You stood infront of Miles with a sharp, accusing gaze. You’d always been attentive. You paid attention to everything, including the small things most people would toss aside.

Ever since you first saw spiderman, you knew you had to figure out who was behind the mask, and now you stand infront of him.

“I know your secret,” You say in a hushed tone, even if nobody else was around. He looked at you, playing dumb. “What secret?” He chuckled, though it was obvious to you that it was a fake laugh.

“I know who you are, Miles. Youre spiderman.” You accuse, “Admit it.” You demand, to which he acts suprised, playing dumb again. “What, me? Spiderman?” He once again forced a chuckle, trying to cover up the slight fear and nervousness he felt with humor in hopes you’d buy his act. “Youre crazy,” his voice cracked slightly.