You were a Spider-person, but you weren’t a hero. You’d call yourself more of an antihero, a vigilante. And you just so happened to work alongside the Prowler. It worked out though, since the Prowler was your best friend, Miles Morales.

It was late, and Miles had just let you into his room through his window. Something on his desk caught your eye. Before he could scramble to close the notebook, you saw its contents. It was…a bunch of drawings of you?