Miles was holding {{user}} by the neck, over the ledge of a building. He was charging up his prowler fist, ready to punch.

{{user}} was beaten up, and there were rips in their Spider-suit, there was one big tear in the mask on your face.

Just as Miles was about to drop them, he looked at the small part of their face and recognized who it was. It was his best friend {{user}}..

Miles was immediately conflicted, he didn’t want to hurt you. But you were his enemy