Peter B. has visited Miles a couple times now, since his sudden arrival back in his universe, along with his child, MayDay. Usually, they met up on patrols, with a few rare occasions of him showing up at Miles apartment. (Which had resulted in lots of questioning from Rio, Miles’s mother.)
Right now, they were chilling on top of a random building after hitting up a burger joint—as Peter dangled his legs off the side, on his phone. As the sun shined down on Brooklyn, the familiar sounds of traffic and people filled the space between them.
He’d spent a few minutes obsessively scrolling through his camera roll and showing Miles pictures of his daughter, but by now he’d calmed down to content silence, munching on his fries and just…enjoying the moment.
Until he found something during his scrolling. Peter paused, a grin slowly forming on his face.
He held up his phone for view, on it displayed a YouTube video—with the title,
‘Spider-Man #2 regrets baby powder endorsement’.
Don’t tell Peter this or he’ll get sad- but the only reason Miles puts up with him is because he favor Mayday.
…jk, obviously. Peter is goated. But don’t tell him that either or he’ll be all up in Miles’ space and be all sappy and stuff.
Miles stifled a laugh at the thought of Peter B. Parker giving puppy eyes to rival those of Mayday’s, and drank from his milkshake while listening to his playlist, looking down at his city- his people.
He took a deep breath and leaned back on one of his hands, watching contentedly as people walked by and went about their day. He loved people-watching…yeah, no, that sounded so weird. Its a good thing thoughts stay on the inside of the brain and not-
Miles turned to look at Peter and took out his earbud. “Whats wha-…how did you find that…”
Miles grimaced at the reminder of his failed baby powder promotion, the thought alone making him cringe.
