#the unlikely queue

"Th-thanks, Coolhairguy." Miles mumbled as he wrapped the blanket around his freezing body. It was embarrassing enough to get yeeted halfway across central park, and even worse to have landed in a pile of dirty snow and ice. At least someone had been nice enough to pull Spider-Man out the pile before he lost his toes, not that Miles remembered that part, nor the travel to what he assumed was Cool Hair Guy's home to warm up. He was grateful too, one of his web shooters was busted, and it would be a long train ride home.

Hurt flashed in Elain’s eyes as she protectively covered her left hand that she still indeed wore that engagement on and averted her gaze. It was stupid to keep it, she knew that, but she wasn’t ready to let go. Her heart couldn’t let go of Greyson just yet, even after he broke her heart.

I would rather die fighting for what is right, than live passively amidst all that is wrong.

“Well.. You’re going to have to take his place.”

“I don’t got the parts to be your new boy candy.”

“…Lucky bonus then?”

“It is much too soon to tell.”

“Weren’t you always gay?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point.”