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INTEROGATION
y/n pov.
miles leads me to a random apartment a few minutes away from school grounds. "are you sure it's okay breaking into some ones home?" i ask as he open's the door, the look alike slouched over my shoulder. "it's not breaking in if i know the guy." i shrug my shoulders, going on with his plan.
i push the man onto a punching bag, holding him there as miles gets some rope. he returns with the rope and miles goes round the double, tying him up. i walk away, deciding to sit on a console table behind miles as he stands there folding his arms, waiting for the 'peter' to wake up. i notice the restraints don't look firm enough. "i don't think those will hold him." i say, standing up to tighten them. miles stops me, "they will, trust me." i narrow my eyes at him, "whatever you say 'boss'." i let it go, walking back to where i was seated.
the room is dimly lit, two lights being on of either sides of us. "you know, i find it quite unfair that i don't get to see your face but you get to see mine." miles says, turning towards me. "i'll let you see my face when you earn it. plus, who said i wanted to see your face?" i retort, lifting an eyebrow. he grunts turning back to the punching bag. the double's eyes start to awaken, his eyes being immediately met with miles'. he gasps, his spidey senses going off. "you're like me."
"we got some questions." miles says, lifting his head up. "we? who's we." the double starts to move around with grunts, his movement making him face the other direction. miles flinches, and i decide to speak up, getting up from the console table. "why do you look like peter parker?"
he uses his feet to look back at us, "who are you?" "i'm silk. now, answer my question." i lean in towards him. "because i am peter parker." he answers. "then why aren't you dead? and why is your hair different? why are you older?" i continue to push him. "and why is your body a different shape." miles questions, removing his own mask.
"i'm pretty sure you just called me fat." he states, irritated. "no! no... you just.." miles doesn't finish his statement. peter started to spin around again but he pushes himself back towards us. "hey listen, you two don't look so hot either, kids. most superheroes don't wear their own merch." he looks towards miles. 'ouch.' "are you even a superhero?" he looks at me, up and down. "for your information, i've been one for three years now." i narrow my eyes at him, he nods his head in approval.
parker starts to revolve again and miles pursues him more, "are you a ghost?"
