SO I WROTE IT. THEY’RE SO…… (also threw in hobie and pav bc i love the arachkids and i WILL make them have weekly movie nights together)
Gwen thinks they could be miles apart and she could still pick him out of any crowd. They’re surrounded by civilians and officers, flashing lights and loud voices and the wailing of sirens adding to the chaos. Her feet have barely touched the ground after her last sweep of the abandoned building when she spots him — nodding to an older woman, lenses curved upwards like the moon. She knows he’s grinning.
The woman pats his hand before hobbling off and when Miles looks up, all he sees is her.
Unconsciously, Gwen feels the tension seep from her shoulders. She’d seen flashes of him throughout the skirmish, the two of them weaving around each other, trading off clearing the path of destruction with the actual fight itself. But it’s over, and he’s there, and suddenly he’s right in front of her.
Without a word, Gwen pushes herself up onto her tiptoes and presses her forehead to his.
She feels Miles relax into the touch. They’d fallen into this routine by accident; a way to reassure both themselves and the other that their partner is okay, especially when it’s not safe enough to take off their masks. After the first few times, it’d become a thing.
Miles’ exhale fans across Gwen’s mask and she shivers. They’re both unscathed yet the habit persists and she sighs when a hand winds around her lower back.
“Nice form on that backflip-kick,” Gwen murmurs, “you’ll have to teach it to me sometime.”
Miles chuckles. “It’s a date. Ready to get out of here?”
“Please. Pav’s gonna kill us if we’re late again and I need to shower.”
Making an offended sound she shoves at him lightly. Miles laughs, loud and clear, holding up his hands in mock-surrender. “Hey, I’m just agreeing! You said it first.”
Last time he’d teased her that she’d stunk post-battle, Gwen had smirked dangerously and ripped off her mask to rub her cheek all over his, making him gag and try to push her away, the two of them slapping at each other and laughing until he started hiccuping. They’d been late to movie night at Hobie’s because of it and Pav had wagged his finger at them good-naturedly and threatened to uninvite them to the next even while trying not to laugh along with them. Feet kicked over the arm of the couch, Hobie had jeered.
They land on top of a building a block away; Gwen taps at her watch. “See you in ten?”
“Chips, I know,” she rolls her eyes. “Trust me, I won’t be making that mistake again. See you soon!”
She leans in to rub her nose against his, another little thing they can do in their masks without compromising their identities, and Miles hums contemplatively when she pulls away. “Y’know, I have a sneaking suspicion that missing hoodie is gonna make a reappearance tonight.”
Gwen steps into the portal backwards with a shrug.
“Someone’s awful confident.”
When Gwen falls asleep on his shoulder halfway through the movie, effectively swamped in said missing hoodie, Miles just kisses the top of her head before resting his cheek there and inches down the couch a few inches so she’ll be more comfortable. On her other side, Hobie wrinkles his nose at the display but gently tucks in the blanket around her legs.
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