tbh if ultimate!peter never died miles morales woulda never became spider-man. he hated having powers because he thought his dad would hate him because of how anti-mutant he was in the og miles morales comics. ganke had to convince him to use his powers and immediately after he vomited. it was only his intense guilt for not being there to help ultimate!peter that drove him to be spider-man.
𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔐𝔢.
𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔐𝔢
You never had any trouble in your relationship before. Maybe because you never dated a superhero before. Life before dating Miles was completely different. You lived an ordinary life, You went to school every day, you played sports, and you worked. You did what any normal teen would do. But dating Miles always had you stressed. You would always be worried about him whether that be him not texting you back, calling you, or just being around you.
￼Maybe that’s why your dad despises him. Because as he would say, you spent all your time with him, and he was making you become something your father didn’t want you to become. Something you rolled your eyes at multiple times. ￼It wasn't like he was the cause of your change. It was everything stressful that was the cause. But you knew that Miles had some part in it too. Though you didn't want to say anything about it.
You sat at the dining table surrounded by your family. Your dad sat at the end of the table looking at you with a raise of his eyebrow which your mother nudged him for. “Sweetie, you ok?” Your mom asked as you looked up from your plate smiling and nodding at her. Though you knew that she knew everything was not ok. “I hope it doesn't have anything to do with that boy.” Your father voiced as you looked up at him with a glare. You pushed your plate away excusing yourself from the table and to your room. The door shut and locked behind you.
You groaned having a seat at your desk that was crowded with the many textbooks you had brought home. Everything was stressing you out. And it didn't make matters any better when your father often talked down about your boyfriend. Sure his mom and your dad were competitors for running ￼for mayor but it doesn't mean he can talk bad about your boyfriend. The sound of someone knocking on your door made you sigh. “Go away.” You called as the person knocked again. “I want to be alone. What don't you understand?” You spoke yet again.
There was silence in your room until the person on the other side of the door spoke. “I just want to make sure my daughter is ok.” Your mom’s voice spoke which made you sigh standing up from your desk and opening the door for her. She smiled when you did. She took a seat on your bed patting the spot next to her. You sat by her side. “I want you to know that you shouldn’t care about what your father says. I get that he’s your father and all but sometimes he can be a bit overwhelming and that’s coming from me. Don’t worry about what he says sweetheart. If you want to date this boy, then date him because it’s your relationship, not your father's.” ￼She spoke reassuring you. Though her words made you feel somewhat better you couldn't help but still feel a bit uncertain.
“It's not only that. Miles hasn't texted me or called me in a few days. Should I be worried?” You asked. Your mother give you a soft smile. One that you knew all too well. One she gave you when she was uncertain about a situation. You sighed. “As much as I want to help you with the situation, sweetie I can’t. You just have to give it time. And if he doesn’t contact you by the end of this week, then it makes things clear. Maybe you two shouldn’t be together then. I know those aren’t the words you wanted to hear, but maybe it’s the truth. Just think it over OK. get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning.” ￼￼Your mother spoke pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You sighed crawling under your covers and turning off the lamp that sat beside your bed. Your mom’s words repeated over and over in your head. Was she right? What if he didn’t text you, call you, or even see you any of this week? Would you guys be done like that?! You guys hadn't even been together that long. Probably seven months at that. Not even a whole year. But he never made you wait this long for a text message or call. Did something happen to him? You couldn’t help but wonder. ￼You woke groggily stretching your sore limbs before making your way to the dining room.
Your father prepares breakfast at the stove while your mother feeds the troublesome twins their breakfast. You took a seat resting your head on the table. Your father placed a plate of breakfast in front of you kissing your forehead. You ate silently as your parents talked and the twins did whatever they normally did. After breakfast, you sat in your room in the now empty apartment as your mother and the twins went out to run errands and your father went out to discuss his campaign with a few of the city representatives. Your sketchbook lay open on your desk as the music in your headphones played loudly. Which took you away from the troubles in the world.
Your eyes closed as you lay in bed facing the ceiling. A cold breeze blew past you making you shiver. You sat up in bed looking at your window to find it open a crack. But not only that. Also to see a familiar black, white, and red face pop up. You opened the window allowing the masked person access to your room. You stood in front of the window arms crossed over your chest as you watched them take off the mask revealing none other than Miles. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. “I guess I should've seen that coming.” He spoke rubbing the back of his neck.
“You should see a lot that's coming your way Miles.” You hissed nudging him as you made your way to the living room with him following after you. “Y/N. Can I explain to you?” He asked as you turned on your heels to face ￼him. “Explain what to me Miles? The fact that you haven’t texted me in days? Called me in days? Seen me in days? ￼What could you possibly have to tell me?” You questioned, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
“￼That I've been busy. And I’m sorry for not spending time with you, but you knew what you were getting into when I told you about this superhero stuff.”￼ His words made you scoff. This wasn't the first time this had happened. But this time nearly wasn’t as bad as first time. Last time he spent all his time with that best friend of his not even bothering to call or text you. That was the first time you realized that he put her before you. Him being Spider-Man had nothing to do with why you were upset. You were upset because he hadn’t called you or texted you to let you know he was all right. ￼￼
“What about me, Miles? Am I just supposed to sit around worrying about you? To not receive a call or text from you telling me that you are alright? What about me, Miles? The only person who￼ will actually knows the truth if something bad happens to you. What about me, Miles? The only person who will have to explain to your mother why her son is dead from what he has been doing. What about me, Miles? The one person who supported you doing this crazy stuff you’re doing. But I’m the only person who can’t receive a phone call or text message saying whether or not you’re OK. What about me, Miles? Huh? What about me?” You ranted finally looking at the boy who didn't say anything.
The next words out of his mouth made your heart break. “I never asked you to worry about me, Y/N.” He spoke. You nodded holding back tears as you walked to the door. You held the door open for him looking down at the floor. “Then I guess I'll stop worrying then.” You spoke as he finally exited your apartment as you shut the door in his face. You sank to the floor as your tears started. You were done being on the person who worried about his safety when he did things like this. You couldn’t be that person anymore. Not when you couldn’t even receive a call or text message. ￼
All he had to worry about was himself. That's all he cared about. Because what about you? He didn't care. He never did. Because it was never about you.