#spiritsore

              ❝I’ll tell you again like I told you before.❞ Mike approaches the man who he assumes to be Briggs. Little does he know he couldn’t be any more wrong.

it’s supposed to snow here on sunday like wHYYY

“Alright, just go up to them and...” started Miles, looking down into the plastic bag that held the shredded remains of what had once been his ‘Halloween costume.’ He stepped off of the elevator and crossed the floor towards Harlow’s apartment, the little voice in his head notifying him about how stupid the idea was every step of the way. The teen couldn’t think of any other way to go about things, though. Harlow was incredible, he’d known that ever since he’d followed their Instagram and seen all their cosplays, and he’d become way too attached to the suit they had made. How was he supposed to know that his first proper villain would be someone trained in throwing literal ninja stars? 

He’d taken a day off to let himself heal - he still wasn’t used to how fast the process was - but he’d told Peter he’d take the next Friday night shift so he could go on a date with MJ. He couldn’t go out on patrol with a costume that looked like it’d taken a trip through a cheese grater!