❰𝟰.𝟰.𝟭❱➣ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 {𝕞•𝕙}❘ [𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖛 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

🕷｡:•.─ 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 ─.•:｡🕷

📍MUMBATTAN, EARTH-50101

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"Hey, Hobie, thanks for breaking the shield!" Pavitr dodged through the flecks Spot aimed at him. Gwen joined him to help.

"Uh, I loosened it," Miles defended, offended greatly.

Since Spot was in Mumbattan, Gwen too had tracked him there. Miles tagged along after her, much to her dismay. The local Spiderman of that world, Pavitr Prabhakar entered to help the two takedown Spot. And so did Hobie.

Hobie was leaning on a table nearby, facing Miles, "A bit of advice: Use the palm, not just your fingers," wiggling his own to show, "What's up with his suit? Is it bleeding from his armpits?" he glanced up at Gwen.

Spot had got hold of Pavitr, holding him up by his neck. But then he was thrown to the side by a strong black appendage, which retreated back to you to reveal you had arrived at the scene.

"Personally, I think the choice of colors is great," you remarked, "Just needs a little improvement,"

"Y/N!" Pavitr beamed at your arrival.

"Hey," you grinned at the boy.

"Y/N?!" Miles snapped his head in your direction, "Y/N! Ey, Cómo estás, tía?" he found himself rushing to you, crashing into you in a hug.

You embraced the boy, pulling back with a mock-stern look, "Miles. I've told you, do not call me an aunt. I am not that old,"

"You are old enough to date Miguel, which I consider to be very old," Hobie emphasized with a raise of his fingers. He swung around, trying to take a hit at Spot, "You're still a stunning woman,"

"Miguel?" Miles perked up, "The ninja, vampire, Spiderman, but good guy?" he parroted Gwen's words when she had mentioned Miguel, "You're dating him?"

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, tipping your head to the side, "Gwen, what have you been telling Miles? And how the hell did he get here?!"

Gwen chuckled nervously in reply. She boosted herself with the back of Hobie's guitar and launched at Spot.

But he had hurled a spot at her in time, making her crash into Pavitr on the other side of the room.

"Y'all make a heck of a team," Spot grumbled, tossing and hurling blots of black at you all, stopping you before any of you got close to him. He had got hold of Miles and Hobie by their necks.

"I don't believe in teams," Hobie announced.

"Aren't you in a band?" Miles retorted.

"I don't believe in consistency,"