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5:31 pm.
You take the bus back to your apartment after practice. Exhausted, and sweaty after socializing and try-harding. The goal was to make it to states anyway..
You walk back to your apartment but before opening the door, you hear movement and faint laughter. You open the door quickly but you're put at ease when you see your older sister in the living room as well as your roommate in the kitchen. Sighing, you take off your jacket and hook it onto a rack.
"Hey y/n.. how was practice?"
"Y/n! You're home at last!"
"Hey!.."
Smiling, your sister embraces you and you hug her back. You haven't seen your family in a while ever since you got into your current prestigious high school. But you've always been detached in a sense. Independence is what you wanted despite how scary it is.
It's a leap of faith isn't it?
You look over your her shoulder and reply to your roommate: "practice was.. good as usual."
"So, how was school? I bet you have a lot of friends now."
"Good, good. I got a 93 on a calculus test. And I wouldn't say that."
"I'll never understand math. You've always had a knack for it." She keeps her hands on your shoulders and you shrug.
"Just that good I guess.."
"Haha! Still as humble as ever hm?"
You give her a smile and open the door to your bathroom.
"You know it." Rolling up your sleeves, you turn on the faucet and start washing your hands. You dry your hands and look at yourself in the mirror.
God I really need to do my eyebrows.
Your sister comes next to you in the bathroom and uses the Vaseline applying it on her lips and takes a look at you.
"You look pretty, you know."
"I look musty." You say with a straight face before breaking into laughter.
"Mann shut up! You look a lot more fit too. Look at those muscles!"
You feel your pride rise a little and you look down at your arms
They are pretty toned. Maybe this is why my ego is so inflated.
"Yo y/n! Does mac and cheese sound good for dinner?"
"Yeah yeah, that sounds good.." you move past your sister and make your way to the bedroom.
"Aight, I'm gonna do some homework okay? I'll see you later"
"Kay, I'm just gonna watch some Netflix then.."
"Oh you should definitely watch Spider-Man!"
You chuckle and close the door and hear the chatter between your roommate and your sister fade. You decide to get changed and take off your shirt- but you look out to the window and think about The Prowler again. You get closer to your window and look out into the tall skyscrapers. While looking out you slip on a small blue tank top and put on some loose grey sweatpants due to how many times you've worn it already.
You groan and think about the mountain of homework you have to complete... let's get this over with.
—- 2 hours later
7:36 pm 🕰️
You close your notebook and put all of your school stuff away. You lean back into your chair for a minute until you look out to your window again. You're shocked when you're met with glowing white eyes.
What? Is it really him?
You stand up and inch closer to your conveniently large window and watch as he just sits there. Until he dashes to his left. Already out of your sight.
Don't.. don't follow him.
You look from your window- to your bedroom door hearing your roommates and sisters laughter..
It wouldn't be safe to follow him..
You put a hand to your chin and think...
Well he didn't kill me last time he only said he would if I screamed...
Fuck it. I just won't scream then.
Grabbing a red hoodie you put it on over your blue tank top—a/n: (see what I did there?🕸️🕷️)
You hastily open your window and rush up to the fire escape. The metal railings shake as you quicken your pace and jump across railings.
When you get there, your eyes get drawn to the neon purple almost immediately. You see him on top of a roof standing in front of you his back facing you again.
"I-It's you.." You exclaim without even thinking.
He disregards this however. His deep and robotic voice is all you hear:
"...You keep following me."
Its not in a familiar or friendly tone. It was simply a statement which was true.
You do keep following him.
Still catching your breath after jumping up so quickly you straighten your posture and pick up your oversized sweatpants. You chuckle out of breath and shrug while looking up at him with a smile.
"Like a moth to a flame."
You watch him tilt his head again as he shook his head.
Did he laugh? Or am I tripping.
He doesn't budge. And you realize how high up he really is.
"Plus- you make it kind of hard not to!"
He turns slowly and faces you. He sits down on the edge of the building and rests his elbow on his knee.
"That whole neon purple thing you got goin' on-?"
He jumps off and hangs from a beam with one arm making his way closer to you. As he hangs you examine how lengthy he was. His waist was thin carrying a utility belt. You lower your voice as he takes suspenseful steps towards you.
"Doesn't seem like the smartest move when you chose to commit to a life of crime and become a criminal..."
You look up as his mask lights up a little.
"Really. How's that."
"Well, you stand out more. No wonder the cops got close to catching you..." the words escape your lips quickly before you realize you're talking to the FUCKING PROWLER.
His gauntlets expand and those sharp metal claws come out.
"You think it's smart to be insulting a criminal?"
You swallow as he inches closer and your back hits the wall. Your breathing quickens.. not out of fear anyway. It's exhilaration. Exhilarating to be so close to the infamous thief himself.
"Shit I didn't mean to..."
You feel his right foot go next to yours. His hand reaches up to your collarbone and you hold your breath. He traces it.. before painfully cutting below it and now there's a clean wound. You wince as he watches the blood trickle down.
"I could kill you, you know."
Suddenly his gauntlet wraps around your neck. The large claws around your throat tighten and you find yourself gasping and you put both your hands around his forearms at a desperate attempt to level with him. Feeling the tech radiating off of him and his jacket's fabric was smooth.
"You could but you won't." Saying this confidently enough to try and get in his head. You think back to Miles and what he did this morning...
You slide one of your hands up to his wrist and hold it tightly. He moves in surprise but tightens his gauntlet on your throat.
"I've- read.. about you. Every.. heist you pull... there are no casualties."
His grip loosens. Now was your chance.
You try to twist his wrist— you hear him grunt and his left hand slams against the wall next to you. Almost crushing the wall. You don't make a sound though.
You weren't going show him you were terrified. But one thought kept crossing your mind.
"For a smart girl, that was an awfully dumb move."
How the hell am I gonna get out this situation...
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Фанфикˏˋ°•*⁀➷꧁ You're on the same earth as Miles Morales.. except here he's The Prowler. And you have an infatuation with his alter ego. And you're both people hiding secrets from one another. But he does seem to despise you. You have a feeling there's...
