Mayday climbed on top of Miles shoulders before getting held with two hands, head facing down. “ You are so bad at holding a baby! “ Peter B. Parker says putting his hand on Miles shoulder. Miles had a slight smile on and he felt things being better, a break from the world outside. A break from all those spiders.
“We got your location Peter.”
.. What?
Miles looked at the watch that turned red, he looked back at Peter as his smile faded quickly away. Miles slowly backed away from him, mind not registering the words coming from his mouth. He quickly gave Peter back Mayday before walking out to meet the other spiders ready to attack.
He just wanted to save his damn dad.
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The chains made a clinking noise as Miles tried to get out of them. “ It’s unfair you can keep your dad when mine died.” The purple figure said. “I-I, M-My Uncle A-Aaron died! I just- don’t want my dad to go..” Miles said as he span slowly around.
His other self came up to him, claw in hand, and held it over his face. Miles looked up and his eyes quivered as he saw the light get closer. He squinted as it became to bright, but then got met with a burning white pain on his face. A animalistic noise mixed with sobs and screams, the voice his.
He just wanted to go home.
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Miles entered the house through his room window, he hissed at every movement he made and slowly crept his way to his chair. He didn’t want to get blood on his bed. The lack of natural light deemed it midnight, he didn’t have the strength to pull himself from the chair to get his parents. His dad would understand he was spiderman right? He wouldn’t hate him and throw him out while he’s s bleeding right?
Miles didn’t register the soft yellow light pouring into the room from the door. The opening and the classic, “PDNY, put your hands up!” He didn’t notice when the chair moved and his parents brought him to the living room where the lights are the most bright. He didn’t feel his mothers arms graze over the deep cuts that show bone, tissue, and mussle. He didn’t feel the warm blood leaving his body either through his mouth or cuts.He didn’t notice the loud worries of when his eyes finally shut.
So much for nothing, maybe I am a mistake.
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