STAY {Prowler Miles x Reader}

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Miles POV
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Uncle Aaron and I stare at the man in front of us. He was tied up to a wooden chair.

We heard about a local rapist hurting women. He hasn't been caught yet by the po po.

"Please...please..." the man whimpers.

'This suit is making me hot. I wanna get this over with already'

Of course, I wasn't going to murder this man. That's not usually what I do.

I was going to...simply teach him a lesson, then leave him tied to a pole for the police to find him.

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The curly haired man lays his head in front of him weakly.

I place my hand on the chair and push the chair back for his bruised eyes to stare into my purple mask "I want you to remember this, Rodriguez. Prowler did this to you. And next time you pull this shi, I ain't letting you see the light of day" I say blandly before letting go of the chair and walking away.

Uncle Aaron will deal with the rest.

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Y/n's POV
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I sit against the brick wall and groan, tapping my feet together in boredom.

"𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦" I sing quietly.

Just as I was about to sing the next line, a spider with the number "1610"lands on my shoulder and crawls down my arm. This goes unnoticed by me.

"𝘰𝘩, 𝘮𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴" I mumble.

A figure appears on the other side of the dark alleyway. I couldn't see his face due to the excessive fog that roamed the grounds.

"what the..." I whisper, squinting my eyes.

'why bother I'm fucken blind'

The figure walks towards me. Every step getting slower.

'Oh, shit. What if it's the Prowler?'

I stand up immediately. By then, the figure was in front of me.

I couldn't get to see their face because I closed my eyes and flinched immediately "STAY THE FUCK AWAY! don't HURT ME PROWLER! I ain't done shit!" I yell in fear.

I feel someone pull my hand away from my face and I was met with a pair of familiar brown eyes. "Chill, loca. Shit, what's your name?" Miles asks in a laid back tone.

'this bitch already forgot my name.'

Suddenly, I feel something bite my hand. I yelp and smack my hand. Miles' eyes slightly furrow.

"Damn, I was kidding before but you really are crazy" Miles says, emotionlessly.

"Y/n. My name's Y/n"

Miles tilts his head slightly "mm"
He walks past me, expecting me to follow him.

Before I do, I roll my eyes and stare at my hand. It felt like it was burning. Nothing like a mosquito bite.

I look down to stare at the dead spider. I shrug and walk after Miles.

'that man walks fast'

"So...what were you doing" I ask, matching his pace.

He stays silent. Silent treatment sucks ass when someone does it to you.

I stop walking, hoping he stops as well and starts talking.

But instead, he continues as if doesn't care whether I follow him or not.

Whatever.

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Mrs. Morales was laying on the couch with her eyes closed and the News on when we walked into the apartment.

"Estas bien, mama?" Miles asks, walking slowly to his room.

Mrs. Morales stands up "si, mijo. Good night, Y/n and Miles"

With that, Mrs. Morales walks to her room and shuts the door.

'her eyes are red and her eye bags are very noticeable.'

Miles stands there for a second, before his eyes turn back into his normal glare.

He walks into his room.

I walk to the couch and allow my tired body to lay down. 'she didn't deserve to go through this alone'

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Hey, Spider-verse lovers!
How'd you like this chapter? I'm so happy that I have a lot of time to post a lot of chapters for you guys<3.        -C i a n i