You've Changed - Earth!42 Miles Morales x Reader

Ch.1 Lost Her Twice

(6 Years Ago)

It was raining.

The heavy droplets drumming against the windows and metal created a distraction from the tv and its recurring grim headline.

'New Captain Killed in Promotion Ceremony'

Lieutenant Jefferson Davis was shot in the middle of his promotion speech to become captain of the New York Police Department. His son immediately ran to over to check on his father, but it was too late.

He was gone.

2 days after, they held a wake in his absence.

Friends and family gathered into the Morales' home to pay their respects to his wife and son, grieving a great officer and an "even greater man". (Name) walked throughout the entire house, casting everyone saddened smiles as she searched for one person who she knew needed her the most.

'Miles...where's Miles?'

Her eyes blurred as the feeling of being lost in a crowd of people overcame her. The anxiety of not knowing anyone faded as she spotted a familiar face, her shallow breaths evening out as she walked towards the widow herself.

"Señora Morales discúlpame, where's Miles?"

The older woman sighed deeply and let out a sad smile.

"He's probably in his room baby. He hasn't come out since..."

The older woman paused to maintain her composure. Tears welling up in her eyes as her breathing shallowed. Her husband was already gone and...her son won't even come out of his room to talk to her.

"He's grieving a lot right now, so just take it easy on my boy okay?"

(Name) nodded and returned her sad smile as Rio pulled her into a deep hug. Both women subtly cried in each other's arms. Tears streaming down each of their faces.

"Cuídate mi amor." Rio whispered before wiping her tears and pulling away.

Wiping away tears of her own, he young girl turned around and made her way up the steps of the staircase. (Name) slowly walked down the hallway til her eyes locked in on his room. She stood at the entrance of the door, pausing as the fear of what to say to Miles confronted her.

What would she even say to him?

How could she even console him through his father's death?

(Name) took a deep breath before slowly turning the door handle.

His entire room was a mess.

Books were thrown. His drawing and artwork ripped to shreds. The pictures that contained photos of his father were broken. Blinds were shut. And splayed out on the bed was Miles.

(Name) tried to make it through the mess on the floor as quietly as she could, until she stepped on some crunched up paper. Internally cringing as Miles rolled his head to the side to stare at her. His piercing hazel eyes glared at her as they locked eyes. She quickly tore her gaze from his to made her way to sit at the foot of his bed.

She took in a deep breath before muttering her small apologies.

"Miles, I am so sorry that this happened. And- and I just want you to know that I'll-" "Cut it out (Name),"

"Miles I just-" "You're what, huh? You're sorry for me? I don't give a damn so go save that sob story shit for my mamá,"

"But Miles-" "What did I just finish tellin' you? Perate. No quiero escuchar nada de tu tienes que decir. So get the hell outta my room."