Helloooooo! For the writing prompts thing could you do 5 with lee!Spot and ler!Miles? :]
(Btw your art of him is just 👨🏻🍳🤌🏻💋)
Spot was getting really sick of losing. He strained against the webs he was caught in, head thunking against the wall behind him.
"What, am I getting a citation on loitering? Am I- Am I not allowed to exist in public anymore, what's up with this? You're just catching people walking around now, is that illegal?"
Sure, maybe Spot started the fight, technically speaking, but Spiderman approached him! He wasn't going to just not defend himself preemptively when his nemesis comes running for him!
Spiderman shrugged, casually sauntering over. He just had to be cocky about it...
"You looked like you were casing some joints. I saw you looking into windows."
"it's called window shopping. I really am not allowed to be in public, anymore!"
"Not if your reaction to seeing me is to immediately start flailing and throwing portals around! Like, come on. I was going to ask how you were doing, too, very presumptuous of you to assume I wanted to fight."
"Of course you want to fight! We're nemeses! We're two sides of a coin, the other's opposite, we are the reason and cause of the other's existence, we- don't yawn!"
Miles held a hand to his mouth, lifting a finger up as he yawned. Spot's shoulders slouched. He glared at Spiderman as much as he could with the lack of eyeballs.
"Sorry, sorry, late night of fighting crime last night. Anyway, I'm pretty sure you're planning something, so you might as well cough up your plans or abandon them. Because I'll defeat you anyway but prevention is easier than cleaning up your messes."
"I'm not planning anything. And even if I was, I wouldn't tell you! That's the last thing I'd do."
Miles clicked his teeth, crossing his arms at Spot.
"You wouldn't? I have ways of making you talk, ya know."
"As if. What are you going to do, annoy me to death?"
Miles let out a laugh. He waggled a finger at Spot as he approached him, voice filled with sarcasm.
"Haha, "annoy to death" that's a good one. Nooo, I was thinking... Something like this."
Miles grabbed Spots sides, rapidly squeezing them. The reaction was pretty instantaneous, Spot yelping and squirming in his webby restraints. Miles was careful not to break any of the webbing as his moved his hands to squeeze up and down Spot's sides. He burst into laughter with little restraint, shaking his head frantically.
"Really? Why are you laughing then? Oooh, is there something on my face?"
Miles chuckled, fingers crawling up Spot's sides. He dragged his hands back down, going over his belly instead. Spot squealed, making Miles laugh.
"Oh my god, you're so sensitive! No wonder you're called Spot. You're just a bundle of tickle spots."
"SHUHUHUT UP!!"
"Rude. Hey, do you feel anything when...?"
Miles trailed off, eyeing up a portal on Spot's stomach. He moved a hand across, tracing the rim of it before scratching along the side, surprised there was actually a feasible "edge" to touch. What's more, Miles could see the other side in a different portal, his fingers JUST poking through. Was he tickling Spot in two different places using one hand? Considering the way Spot was writhing, Miles would guess so.
"Wow. You're at a major disadvantage. You might as well cough up the plans."
"NEHEHEVER!"
"So you admit you DO have plans!"
"DAHAMMIT-! THAT'S CHEATING! YOU'RE CHEHEHEATING- NONONO DON'T DO THAHAHAHAT!"
Spot thrashed around all the more as Miles used a miniscule amount of his venom strike against Spot's portals, chuckling as the sparks flickered between portals in a weird way. Miles shot a few extra webs when the frantic movements caused a few webs to snap.
"Due you are crazy ticklish. I've gotta use this against you more often, fights would go by way quicker."
"NO!"
Miles was about to use his second hand to do much the same thing as the first, making it twice as brutal. Unfortunately, portals started popping up everywhere. Including under Miles. He yelped as he felt through, ending up tumbling onto the streets below and into a wall. He shook his head as the portal disappeared. Oh, Spot will pay for that trick. He shot his webs up flinging himself to the wall and running up it. He leapt onto the rooftop, ready to go straight for Spot.
Unfortunately, in the mere moments Miles had been away, he had gotten lose. Spiderman shot at him to stop him from fully freeing himself but Spot quickly reacted wig a portal, sending the webbing shooting right back at Miles' face. He pulled the webbing off, running forward just as Spot pulling himself free from the last of the webbing, falling back into a portal.
"No-!"
And he was gone. Dammit! Miles groaned as he stopped in front of the wall, putting a hand to it. He let him get away again! That slippery son of a...
Oh well. Miles new the street Spot was planning to visit. He'll find him and put a stop to whatever petty theft he was planning. And he'll have fun with it too, now he knew Spot's weakness.
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