Miles Morales Imagines

WOUNDED

Word count: 842 words

Warnings: Description of wounds/injuries

Y/N had been waiting for Miles to return for what felt like an eternity. It had been days since he had last been seen, swinging through the city as Spider-Man, protecting the citizens of New York. As the minutes turned into hours, and the hours stretched into days, worry gnawed at Y/N's heart, threatening to consume her.

She paced back and forth in their apartment, glancing anxiously at the clock on the wall. The city outside was bustling with its usual chaos, unaware of the turmoil within her. Every siren that wailed in the distance sent a shiver down her spine, wondering if it was somehow connected to Miles. Her mind conjured up countless scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last.

Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands. She grabbed her phone, fingers trembling as she dialed a familiar number. Her voice wavered as she spoke, trying to maintain a semblance of calm. 

"Hey, Ganke. Have you heard from Miles? I haven't seen him in days, and I'm really starting to worry."

Ganke's voice on the other end of the line was filled with concern. 

"No, Y/N, I haven't heard from him either. He's been acting strange lately, disappearing without any explanation. I'll try to reach out to him again and see if I can find anything. Hang in there."

The hours ticked by, and Y/N's worry only intensified. Her mind became a battlefield of anxiety, battling against hope. What if something terrible had happened to Miles? What if he was lying injured somewhere, unable to call for help? The weight of uncertainty pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Just as Y/N was about to succumb to despair, a faint sound outside caught her attention. She rushed to the window, her heart pounding in her ears. And there, swinging through the cityscape with graceful agility, was Miles—her Spider-Man. Relief flooded through her, washing away the fear that had consumed her for days.

But as Miles landed on the fire escape outside their apartment, Y/N's relief turned to shock. His suit was torn, stained with dirt and blood. Bruises marred his face, and his movements were sluggish. Panic welled up within Y/N once again, and she rushed to unlock the window, pulling him inside.

"Miles! Oh my god, what happened?" Y/N's voice trembled as she took in his battered appearance. Her hands instinctively went to his face, gently caressing his cheek, her touch a mix of tenderness and worry.

"I... I got into a fight," Miles managed to say, his voice strained. "It was tougher than I thought. I didn't want to worry you."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, threatening to spill over. "You scared me, Miles. I thought something terrible had happened to you. Please don't ever keep me in the dark like this again."

Miles's gaze softened as he reached out to cup Y/N's face in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to worry you. I just wanted to keep you safe, and I thought I could handle it all on my own. But I've learned my lesson. I need you by my side."

Y/N nodded, her heart aching with a mix of love and concern. "Let me help you, Miles. You don't have to face everything alone. We're a team, remember?"

Miles gave a weak smile, a glimmer of gratitude shining in his eyes. "Yeah, we're a team. I'm lucky to have you."

Together, they made their way to the living room, where Y/N carefully helped Miles to sit on the couch. She retrieved a first-aid kit from the bathroom, tending to his wounds with gentle hands and a tender touch. Each graze and bruise she soothed was a testament to her love for him, a silent promise to always be there for him, no matter what.

Once Miles was patched up, Y/N settled beside him, their bodies pressing close together. She draped a soft blanket over their laps, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. They nestled into each other, finding solace in the closeness that only their love could provide.

In that quiet moment, as they sat there, wounds healing and hearts intertwined, a profound sense of gratitude washed over Y/N. She was grateful that Miles had returned to her, that he was safe. And she was grateful for the opportunity to hold him, to comfort him, and to remind him of the unwavering love that existed between them.

As they cuddled on the couch, their breaths mingling in the hushed stillness of their apartment, Y/N knew that they would face the challenges ahead together. Miles's struggles as Spider-Man would always be a part of their lives, but they would navigate them hand in hand, providing strength and support to one another.

In the warmth of their embrace, Y/N's worries melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and resilience. They were a team, bound by love and an unbreakable bond. And together, they were ready to face whatever the world threw their way, knowing that their love would always be their greatest source of strength.