Uncle knows best
“Aiight so let me get this straight.” Aaron chuckles, smacking his fingers on his lips. With each finger, a sucking ‘pop’ came from him. He had just finished a beef patty while Miles was filling him in on everything that had happened in the past twelve months. He glances over to Miles with a bit of a look before speaking. Not mad, not confused, but almost kind of amused and curious.
“You got with that blonde haired girl, y’all broke up cause she was gay, you found out YOU was gay, you got some weird fear of not being loved, you fell inlove with that curly haired boy, y’all kissed, but then you pushed him away and kicked him out of your crib ‘cause you was scared?” Aaron summarizes, wiping his mouth of any remaining beef. He moves his hands with every event he summarizes, ending it all off with a hand on Miles back. Miles looks away, now feeling a bit embarrassed hearing the story outloud. Was it really that weird sounding? He pinches the bridge of his nose and throws his head back, an exasperated sigh escapes his lips before he speaks again
“When you put it like that you make me seem so…” Miles trails off, attempting to find the word to describe this moment. He continues to pinch the bridge of his nose, throwing his head down as he hears faint footsteps above, before he can look up he hears a voice.
“Stupid?” A voice responds. Miles and Aaron both look up at the direction of muffled voice.
There he was, Miles G. Morales, also known as the Prowler. He dangles from the ceiling beam as he looks down at his uncle and earth 1610 counterpart. Although he couldn’t see, Miles *knew* he was smirking under the mask. He pouts and walks closer to the other him, looking up at him. Upon noticing his 1610 counterpart coming over, he drops down from the beam and stands in front of Miles.
“Okay listen, I ain’t come here to be verbally assaulted by my uncle and other version of me.” Miles sternly says. He wasn’t upset persay, but he did genuinely need help and right now he wasn’t getting it. He needed to put his foot down.
Aaron and Miles G both raise a brow at this (despite Miles G having his mask on), they knew he was serious right now. Aaron walks to another part of the room, Miles eyes following him.
“Okay kid, what *did* you come for?” Aaron asks, turning his attention to his cassette player. He turns on tupac and struts to sit down on the couch, Miles G passing Miles to follow closely behind. He sits on the arm of the couch and watches the conversation.
“I came for advice.” Miles confesses, still standing where he was. He shoves his hands in his pockets and takes a breath in waiting for a response.
Aaron shrugs his shoulders, motioning for Miles to sit next to him on the couch. Miles does as told.
Aaron looks around the room, the sound of Tupacs music playing in the back as he thinks of words to say.
Finally, something comes to mind.
“Aiight well for one..” He starts, turning to his nephew.
“You stop lettin them fears take you like that. You ain’t gonna get no where like that.” Aaron lightly scolds, his voice smooth yet stern. Understanding, yet serious.
“So just stop being stupid.” Miles G chimes in, now unmasking. Aaron turns his head around quickly upon hearing his nephew speak.
“Fool, did I ask you to speak?” Aaron glares, grabbing one of Miles G braids and yanking it. Miles G hisses and glares back at his uncle in return, he has a mean mug on his face as he stares. Aaron rolls his eyes and turns back to Miles.
“Listen to your other you though, stop being dumb.” He punches the younger males shoulder playfully.
“Like I haven’t tried that…” Miles mutters a bit annoyed, in all honesty this was terrible advice. He was better off staying home.
“Try harder.” Aaron advises. Miles rolls his eyes.
‘I REALLY should’ve stayed home.’ Miles thinks to himself. So far this was terrible, and the funny part about that is they only JUST began this little advice session.
“Only thing stopping you from loving that boy is yourself. You’re making your fears part of you when you need to separate them from you.” Aaron adds, upon noticing his nephews reaction. He pulls his nephew closer for a side hug. Miles eyes go a bit wide.
‘So he CAN give decent advice.’ He thinks to himself.
“Just use the shoulder touch.” Miles G chimes in again. Another look was shot at him from Uncle Aaron, he reaches for his braid again but Miles G moves fast enough to not get yanked. They share a quick smirk before turning their attention back to Miles.
Miles let’s out a small ‘yeesh’. Although the shoulder touch worked for his earth 42 counterpart, it would never work for him.
“Noooo thanks.” Miles mutters, internally cringing at the memory of the first time he attempted to use it. He internally grimaces at the memory replaying in his mind.
He never *did* understand how the shoulder touch worked for Uncle Aaron, Miles G, and the OTHER Uncle Aaron. Maybe it was all about charisma level.
Or maybe Miles was just too much of a dork to be cool.
Miles G stares and shrugs before slowly starting to move.
“Aiight, man. Yo loss.” He says, heading towards the window.
“…Good luck though.” Miles G mutters, re-masking and heading out Uncle Aaron’s house from the window. Although he seemed a bit unimpressed, uninterested, and most importantly, not serious about the situation, he wanted Miles to be happy. So even if he gave bad advice, his wishes for good luck was genuine. Miles smiles softly before turning back to his Uncle.
“How come he leaves through the window?” Miles asks as Uncle Aaron gets up from the couch. He walks to his cassiet player and turns the Tupac that was previously playing off.
“Ever since I started schoolin him on how to be the Prowler he’s been doin it. He must think he’s cool. Kids a dork like you.” Aaron answers with a chuckle, his attention slowly shifting. Miles nods and gets up from the couch.
It made sense that Miles G was a bit of a dork, despite him being the prowler and being from a different dimension. He was still Miles.
“I think ima head home, Uncle Aaron.” Miles informs, glancing at his watch. His parents were both off of work for the day and he didn’t want them to worry too much.
“Aiight, cool.” Aaron responds, watching Miles make the portal back to his home. He smiles softly at his nephew.
“Good luck, Kid.” Aaron softly whispers under his breath, watching Miles walk in to the portal and disappear from sight.
He goes back to what he was doing before Miles came.
Miles walks into his house, he smiles softly at his parents.
“Hey Mami, Hi dad.” He greets, taking off his shoes upon arrival.
“Hola Miho!” His mother greets in return, she gives her son a big hug and kisses his cheek. His father waves with a smile.
“Did you have fun doing your spidey stuff?” His mom asks him, making a web slinging motion with small ‘pew pew’ side affects.
After the whole situation with the spot, he kind of had no choice *but* to tell his parents he was spider-man. Even though his mom was INCREDIBLY upset with Miguel, she was very accepting of it and often made jokes about it.
His father was a bit less friendly to the idea, though it was only because he didn’t want his son to get hurt. Afterall, he was his pride and joy.
“Yeah, it was cool Ma.” Miles lets out a small chuckle, taking off his jacket.
“Nothing too dangerous though, right??” She asks with a bit of worry. Although she was friendly with the idea of Miles being spider-man she was still very concerned for him.
“Of course Mami.” Miles responds back.
“Okay, good. I’m going to leave your dinner out incase you get hungry later, your father and I are going to sleep now. We just stayed up to make sure you got home.” She informs, kissing her sons cheek. With a nod, Miles says his goodnights and heads over to his room door.
‘What should I text Pav?’ He thinks as he slowly opens the door.
A slightly buff figure stands near his window, he looks at the view longingly before he turns around as he hears the door open.
They both parties freeze as they are reunited with eachothers familiar faces.
Miles heartbeat fastens up, (quickly though quietly), he closes the door.
There he was, Pavitr Prabhakar. Standing at Miles window sill with flowers in his hand.
Pavitr gulps, his nerves were taking over but… it was too late to back down. Shakily, he speaks.
“Miles… can we please talk?” He pleads, his eyes begging as he moves a bit closer. Flowers making a ‘swoosh’ sound in his hands.
‘Guess I don’t need to text him anymore.’