Calling the last few weeks a disaster was an understatement. It was easy to try and push the scary thought of it away, but Miles almost died. After the Helicarrier crashed, he woke up in an off the grid medical base, hooked up to a bunch of machines. Next to him, Gwen. God, Gwen.. Miles couldnât get the image of her unconscious on that bed out of his head quite yet. He wasnât sure he ever would. She was stable now, but that didnât make him feel any better about the whole thing.
Miles was still pretty banged up himself, actually. A Brood got a pretty gnarly cut in on his side just before the explosion, and several pieces of shrapnel made their way through the fibers of his suit and pierced skin during the impact. Quite honestly, he was lucky he didnât bleed out before they got him some help. Jessica Drew hadnât been so lucky. It hurt even more to think about Spider-Woman, so he opted not to as he blinked hard and walked through his shared room with Nova on the Champions Mobile Bunker. He usually stayed at his parentsâ house, but he was making up some excuse about staying with some friends for the time being so they wouldnât have to see him while he was still healing. No point in freaking them out more than he needed to, right?Â
Nova was gone, so he had the room to himself as he slowly took off his suit and got changed into some basketball shorts. As he started to slip on his hoodie though, the stinging in his side intensified. Wincing, Miles glanced down and noticed that he was bleeding through the bandage. Go figure. Deciding he should change the dressing, he threw the hoodie onto the bed and raised an eyebrow when he heard a knock on the door. âYeah, whatâs up? Uh.. you can come in.â He decided.
Friends showed up for friends. It didnât matter how weird things got. If you loved or cared for someone, you were there for them. Lana had, for the majority of her life, felt alone. She had a mother who didnât care about. Lori cared about power. It had always been that way, even if it meant being experimented on while pregnant. Maybe Lana was destined to be an outlier because of her mothers actions and the way she had been raised. A part of her had believed that until she met Miles and the Ultimates. She had found a home with the team, only for them to be wiped away in the Incursions. It had boiled down to just her and Miles in a new reality. Her feelings for him fluctuated. There was the time she had been convinced he loved her. There had been the time she had been resigned to the fact that they worked better as friends, and then, there was now.
It didnât matter that Lana had kissed Miles and he had pulled away. It didnât matter that he was dating Tiana. She had been terrified when he had been hurt. The Champions had been told by Sam and Nadia, who had actually been there. Lana had gotten to the hospital as soon as they let her in, even though he had been out of it and clearly in pain. He had shown up for her and she would show up for him. When Tiana showed up, she had been polite but made herself scarce. It felt wrong to be there when his girlfriend did if she had feelings for him.
Ever since C.R.A.D.L.E., Lana hadnât been herself. That wasnât a secret. Everyone knew she had basically been turned into an Invasion of the Body Snatcher character. The conditioning from the Re-Education Center had been intense. The brainwashing, as her therapists called it, had completely broken her down. She had lost any desire to use her powers or fight crime. She was a teenage parolee who had put people in danger time and time again. What did the world need her? It was all lies. Her friends had been helping her see the truth and she was slowly coming into her own again. Seeing Miles suit up had inspired her. If he could do it after nearly dying she could face her fears and go out, too. It had been terrifying and taken a lot out of her, but Lanaâs desire to check and make sure Miles was okay beat out her desire to be in bed.
Pausing outside his door with the bag of M&Mâs she had snagged, Lana knocked before entering. The first thing she noticed was that he was shirtless. The second was that he was bleeding. Tossing the candy onto the bed, she hurried over and looked at the bandage. âCâmon, Morales.â She shook her head. âYouâre going to turn me into someone who worries. We need to change your bandages.â
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