Miles was getting put into Summer Camp for the year due to his parents and he wasn’t allowed to step foot into HQ or his home until it was over, Miguel agreed solely to annoy Miles and it was working.
So there he was, stood in front of a gate with a bunch of kids walking in past him.
He was wearing black shorts and a bright red t-shirt, apparently it was meant to be uniform?
Miles was actually going to have a mental breakdown.
“Come on, mate. Can’t be that bad.” Hobie said over the watch.
“Haha! Brooklyn Summer Camp seems weird!” Pav smiled.
Pavitr was over at Hobie’s place, he usually was over the weekends.
“You aren’t making this better.” Miles stated.
“I can tell Morales is gonna be whiny the whole time at HQ.” Hobie grinned.
Morales was the Prowler version of himself, along with his significant other.
A clingy one too.
“Oh yeah, you don’t even show up when Pav is away!” Miles argued.
“That’s different.” Hobie said.
Miles rolled his eyes once again and walked over to the trees near the entrance where he was out of the way, he had four hours to get in.
If he did manage to run away, Where was he supposed to go until summer ended?
Miles stopped the call and began to look at his phone, he frowned when he saw a couple counsellors walking in through the gates.
This was going to be a long time...
It was only the start of the day too, how the hell was he supposed to make it through the day?
He felt some sort of presence behind him, it wasn’t his spider-sense telling him though, it was instinct.
“I don’t like what you’re wearing.” A voice said.
Miles looked to his left and raised a brow, he spotted the Prowler mask worn by his other self, he should’ve seen this coming.
“You’re in my universe... why?” Miles asked.
Morales didn’t really join the spider society, Miguel just gave him a watch and let him into HQ due to how helpful he could be sometimes.
“Gwen told me you weren’t going to be seeing anyone over the summer, but she didn’t tell me I wasn’t going to see you.” Morales shrugged.
His braids swayed lightly in the wind, something Miles constantly noticed.
“I wanna go home, like- right now.” Miles said.
“You can’t go to yours, but you can come to mine.” Morales offered.
“As if I have a choice.” Miles deadpanned wan he shut off his phone.
“Good answer, ángel.” Morales grinned as he opened a portal to his own universe through the watch on his wrist of the Prowler suit.
Morales walked through the portal and Miles quickly followed him straight into Morales’ room, though Miles hadn’t really thought this through too much.
Meh.
He’d think about it later.
Miles immediately hopped onto Morales’ bed after changing out of his shoes, Morales frowned at the others actions which confused Miles.
“Go change. Uniform is ugly and you deserve much better than something like that.” Morales said as he removed the gauntlet on his hand.
“Into what exactly?” Miles asked.
“You choose.” Morales stated.
Miles got up and went into the bathroom before seeing a grey hoodie and grey shorts, of course, Morales planned this.
Miles was starting to wonder if he was just overly clingy or if he was an actual stalker.
Both at the same time would be much worse.
Miles quickly changed out of the camp uniform before strolling outside of the bathroom.
“You’re creepy.” Miles commented.
“Gracias, amor.” Morales smiled.
Miles took Morales into his own embrace and just stood there for a couple minutes, letting himself unwind from all the Spider-Man duties he had.
They would get taken care of by Spider-Noir and Spider-Ham, Since their universes got pretty boring for them of course.
If not, Gwen would stop by to make sure everything is in order.
Miles failed to notice the fact that somehow, Morales was able to move him towards his own bed.
“I hate you.” Miles stated.
“And who said I didn’t hate you?” Morales asked as he laid down and dragged Miles with him.
“It’s pretty obvious you don’t.” Miles rolled his eyes as he blinked dramatically.
“If it was pretty obvious you hated me, I don’t think you would’ve agreed to spend the summer with me.” Morales shrugged.
“Like I had a choice.” Miles retorted.
“You did, you chose not to make one.” Morales countered as he swung his arms around Miles’ stomach contently.
“Yeah, Yeah.” Miles stated.
“I always win, can you not accept that, Spider-Man?” Morales questioned.
“You’re very cocky, Prowler.” Miles grinned.
“At least I have the right to be.” Morales said.
Miles gasped and immediately turned away from Morales, he scooted himself a couple inches from the edge of the bed and it was two feet away from Morales who had the space up against the wall.
“Regresa, Querido.” Morales begged.
“After what you said to me? De ninguna manera.” Miles frowned.
“I hate it when you make a fuss about everything.” Morales sighed as he crossed his arms.
Miles strongly disagreed about making a fuss about everything.
He wouldn’t if there was no fuss to make.
Miles felt lonely once again when he heard Morales stop talking, sure, he was awake but definitely not near Miles.
He was on the other side of the bed and Miles was... a little bit affection-starved to say the least.
Fighting Miguel and the rest of the spider verse along with receiving harsh comments from people in his school and people in general whenever he was Spider-man or himself wasn’t exactly too encouraging.
He had absolutely no affection for what, a few months? Positive things didn’t come to Miles easily, and three people complimenting him didn’t seem to satisfy his brain.
Not that Miles didn’t like Pav, Hobie or Gwen’s positive affirmations that he’s doing a good job.
Miguel just bullied him.
Miles blinked when he realized he was in a state of boredom, so he subtly moved backwards and towards where Morales should be, all the way until he felt two arms wrap around him.
Miles melted into the touch and he immediately softened into Morales.
“Thank you for letting me stay here.” Miles whispered as he closed his eyes.
“Anytime. couldn’t let such a jewel like you go waste away, could I? You’re too good for it.” Morales asked.
Morales kissed the back of Miles’ neck gently and let his head rest there.
“Te amo.” Miles said.
“Yo también te amo, mi vida.” Morales replied.
Miles flipped himself around to face Morales, he let his own head hang low as Morales kissed the top of his hair.
Eventually, he fell asleep not having to worry about camp, all he had to worry about was how he’d get out of bed the next morning due to Morales’ shitty sleep schedule.