Two Weeks of Whump Day 6: Gunshot Wound
Fandom: Spider-verse
Summary: After a late night villain attack, Jefferson and Miles meets unexpectedly in the building.
Miles looked at the time, 1am. "Why can't villains attack the city at more convenient times?" he muttered to himself. Grabbing his suit he slipped his PJs off. Ganke stirred as Miles opened the window.
"Off to save the city? We have a test tomorrow." He mumbled
"You know it. I'm sure it'll be fine."
"Good luck."
"Thanks." Miles crawled out the window and attached a web to a nearby building. He pushed his feet against the wall and was off.
The fight against the villain wasn't long. Miles webber her up and got ready to go back to the dorms.
Though it might not have been a long fight it wasn't without property damage. No fight was really a fight without a form of property damage. It was one of the reasons Spider-Man was a controversial person. That and the baby powder.
As he walked towards a window so he could get out of there he heard a familiar voice behind him, "freeze, Spider-Man."
Oh great. "Mr. Morales" Miles replied turning around. He was pointing a gun at him. "Woah" Miles jumped back startled, "isn't that reserved for the bad guys?"
"You killed an innocent."
"Where did you hear that?" Miles's heart raced. He most certainly did not kill anyone.
"My brother, Aaron Davis. For the past year and a half I can't stop thinking about it. You were there."
"No you must be mistaken. I've never killed anyone. Mr. Davis was a good man-" Miles's fake accent began to slip. It had been so long now and they had been working together for just about the whole time he had been Spider-Man.
"Put your hands up."
Miles complied. "There's no need for the gun."
"I'm bringing you in for the murder of my brother."
Spider sense. Miles turned his head to see that the villain from earlier had escaped. He turned quickly to take care of her. The quick movement gave Jefferson a reason to shoot.
Miles hadn't thought about it when he moved. When he heard the gun go off he assumed that his dad had shot at the villain. No. He didn't know until he watched the villain leave.
Warm liquid ran down his leg. "What?" He whispered to himself. Looking down he realized what had happened. His father had shot him. The pain hit like the bullet that had just ripped through his side.
Spider-Man collapsed to the ground. He pressed his right hand against the wound while the other pulled his mask off. He used it as a form of cloth to help with the blood. "Did you really think I killed uncle Aaron?! I was there! It was Kingpin!"
Jefferson started at his son, now on the ground. He'd shot him. "oh God." He ran over to him and fell to his knees to help.
"Don't fucking touch me!" Miles screamed.
Jefferson jumped back before speaking, "don't talk to me like that." He realized how stupid it sounded as the words left his mouth.
"You shot me!" The teen tried to move back but couldn't.
"I'm sorry! Miles, just let me help you!"
Miles thought back to everything that had happened in the last month. Everything Miguel had put him though just because he wanted to save his father. For a brief second he wished he hadn't. That thought was quickly replaced by a wave of hatred for his own mind.
"Stay away." Miles voice was weaker this time. He didn't yell. The betrayal that laced every word, every movement made Jefferson feel as if he had been shot himself.
"10-52 Spider-Man has been shot " Jefferson radioed in.
"Stay with me Miles." He reached to hold pressure on the wound and this time Miles accepted the help.
"My identity." Miles tried to move out from where he was.
"It'll be okay."
"What's that location Sir?"
Miles listens as Mr. Morales states the information to the operater. He reached for his gizmo. Miguel had given him one once he realized his mistake. Miles took it because he might not like Miguel but he wanted to help and he wanted to see his friends. He and Miguel were getting to a point where they both understood what had happened and why and realized it was better to forgive rather then to hold it against each other.
"Hobie?" He turned the watch on, "i've been shot, where's Spidey Doc?"
Hobie responded quickly. "Let me get in contact with him, where are you?" He asked frantically.
"Who's that?" Jefferson asked.
"A friend" Miles whispered. He sent his coordinates to Hobie and before he could say anything else Hobie was there.
"I'm here" he walked over quickly, "Spidey Doc should be on the way."
Jefferson looked up at Hobie before he was shoved by him. Hobie took his place and put pressure on Miles's side. Stunned he didn't do anything
Everything moved too quickly for Jefferson to keep up. Another portal opened and now there was another spider person in the room?
The hero was dressed in a similar fashion to his son but in light blue and light green. Hobie stood quickly and the hero took his place. Jefferson tried to get to Miles but was stopped by Hobie. "you're his dad right?" He asked.
"Yes and who are you punk!?" Mr. Morales yelled.
"I'm Miles's friend Hobie" he spoke calmly, "that's Spidey Doc, he'll take care of Miles."
"I need to take him back to HQ."
"Okay."
"Is that okay with you Miles?" The doctor asked.
Miles nodded.
Before Jefferson could say anything the doctor had picked up his son and started to walk towards a portal. "Wait where are you taking him?!"
Hobie grabbed Jefferson and stopped him from moving forward. "He'll take good care of him."
"Wait! Miles!" Jefferson tried to get away from Hobie.
As the portal closed Hobie released the chef. "What happened?"
"You don't need to know!"
"Miles is my friend! What happened to him."
When Jefferson didn't answer Hobie knew. "Good job. He'll be fine, just hope you don't lose him after this."
Jefferson just stared at Hobie. "What now?" He asked.
"You hope he forgives you. He probably will, he's very forgiving. After that you hope that you didn't just mess up one of the sweetest kids I know. But above all else you admit what you did was wrong and give him time."
"Okay." And that's what he did. He waited and talked to Miles, apologizing over and over again. Miles could never hate his father. The two's relationship grew stronger, no longer being built on lies.
@promptsforyourwhumpfic
