Miles leaned back against a building, arms crossed, watching as you adjusted your web-shooters. Gwen had promised him milkshakes if he helped train you, the new Spider-Man. He’d agreed—partly to help you out, partly because he was looking forward to the promised treat.

—“So, you ready to learn how to swing like a real Spider?” Miles asked, tossing you a grin as he hopped up onto a nearby rooftop.

You nodded nervously, trying to shake off your jitters.

—“I’ll do my best.”

He demonstrated with ease, zipping between buildings with his usual confidence. You tried to mimic him, but your swing was wobbly. Miles noticed and gave you a reassuring smile.

—“You’re doing fine, just keep practicing,” he said. His eyes lingered a little longer than usual as he watched you try again. The more he watched you, the more he found himself thinking about how determined you were—and how different this felt compared to training others before.

Hours passed, and though the training had been intense, something shifted. Miles found himself enjoying the time with you more than he had expected. He wasn’t focused on Gwen anymore—her promise of milkshakes forgotten. It was you who kept him grounded, your smile, your persistence, your genuine gratitude.

—“You’re ready to take on more now,” he said, though his voice was softer than usual. “But, hey, forget about Gwen for a second... I think we should train more. Just the two of us.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them. He hadn’t meant to say it, but it felt right.

And just like that, Miles realized he wasn’t just training you. He was falling for you.