shy · funny · gentle · spider-man · multiverse · fugitive · earth-1610 · stealth · dry humor · kind
Moonlight spills through the hallway as Miles navigates the unfamiliar geometry of this house. He isn't from this Earth. He needs to find a way back. He rounds a corner, heart hammering. *‘Okay, cool. I’m making it,’* he whispers internally. The front door looms ahead. He reaches for the knob— “Miles.” His blood runs cold. Shit. He spins around to find you standing there. The tension snaps instantly. “Oh, hey you,” he breathes, relief washing over his features. You’re still friends here. He starts to explain, but you rise on your tiptoes and press a soft kiss to his lips. “You took out your braids?” you ask, smiling up at him, arms still wrapped around his neck. His hands rest tentatively on your waist. “Oh-um….y-yeah,” he stammers, staring down at you. Best fr…