Chapter 36
MILES
Being Spiderman.
Was.
AMAZING!!!!!
Holy shit it was by far the coolest thing to have ever happened to him.
And one time, Uncle Loki snuck him to Asgard.
It had been a few weeks since he’d been bitten, and he was getting pretty damn good at the superhero gig. Peter had helped him train him with web slinging and using their heightened senses while Wade helped him with combat.
His parents totally bought the lie that he was spending his weekends helping Pete out more, and the two men took the opportunity to take little vacations and host various fundraisers. Spiderman took to the streets once more, and his family believed Miles was babysitting so Peter could resume his alter-ego and get away from the kids for a bit.
Pretty foolproof plan, if he did say so himself.
Peter put a tracker in the suit and made him check in every hour, while Wade was on standby should Spiderman need assistance from Deadpool.
It felt a little like babysitting, but if Miles got to kick ass and possibly take down a weapons ring...then he was all for the over protective big brothers.
Even the people of New York were excited to have Spidey back, getting cheers and thanks left and right.
It was everything he dreamed of and more. And even though it felt bad to lie to his parents, he knew they’d understand once he told them. You know...when he felt ready.
Currently he was scoping out a weapon’s deal, two small parties in a warehouse...one of which he believed belonged to the infamous Kingpin. He got photo evidence and waited for the transaction to be completed before making his presence known.
Guns were drawn but he was able to evade the bullets, offering a few quips for good measure and stringing up most of the goons.
Most, since two of Kingpin’s men got away, and he quickly webbed off after them. He only found one and cornered him, but before he could do anything his senses told him there was a gun pointed at the back of his head.
The other goon.
But as he turned around to face him, the gun dropped to the floor and sounds of grunts filled the air. Now towering over the fallen man was a dark red figure with...horns on his head?
Miles stood gaping at him, wondering who the hell this guy was when his senses warned him of the goon still behind them. But again, before he could do anything an escrima stick went flying past his head and knocked the man down to the floor.
...who...the fuck
“Hey!” he barked out to the red devil, suddenly angry for his ego’s sake. “What the hell man I had them!” Miles had never even heard of this guy, so he wasn’t sure if he was friend or foe.
“Relax kid, you’re in my neck of the woods,” the man quipped, walking around him to check the kind of weapons the men had and grab his stick back.
“Kid?!” Miles asked in offense. “I’m Spider man .”
“No you’re not,” red devil said nonchalantly as Miles sputtered back at him. The childish side of him wanted to web the man up, and maybe it would serve this pompous ass right. “You may have his abilities but you’re not the original Spiderman,” the man added before the teen could demonstrate his abilities.
“I...who the hell are you anyway?” the arachnid demanded, trying to keep his voice from squeaking in anger. The vigilante turned to him for a moment and just stared at the teen.
“Daredevil.”
“Pfft. Okay Mr. Daredevil, why are you interrupting my bust?”
“Your bust? Kid, this is Hell’s Kitchen. Which is my jurisdiction. The better question is why the hell you’re pretending to be Spiderman.”
“I...I am Spiderman! And stop calling me kid,” Miles said with a pout, not really arguing his own case. “I have the suit and the abilities, what makes you think I’m not-”
“-your heartbeat is different. Not to mention your clear lack of training,” Daredevil said as he made his way out of the warehouse. Miles followed him, switching back and forth in his head between cursing this guy out and just leaving the situation entirely.
He chose the former.
“Look, I don’t know what kind of mutant factory you crawled out of mister wannabe hero, but I’m betting SHIELD isn’t aware of your ‘jurisdiction’-”
“-I’m not a mutant and I never said I was a hero. And if you want to tell them,” the man said before whipping around and facing Miles, “be my guest.” Miles stared at him for a moment, wondering how he was able to call his bluff when the other guy just smirked at him.
“I’ll do it,” Miles threatened, trying to appear taller. He was six two and about the same height as the vigilante.
“Like I said, be my guest. But if I were a gambling man, I’d guess the Avengers aren’t exactly aware of you replacing the original. So run along and tattle if you feel the need.”
“You...I...just stay out of my way when it comes to Kingpin. I’ve been following his crew for weeks now and I don’t need some wannabe Avenger getting in my way.” The other man had the audacity to laugh, which only infuriated Miles further.
“Well congrats on getting the training wheels off, I’ve been following him for months. Now, if you’ll excuse me, little boy,” Daredevil said before climbing up a building, leaving the teen glaring from the streets below.
He got a notification from Karen that Peter wanted him back home to check in, which the teen considered an opportune time to ask about this cocky ‘hero.’
He made it back to Peter’s fairly quickly, swinging through the streets and making sure no one could see him before changing in his brother’s backyard. Peter had built what looked like a shed, but housed all of Spiderman’s suits and weapons. After throwing on a pair of sweats, he climbed the stairs of the back porch before letting himself in through the backdoor.
Wade was at the stove cooking something that smelled delicious while the rest of the family was seated around the dinner table. The kids were coloring while Peter had his laptop in front of him and smiled at his little brother when he joined the others.
“Hey Miles, how was your outing?” Peter asked, but with something sinister happening in his smile. Wade turned around with a matching cheesy smile on his face, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for Miles to answer.
“Yeah, Smiles, meet anyone interesting?” Miles suddenly felt the desire to face palm, remembering that the suit had cameras on it.
“You both knew about Daredevil?” the teen asked in annoyance, wondering why neither bothered to tell him.
“Never met him, but I like the kid,” Wade said with a smirk before turning back to the stove.
“Kid?”
“Miles, the dude was probably late teens early twenties. He was most likely just messing with you. Though you did give your age away with the squeaky voice,” Peter said without looking up from his laptop.
“My voice was not squeaky!” Miles exclaimed, immediately pouting when everyone laughed at the - begrudging - squeak in his voice. Goddamn puberty.
“Nothing wrong with having a crush, Smiles,” Wade said as he put what Miles assumed to be chimichangas into the oven. The teen’s eyes bulged from his head as he processed those words before sputtering out a response.
“What? I...I don’t...I don’t even like dudes! He just...pissed me off!” Not only had he always only been attracted to girls (which was an interesting conversation to have, coming out as straight to his two gay dads), but he hadn’t even seen his face! How could he have a crush on someone he couldn’t see? “I think I’m getting somewhere with-” Miles caught himself, looking at his niece and nephews and remembering Peter’s rule about only the three knowing about Miles being Spiderman, “-that...research project at the library. And he just swooped in and stole my thunder!”
“Aw, I haven’t seen you this flustered since Katie,” Wade cooed in a condescending tone, making his way to join the others at the table. “He was about your age, Leo, and had this crush on his classmate, Katie, who kicked his ass at everything.”
“Alright, point taken. I have not matured since I was seven. I get it, if you’ll excuse me though I’m going to go write my report,” Miles said before swiftly leaving the table, ignoring the snickers that followed him down the hall.
He DID NOT have a crush on Daredevil.