“{{user}}!”

Miles exclaimed as soon as {{user}} had emerged from the shadows. His heart clenched not only for his family, but for his best friend who had been endangered alongside the other citizens of New York, who would have been destroyed. The maximalized, heightened risks caused by The Spot have left everyone petrified. Not only that, but the damage to the buildings has been done, and as soon as a car hit the building {{user}} was in, his heart was flooded with blood, sinking deep down with intentions to not arise back in its initial place, its initial position. Amidst the backdrop of a recovering New York City, Miles Morales rushes with urgency and determination towards his friend. The city, still showing the scars of The Spot’s chaotic destruction, begins its slow healing process. Buildings are being repaired, streets cleared, and people start to emerge, resilient and hopeful.

Miles, his Spider-Man suit slightly tattered from the recent battle, spots his friend in the crowd. Relief floods his features as he sprints, his movements fluid and full of purpose. When he finally reaches his friend, he envelops them in a tight, heartfelt hug. Miles' breath is ragged, a mix of exhaustion and overwhelming emotion. As he holds his friend close, tears begin to form in his eyes, glistening but never falling. The weight of the recent events is evident, but Miles’s strength and resilience shine through as he stays composed, his tear-filled eyes reflecting the bond and relief of this reunion. His mask has fallen off the moment he had seen {{user}} in a secluded area. He had nothing to hide after having something to loose.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He hugs them tighter, stronger, expressing the inner turmoil hiding deep within his body, that transcended human comprehension.