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Spider-Man by shootTHISmuthafucka

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Not a Fever Dream (Flashback) || Self Para

The night after a field trip to Oscorp, Miles wakes up feeling absolutely awful.

Waking in a cold sweat, or any sweat at all for that matter, is never a good sign of how the rest of the day will go. When Miles awoke in such a state, he groaned and rolled over. He'd only been at 'boarding' school for so many weeks, but of course he had to have his first interaction with the plague while he was away from home.

"Ganke," he said softly. Then he heard his best friend's tell tale snores and he reached over, groaning at the fever-aches, to grab a shoe.

"OW!" the slightly chubby kid grumbled as he fumbled with a counter attack. The shoe came flying back, hitting Miles in the shoulder. "What'd ya wake me up for? I was having a dream about asking that girl in Chemistry, Julia? Asking her to go out with me. She said y-"

"-Yes. And you were going on a great date that was surly going to end in a kiss and that's why it was a dream and not reality."

Ganke pouted for a moment, staring at the moonlit shape of Miles Morales curled up in the fetal position on his dorm bed. The two were best friends, roommates, partners in crime, or, in the event that one of Ganke's other dreams came true, Miles was the Robin to Ganke's Batman. So, instead of asking what made Miles feel the need to 1) be up at this hour, 2) Insist that Ganke was up with him at this hour, and 3) be so $&@$#@& grouchy at this hour, he rolled out of bed and went over to Miles, staring him in the face. His best friend was not acting normal.

"What is it? Nightmare?"

"I think I have the bubonic plague."

"Aw, look who's paying attention in History! Spoiler alert though, it doesn't last." Ganke put a hand to Miles's forehead, and sure enough it was a burning fever. 

Ganke dragged Miles to the nurse's office, who sent him home for the day with instructions to stay there for the week and take his medicine. He did the latter willingly, but the former...

"Miles," Ganke said as he stood next to his desk in Chemistry. "Two days is not a week. Why are you here?"

"Fever's gone! And I feel great. Fantastic. Better than ever!"

Ganke rolled his eyes and took a seat. Miles could come in sick and fulfill his need to ensure that he did everything he possibly could to get into NYU, while Ganke was fully prepared for a class full of daydreaming about taking Julia out on a date. 

Miles listened attentively all class. He'd gotten into this school on a lucky ticket, and he wasn't about to let some fever get the best of him. The professor came by Ganke's desk, a shared table with Miles, and the pads of his fingers pressed against the wood.

"Tell Miles I hope he feels better, and any assignments he's missing he can do online," he said. Miles stared at him with a deep frown, Ganke's mouth kicking into action before his own.

"But he's ri-" Ganke stopped when he looked over at his friend. Miles felt like he was looking right through him. "I will sir."

...They can't see me?

Miles rushed out of the room, forgetting about his books as he went into the halls. No one was taking any notice of him, but that wasn't particularly new. Can they see me at all? The young boy went up to a jock and tapped his shoulder. His letterman jacket flowed around him as he spun, trying to figure out what poked him. Miles was standing not even two feet away staring him dead in the face. Jocks could be stupid, sometimes, but this guy never even glanced at Miles.

They can't see me.

Miles raced to his room and shut the door. This was probably just a fever dream. Right? All he needed to do was just going to lay in his bed, curl into a blanket cocoon, and sleep. Then people would be able to see him. He moved to enact this plan, but a sticky slime held him to the handle. Miles stared at it for a good minute before he pulled his hand away, taking the doorknob with him.

"Fever dream. This is just a fever dream."

Miles dropped the handle and went to touch something else. It was probably just something on the knob, right? He was fine, it was the knob that was on the fritz. Alas, he put a hand to the wall with the same problem.

Ganke and Miles lived in a multi-lever dormitory. Their upstairs neighbours were two kids on the wrestling team who both had a free period. Caleb was a much better wrestler than Justin, and just about the same time that Miles was putting a hand to the wall Caleb was body slamming Justin onto the ground with a loud crash. In a moment Miles wouldn't be able to explain for a while, Miles was on the wall. Not pressed against the wall like someone in a spy movie, but with the pads of his fingers and the balls of his feet holding him to the wall. Defying gravity. He yelped and fell to the ground.

“Fever dream fever dream fever dream fever dream fever dream fever dre-"

"Hey! Where'd you go?" Ganke said as he pushed the door open. "And where'd the doorknob go and why are you on the floor looking like you saw a ghost?" Ganke squinted at Miles and came closer. "Dude are you okay? You're acting- OW!"

The snap of an electric shock filled the room and Ganke pulled his hand from Miles's shoulder. That was way more than just static electricity, and they both knew it. Ganke stood back, holding his hand, and he nudged the door closed with his foot.

"Explain."

"I can't."

"Miles, I swear if you're a mutant and never told me, your best friend, I'm gonna-"

"I'm not a mutant!"

"Then what?"

"Just... Just watch."

At the end of the day, who better to discover your powers with than the guy who always dreamed of getting them? After a couple hours discussing Terrigen Bombs, Ganke found the bite on Miles's arm, and the two spent the rest of the day reading everything they could about Spider-man.

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