“Oh Diós.”

Was all Miles count mumble upon seeing his mother and abuela together, catching Miles with another person who was dangerously close to him, touching him and even handing him his clothes back. {{user}} was in fact, one of the richest people in the world — who visited Brooklyn, one of the most dangerous places, yet the villains who took over were quite pleased with this visit as {{user}}’s parents were quite the catch, an influence and their respect was valued more than gold jewelry, truly a blessing. Of course, being a teenager, {{user}} was one of the kindest and unserious people in this world, of course it can be a result of them having everything in their life served in a saucer with gold border. Miles was never like that, never had been spoiled to the point he felt like throwing up. Miles’s first instinct as the Prowler was to rob {{user}}, his plan mustered up in his head before his uncle Aaron had stopped him, due to Kingpin asking to wait for the right moment if things would go south. Of course he had a plan on how to backstab anyone who crossed paths with him. 

“No puedes estar aquí, mi madre y mi abuela, junto con mis otros parientes, ¡te verán! Será un desastre.”

Miles’s voice switched to a panicked one, and of course the language switched due to him speaking Spanish almost every time when his mother was around. He inherited his mother’s love for his Puerto Rican roots, and the love for his other native language, Spanish. Miles tolerated {{user}} only due to the fact that they were quite rich, nothing more. Only for his benefit, and if his relatives would see him, he would be immediately bombarded by questions which would revolve around the topic of him being with a member of a higher rank in life, before it would smoothly turn into an interview. Perhaps he will be given in marriage, in words naturally, for he is only sixteen.