Not Your Lover
Miles knew something was wrong, he figured it out immediately, not really, but he did.
He knew he needed to leave. He knew he needed to get home. He wanted nothing more than to get home.
But every thought of leaving and going home, back to his home where his family was, disappeared when he heard the door open.
Home was where he had his family.
But home didn't have you.
"I'm back, Mrs. Morales!"
Miles froze the second he heard, standing in the hallway before he slowly turned on his heel to see you.
You looked just as beautiful. The same way you did before he couldn't save you.
Miles didn't know what to do, just watching as you left your things by the door, looking around as you walked in before your eyes met his.
Miles almost broke down once your eyes met him, your same smile on your face that you always had for him as you got closer.
"You okay, Miles?" You asked, your smooth voice bringing Miles nothing but comfort as he couldn't help but stare at you.
You looked at Miles confused, Miles couldn't help but to bring himself forward, bringing you into a much needed hug as he buried his face into your neck, almost crying as the familiar scent of your perfume he had gotten you filled his senses.
"Woah." Miles held onto you as you said in surprise, not letting go as you slowly hugged him back, he felt your arms around him as he did his best not to cry.
Miles didn't want to do anything but to stay with you, but couldn't as you pulled back, looking at him with seemingly worry as you cupped his cheek.
"Are you feeling okay?" You asked, concerned as Miles almost didn't hear you, barely shaking his head.
"No- yeah. I'm okay." Miles barely muttered out, eyes darting over your entire face, not wanting to look away in fear you would leave as you did before.
"Okay, then." You gave him a weird look before you smiled, brushing off his weird behavior as you took his hand, leading him out and to the stairs.
"Come on. I made something for you."
Miles could hear you say as you walked up the stairs quickly, like you always did, leaving him behind for a moment.
"Hey, wait up!" Miles called after you, desperate to not let you out his sight but stopped in pain as he glitched, groaning in pain as he leaned into the railing.
"Miles?"
Miles looked up to see you standing above the flight of stairs, looking at him weirdly.
Miles saved himself, waving his hand to dismiss your worry as he climbed after you quickly.
You got to the roof first, Miles coming through the door not far after.
"Hey-" Miles tried once more before he stopped himself, looking around the roof, the changes evident as he looked back and forth.
That wasn't everything that was new.
Miles couldn't help but look at the brick wall, staring for a moment before a passing by train lit it up, giving just enough time for Miles to see the painted face.
The face no longer was Uncle Aaron and you.
But instead was Miles' dad.
Miles couldn't look away, his wide eyes staring at the portrait of his dad.
He didn't save his dad. His dad was gone.
He needed to go home. He had to go home.
Miles couldn't move, his feet planted to the floor.
Miles only turned when he remembered you were there, he slowly turned his head, expecting to see anything but he got nothing.
Your face was changed, everything was different now as any aspect he saw of his (Name) was gone, replaced by someone else he didn't know.
Miles wanted to deny it, but the way you looked at him before a small smirk came onto your face rendered him, every spider sense screaming for him to get the hell out.
Suddenly, you whistled a soft tune. Your cunning smile still on your face as you walked around Miles, his eyes following you, a mistake.
Miles watched as a figure dressed in a familiar but different suit jumped from the rooftop of another building, Miles thought to escape but couldn't, already punched down to the floor.
"Too bad. He's pretty cute."
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Miles woke up with a pain, his body felt constricted and his sight blurred as everything hurt.
He couldn't remember where he was or what happened for a moment before his eyes shot open, the panic setting in.
Miles was chained to a punching bag, looking around frantically before he saw you.
Your back was turned to him, working at a desk peacefully.
Miles breathed heavily, panicking as he moved around, making the chains clink together and catching your attention.
You perked up quickly, turning around to look at him as you took out an earphone, looking him over like he was some sort of joke.
You then smiled, a smile he once loved, but a smile he now couldn't place and one he was growing to hate.
You whistled softly once more, a soft alert as you put down everything onto the desk, now leaning against it as you waited.
Miles was too stunned to speak, trying to find the words before he stopped as he looked up, seeing the one who rendered him unconscious now hanging from a support beam, dropping down quickly.
Miles stared at him as he stared back, his masked face concealing his identity.
Miles watched almost fearfully as panic rose again, spider senses hay-wire as the masked one got closer, close enough for Miles to look at his face directly.
"Take off the fucking mask. It's not scaring anyone, babe."
Miles glanced at you, seemingly shocked and hurt as you called him babe.
But Miles was even more shocked as he heard the one in the mask sigh, the mask coming off a moment later to stun Miles even more.
Under the mask, resided his face. Miles Morales' exact copy was under the mask, or at least, him in this world.
Miles could only watch as the formerly masked Miles glared at him before his copy walked over to you, forced to watch as you smiled up at him.
Miles could feel his heart beating and almost cracking as you glanced at him, the same smug smile on your lips as your Miles stood close to you.
Your Miles slipped his hand onto your neck, kissing your forehead before he went to your lips, and greedily, you accepted his kiss.
Miles knew a lot in his life, and that was that he loved his (Name) and she loved him.
You were not his (Name).
His (Name) died for him.
You would be the death of him.