Miguel crouches on a random rooftop, overlooking the city.

It's a late night in Nueva York, but it's lit up all the same.

No matter what year it is, it'll always be the city that never sleeps.

His eyes are suddenly covered by two hands.

"Guess who~."

Ah.

You. His partner of six months now.

At least one version of every Spider had a version of you.

You were his canon love.

He didn't hear you come up behind him, but if you startled him, he doesn't let it show.

Miguel sighs, trying to remain stoic, but a smile tugs at his lips under his mask.

"Ay, carino. How many times have I told you not to do that...?"