“i brought you a blanket.”
"Th-thanks, Coolhairguy." Miles mumbled as he wrapped the blanket around his freezing body. It was embarrassing enough to get yeeted halfway across central park, and even worse to have landed in a pile of dirty snow and ice. At least someone had been nice enough to pull Spider-Man out the pile before he lost his toes, not that Miles remembered that part, nor the travel to what he assumed was Cool Hair Guy's home to warm up. He was grateful too, one of his web shooters was busted, and it would be a long train ride home.
"I owe ya one."















