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Miles cuddles up to Ganke, scrolling through his notes app trying to figure out how to talk to Cindy. They've had a few things on the bulleted list, but none of them really seemed to work all that well. Introductions weren't needed, thankfully, but maybe Ganke could get through to her in a way Miles couldn't.
"Okay- so, how am I gonna do this?" Miles starts.
"I honestly have no idea- shit she's ringing."
"Shit shit okay answer it!"
Ganke's hogging the camera with Miles' bandana co-starring in the corner. When she finally loads, Cindy's on a roof, red bandana around her face. Ganke chuckled at the deep inhale from Miles, who was about to open his mouth when Cindy did it for both of them:
"Ganke, bro- you are not gonna believe- Oh, Miles is here too! Hi Miles!"
"Hey Cindy."
"You guys are not gonna believe this."
Ganke adjusts his glasses, something Miles always found hotter than he should've. "Yeah, we probably won't."
"Damn bro let me get the news out. So this spider bit me, right? It was like red and white and black--kinda' menacing, anyway- Spiderman came around a half hour later, said he sensed me- then took me to a superhero meeting where-"
Ganke sighed. "-Mooncake, we know you're Silk."
Miles' eyes went wide at the nickname. Mooncake would be a fire superhero name- but a tad unserious as well. Then again, he fought a man named Mr. Negative who destroyed city hall so maybe it was serious.
Cindy stared at the camera for a moment, wondering how he would've even known that. Damn. Almost like she was wearing a suit.
"Who told you?"
"Spiderman." Ganke tugs at the back on Miles' tank top, a jolt crawling up his spine. Dickhead.
"Oh please, I'm the only superhero you know."
Ouch. "Yeah okay, but how many do you know?"
"I met a lot of them earlier-"
"Aht aht- By name?"
Cindy let out a huff. "None of them."
"And that's the point. You need a proper mask to cover your identity no matter how plain you look. And superheroes need a confidant to trust with their identity, as a new-comer, you are neither a good hero nor a trustworthy person to them right now."
"I do not look plain." Really, that's what you got out of that?
Miles and Ganke gave her the knowing minority stare, the one that said she and Ganke would blend right in if they were in Queens at this very moment.
"Okay, okay, maybe I do look a little plain."
"That's good for when you get unmasked." Miles butts in, Ganke let out a chuckle.
"When? Damn Miles, you have that little faith in me?"
"I mean...yeah, kinda. It's not about you personally, it's just that your mask is not really a mask. You need to protect yourself and the ones you love doing this type of work if you're gonna be a hero. If you're revealed, even if it's just a tear- they'll have more info than you could ever imagine."
"Miles, what do you know?" She was starting to get on their nerves, but Miles knew the questions came from a place of misplaced ignorance and subtle pride you get at the beginning. You think you're untouchable, believe me, they all do. But the world humbles you very, very quickly.
Ganke's hand worked his way under his bonnet, gently stroking his hair. "He knows more than you think. Now Cindy, please- who do you care about?"
"You, Miles, Albert, others."
"See, if you get exposed, everyone else in your life is subject to danger. Not ideal, not what you want."
"No definitely not."
"Cool, so I want you to adjust that mask situation for me. Tie your hair up too."
"Yeah, okay."
Ganke sighed. "Get going, it's late."
"Spiders are nocturnal, how about you guys go to sleep?"
"Bitch-"
And she hung up. Ganke shook his head, and Miles just sunk deeper into his arms. She didn't learn a damn thing and they knew it. Oh well, she'll just have to learn the hard way. Ganke stroked Miles' hair until his hand was coated with a thin layer of Shea Moisture, and he still kept going because he'll be damned if a little product stops him. Miles kept on going through his Notes app, saw a few unsent confessions, a few very explicit thoughts, and a fanfic Ganke wrote about meeting Spiderman from seventh grade (before he found out). Then he swiped off when Ganke tried his hardest to snatch the phone back.
"If you wanna check anything, check Twitter."
Miles was enjoying himself, but stopped scrolling when he saw the recent thread: Eleven pictures of him going to fucking town on whatever he was eating, but this? Ganke.
spidermanager
- @spidermenace bro can u eat me out like this
Miles slowly turned to look up at him. How did Ganke even get this picture. When did he get this picture? Why was Miles eating that burger like it was his last meal? His nose was damn near touchin' the cheddar jack cheese. Damn, was it good? Too many questions, too little context, with far too many quote tweets. He could see it now, all the porn bots and horny shit posters tweeting this for the next month.
"Ganke."
"Yeah?"
Miles giggled into his chest. "Just post the next fight clip please."
"Alright bro just help me pick." Ding. Ding.
Miles grabs his phone with three fingers and a prayer. "If this is anything like Tombstone and Black Cat, I will break up with you on the spot."
"...You are so fucking lucky I love you."