🅘𝙢𝕒🅰🄶Ꭵ𝓷ɛ𐌔 ... m. morales

iii

𝐑𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫
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“You’re crazy,” Miles said, his voice a blend of amusement and excitement as he looked over at Y/N, who was grinning back from the edge of the skyscraper. The two of them had snuck out of school, breaking free from the monotony of classes to meet on the rooftop, high above the bustling streets of New York City. The skyline spread out before them, and the thrill in Y/N’s eyes mirrored his own as they held his web shooter in Y/N's hands.

“Come on, just once!” they insisted, their voice filled with excitement.

With an encouraging smile hidden beneath his mask, Miles nodded. “Okay, just a quick thwip and let it fly. Easy, right?”

Y/N's grin widened, confidence bolstered by his approval, and they raised their arm. Without aiming too carefully, they shot their first web. But instead of catching the building across the way, the sticky line latched onto a passing helicopter’s landing gear. The second they realized their mistake, their eyes widened, but it was too late. With a jolt, the web pulled them off their feet, and she was whisked into the air.

“Y/N!” Miles shouted, but their surprised scream quickly shifted into peals of wild laughter as the helicopter dragged them up, their body twisting and flailing.

Without hesitation, Miles shot a web and swung after them, his own laughter escaping in a mix of adrenaline and disbelief. They were already bouncing around like a human pinball, narrowly avoiding the gleaming windows of nearby skyscrapers and swinging wildly. Their laughter echoed through the air, growing louder each time they veered too close to the buildings.

Miles was just about to reach them when they swung into a flock of pigeons. The birds scattered with startled squawks, feathers erupting in every direction as they flailed, trying to fend them off. Unfortunately for Miles, every single pigeon seemed to take aim at him, flapping straight into his path as he tried to maneuver around them.

“Seriously?!” he muttered, smirking under his mask, even as feathers filled his vision. But Y/N was still careening ahead, and he wasn’t about to lose them. Finally clearing the birds, he sped up, watching them duck and weave through obstacle after obstacle with surprising luck.

Y/N zipped by a series of drones circling a high-rise; one barely missed them by inches, tilting just as it flew past their shoulder. Yet again, Miles wasn’t so lucky. The drone hitting him square in his face, and he narrowly avoided a second one that swerved at the last second.

“Not fair,” he muttered with a grin as he kept up, every object they dodged hitting him with perfect accuracy. They were an accidental pro, dodging by sheer instinct, while he—Spider-Man himself—seemed to be getting pummeled at every turn.

Finally, he caught up, managing to keep close, and flashed them a thumbs-up, confidence radiating through him. “You’re doing amazing!” he shouted, but in his pride, he didn’t notice the massive billboard looming just ahead. Before he knew it, he slammed into the flat surface, face-first, his whole body plastered against a cheerful ad for a breakfast cereal.

“Yeah…definitely smooth,” he muttered to himself, peeling away from the ad. But as he looked up, he saw Y/N dangling by their web—and just as they looked back at him, the line snapped.

Y/N's gasp caught in their throat as they dropped, their body twisting in freefall. Time seemed to slow as Miles’ Spider-sense flared, adrenaline surging as he dove after them. Wind rushed past his face, his heart hammering in his chest as he reached out, and just as the street rushed up beneath them, he caught them in his arms.

Y/N clung to him, their face buried against his chest, both laughing and gasping as he pulled them back up into the air. The two swung over the street, narrowly avoiding a honking taxi before he brought them safely to a nearby rooftop.

The two collapsed onto the concrete, catching their breath, the city stretching out around them. Miles lifted his mask just enough to show his grin, his eyes full of playful energy. “Alright, maybe helicopters aren’t the best starting point,” he joked, nudging them.

Y/N rolled their eyes, still laughing, the joy lighting up their face. “Yeah, noted.”

“Now,” Miles continued, adjusting his web shooter, “swinging’s all about rhythm. Double-tap to release, thwip it out again, and just feel the flow.”

Y/N took a deep breath, their face set with determination, and raised their arm to try again. This time, he stayed close beside them, guiding them movements in sync with his own. “Thwip and release. Thwip and release. You got it?”

Y/N's laughter bubbled over again as the two soared over the city, each swing taking them higher and faster, confidence building in Y/N's every movement. The thrill of it was like nothing they’d ever felt, and together the two swept between skyscrapers, dipping above rooftops, with the wind whipping through their hair and their laughter echoing over the city.

A group of kids on a fire escape stared up, wide-eyed, as Y/N and Miles passed above them. Y/N waved, unable to hide their joy, and Miles grinned, seeing the pure exhilaration in their face. They wove through the city like they owned the skies, the whole world stretching below them, nothing but open air and endless possibilities.

Finally, the two touched down in a secluded alleyway, panting and laughing, exhilaration still buzzing between them. They looked at each other, faces flushed, their breath heavy, and in that moment, everything else faded away. The city blurred around them, and slowly, they leaned closer, the space between them charged with an almost magnetic pull.

But just as they closed the distance, a mischievous glint sparkled in Y/N’s eyes. “I have an idea!” they exclaimed, firing a web at the roof above and pulling themselves up until they were dangling upside down. Y/N laughed as they swung back and forth, grinning at Miles, who blinked in surprise.

He recognized the move instantly, rolling his eyes with a playful smirk. Y/N was setting up the classic Spider-Man kiss—and, of course, they’d seen it enough times to know exactly what they were doing. He couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head.

“Really? You’re pulling this on me?” he teased, but he stepped closer, his voice softening. Y/N reached out, tugging his mask up just enough to reveal his lips, their own smile softening as they leaned toward him.

Their laughter faded, and in the quiet stillness of the night, Y/N pressed their lips to his. Miles felt his heart skip, his eyes closing as he melted into the kiss, savoring the feeling of sharing this moment. It was the perfect blend of thrill and warmth, the kind of kiss that felt timeless, like it had been written in the stars just for them.