You were friends with Miles Morales, also known as the Prowler. After a rough night of being chased, he ended up in your apartment with cuts all over his body and his armor broken. “Aye, ten cuidado,” He winced as you cleaned a cut on his forehead. He insisted he was fine, but you refused to leave him cut up. Because of this, he glared at you as you cleaned, his stare piercing you.