is an oxymoron- Never mind that. I'm trying to tell you. I got bit by a spider and now I'm Spider-Man." You squinted your eyes at him. Was he telling the truth ? This would be a very stupid thing to lie about and on top of that, Miles can't lie for shit. So if he was making out some elaborate spidey lie, you would be able to see right through it. No questions asked. But right now you were having trouble not believing him, though you wanted to so badly. "I know it's a lot to believe but it's what I couldn't tell you before.. we.. you know-"

"We broke up," you say finishing his sentence.

"Yeah."

"So you mean to tell me we broke up because you're Spider-Man. That's the excuse you wanna use with me."

"Yeah ! Well other reasons-"

"Other reasons being that white bitch you were sneaking around with," you snarled. 

"White bi- You mean Gwen ?"

"Oh is that her name ?"

"I wish you'd let me explain that."

"Nothing to explain. Continue what you were saying." 

"Alright well anyways, the Spider-Man thing definitely contributed to it."

"Okay you clearly are playing some type of not funny joke so Imma figure it out on my own." You get up from your bed and grab his hand to escort him out.

"(y/n) could you stop being hardheaded this one time and wait ?!"

Been a while since he yelled at you so, mostly by shock, you stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him. "I can prove it to you right now."

"Oh really. Okay show me." Miles then went out the room to retrieve his backpack that he carried everywhere and pulled out a black Spider-Man suit that looked like the one the actual Spider-Man wore. "Is that it ?"

"Turn around and let me get changed."

"Just go to the bathroom or something."

"But then Gold and Rose would see me in this suit. Duh." You turned around, and faced your window that led to the fire escape. You heard as he shuffled to get the suit on, in a rush. You also heard as Miles tripped on something laying on your floor but managed to catch himself. "Okay turn."

You did as he said and was greeted with the sight of him in the costume. "Oh now I believe you !" you said sarcastically.

"Really ?"

"No negro."

He sighed with frustration and grabbed your hand , leading you out the window and up your fire escape so that you were now on the very high up roof of your apartment building. So high that the sight of how far down the street was made your stomach twist and churn. "Okay if I'm not Spider-Man, then when I jump from this building, I'll fall and die."

"That's correct." He started to walk to the edge of the colossal building and right as he got on top of the ledge, he turned to face you. "Okay Miles relax. You look insane."

"How else am I supposed to prove to you I'm telling the truth ?"

"I don't know but get down before you actually fall."

A devious grin grew on his face. "Oh do you actually care about me ?"

"Fuck off- oh my God !" Before you even got your first sentence Miles jumped off the building. You ran to the ledge to see but when you got there, you suddenly saw how he swung onto the even taller building that was neighboring your apartment building.

"See ? I told you !" he screamed as he made his way back onto the roof. You stood there, jaw nearly on the floor. "Believe me now ?"

"Do your webs like come out your body or-"

"No. Out of these," he replies showing you two gadgets around his wrist. He held them closer to you so that you could examine them further. You took Mile's wrist into your hand and pressed the button in the middle that you saw was used to shoot the webs out. You pressed it again to retract it.

"Hm," you responded before punching him. "Don't you ever do some shit like that again. I was worrie-" You noticed how protective you sounded over him and stopped yourself before you got carried away. This is how you used to lecture him while you were dating.

"You ? Worried about me ?"

You had to save yourself. "Don't flatter yourself. If you splatted on the concrete our friend group would've been an odd number."

Unsatisfied but your answer, Miles took you by the waist and began running with you, jumping off the ledge he just jumped from not too long ago. Out of instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. "MILES WHAT THE FUCK ?!" You screamed.

All he responded with was laughter as he continued swinging from building to building. You couldn't see though since your eyes were glued shut. You'd throw up if you looked down. However, though you couldn't see them, you could hear civilians on the street who spotted him swinging. Their cameras clicked and their cheers and various shouts were heard from far below. "Just open your eyes, (y/n) !"

Reluctantly, you began to pry your eyes open, greeted with the sight of the bustling city below. It was kind of beautiful. Your hold on him stayed tight but mentally, you loosened up, your head now gently against his shoulder. He noticed your relaxedness and you didn't see, but his smile grew from a mischievous one to a pure one. He'd never admit this to you now but even through everything, Miles still got chills from your touch alone. 

Eventually, he landed back where you both started. You stayed attached to his body for a moment after landing in attempt to readjust to your surroundings. After noticing that you were still hanging on, you laugh of embarrassment and get down, going straight into a criss cross applesauce position on the ground, in attempt to catch your breath. "You okay ?" Miles asks, sitting beside you. 

You suck your teeth, gently pushing his shoulder. "Dude not cool."

"I know ! I'm sorry..You had fun though right ?"

You shrugged. "Fun might not be the word but it was.. definitely an experience."

Miles chuckled to himself at how reluctant you still managed to be. And for a while the both of you just sat in a silent that was way more comfortable than the one earlier. That is, until you asked a question that remained on your mind since he first proved to you that he was in fact Spider-Man. "So.. what does you being Spider-Man have to do with what happened earlier ?"

Miles's breath hitched as he thought of the best way to answer your question without sending you into a frenzy. "What happened last night when you left ?" he asked, hoping to get more details so that he knew for sure the answer to your question. 

"Well Rose was drunk and had to pee so we walked like two blocks down. Then, she peed in an alleyway. That's really about it."

"Nothing out of the ordinary ? Maybe something concerning a spider or even chemical waste ?"

You started to shake your head 'no' before you remembered the arachnid incident from the night prior. "A spider bit me.. Why is that important ?"

"For someone so smart, you can be a little slow," he answered. "I think what happened to me might have happened to you.. and now.."

"Now what ?"

"Now I think that you might be Spider-Man- well not Spider-Man but something like that."

You laughed, hysterically for that matter. "You think I have some freaky spider powers now. Is that what I'm hearing ?" He nods, his straight face not straying from his face. Your laughing died down as you began to panic. "There's no way. Maybe what happened earlier was.. I dunno just a rare human instance."

"You sticking to the wall with a spider web like substance after being bitten by an alley spider is something you would only consider a rare human instance ? (y/n) be real."

"I need more proof, Miles."

There was literally no need for proof. Both you and him knew it but he allowed you to take the time that you needed. But since there was no way he was about to come up with a bunch of tests right now, he figured that you guys should go back down the fire escape into your room.  

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. By the time the sun finally set, you were all at a skate park. You, Miles, and Ray weren't the biggest skaters, so you decided to sit out as Gold, Rose, and Jamie skated around to their hearts' content. Jamie was teaching Gold how to do some type of trick, holding her hand a little and Rose was just riding around, making sure not to get into anyone's way considering how clumsy she can be. 

"Yo I got some paints. Wanna tag some shit ?" Ray asked, tapping Miles on the shoulder while shaking around his book bag. 

"For sure," he replied before looking over at you. Ever since earlier, you've been zoning out. Right now, you were staring at your hands, trying to focus on one thing at a time. Especially since your head was filled with loud thoughts and it seemed like your senses were heightened. It was enough to drive you crazy. "(y/n) ? You coming ?"

You look up at him, his voice startling you a little and nod. "Yeah sure," you respond quietly. 

You follow Ray and Miles to a dimly lit spot where a bunch of taggers were before. It miraculously had a few open spots left, considering how close it was to the skate park. Ray dumped out the cans of paint on the ground and collected some into his hands. You were still in some sort of daze that you couldn't even hear the heads up Ray had practically yelled at you because he was tossing a can to you. However, a tingling sensation in your body caused for your hand to react and catch the can he was throwing. 

Confused you look at the object now in your hand and looked back at Ray. "Where was the warning ?" you ask. 

"I screamed 'heads up'."

"Wait so if you didn't know he was throwing it how'd you catch it ?"Miles asked. 

"I dunno my body started tingling."