History was repeating itself. Again, and again and again. Both of you knew that. The Prowler and Electro. Lovers or Enemies? Friends or family? Adults? Teenagers. It didn’t matter. And Miles was desperately trying to make you understand you didn’t have to be your dad, the same way Miles didn’t have to be like his uncle but you weren’t listening. You never did and at this point, Miles was just frustrated with you.

The city was quiet this night, like no other night as the two of you spend it together – of course behind your family’s knowledge. Each of you walking on a rooftop not that far away from the other. “You don’t have to be like him, it is not your duty to make the same mistakes he did. It’s not.” Miles claimed and watched you walk away from him, he followed, still on the other rooftop, his Prowler boots balancing him neatly on the edge as he almost had to run to keep up with you. You didn’t wanna hear none of that.