#tiny miles

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Miles Kane via ig stories - 11.08.2023

[ailar023]

The tiny spider boy

Chapter 5:

After almost 1 hour of travel, they finally arrive at the station near where Peter lives, the subway had been getting crowded between stations, the good thing is that he had found a seat that he occupied during the entire trip with Miles asleep in her hand, she hoped to keep her hand steady so she wouldn't wake him when she got out of the crowd.

The doors open and Peter steps out, dodging the crowd outside waiting to get in, cranking the crank and reaching the escalator, making the climb to the outside more uneventful.

Now in Queens, the sun is higher showing a city full of life, the cars passing through the streets and the tumult of people coming and going, Peter lives about 20 blocks from there, so he began to walk mingling among the crowd.

Miles was in a deep sleep, without worries, he feels as if he is lying in a warm hammock that is gently swaying, when suddenly he begins to hear sounds in the distance, they were confusing sounds, he could not distinguish it between his dreams and little by little he They were getting closer and closer.

To try to muffle those sounds, Miles makes a futile attempt to cover his ears, but fails, his body feels heavy and tired as he listens as the distorted sounds get closer and closer until it begins to take shape, then heavily, those sounds startle her from sleep and she finally opens her eyes, although her eyelids feel heavy.

Once his vision is clear, Miles is paralyzed for a few seconds, not daring to breathe with his mind still half dazed from sleep when he sees that he was on one hand and a cave of fabric surrounded him.

-How…how did it end up there?- He asked himself as he tries to remember, but the sound outside does not help, his head was a whirlwind of chaos, his anxiety grows and panic takes over, he instinctively jumps from the half-open hand and climbs from the sleeve to where there is light, his senses They yell “RUN AWAY”

Peter was already arriving at his apartment, suddenly he feels the child leave his palm and quickly climb up his sleeve towards the pocket exit, catching him completely off guard.

-WHAT THE….???!!!!-

He tries to catch it before it comes out and falls, but it's too fast. Miles goes out through the sleeve of his sweatshirt, being flooded by light and noise, blinding his vision for a second. He does not have time to examine his surroundings because his instincts scream at him again. He feels something approaching him from the side and jumps. to dodge it, not knowing that he would jump so high reaching a little below the giant's shoulder, both himself and Peter are equally surprised by such a feat.

Now he analyzes the situation and reality hits him ,he was no longer in the laboratory, he was on the street, right now the exterior is so huge for him that it makes him feel tiny, as if anything could crush him and kill him, also the sounds of movement urban are multiplying, his ears are very sensitive right now, this makes him shiver.

Peter comes out of shock when he feels Miles pulling on the shoulder of his sweatshirt, he notices how his hands and feet are stuck to the fabric, bringing back memories of his first day when the spider bit him

-It can't be...- he thinks.

The whole sequence happened in just seconds, miraculously no one has noticed his presence yet, Peter covers his small trembling body with one hand and whispers -kid... if you want to get away you have to relax, believe me, I went through this and when you were most nervous you you put it will be worse-

Miles feels his senses screaming again, but he can't do anything, he closes his eyes tightly waiting for something to happen, instead, he feels that his surroundings are getting warm and listens to Peter's advice, when he opens his eyes he sees that it covers him his hand cupped so people don't see it.

Taking the advice, Miles takes deep breaths and tries to remember how he saved him and that he wouldn't hurt him. Slowly he feels himself relaxing as his limbs begin to detach from the fabric, until he lets go completely, but he doesn't fall because there is just the right hand to catch him.

When he feels it come loose, Peter grabs it and immediately puts it back in his pocket while resuming the patch with accelerated steps to finally reach the building. This time he holds the child with a soft and at the same time firm fist so that he does not run away again, he can feel himself trying to get away from his grip, something he tries in vain, it makes him feel bad but he does not want to risk it twice. Once inside he goes straight to the empty elevator, presses the button to go up and the doors close, just then he takes the boy out of his pocket again, looking at him with concern on his face while he puts it in his other hand with his palm open, knowing that There will no longer be the risk of someone seeing it and trusting that it will not jump again

-What happened that you were thrown?- Peter asks with concern.

Miles, still stunned and anxious, listens to the question, to which he does not know how to answer.

-I... I don't know, I woke up from a deep sleep and I didn't remember anything... - he says with a hoarse and weak voice - the first thing I felt was that something was telling me to run away... and... and... COF COF - He couldn't finish his prayer that seizes a coughing fit.

-It's okay, you don't have to answer if you can't, you're very bad and you have to recover first, okay? - to which Miles nods his head.

The elevator bell rings and the doors open, Miles's senses spike again and he unconsciously jumps towards Peter's shoulder between his neck and T-shirt.

Peter is taken by surprise once again by this action and tries to stay still without wanting to scare the boy away, he feels him go around his neck to the nape of his neck and uses the hood of his T-shirt as a hiding place, sliding to the bottom of it.

"God kid, with those jumps you could win the Olympics," he says jokingly, trying to relieve Miles' tension as he begins to walk out of the elevator.

Miles, now comfortable in the background of the grayish fabric that surrounds him, gives a small laugh when he hears the joke. He feels the hood sway with his steps, this calms him down a little, but not completely.

Listen to how he inserts the keys into the cylinder, followed by the turn of the key and the click of the handle to open the door

"We're home," Peter says, closing the door behind him and dropping the backpack to the side, making Miles curious, he climbs the fabric of the hood up his back until he reaches neck level to scan the new surroundings, barely showing its head.

The apartment is an honest and cozy environment, smaller than the apartment where he lived with his parents. He notices a clock that says 7:06am and a smell of caffeine in the air. That smell invades his small lungs and his stomach growls. desperate for food, he already forgot the last time he chewed something.

-Good morning love- a feminine voice invades the room, making Miles descend back into the bottom of the hood, hiding himself again. He didn't expect at all that there was someone else living with Spiderman, it caught him completely by surprise. Just feeling how intruding eyes are staring at him activates his senses, making him tense and Peter can feel it.

-Good morning darling- Peter responds to his beloved Mary Jane, they have been living together in this apartment for approximately 4 months and are dating. She works for the J. Jonah Jameson newspaper, right now she's in her pajamas with a cup of coffee in her hand.

M.J, when greeting him, notices something that peeks out from behind her shoulder and disappears like a blur towards at the hood, she looks at him curiously and asks -What is that?- she asks as she walks closer.

-I'm going to introduce him to you, but please, be subtle and don't speak loudly, he's been through a lot and he's a little scared-

M.J, puzzled, nods, stopping on the other side of the coffee table, just a couple of steps away as she puts down her coffee cup.

-Miles, this is MJ, he's my partner and he won't hurt you, you can go out- he says with a calm voice.

Steeling himself, Miles draws a long breath and with sweaty hands slowly climbs the fabric to shoulder level, slowly pokes his head in for the first eye contact, his hair standing on end and his instincts screaming for danger, but he tries to suppress it and with a lot of courage he climbs completely onto Peter's shoulder, sticking to his neck, leaving himself completely exposed, he hadn't noticed that he was trembling. This reminds him of the first time he had contact with Peter this morning.

-M.J, this little guy is Miles Morales-

Mary Jane is completely stunned by what she sees, her eyes wide and her hand automatically to her mouth, a small child, no taller than 3 inches, haggard looking, a dirty dressing gown in tatters that barely touches her. it covered the skin, revealing some bruises and cuts, you can notice how the little one is scared and has small tremors.

-Oh my God! Poor…. Peter... how come... why...?- he can't finish asking the questions.

-There was a secret Kingpin laboratory, it seems they were doing experiments with it... and I suspect if there were others... - Peter replies.

He feels how those words shake the boy and he clings to his neck as if his life depended on it, making him tremble more

"But first you have to feed him and treat him" he says as he brings his hand to the trembling body to try to calm him down, making an impromptu hug and gently massaging his back with his thumb, he can feel his lack of body fat, the bones of the shoulder blade and the spine look like spikes that want to get out of the skin, that impresses him a little and fills him with bitterness and sadness.

Peter did not finish saying that M.J went straight to the bathroom in search of some warm blankets and leaves them on top of the dining room table making an improvised nest for him -he will be comfortable here- he says as he continues his route directly to the kitchen to find him something to eat.

Peter feels how Miles relaxes with his massage, releasing the tension, while he walks towards the table, delicately grasps it with his fingers and moves it towards the nest of blankets.

Miles grateful, grabs them to cover himself with them and not lose heat, while Peter goes to the bathroom to get alcohol and gauze to treat him.

M.J brings a plate of tea with rice and meat cut into pieces, also water in the lid of a bottle. When he smells it, his stomach screams desperately for nutrients and liquid. Unfortunately he didn't have cutlery for his size so he had to eat it with his hands, but that didn't stop him from eating voraciously, then he drank all the water that was in the bottle cap in one gulp.

Then came the treatment, first Peter cleaned his wounds with clean water and alcohol, this process made him burn at times, but he bit his tongue to avoid screaming and he held on as best he could, the young brown-haired man tried to encourage him even though it hurt inside. watch him suffer then, with skillful hands and much softer than she could have imagined, I bind her arms at the bicep level, which is where most of the punctures and bruises were.

After the treatment was finished, M.J. he looks at the time and sees that he is late for work, so he goes to change and promises to get him clothes for Miles. He says goodbye and leaves the apartment.

Peter pulls his chair up to the table and sits down, slowly crossing his arms near where Miles is and leaning his head down to examine him, noticing that the boy has a sleepy face.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks softly, to which the boy nods, he is satisfied thanks to the food and he no longer feels cold, for the first time in a long time he felt so relaxed and with real sleep, it was as if the whole The tension that he had accumulated would have dissipated completely, leaving him with a body and mind completely sore and exhausted, just like when a slacker who does nothing exercises suddenly for a day and returns with a sore body, the last time he was that's how comforting it was when he was with his family…his family…

He begins to remember his life before he was kidnapped without noticing the liquid that begins to emanate from his eyes.

Boy?... He sees that Miles doesn't respond so he decides to touch him gently with his index and middle fingers, Miles feels it and makes him react by returning to the present, there he realizes his eyes sting and he rubs himself trying to clean his eyes from tears.

"Will I be able to see my family again?" he asks with a broken voice as he looks at him tiredly. "Yes, I promise we'll find your family and you'll be back to normal," he replies as he straightens up from his seat, "but first, how about we go get some sleep?" That trip left me exhausted, and from what I see you too- he says as he extends his open hand in front of him.

Miles looks at him for a moment before standing up and scrambling up onto the palm, at which point he was so exhausted both physically and mentally that he was barely getting to his feet.

Once he sees him reaching for the palm, Peter gets up, closing his fingers around the boy, and goes up to his room.

Peter pulls off the sheet and blanket, once leaving the mattress and pillow exposed, props his open hand at an obtuse angle so Miles slides into it, close to the pillow.

He slides and lands on the smoothest surface he has felt in a long time, with what little strength he has left he sits down to analyze his surroundings. He is on a double bed that is accompanied by two nightstands, one on each side, and on his right side is the biggest pillow I have ever seen, it barely covers ¼ of its height, and the bed is spread out in seas of sheets and webs, you can see the strands that are woven to form everything around you. On the left wall is an open window with the curtains drawn to the sides and the shutter half open, letting in the morning light and outside air.

He sees how Peter leaves, after a while he returns with simple pajamas, a light blue shirt with pants. He goes to the window to close the shutter more so it doesn't let in as much light, although a little fresh air does filter in and it makes him shiver a little. He walks back to his side of the bed and sits in the middle, his weight causing the mattress to give causing Miles to fall flat on his face.

-Oops, sorry about that- he says as he gently picks up Miles with his fingers, making him jump a little, then he lies on his back and places the boy gently on his chest.

-Rest, Miles- he tells him as he feels his ribcage vibrate under him and the huge hand that covers him like a giant heavy blanket protecting him from the cold and the gusts that filter through the window. Feel the superhero's chest rise and fall without shock as he breathes, and his entire body radiates a comforting, peaceful warmth.

-Same Peter- he says before letting himself be overcome by sleep, falling fast asleep.

[aemiron-main]

may i offer some Concerned Dad TM gregory edgeworth on this fine morning? he loves his son, fuck you von karma 

[ailar023]

The tiny spider boy

Chapter 6:

M.J. is on his break, having a cappuccino in a bar outside the streets of Queens, he has his laptop turned on to examine his notes, but he can't stop his mind from wandering to the boy. She is glad that Peter found him and got him out of there, she can't imagine the horrors he must have gone through to end up so emaciated, and if Peter hadn't found him... he may now be dying... or even dead...

She shakes her head sharply to get rid of those cloudy thoughts.

-Peter said his name is Miles Morales- thinks as opens google to search for information -there must be something about him- says in barely a whisper

Press enter and the first thing that appears in the search engine is the image of a sign that says “MISSING” with a photo of you and all your data, date and time of your last sighting.

She enlarges the image and grabs his notebook to write down the data, this boy, barely 15 years old, had disappeared on April 12, which means that he was captive for 7 months. On the side of his laptop screen you can see the current date “November 21”. Winter and the holidays are just around the corner, you can feel that the temperature drops a bit between day and day.

Once he finishes writing everything down, he minimizes the image and sees that there is a news item titled “Missing son of Officer Jefferson”, this catches his attention and clicks to enter, the note loads and she begins to read.

It turns out that Miles is the son of Brooklyn County Jeriff Jefferson Davis, keep reading and below they also name cases of 9 other children missing under similar circumstances and that their search is still ongoing. This makes him remember a phrase he told him Peter “-And I suspect if there were others- “.

Remembering that phrase, without wasting any time he started typing on his laptop looking for information about the missing children named in that note. He didn't know why, but this gave him a very bad feeling.

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-¿You still haven't found clues about that damn spider???- an angry voice spoke from the other side of the phone.

-No boss- the dark-haired man responds with a displeased tone.

-Damn! That bastard always interferes with my plans!, ¡It's a damn pain in the ass!" says Kingpin irritated. -I think I'll have to take drastic action and hire the Inner Demons.-

-Boss, are you sure? They are not trustworthy. They are even capable of taking over your experiment if you let your guard down!- Aaron replies in a worried tone.

-HA! Do you really think they would take over something that belongs to me?- He says sarcastically -They better think twice if they don't want to get into the den of the wolf- He ends with a passive and threatening voice.

-Okay boss, I understand- he ends the call, leaves the phone on the dining room table as he walks to the sofa and sits down heavily, rubbing his temples and takes a long sigh.

-I better hurry up and find him first- Davis doesn't know why, but he has a feeling that things will take a nosedive if Kingpin hires that masked group.

That organization appeared one day out of nowhere, they don't even know who they are or where they came from. Their information is completely NULL about them, they only know that they are wearing Chinese dragon masks and nothing else, but they do know that they are absolutely dangerous and unprepared.

He turns his head to his right, on a nightstand that accompanies the sofa there is a set of photo frames, one of them stands out above the others, it is him with his family; his brother, wife and grandson

He stretches a little to reach the painting and looks at it dejectedly, despite the conflicts he had with his brother Jeff, that did not separate him from Miles, many times his grandson would sneak away behind his parents' back to go visit him and spend time. afternoon together, he loved him with all his being, and now... he was missing.

The day he got lost, he joined his brother to look for him, they moved heaven and earth in the hope of finding at least a clue, something, but they found nothing, it's as if he had completely disappeared. He also joined gangs to see if he could find any sign that he had been kidnapped, but he found nothing either, his hopes of finding him alive were swallowed up by time and his worst fear that this dead man began to grow as the months passed.

Now, more out of necessity, he was hired by kingpim just two months ago as his personal guard, he had to do it for money.

But it wasn't until now that he found out about a secret experiment that he had kept well kept, those tiny human footprints in the cage... -No! It can't be! - he says to himself, shaking his head in total denial, after all this. time... when I already thought he was dead, this appears... and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became.

- Miles…. If you're still alive... I hope you're safe... - Aaron whispers to the painting with an air of gloom.

He leaves the painting where it was resting before grabbing it, gets up from the couch and puts on the mask, he was exhausted and had barely rested, but that doesn't matter now, he has to discover the truth of that experiment and prove if his theory is true.

-Time to look for the experiment and put an end to this- He says with a bitter and impatient tone as he goes out the window.

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Peter wakes up tired from all the action sequence he had in the early morning, his body complains about sleeping a little more, but he ignores it and gives a long yawn while covering his mouth with his free hand.

-How long did I sleep?- he asks himself internally as he tries to guess the time by looking out the window with the shutter closed. Dim lighting barely filters through the shutters and fresh air, so he assumes that it is already dusk. he skipped breakfast and lunch, but he doesn't complain.

-I better get up or MJ is going to kill me if they find me still in bed- he says to himself, but there is a small problem, Miles lies in the deepest corner of dreams, relaxed lying under his palm, he can noticing their small easy breaths and it's as light as a feather, you can barely feel it's on your chest. This child has him prisoner, he doesn't want to wake him up.

-Heavens child... you didn't finish arriving and you're already making it difficult for me- he says in a barely whisper with a joking tone.

Very delicately, she uses the same hand that covers the child to grab him with the tips of her thumb, middle and index fingers, she drags her fingers under his fragile body and gently lifts him up. He is so asleep that he seems to be lifting a rag doll to the ground. see his limbs yielding to gravity. Peter sits up on the bed and uses his other hand to lay it down in his palm.

He slowly gets out of bed and walks with uniform steps until he reaches the main room. As he closes the bedroom door without making a sound, he sees that the nest of blankets that MJ prepared is still on the living room table. Peter approaches and he inclines his hand just enough for the still-sleeping child to slide gently into the blankets.

Once this is done Peter looks at the clock, it is 5:49 p.m. "Look, sometimes I fall asleep for hours, but this child surpasses me," he says sarcastically to himself as he looks at the little boy asleep again, it's not surprising after all the hell he went through trapped, he won't even want to imagine what bad that he must have slept during all that time locked up, the best thing is to let him rest as much as his body asks of him now.

He realizes that the living room window is open when a cool breeze surrounds the room. He sees that Miles is shaking while he tries to cover himself with the blankets in his dreams. He quickly goes to the window and closes it. There he can see the sunset that surrounds him. the city with orange lights while the buildings cast enormous shadows. The fresh air warns that the end of November is approaching, icy and snowy days are approaching along with the holidays and the end of the year, the cold is becoming more palpable with the passing of the days

He goes to the electric heaters and turns on the heating to warm the environment a little, knowing how small and thin the boy is, he would not be able to withstand the cold temperatures that are approaching in his current state. Before finding the cure, he must first make him regain weight. and get him something to keep him warm, but what? She has absolutely nothing for her size and MJ promised her she would get her something... but she doubts it's good quality, she doesn't think she can get anything other than doll clothes and that's poor quality, so he'll have to search on her own. . And also remember that he has skills like him. The two times he jumped that far and when he hit his sweatshirt… that should also teach him how to control it… but first things first.

Before doing anything he is going to take a shower, once he comes out he changes his clothes, this time he has black jeans with a gray t-shirt, a red jacket and some black and red sneakers.

Peter goes to the kitchen to make himself a coffee, while he leaves the water heating up he opens the refrigerator to see what he has for the child when he gets up, he sees a box of milk and takes it out, then he opens the door to the storage room and grabs a jar full of chocolate cookies, then he goes to look for his laptop that is in his backpack along with his suit, he takes it out and takes it to the kitchen table next to where Miles is, at a safe distance so as not to wake him, he opens the laptop and leaves it on while he goes to turn off the already boiling water and pours the coffee. He grabs the smallest plate he has and a cap of soda, there he begins to crush a couple of cookies and very patiently pours the milk into the cap.

Once everything is served, he takes it to the table, leaves the plate with the cookies and the lid with milk next to the nest of blankets, while he goes and sits in front of the laptop with the coffee in his hand. He enters his password and the first thing that jumps out is that M.J. has an email.

[ailar023]

Hello! How's everybody? I had this story of g/t Miles and Peter from Ps5 in my head for a long time, and I hope you like it, it's the first time in my life that I write something 😅

I hope you enjoy it and sorry if it has errors.

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The tiny spider boy

Chapter 1:

Peter Parker, 24 year old university student, intern at the While laboratory. He is also known for serving and protecting New York City for 8 years as the friendly neighborhood Spider Man.

He is now investigating some strange installations hidden in the Kim Pim areas of Brooklyn, it is a Friday morning and there is a dead silence in the neighborhood where the villain's supposed lair would be. Outside it looks like an abandoned factory facade, you can see the broken windows and the moisture coming from the walls staining the white paint. The closest lights only faintly reach to caress the walls of the brick walls that surround the factory, since it is far from the houses and the population, more than logical for a villain to hide his plans in a supposedly "abandoned" place.

The hero did not waste time and very stealthily entered one of the broken windows that was near the roof, when he crossed it he landed with a thud inside the lifeless building and scanned the interior, it was a wide and open area, yes. If it were not thanks to his improved eyesight, it would be impossible for him to see even the most basic things, while he walked agilely and stealthily he noticed around him how the building had aged for the worse over the years, abandoned pockets of cement, chains that aged over time showing their rust color and they hang from the ceiling still as if they were a dead person, and the walls are not much better than outside, the paint is almost completely gone, all wet showing the peeling bricks and with green mold in between, you can see that the humidity was eating away at the bricks over time.

When I get to the other end there is a rusty door that led to another room, this time to some steps that led down, under the basement and took me to a less spacious area and with many worn, rusty doors, hanging from a hinge or completely thrown away, among those doors there is one that totally caught his attention, compared to the other doors, it was well positioned and hermetically closed, it did not look rusty or dirty like the others.

-Bingo! Surely this must be where Kim Pim must hide whatever he is doing... But the question now is... how do I get in without anyone noticing? Does he have an alarm or something?- He said in his mind while touching his chin.

When he looked at the ceiling, he noticed that above there were some ventilation ducts that infiltrate to the other side just above the tightly closed door, Peter smiled mischievously as he examined the duct and quickly found the rusty grate that once served its purpose to keep steady air when the factory was in its glory days, the masked hero shoots a bold web at the tip of the grate with his left hand, yanking it down to open it followed by another web with his right hand towards his mouth now open from the conduit, quickly pull the spider web and climb up without even hesitation, once inside, throw one last spider web at the same grate that is hanging like a pendulum to close it and leave no suspicion.

He doesn't need to crawl much through the square and narrow duct, at the next opening of the grate on the other side of the door he can see a faint light. He made sure that no one was in sight as he repeated the same procedure to get out, only he was stealthily closing the grate again using a piece of his web as glue.

Now it is in a kind of long and narrow hallway, full of doors that were not well maintained at all, but they did not reach the extreme of abuse that the doors on the side of the abandoned factory had, there are also fluorescent tube lights that gave a weak and delirious light throughout the entire hallway, it was like being in a horror movie, but something that caught your attention is that there was not the presence of a soul in the entire place, it is as if everyone had vanished, or that was what Peter sensed, but that didn't mean he should let his guard down.

The hero in red and blue walked with silent steps and always alert as he passed through the doors, all half-open and showing completely empty and deserted rooms inside, which disconcerted him a little.

-WHAT THE HELL WAS KIM PIM PLANNING??? Or perhaps he realized that I was coming and decided to take everything??? - he asked himself as he took stealthy steps until he came across a huge door that led right at the end of the hallway, due to its appearance and size it seemed to be important, and also It was hermetically closed like the one that separated the interior of the factory from this seedy hallway, the difference is that this was the double automatic sliding doors that welcome you when you enter a shopping center, but with the difference that it has a panel on the side with a green traced hand, means that you need a fingerprint to enter

-Fingerprint, cool!- Spider Man said with a tone of sarcasm mixed with a hint of annoyance.

What's great about this sliding door is that it has a couple of windows on both sides that allow you to see inside, and when Peter sticks his head in one of the windows it leaves him even more disconcerted, it was a huge laboratory! It has the latest technology machinery and tools of all kinds, also a pair of stretchers, one in front of the other, everything looked very well cared for and even as if it had been used for the last time that day!

-What the hell was a laboratory like that doing in an abandoned factory with absolutely nothing?- he said while scanning the laboratory from end to end. -What the hell was that ball of grease up to?-

Peter tried to think, racking his brains, he really tried but he was getting nowhere... Giving a sigh of defeat, he began to walk back through the hallways looking once again at the empty rooms when suddenly something caught his attention in a room. that, compared to the others that had the doors half open or completely open, this one in particular had the door a little more closed, and right behind it there was something that stood out on the wall where it just covered the door, as if trying to hide it , his intuition told him that the answer was there, and it wouldn't be pretty.

He decided to open it cautiously, making it creak a little, and against the right wall, right where the door covers, is full of cages stacked end to end in a row, small enough to hold laboratory mice, all of them. rusty and lacking maintenance, of all those cages only 9 are half open with traces of dried blood, that gave him a bad feeling, but that was not all, among those nine cages there was a tenth that was around the open ones, it was closed under a small padlock with something inside, he fervently hoped it was nothing more than a small rodent, but something deep inside him told him the opposite.

He slowly approaches the small trembling form that he was making a feeble attempt to hide into the shadow of the cage, and when he saw what it was, his heart shattered.

It was a small boy, barely 3 inches tall, he did not seem to be more than 15 years old, with dark skin, he had a robe that was all dirty, torn and tattered, this robe uselessly covered part of his body, all of which was flabby, he was so skeletal that he was He looked fragile like a glass that would break just by touching it, and because of his dark skin it didn't look good, but he was full of bruises and cuts, on his robe he had the number 1610, the same number he had on the door of the cage (Experiment 1610)

The boy looked terrified, with his eyes wide open, he tried to shrink at the end of the cage as much as he could, as if he wished he could disappear, seeing this boy in this pitiful state made Peter's heart boil. blood for this - USING A SHRUNKNED CHILD AS A GUINEA PIG??? THIS TIME YOU GOT OVER THE LINE!!!!! – He said to himself barely in a whisper as he clenched his fists to the point of almost breaking the fabric of his red gloves.

He sighed inwardly. There was no time to get angry now, he had to get this little guy out immediately before someone came.

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Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: Miles Morales, an almost 15-year-old boy who lived in Brooklyn, of Afro-Latin descent, his father Jefferson Davis is a police of