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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 5

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"Like Spider-Man?" Rio teased her husband as she let Victoria take her plates and scrub them clean.

"Exactly" Jefferson nodded his head.

"Victoria" the woman called turned around after she had tried to sneak out of the house "You will be going to sleep aren't you?"

"Yes, yes" she nodded to her sister "Don't you worry your pretty head sis"

Outside the Morales household, Victoria took out her phone and read the messages she had gotten.

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"Good luck"

Aaron D

"Miles is with me. We're down in the underground passages"

Reading the last text message, Victoria looked up at the window where her sister's living room was still illuminated and bit her lip before making her decision.

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Aaron and Miles walk deeper and deeper down the tunnels and approach an electrified floor-to-ceiling fence. There was an old Alchemax Private Property sign, and another High Security Paraphernalia. Someone really wants people to stay out of that place.

Aaron expertly climbs a fence and drops down on the other side. Miles climbs the fence and struggles to get over it so easily. Finally Miles lands next to Aaron.

"Wassup?" the young boy said.

Uncle Aaron laughs "Yeah man I knew we were related" Aaron leads Miles into a huge space. Empty walls and spiderwebs as far as the eye can see.

"Whoa..." Miles turns around "BROOKLYN! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!" his voice echoes.

The room is full of different street arts, since it was their secret spot.

"There's a lot of history on these walls" Aaron told his nephew.

"This is so fresh" Miles said as he ran a hand over one of the many graffiti.

Aaron gestures to a wall that's been recently cleaned and prepared...clearly by Aaron. Aaron smiles, leans down to his bag and unzips it, revealing krylom spray paint cans He tosses a can to Miles and presses play on a stereo making Miles smile and start painting.

"Now you're on your own, Miles" Aaron tell him.

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"Whoa, slow down a little... that's..." Aaron trailed off as he took in the fray graffiti "...better... that's perfect"

Unbeknownst to them, a faintly glowing spider descends on a web, towards the ground and towards the cans!

"The real Miles, comin' out of hiding. Now you can cut that line with another color. That's it..."

"Little help?" Miles asks his uncle.

Now Miles was on Uncle Aaron's shoulders. For a beat afterward, they paint together.

"You want drips? 'Cause if you do, that's cool, but if you don't you gotta keep it moving..." Aaron told Miles s he stared at the finished piece.

"That's intentional!" Miles protested.