Miles Morales is now a Spider-Man, after being bitten by a radioactive spider and saving the world from the villainous Kingpin. After three years, Miles never forgot how much he missed the others, even Gwen, his best friend whose hair he supposedly...
"He's not answering my calls goddamnit! Where is he?!" I paced back and forth in Em Jay's garage, having just finished up practice, and I've been texting him for two hours straight with no response.
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I was getting super worried.
"Gwen, are you okay?" Glory asked, looking at me as she tuned her guitar, looking at me concerned.
"No! Miles is not answering me!"
"Who's Miles?" Darcy asks.
"Gwen's boyfriend," Em Jay says simply.
"You have a boyfriend?" Glory asks, shocked.
"Doesn't matter. I need to go early, I need to see what Miles is doing," I say, thinking immediately from the last time that he went out of my sight, but I know now that he loves me. He wouldn't do that, right?
"Aw come on Gwen, we just need to practice our last song," Em Jay whined, adjusting her microphone.
"Yeah well, I got a boyfriend that I'm worried about. We don't have a concert for a while so we'll be fine," I say slinging my bag over my shoulder.
"Gwen, you always bail on us. You're our only drummer, but we're going to might just have to kick you out if you keep bailing on us like this. We can't be doing this, setting back everything to help," Darcy says, looking at me and I sigh.
"I know. I'm trying. Just let me go this time," I say, looking at the girls.
They sigh. "Go get your man," Em Jay says as she looks at me.
I grin. "Thank you Em Jay!" I say as I rush out of the garage after lifting the door, walking out as I walk towards home. I keep glancing at my phone to see if he ever responds, scrolling, but all I see is the Delivered. I sigh, putting my phone back in my pocket as I get closer to home.
I finally feel my phone buzz...but my heart drops to the bottom of my soul when I read it.
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He's gone.
G.
O.
N.
E.
Tinkerer took him from me.
I feel a hot tear roll down my cheek.
NOBODY.
And I mean nobody.
Takes.
my.
Man.
Not after what happened to Dad.
If I lose someone else I'm going to lose my world. Especially Miles.
What did he do? He was supposed to be safe.
I dial a number on my hopper, going into an alleyway as Peter's tired face popped up. "Gwen?"
