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𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. ⌗
『𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋-𝗆𝖺𝗇』 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ── .✦ 𝗐.𝖼. 700+
You had known Miles Morales since you were six years old.
Before the masks. Before the secrets. Before the city started whispering the name Spider-Man through apartment windows and subway stations.
Back then, he was just Miles — the boy who traded juice boxes with you at lunch and walked you home carrying your backpack because he claimed it “looked too heavy.” He was shy even then, all nervous smiles and soft laughs, but you always understood him better than anyone else.
Which is why you noticed the changes first.
The way he’d stare out windows like he was listening to something far away.
“Miles,” you said one evening while sitting on the fire escape outside his bedroom, “you’ve been acting weird for months.”
He nearly choked on his soda. “Weird how?”
“You vanish randomly. You text me at three in the morning saying stuff like ‘sorry, had to do something.’ And you keep showing up hurt.”
“You fell down the stairs three times this week?”
“They’re dangerous stairs.”
You snorted. “You’re a terrible liar.”
The city lights reflected in his brown eyes as he looked away, fingers tapping nervously against the soda can. Miles always got fidgety when he was hiding something from you.
“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” you asked quietly.
His expression softened immediately. “Always.”
But he still didn’t tell you.
Not until two weeks later.
Rain poured across Brooklyn while you waited under the corner store awning for Miles to meet you after school. Your umbrella had snapped inside out fifteen minutes ago, and your shoes were soaked through.
You checked your phone again.
A crash somewhere down the street.
Before you could react, a figure swung between buildings, red-and-black suit flashing through the storm.
He landed hard in the alley beside you, stumbling against the brick wall. You rushed forward automatically.
The mask was already halfway off.
And suddenly the entire world stopped.
Rain dripped from his curls while panic spread across his face. There was a cut across his cheekbone and another near his lip.
“You—” His voice cracked. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
For a second neither of you moved.
Then you burst out laughing.
Miles blinked. “Why are you laughing?”
“You’re Spider-Man?” you wheezed. “You are literally the dumbest secret keeper alive.”
“Miles, you disappeared during a robbery last month and Spider-Man showed up wearing your sneakers.”
His jaw dropped open slowly. “…Seriously?”
To your surprise, he started laughing too. Loud, relieved laughter that echoed through the alley.
Then he looked at you carefully. “You’re not… mad?”
“Mad that my best friend is secretly saving New York?”
“You were protecting people.”
His shoulders loosened like he’d been carrying the weight of the entire city alone. Maybe he had.
“I wanted to tell you,” he admitted softly. “So many times.”
You stepped closer. “Then why didn’t you?”
“Because if something happened to you because of me…” He swallowed hard. “I couldn’t handle that.”
Your chest ached hearing him say it.
Without thinking, you reached up and touched the cut on his cheek gently. Miles went completely still beneath your fingertips.
“You worry too much,” you whispered.
The words slipped out so naturally that both of you froze afterward.
Miles looked horrified with himself.
“I mean— not like— okay, maybe like that—”
You laughed softly. “Miles.”
“No, wait, let me explain because that sounded weird and now I’m panicking—”
You grabbed the front of his hoodie and kissed him.
It was warm and sudden and years overdue.
Miles made the softest surprised sound against your lips before kissing you back immediately, hands finding your waist like instinct. Rain soaked both of you completely, but neither of you cared.
When you finally pulled away, his face was bright red.
“Oh my God,” he whispered.
“You talk a lot when you’re nervous.”
You kissed him again just to feel him melt.
This time his hands slid carefully to your cheeks, thumbs brushing rainwater from your skin while he kissed you slower, sweeter. Like he was scared this wasn’t real.
When you separated again, Miles rested his forehead against yours.
“I’ve liked you forever,” he admitted quietly. “Like… embarrassingly forever.”
“I wrote your name in one of my sketchbooks with hearts around it once.”
“I burned the page afterward!”
“That somehow makes it worse.”
He groaned dramatically while you kept laughing, and the sound made him smile despite himself.
Then his expression softened again.
“You really aren’t scared?” he asked.
“Of Spider-Man?” You shook your head gently. “Never.”
Miles looked at you for a long moment before leaning down to kiss you one more time — slow and careful and full of every feeling he’d been too shy to say out loud for years.
And somewhere above the city, sirens echoed again.
But for once, Spider-Man stayed still.
a/n : I just rewatched both spider-man movies and bruu my obsession with miles is already coming back sooo u know i had to make a fic 🫡 🫡 i would always say that miles is literally my twin bc we have the same last name and we both black n puerto rican 🥹❤️🩹
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