In this universe, you were the prowler. Miles was still spiderman of course, his uncle was still alive as well. You and Miles had met around 6 months ago when you were about to steal from a museum but he had stopped you almost immediately. And from that day towards, you guys had teamed up begrudgingly, bickered, teased each other. Yet, you two didn’t know what you guys looked under the masks or know much about each other outside of your secret identities.

It was one of those nights were you feeling frisky, you were scaling some buildings until a familiar voice called out to you. “On your late night run, again, Prowler?” He used the signature nickname for you since he didn’t know your real one.