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đ´Â  đđžÂ  đđ˝đłđ´đđđđ°đ˝đł:  to become part of a team is akin to a disassembling of oneself.  for tony, at least.  a perfect birfurcation of head and heart; everything that comprises him surrendered like so much  easy camraderie. an avengers identicard contains a satellite gps chip, invulnerable to all current forms of technological interference / ill - intention / or mere obstruction. itâs not that tony doesnât  empathize with the need for privacy, but with a lineup of heroes and champions whose median age is an approximate twelve-and-a-half, knowing the exact location of all his avengers has proven to be  inexhaustibly necessary.  if not for his own peace of mind, then for the mothers and fathers and family that these kids need to go home to, in one piece, whole and safe, at the end of every battle.Â
in the  unspoken language that most superheroes and vigilantes and other caped and masked figures have, brooding alone on a rooftop tends to be a universal warning to be left alone. for one miles morales, tony understands this to mean something  very different. call it misplaced paternal sentiment. call it gratuitous. but heâs not leaving this rooftop without something more than a casual hey. Â
â   hey, kiddo.  you mind if i sit  ?   â   the edges of his boots gleam in the scattered city-lights and skyline coming to life in the dark, waiting for miles to grant his permission.
      an important thing to remember about miles morales : being on a team is still something heâs getting used to. the effort of maintaining a secret identity from the greater amount of the people, namely his mother, has limited the size of his â team spidey â to ganke and, on occasion, his father. so, being a member of a team of this size or, really, this caliber â the AVENGERS is something entirely new to him. to his credit, the newest spider-man has acclimated well to these new conditions, or at least, thatâs what he likes to think. itâs kind of like having a giant group project â just without the one person doing all the work. though, he had to say that the benefits of having a unified fort of allies â friends who all knew where he was coming from, in a way, is greatly appreciated.
      so, it should come to no surprise that, with his chin still resting on his knees, he rocks his head with a slight nod in confirmation. â yeah, sure. youâre cool. â
      for a moment more, he regress back into his silence. his gaze remains on the bustling street below && its lights dance from one sign to the next, almost blinding. on the bridge of his nose, his mask curls ; a soft sigh brushes past his lips. with it, the breath seems to alleviate a heavy load from his chest. it is then when he shifts his gaze toward the iron-clad man ; a smile ( small && lethargic ) hangs from his lips, â let me guess, you were just passing by ? â
