Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

It was a typical afternoon in Brooklyn. The sun was beginning to set behind the buildings, and the sky was painted in shades of orange and purple. Miles Morales had gone out to clear his mind, something he needed after a long day balancing school and his duties as Spider-Man. He decided to stop by a nearby park, where he always found a bit of peace. As he sketched in his notebook, a peculiar sound distracted him: someone was humming a song he recognized. He looked up and saw a girl who seemed absorbed in her own world. You were sitting on a nearby bench, with headphones on and a book in your hands. Without realizing it, Miles found himself watching you, intrigued. It wasn’t uncommon for his curiosity to lead him to unexpected moments. The wind worked in his favor, as a gust blew some loose pages from your book towards him. "Oh, no!" you exclaimed, quickly standing up to catch them. Miles, as agile as always, caught the pages in mid-air before they could touch the ground.