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Chapter 4 - First Night Out

Miles looked over onto the city. He then stared at his hands, at his web-shooters to be precise.

While he could just jump from rooftop to rooftop, it would be faster if he swung with his webs. The problem was, he hadn't had any practice yet.

This would be a crash course of sorts.

"I just gotta trust my instincts." Miles sighed as he aimed his right hand toward one of the buildings in front of him.

When he saw that it stuck, Miles tugged at it a few times before he looked down at the busy streets.

Without letting his thoughts get the better of him, Miles jumped off.

Miles felt as gravity pushed him down to the ground, but like a pendulum, Miles' body swung back up. Once he reached the apex of his swing, Miles shot his web at the next building as he let go of the line he was holding.

But Miles didn't shoot it correctly and missed the building.

Now doing a free fall, Miles in a panic, shot a web at a nearby building which fortunately stuck, but as he had already dropped a bit, he began to swing into oncoming traffic.

Miles' entire body screamed at him to move and that was when he saw a truck driving straight at him.

"Crap!" Miles exclaimed as he tried to shift his body. He managed to move just enough for only his shoulder to roll off the side of the truck.

Miles stumbled onto the street where he slowly got back up, dusting off the dirt that got on him. There were a few who began to take pictures with their phones.

As he looked around, he saw the pedestrians were all staring at him in shock and awe.

"Sorry bout that guys, still getting used to all of this." Miles chuckled before he ran and jumped up, a web-shooting from his wrist, he continued swinging, making a mistake here and there.

It was going to take more than one night for him to figure all of this out but it was a starting point.

After a few minutes, Miles arrived at the graveyard. He landed up at the nearby church as he stared at where Peter had been buried. There it was with flowers and Spider-Man merch placed around the tombstone.

Miles wasn't sure when Peter was going to show up so he decided to take a seat on the edge of the roof.

"You're just going to stand there all night?"

"Holy crap!" Miles exclaimed, both out of fright and surprise that he had crept on and that his spider senses hadn't triggered.

As Miles got up and turned, he was greeted with a worn down Peter, like really worn down. He wore a long brown jacket with his spider suit underneath along with a pair of sweatpants.

"Peter!"

"Technically you're correct," Peter said depressingly before he jumped down and landed next to his graveyard.

Miles did the same, not saying anything as he gave Peter some space.

"One moment you're in your room and the next a portal sucks you up and you're swinging through the city, seeing your face on the screens and finding out you died."

"I couldn't imagine what you're going through."

"It's strange seeing your own grave," Peter sighed, he turned to look at Miles. "So, you're Spider-Man?"

"Shit, trying to be," Miles said, raising his mask.

"You're pretty young." Peter grimaced, putting his hands in his jacket. "How long have you been at it?"

"Just started, like three days ago?"

"My suggestion? I say you quit while you still can. Being Spider-Man ain't all that."

Hearing that Miles couldn't help but chuckle. "As much as I would love to do that, you and I both know that's not possible."

Peter smiled wryly, "Sometimes I wonder if having these powers is a curse."

Miles shrugged. "Maybe, but it's also our responsibility to do good with them."

Peter grinned, looking a bit livelier "What's your name?"

"Miles Morales, or you can call me Spider-Man," Miles said, pulling his mask down. As he did that, a flashlight flashed on the two.

"Hey, the graveyard is closed at this hour!" The graveyard guard yelled, getting closer to the two.

Miles didn't wait and whipped out of the graveyard.

"Cute," Peter muttered, following behind Miles.

"Two Spider-Men?" The security guard fixed his glasses as he stared in the direction the two left. "Carl ain't gonna believe me when I tell him."

...

Miles and Peter were chilling on an overpass, sitting on the steel beams beneath it.

"Your web swinging was a bit shaky," Peter said, looking down at the street.

"Hey, I'm still working on it."

"So, you have any idea as to what's going on?"

Miles nodded as he went on to explain Peter's fight with Kingpin and how he was trying to destroy his super collider.

"Kingpin huh? Always thought Goblin would be the one." Peter hummed, standing up. But as he did, Miles saw that his body started to glitch all over the place until he began to fall forward.

Miles quickly webbed Peter and pulled him back up.

"Damn, that didn't look pleasant."

"It barely felt like a tickle," Peter said, waving him off. "See, I'm fine."

"Right."

"This Peter, did he have anything on him before he died?"

"Yeah, he passed me a flash drive. I was planning on taking it to Aunt May."

"Aunt May?!" Hearing her name, Peter panicked. It had been some time since he had talked to her. Would he even be able to do it? After all, in his universe, Aunt May was dead.

"Yeah, Peter has a crazy-looking hideout over at her place. We could make some copies of the flash drive just to be safe." Miles said, taking notice of Peter's reaction. "We don't have to go right now, man."

"What do you mean? I'm fine, see." Peter gave Miles a less than convincing smile.

"I haven't gone on patrol yet. Mind backing me up tonight, Spider-Man?" Miles thought this would be a good way to clear Peter's mind before the two met with Aunt May.

"Sounds good," Peter said jumping off the edge. "Keep up!"

"Wait, hold on!" Miles clicked his tongue as he chased after Peter.