||ᏴᎽ ͲᎻᎬ ᏟᏞᎪᏔ.|| ★ Miles 𝟒𝟐 X Reader.

𝙼𝙸𝙺𝙴.

Brr..brr..

v..vrrt..-

Flick..!

Chh..- chhsh..

Tv static hit the walls, with the occasional hisses and twitch of the antennas clashing and twisting to grab a connection on this dusty ass TV.  The bend of leather can be heard while Uncle Aaron lowers himself to try and fix his tv to get the news..His long fingers around the wired ears to grab a hold of it, just to prove a point..to his nephew's stupidity.

With a groan, he finally got it going, sitting down on his plump dark yellow couch. It's not stained. It's velvet. The fabric showing different shades while the brown atmosphere has the light's bounce off, showing dark and light shadows, almost as if it had stains. The gulf of weed can be smelled as soon as he took a seat. It would slightly squeak underneath his weight, and he'd hear the television.

Flicking on the screen was the recent news report, Odd, yet perfect timing.. and he looked at Miles..just to add salt in the wound.

As the female news reporter stands in front of the camera, her expression grave.

NEWS REPORTER: "I'm sorry, are we rolling?..yes- okay -..Ahem..!"

NEWS REPORTER: "Good evening, New   York, Gwen Stacy here, coming to you from a few blocks down where I discuss the recent encounter at the big ol' mall down the street..heh.."

She'd shimmy her shoulders lightly, pulling her strand of blonde behind her ear with a soft sheepish smile, and a scrunch of her nose, cringing at herself after a few seconds of dead silence except for the regular beep of a car in the background, before she straightened up in a lower tone, looking right into the camera with raised shoulders, getting back to professional

GWEN STACY: "Yes so around Three o'clock to Four- Thirty, there was a special Assembly held for the new scientific group, who is an alliance with the leaders, and formal scientists of the king-pin institution. We are still working on formal research on that B-but!, let's focus on what's important."

GWEN STACY: "Down at the big city hall they started in an assembly which escalated until a horrible accident when a huge explosion cracked through the surface of glass and startled everyone there, breaking the assembly while a piece of the night.. came to steal one of the valuable prototypes that the company was showing off,  people say  it all happened too fast and we had tried to get an interview with one of the staff members of the facility but they were not available at the moment.."

She'd look around as if trying to spot someone before looking right back at the camera, taking a short breath, and continuing.

GWEN STACY: "Yes..- so anyways this "Piece of the night" everyone's talking about was identified to be a male, no one knows his name but people has often accused of seeing him around throughout the city of Brooklyn, Queens, and other dark places in New York.  He is around six foot two, we do not have any information on his ethnicity or age, but he can assume to be around the age of Twenty through twenty three or up.. and has a mysterious graffiti logo, on his chest, and a very, scary... robotic mask."

In a box that soon moved above to the top corner of the screen was a blurred picture of miles's mask, the purple accents blurred along with him, and the white highlights just barely making a cut, making a smudged frame when he had dash through on that mission.