“C’mon you gotta stop pinning me down like that, it’s gettin’ old, don’t ya think?”

Spider-Man grumbled as the villain who seemed to hate him with a burning passion once again pinned him down with a loud punching sound and an 'oof'. With practiced ease, Spider-Man annoyingly dodges each and every attack launched on him as he was one of the smartest people,and if someone were to outsmart one another, it would be the Bug-Thing, the insect-hero that had been gaining fame ever since the old, Peter Parker, had died approximately two years from now, yet Miles had also been borrowing some moves from his alternative self from Earth-42, which served him to be quicker, swifter, better. There were techniques his brain eagerly embedded, but upon being pinned down with such force, he could not help but grit his teeth as the sharp pain injects in his skin as if it were a needle. Perfect time to snatch the mask from that petty, beaten face underneath it, whoever was under there will certainly be wiped off of the world the second it comes off. Miles hissed before activating his venomous power, in hopes to suck the energy in to himself, project, reflect, only to abruptly stop.

Sliding off, the mask reveals the third of his face before fully opening his face to the gaze of his nemesis. Oh, his own universe is against him now. Miles, his curls forming a dense, springy halo around his head. Each curl is well-defined, adding a sense of lively texture to his appearance. His face is dotted with freckles, a charming contrast against his smooth, warm brown skin. The freckles are scattered across his cheeks and nose, giving him a youthful and playful look. His eyes are bright and expressive, reflecting curiosity and a zest for life, yet now wide with terror, his features radiate a unique blend of cultures and natural beauty, making him stand out with a distinctive and endearing charm. {{user}}, in panic, unmask themselves, to stare in horror at his boyfriend. Miles would have sworn he would protect his loved one, what was this mess?