through his eyes
Miles Apartment (Earth-1610.)
There wasn’t much to do with you gone, leaving Miles bored out of his mind. He’d only woken up a few moments ago, but already anticipated an empty day. He’d gotten so used to hanging out with you everyday over the summer that he was unsure how he was going to be able to adjust back to the way things were before then.
He sighed, getting up and zipping his suit on almost immediately. If he was going to be bored, he might as well be bored patrolling the city.
Though after about an hour or so of swinging through the city, he hadn’t found any villains to stop or civilians to save. He sighed, landing on a rooftop that overlooked your school's building to take refuge. He hadn’t meant to swing by the area, it just sorta happened- like his subconscious took over.
“Stalking your girl is never the way to go.” a voice quipped from behind him, making him jump.
Miles turned around, startled. “God- Hobie what are you even doing here?!”
He shrugged, walking over to him. “Gwendy said you were miserable so I figured I’d pay you a visit.”
“I’m not miserable.” Miles huffed.
“If you ask for my opinion-”
“I don’t.”
“-I think you’ve gotta man up and make a move on her.”
“And how do you suppose I do that?” Miles grumbles, leaning against the ledge overlooking your school.
“Just be yourself, ask her on a date maybe.” Hobie reassured.
“And if she rejects me?” Miles retorts.
“Try not to cry.”
Miles rolled his eyes. “Anyone ever tell you that you suck at advice?”
“‘Ey- that’s not what you said when I taught you about your palms.” Hobie quipped, throwing his hands up in defense.
Miles takes a step back from the ledge. “My superpowers and a girl I like are two totally different things!”
Hobie's eyebrows raised at his little outburst. He knew Miles liked you but didn't ever expect him to admit it. “Maybe, you could use your superpowers to get the girl.” Hobie suggested.
“Are you kidding me? She can never find out I’m Spiderman!” Miles exclaimed. “What if it scares her away?”
“That’d be unfortunate.” Hobie muttered lowly, checking his watch. “Oh, and Gwen says ‘don’t be a coward, ask to walk her home.’”
Miles' eyes widened through his suit. “That’s.. not a bad idea.”
Hobie smirks at his comment, looking back down at his watch again. “Gwen also says ‘I know, you can thank me later.’”
He rolled his eyes once more, “Thank you, Gwen.” Miles mocked.
Miles checked the time on his phone anxiously as he waited for you at the entrance of your school.
3:30PM
He took a breath of relief, knowing he was right on time, the bell should’ve rang just seconds prior. He was standing at the bottom of the entry stairs, scanning through the students walking out, looking for you.
A couple minutes pass, and still no sign of you; Miles starts to question if he was even at the right school.
But then he hears your laugh, and relief floods his body again. He turned around, a smile on his face- one that quickly faded once he realized what you were laughing at. Or whether, who you were laughing at. He feels his stomach sink, and turns in the opposite direction.
Who the hell is that?
He can’t help but think to himself this was a bad idea. He knew you were likable, but he didn’t expect you to make friends so quickly given your social anxiety.
Maybe I should just leave-
“Miles?” he hears your saccharine voice call out to him.
Shit. Too late now.
He turns around, completely unprepared to face you. “Hey!” he manages to get out, flashing an awkward smile at you as you paused on the steps.
A grin forms on your lips, and if you weren’t standing next to a 6’3 blond towering over you- Miles would have felt more relaxed upon seeing it. “What are you doing here?”
He cleared his throat, focusing back on you. “Well I uh.. figured since it was your first day I’d walk you home?” he asks, his tone unsure.
You smiled at his words before the boy to the left of you interjected. “I’m guessing you don’t need that ride?” he asks, pulling your attention away from him.
Yeah, she doesn’t.
Seriously who even was this guy?!
You shake your head, politely. “Yeah, no- it’s okay. Thank you though.” you smiled at him, causing Miles to roll his eyes.
The boy nodded, making his way down the steps again. “See you tomorrow!” he called back to her.
Finally.
He watched as you turned your eyes back to him, grinning as you rushed down the rest of the stairs to walk beside him. “You miss me that bad?” you teased.
He rolls his eyes at your question. “Don’t make me regret walking you home.”
“Like you could,” you joke.
Miles clears his throat, “So uh, who’s he?” he asks, nodding back to the direction Michael went in.
“Oh! That’s Michael,” you say. “Y’know the one who drives me home after ballet practice?”
“Oh. Him, how nice.” Miles says, gritting his teeth.
You hear the annoyance in his voice, but dismiss it. “We have three classes together and I sit with his group at lunch so I’m not like- alone.”
He doesn’t respond for a moment so you turn to look at him. You grin at the irritated expression on his face. “Jealous?” you tease.
“What? No.” he replies quickly.
You roll your eyes playfully. “So what’d you do all day?”
He scrunches his face, shaking his head like he’s displeased. “Nothing, just laid around all day.”
You gasp, sarcastically. “Whatever are you going to do for the rest of the week?”
“Anticipate the excruciating feeling of going back to school.” he groans, making you laugh.
You cherished these small moments with him and knew that you wouldn't be able to have them as much anymore, so you were happy he came by to walk you home. Your gaze shifts to the ground at the thought of it. “I’ll miss you when you go back.”
Miles’ eyebrows knit together at your words. “Why? We’ll still be neighbors.”
“Not necessarily,” you start. “Don’t you stay at the dorms at Visions?”
Miles had forgotten about that. “Well yeah but- I’ll still be here on weekends so we'll still see each other all the time.”
Oh how you’d wished that was the case.
“Y/n, have you figured out what you’re doing for your mid-term?” Seth asked.
You shake your head, “Not yet.”
“What prompt did Mrs. Rao give you?” Joy questioned, not looking up from her laptop.
“Love.” you answer.
“Just love?”
“Just love. Like- what it means to me and stuff.” you shrug, taking a bite of rice.
“Why don’t you paint Miles?” Kimberly teases, taking a seat at the lunch table next to Steven.
“Why would I paint Miles?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing and as a curious smile forms on your face.
“Cuz you’re like, in love with him.” Wesley chimed in, causing Michael to roll his eyes.
You click your tongue. “I don’t really talk to him anymore.”
“What? Aren’t you guys neighbors?” Steven asked.
“Yeah, but I mean- he’s at Visions five days a week.” He’s also swinging around the city fighting crime, but you don’t say that.
“You don’t text?” Seth questioned.
You shake your head, your lips forming a tight line. “Not as much as we used to do.”
You hadn’t realized how everyone’s attention was on you until now. It’s a given they’d be interested in your love life, but you didn’t think they’d be this intrigued.
Joy’s eyebrows were furrowed together and she had a pitiful expression on her face. “That’s kinda sad..”
You shrug, “That’s just the way things go I guess.”
The bell rings, and you begin to pack up. “I have AP Gov, I’ll see you guys later.” you say, walking away before anyone could respond. You didn’t really want to continue the conversation of where you and Miles stood.
Ever since school started you both seemed to just drift away from each other. Of course it made you sad, but between school, ballet, cheer practice, and art shows- you didn’t really have much time to think about it anyways. It was October now and the last time you’d talked to him was probably two weeks ago. You can’t even recall what it was about.
“What gives? You didn’t even wait for me.” Steven scoffs, taking a seat in the chair next to you.
You had your head face against the desk. “Sorry.” you say muffled, not lifting your head.
Stevens eyebrows knit together. “..Are you okay?”
“I’m great.” you exhale. “Just tired.”
“Kim thinks you're overworking yourself.” He says, blankly.
“Yeah? You agree?” you yawn, lifting your head and straightening up.
“With her? Always.” he grinned.
You roll your eyes playfully. “You two make me sick.” you say, sticking your tongue out like you were disgusted. “You get her anything for your anniversary yet?”
“I did, but I won’t tell you because you’ll just tell her.” he grins.
“Oh come on, I’m not like that.” you say, trying to convince him to tell you but he doesn’t budge. Eventually you give up, accepting defeat as you continue working on the presentation you had to give next period.
You’re just about bored out of your mind, zoned out until you feel a slight pinch on your wrist. The hell?
You look down, seeing a nine-legged spider sink its fangs into your skin.
A boy in a lab coat suddenly barged into the classroom. “Has anyone seen an oddly looking spider?!” he asks, panicked. You’re thankful you had a substitute today, otherwise Mr. Duval would’ve given the poor boy a long lecture on classroom etiquette.
You pinch one of the spider's legs, lifting it up. “This spider?” you ask as it dangles from your fingertips.
A wave of relief washes over the boy's face as he walks over to collect the arachnid. “Sorry about that,” he says, hurrying the spider into a jar. “She’s my science project.”
“You a freshman?” Steven questions, blatantly.
The boy nods.
“It shows.” you hear Steven mumble under his breath. You jab his side and he winces.
“Good luck on your project.” you smile at him, wishing the boy a goodbye as he takes his leave.
Steven nods at the now swelling bite on your hand. “You should probably go to the nurses office and get that checked out.”
“Probably.” you sigh out, closing your laptop and putting it in your bag.
“I’ll see you after school?” He asks. “The groups’ meeting up at the skatepark again.”
You shake your head, standing up and pushing your chair in. “Can’t. Got cheer practice with Joy.” is all you say as you leave the classroom.
juliette: ugh- i get so freaked out by spiders i have no idea how you’re so calm.
You were sitting in the nurse's office, waiting to be checked out when your friends from back home texted.
y/n: that’s not even the gross part, it had NINE legs.
alani: ew what? how?
y/n: it was this freshmans science project
eliza: ohmygod??
juliette: ..was it like
juliette: radioactive??
alani: girl. 💀
eliza: she's not spiderman jules. 😭
You pause at Juliette’s question. You hadn’t even considered that a possibility. The freshman science course was in their radioactive decay unit.. No, that was extremely unlikely. How could a high school freshman turn a spider radioactive?
y/n: im sure its just a regular spider
You send, brushing it off. You don't believe what you just said, but god you hoped it was true.