Fixable
“ Listen man, don’t get caught. You are already hot right now, you can’t slip up, and watch out for the pest. She's down there somewhere so tread lightly, you know how she likes to lurk in the shadows.”
snickering in his mask.” We know how that went last time tío, pero copia.” *mic cuts.*
He shivered, breathing in and out Steaming fog, even on a winter night he couldn’t feel more alive. Something about being perched down on top of the Empire State Building, with both of his Katanas tucked in the back rejuvenated him. His black and white suit blended into the snowy night, and locked his eyes on the target like a hawk on its prey. Across the street men were unloading the Alchemax truck, he secretly hoped they caught a glimpse of him, he was craving for some action.
Miles G. Morales, was New York City’s one and only Spider-man. He’s perceived as a controversial vigilante to most. He felt like a good guy... He's trying, and the city getting worse is not helping. Some look at his methods as reckless, or his killings being more brutal than it needed to be. Most being organizations that looked at him as a thief stopping thieves. Reasons being, the occasional rumors of him working with The Prowler. Which is mostly frowned upon by the general public, with most thinking it’s a fabricated story made up by his enemies. Since it’s very known that every villain in New York wants his head, for bringing some of them to justice but none could take it.
He watched as the men finished unloading the boxes. Before leaping off the building, into a head first dive camouflaging into the snowy night, the wind bashing against his mask, and Adam & Eve bouncing on his back. Made him get an erection.
"Yeah, I need to hit someone! Or get laid!". Reappearing, catching himself before hitting the ground, Shooting a web onto The Alchemax building, then yanking himself on it.
He climbed into the warehouse. "I should hit something to get their attention". Shaking his head. Scratching that thought quickly,
"Too desperate". Proceeding to climb on the ceiling, until he was over the boxes looking into them to see what he was here for, he pressed the side of his mask to scan the item inside. With it coming back as a match.
He shot a web at the ceiling and began going down, he hung on his web line upside down. The workers still haven’t looked back, growing irritated he took out Eve, and hit the truck twice.
(The men jumped.) Looking behind them
“Excuse me, gentleman! Y'all really shouldn't slack on the job, you know how easy—“ The men put their hands on their heads, getting down on their knees.
“Just take it Man! We heard what you did to the last guards and worker’s, we don’t need anything sliced off.”
”Seriously?!-“ The men gave a collective “Yeah!”… He rubbed his hand on his mask, before letting out a defeated sigh.
“I mean that's kinda rude considering I came way dow-.Nevermind!-".. Flipping down from his web, in front of the men. "Listen coños.”
webbing the equipment up.
"I need a favor. I have a good thing going on right now people, and an image to maintain. So Can You PLEASE, not pull the alarm.-“
Feeling something on the back of his neck. "Ahhh!" Eve swung, and a head rolled on his white boot. "Eww." kicking the head,
The workers Loud screams filled the warehouse, "Help! Help!" The now headless man's shoulder went limp and his body followed, falling to the cold warehouse floor.
"Come on, that was an accident!" The men continue to scream.
"It was the reflexes!-look-"Pointing at the camera."-you saw it, who sneaks up on a guy with a fucking katana right?!"
The men put their heads on the ground."We have families!"
"Ohh whatever!! Fuck you guys!" He shoots a web at the ceiling.
Beginning to crawl on top of the ceiling, Mumbling curses under his breath in Spanish. Until he got out of the warehouse. He shot a web across to the other building, yanking himself again, until he was on top of it. Hearing The Alchemax alarm start to go off loudly.
pacing back-and-forth on the edge.
“Of course, Of course. Lo único que les pedí que no hicieran, lo hacen. ¡La gente es tan desagradecida!.”
He quickly turns, and starts running until he gets to the end of the building. Where he was about to jump off, until he felt something wrap around his body, it swung him into a power box on the building making snow go everywhere, instantly making him get stuck to it.
“ Hey Spidey, I always catch you in your worst moments.” Black Cat, coming out from behind a power box in front of him.
“Annd the escorts here.” Struggling to get out, noticing the black goo was not moving.
“Ooh Feisty, that’s why I always kinda liked you, anyway’s I see you met my friend.” An all black figure standing beside her had a black hood on, it was shaped like a woman. Walked up to him, and snatched the Alchemax tech out of his hand.
“Uhhr.” He growled.
“We can go a round for it, or another type of round. Never had a threesome before.” She laughed, but the figure opened its mouth with the longest tongue he had ever seen, it also had razor sharp teeth. It started Licking his mask like she was about to bite his whole head off.
"I'm usually a top, but I don't mind the roleplay."
“ No no. don’t mind his little spidey quips, it's a part of his charm. And a tactic he uses to get what he wants.'' The thing closed its mouth and walked back to Black Cat.
“It’s always a pleasure , but we should run don’t stay stuck for too long.” Smiling at him. Then leaped off the building, the dark figure followed suit. Miles was stuck there, "Hey, I didn't get what I paid for!" knitting his brows. 'Why didn't my senses go off?'
It took him twenty minutes to get unstuck, he finally used enough electricity that caused the black goo to get off him. When he was out the black goo just vaporized.
When he got home he couldn’t go to sleep. The way he was tossing and turning in his own thoughts.
“How the fuck did she copy them? And turn them black? Definitely wasn't her, she's an idiot.” Shaking his head. Flipping his pillow to the cold side. Digging deeper in the pillow and his thoughts, and how disappointed his uncle Aaron looked when he told him, ‘he finally, failed one of his rare missions’ he asked him to do, even though he told him. ‘Don’t sweat it’ and
"He was just happy he was okay’, The feeling of disappointment was in the air, and he hated it. Speaking of hate, he hated the cat even more, and. 'That gooey puta.—'
Before he knew it was morning.
He wasn’t even tired, just angry. When he got up and dressed, it was still all he could think about. 'The cat finally got him, he thought maybe he was being a sore loser,-but nah this was deeper than that'-shaking his head, freeing himself from his own thoughts. He headed to the kitchen, and was glad his mom was still sleeping because he did not want to take his anger out on her. He grabbed his nylon fabric garment coat, and his timbs, and went to his car.
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Morning
Gwen was sleeping well in her bed after that long night she had last night, that was until her door opened. She turned over ignoring hearing the footsteps go across her room, then her shades opened and the light went everywhere including her eyes, she turned and groaned.
“It’s time to get up, kitten, you can’t miss school again.” Her godmother Felica said sitting on her bed caressing her mostly black, and blonde hair.
“Let me sleep.” Murmuring in the pillow. Felica smirked while still playing with her hair, before straightening her face.
“That wasn’t part of the deal.” She said softly. Gwen peaked up at her.
“Are you really using that, right now?” Felicia let out a huff, meeting her look.
“School is part of it so….Yea.” She got off the bed and walked to the door, but stopped.
“And you need to stick with it..For everyone, including you.” She shut the door.
She took a deep breath, and sat up for a minute, before getting up to go to the bathroom.
When she got out of the bathroom, she put on her black thin strap mini dress, with black stockings. Also her long sleeve green striped crop top that she put over it. Once she was done she put on her black lipstick then grabbed her black boots, drumsticks, and jacket and headed for the door.
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Midtown High
In the midst of senior year they shared a fourth hour together, they both were well known around the school. Gwen for being in a band and Miles was just the flirty, witty, cool guy that everyone couldn't help but love. Well, almost everyone. Despite them both being known, they never really talked to each other, mostly because they figured they had nothing really in common..They’ve been knowing of each other since middle school but never had a real conversation, at least that was the case.
Mrs.Benney paired them together for a project.
Miles, still not in the best mood, went to sit next to Gwen.
I lied.. He had spoken to her before, like two years ago. Back when she was a full blonde, it was the anniversary of her dad’s death and he knew the feeling all too well when he was a little kid.
They shared a moment alone in the school library, lingering on each other's warmth, ever since his dad died he dealt with it with jokes, he never been that vulnerable with someone and he didn't know why she made him feel so..Comfortable. Letting her cry on his shoulder while he hugged her tightly trying not to follow suit. When it was over they never had another conversation again, especially the last year in a half. She seemed darker.
The first day of being partners, the lesson began when he started whistling a familiar tune, she noticed it was from a film called ‘twisted nerve’. Her dad used to watch it nonstop when she was a kid, and she didn’t want to think about that right now. “Can you..Stop?” He stopped and met her gaze for a moment..”No.” and he began to whistle again..Gwen growled, rolling her eyes looking back to the front of the class.
Until he abruptly stopped and they said literally nothing to each other. Despite the class doing work around them, they just sat in silence, and began scrolling on their phones ignoring each other's existence in the back of the class.
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The second day, Gwen could feel Miles staring at the side of her face. She twisted, knitting her eyebrows. Just wondering.'Why is he looking at me?' she just decided to ignore him and pulled out her phone, when she did that she could feel his gaze falling down as well. She quickly glanced at him, to see him smiling at her with his phone on, she quickly looked back at her phone. The teacher noticed them this day not doing anything but scrolling on their phones, she would have said something if it was anybody else, but said nothing to them. The two said nothing again, just, silence.
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The third day, which was a Friday, the two walked in the class and sat in their spots.
The class started and it was forty minutes into the hour and the two still haven’t talked to each other yet.
Until Miles started to 'whistle' the same tune louder that brought back memories. Gwen can feel herself bubbling with anger, she can feel herself snap, and she quickly looks beside her.
"Can you shut hell up?" He smiled.
“Your black drumsticks are amazing. And I'm really digging the whole goth thing you got going on now.” Tilting his head trying to find her face a little more. Gwen gave him a side eye glare for a second then looked back ahead, he felt challenged, and he kinda liked it.
“You smell really good too.. It's like Twilight had sex with LaLa Land—”
“-Let’s stop the small talk for today, alright?” She turned around snapping at him, again.
He can feel his face go warm,
Shrugging his shoulders at her.
"I just really wanna get a good grade with my partner-.”
“-Noo, you just wanna annoy me.. And when have you ever cared about getting good grades?” looking back down to her phone.
“Gothy, where did you hear I didn’t linda ?” He retorted. She quickly looked up from her phone, with an aggravated face.
“Don’t call me that, I'm not interested in your little antics you like to play.”
“No antics. I just want to get to know my partner a little more.” His voice was euphonious. Laying his head down in his folded arms, not breaking eye contact, she noticed green in his irises, as the light was on half of his face.
She looked down, shaking her head a bit.
'I see now.'
“No, and I think you’ve gotten to know plenty around here.” He turned his face in his arms and chuckled a bit, before turning back to her leaning his head on his hand.
“You think you know me, but I can guarantee you don’t..Gwendolyne.” His cocky smug tone irritated her.
She turned fully his way.
“I do, actually-"
He hummed, giving her a curious look.
”- I sense you're a bad guy trying too hard to be good. And that you’re a relentless flirt that only cares about your own feelings, everyone knows, that doesn't take much reading in to, your wittiness infuriates me, and Most of all.-" She leaned in a bit.".- Your whistling, sucks…And it's annoying me."
Feisty blue, met Hazel.
For the first time in a while, the words he tried to say got caught in his throat. '¿Qué carajo me pasa?' He felt his cheeks turn hot, but he ignored it, clearing his throat.
"Would it be wrong if I kissed you right now?"
She huffed and rolled her eyes, breaking eye contact, looking back to the front.
He looked at the side of her face for a moment…Then began to clinch his jaw, feeling she just got the best of him.. He felt he had to say something.
"I don’t like your hair." And with that, he put his hood on, and slumped back in his chair, beginning to scroll on his phone.
Gwen side eyed glared at him.
"Coming from the boy with two gold rings in his braids."
He glared up at her, looking more angry at that comment. “I don't like you anymore."
He said nonchalantly."Trust me, the feelings are very mutual." They stared at each other for a moment…
Miles broke the silence, huffing sitting up. "I'm really sick of you."
"awwe, we have so much in common." The bell began to ring, and Gwen got up quickly with an attitude, getting her things and walking past Miles. He grabbed her wrist. “Wait.” His stern voice caught her by surprise. She quickly looked back.
“We need to get this over quickly, give me your number so we can get this project over by the weekend.” With his phone out for her to grab. She snatched her wrist away from his grip.
“No! I’m not giving you my number.”
He sighed long. "Dios, ¿por qué me hiciste enamorarme de mujeres?" She knit her eyebrows, curious to what he just said. "What?" He Let his head fall back on the chair, then he sat up to look at her.
“Don't worry about it. Just give me the number, so we can move on with our lives. Unless you try to be back to square one on Monday.” Gwen rolled her eyes again, hugging herself. but he can tell she was thinking.
“Give it to me, idiot.” Snatching his phone from his hands, in proceeding to put her number in it, when she was done she tossed his phone back to him.
And walked past him, bumping him. "Move. Stupid ass."
Miles turned his head to look at her leave. "la necesito."
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The following Saturday, Gwen was sitting in the kitchen island, eating a bowl of cereal at the counter. She scrolled through her laptop, keeping a couple tabs open on The Fisk Family, and their latest charity events. Knowing they’re all for self gain, since Fisk was the favorite to win mayor. Her main obsession was mostly doing research on The Maggia, it angered her, how in many years the system has gotten even farther away from taking them down. Figured the system just got way more corrupted since her dad.-Her phone * dings* she gets it out her back pocket to see who it is.
‘It’s me.’
Gwen rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who the cocky asshole was. Who just texted her from this random number.
‘I’m sorry who?’
‘U Funny gothy’
‘U should really drop the whole, not caring act I like this on u’
'You don’t know me at all'.Shaking her head.
‘Not an act’
‘Now what do you want Morales? ‘
‘U..... To come over later tonight, so we can finish.’
She put the phone down on the counter, and put her face in her hands, sighing. feeling her cheeks become warm, not being able to control it, she giggled a bit. Then groaned. picking up her phone again.
‘If u stop being so, u.’
‘Maybe I’ll think about, so the project can get done quicker’
‘I can only be me Querido’
‘see u at nine 😘’
“I Haven’t seen you smile in a while.”
(Gwen jumped.) Flipping her phone face down on the counter.
“I’m not, just texting a classmate about a project.” Playing with her spoon without realizing it,
Felicia grinned.
“Is he or she cute?” Gwen quickly turned her head her way glaring.
“Stop that, and why does that matter?-" Hugging herself. "- I’m just going over to work on a project, where not even friends are just trying to get this over with.” Gwen ate some of her cereal clenching her teeth.
“Right. But, just make sure you get something Raw in you, before that hour... Hey, you got this now.” She walked up the stairs. Gwen almost physically slapped herself.
She started to type up a canceling text a couple times, but deleted them immediately. taking a deep breath to calm herself.'You can control yourself, a lot better than before, let's just get this project out the way.' She turned off her phone and put it down.
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Study Night.
Miles and Gwen sat on the couch in the living room, working on their project. Well at least Gwen was, she was doing most of the work on the computer. While Miles was acting like he was doing something, but was making a paper airplane behind her back, slumped down on the couch waiting on her.
As it was getting late, Miles was feeling a little bold as he sat back on the couch looking at the side of Gwen's highly focused face. She was typing fast on the laptop, he reached for the tip of her hair Gwen abruptly stopped typing.
“Why did you dye your hair black but keep the front part the same?” His tone was a mix of, nonchalant, and boredom. Gwen turned around snatching her hair out of his hand.
“What?” She asked with confused knitted eyebrows.
“I said—”
“-I know, what you said, but what the fuck are you talking about?” He shrugged, still with the boredom look on his face. Gwen turned back to the laptop, and started to hesitate on answering his question.
“Because I wanted to. You got a problem with it?” Turning back around to face him. He held his hands up slowly and surrendered, while still laying back on the couch. She turned back to the project. As her mind started to think rapidly.
"And why do you care anyway, I thought you hated it."
“You shouldn’t have made me mad.-“ putting his finger up to stop her response. “- Buttt. Honestly.. I like it on you a lot, it's increíblemente sexy.” His voice coquet.
Gwen felt her cheeks turn hot.
She instantly shook her head.
“Stop doing that.” Side eyeing him. He laughed instantly, knowing what she’s talking about.
“Why do you wear gold rings in your braids anyway?”
“One of them was my dad’s.” Silence grew. Gwen felt kinda…Sad?
”And the other one is because I look so good with the first one.” Breaking the silence. Gwen chuckled but quickly straightened her face back.
Miles noticed that and sat up.
“Why do you do that?” He asked looking at the side of her face.
“Do what?”
“Hide your emotions from me.”
She shrugged. And started typing again.
“Maybe because it just wasn’t all that funny to begin with.”
“It got a chuckle outta Gwen Stacy, it had to be pretty fucking funny.” She turned and looked at him fully.
“It was a pity laugh, I pity you—”
“-I like your pity laugh.” He retorts quickly. Blue met hazel.
It got quiet, as they both looked at each other...
Her heart started randomly racing,
'That can't be normal'. She parted her lips about to speak, but Miles started to look at her lips. She felt her stomach start to flutter, 'What the hell-' Miles leaned in. 'I should move, what am I doing?', but her body doesn’t let her, and Miles..kisses her, Tenderly..
His lips felt so soft she could feel the warmth of his breath, it almost felt pillowy against her own. The room temperature felt homey. Their lips moved effortlessly together and she felt lost, his lips tasted almost like honey, or- tongue.
She pulled away, clenching her eyes closed, but she felt herself breathing his air, her forehead was on his. Her eyes lifted slowly, blue meeting hazel, she looked down at the red carpet. They haven't been this close since they held each other in the library, but this was a whole other level.
“I-Imma leave now.” She said softly. And pulled away to get up, and headed for the door.
“Let me drop you off.” He offered.
She just leaves.
—-
Gwen is walking, she finds herself blushing furiously.
‘We should have ate his face !!!’