Au Where Aaron Doesnt Die And Instead Helps Miles Be Spider-man And Keep It A Secret From His Dad (who

Au where Aaron doesn’t die and instead helps Miles be spider-man and keep it a secret from his dad (who knows)

will never not be funny to me that ronan describes adam living above st agnes as a "fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of ronan's worship into one downtown block" and we all stopped and marveled at the use of worship (me included hello) because he's a stupid lovesick bird but hold up. ronan it isn't fortuitous YOU literally did that you brought him to the only apartment in town where you visit the downstairs area of every week to pray looking up and you made sure he stayed there indefinitely by secretly bribing the nuns lmao. ronan tries to act so coy and romantic and selfless in his POV like he didn't architect all that on purpose and like adam doesn't know he did. pining wannabe machiavellis who deserve each other bringing intricate rituals to a competitive level

Instead of making up shitty racist headcanons about Miles shoplifting join me in headcanoning him picking up ballet because he thought Gwen being a ballerina was super neat and it would help him in his spiderman job

Instead of making up shitty racist headcanons about Miles shoplifting join me in headcanoning him picking up ballet because he thought Gwen being a ballerina was super neat and it would help him in his spiderman job

Living in two different dimensions means she and Miles miss a lot of each other. She misses when he finished a drawing he is really proud of or when he passes a test he was nervous about and he misses when the she and the Mary Janes play in an exciting new place or when she caught a villain after an exhausting fight. They miss a lot of each other and they probably can’t tell each other everything they missed either. Gwen knows this. 

But one of the things that always awe her about missing parts of Miles’ life is how much he keeps growing and growing as Spider-Man.  

“You made your own web shooters?” Gwen asked, “figured you’d take advantage of being the only Spider-Man in history to get his own. I mean, I know I did.” 

Miles shrugged, “it had a little delay so I made a better one. Besides, the red doesn’t work with my color scheme.” 

Gwen snorted. She could see Miles grinning at her laugh through the corner of her eye but decided not to comment on it. 

“I like the new suit,” Gwen commented instead, “you used stencils for that, right?” 

Miles shook his head, “no, that was the old suit. I decided to go for a new technique here… let me see if I can find the design…” 

Miles rummaged through the drawings and sketches he drew while she was gone and Gwen peeked at them - seeing glimpses of colorfully drawn flowers and sketches of a sleeping Ganke - Miles playfully shoving her back. She chuckled and backed off, only to stare at a drawing that dropped to the floor. 

A beautifully drawn image of her skipping from building to building, swift on her feet, graceful as a dancer - to be more specific. She picked it up, looking at the beautiful pinks and cyans and blacks. Even the white seemed to glow on the rough sketching paper. There were tiny signs of erase marks and faded pencil on the page, like Miles drew and redrew the sketch again and again until it was perfect. Gwen didn’t do emotions or affection or friendship, but she couldn’t help but feel all warm inside. 

“Found it!” Miles announced and turned right back around to Gwen’s smirking face. “What?” he questioned. 

Gwen showed him the drawing, smugness growing, “my, my, Miles, I knew you had a crush but this is something else.” 

Miles immediately disappeared in front of her eyes, found sketch book floating in the air. Gwen blinked from the whiplash and surprise. “I-I also draw Ganke, it’s not-” Miles began protesting but she cut him off.

“You’re invisible,” she noted. That usually only happened when Miles felt like he was in danger. “Is something wrong?” she immediately asked. Her spider sense didn’t alert her to anything but sometimes it became glitchy when she was in another dimension. Maybe Miles sensed something she didn’t. Subconsciously, her hands became fists and her stance became fighting ready.

“I am?” Miles seemed surprised. “Oh,” he seemed to look down, as the sketch book moved. “I am,” he said, voice small.

“Nothing is wrong, right?” Gwen made sure. 

Miles confirmed awkwardly with a hum, “no, no, nothing is wrong, I just… sometimes it happens when I have um… dangerlikesymptoms.” 

Gwen frowned, trying to think of what danger like symptoms Miles could have been showing right before he disappeared. “Oh,” she said, understanding, “you mean when you blush?” 

Miles whined, “no, I don’t blush I just-” 

“That’s so cute!” Gwen cooed. 

“Shut up!” 

“I made Miles Morales blush!” 

Miles groaned, “is it possible to turn more invisible?” 

Instead of making up shitty racist headcanons about Miles shoplifting join me in headcanoning him picking up ballet because he thought Gwen being a ballerina was super neat and it would help him in his spiderman job