Miles POV:

Y/N and I have been going out for about 2 years now. We've had phone calls as we sit by our windows and it's almost as if we have regular conversations. I text her everyday after school, as well as a good morning and good night text... I know she loves those.

But I'm in a period when I find it hard to balance private life with being spider man.

I hear the first two ringtones call, before she picks up.

-Hi Miles! She says, happy as ever.

-Hi babe... Do you, eh, have any time to talk? I ask insecure. I was supposed to go with my roommate to the movies tonight, but I couldn't.

-Yeah sure, what's on your mind? She asks. I sigh.

-I can tell you... but I can't tell you what it's about, I say.

-Oh, ehm, Alright? Y/N says unsure. I sigh.

-I've just been stressed lately and I... I can't seem to manage it all, I say.

-Alright, what're you stressed about? Y/N asks.

-School... life... work, I say. I've covered up my Spider identity with "work". That way I can say what happened at work without telling her what I did.

-Aha, work, I see, she says.

-It's just been too much lately, especially with finals coming soon, I say and sigh.

-All I want right now is to be in your arms, I say.

Y/N POV:

I smile and blush heavily at what he just said.

-Really? I ask and look myself in the mirror. I haven't had the best mental health lately and hearing him just made it all so much better.

-Yeah... I want you to hold me while we watch some movies and cuddle... that's all that I want, Miles says and I giggle.

-What? Miles asks amused as he hears my giggle.

-Nothing I just... you're adorable, I say.

-Aw shucks, he says.

-I'm serious! I say.

We talk for about one more hour after that before we have to eat dinner.

-Alright. Good luck at finals mr smarty pants, I say.

-Good luck yourself, my window girl, Miles says and we hang up.

Two days later;

I'm sitting in my room with my window open to let in the fresh air as I study for finals. The sound of honking cars calm me as I try to figure out the problem on the paper in front of me. Then suddenly I feel a presence and I look up. And in my window sits the one and only spider man.

-Oh! I say, scared shitless. He just sits there.

-Hello? I say.

-Hi, he says.

-Oh so you can talk! I say.

-Sorry, I just never heard your voice before, I say. He chuckles.

-It's cool... what're you up to? He asks. I look down at my papers.

-Oh, ehm... studying for finals, I say.

-Ahhh, cool, cool, he says, before it's turns quiet.

-May I ask why you're here? I ask.

-Well, because you looked pretty lonely up here by yourself, so I thought I'd join you, he says.

-Why me? I ask. He shrugs. I smile.

-Well, it's nice to have some company. I'm not gonna be able to see my boyfriend until finals are done anyway, I say.

-You have a boyfriend? He asks. I nod.

-What's his name? He asks.

-Miles Morales, right across the street, I say.

A few weeks later, after finals:

Spider man had been sitting with me while I study for some company. Every time I didn't understand, he'd tell me the answer. He was almost as smart as Miles. Of course I had called Miles directly after my first meeting with Spider-Man. He was happy that I had something else that made me happy when he wasn't there, and he always sounded so amused when I ranted about how good time we had when we were studying.

But now studying's over, finals are done and I'm walking home today, when suddenly I hear ruckus down the road. I see a big metal piece flying and Spider-Man catching it.

-Spider-Man... I whisper concerned. Suddenly a car gets hurled at me. I scream and curl into a ball, but I feel no pain. I look up and there he stands: Spider-Man.

-Sup window girl! He says.

-Hi! I say terrified. He throws away the car at the big robotic bad guy.

-Why aren't you at home? He asks as he helps me into safety.

-Because I decided to walk home today, I say, before flinching as some other type of metal hits the building next to us. He sighs.

-Wow, you really have some terrible timing, window girl, he says sarcastically. His voice sounded awfully familiar right as he said that.

-no shit... I breathe.

-Listen, get home as fast as you can, and I'll try to drive him somewhere else, he says.

-Sounds like a plan, I say as I move to the closest tube entrance, but it immediately getting blocked my a big car that lands on top. I and a couple of others scream, before running the other way. I try to stay close to Spider-Man, because he wouldn't let me get hurt. I try hiding behind cars as I watch the fight unfold. I follow them to make sure that Spider-Man is alright. But as the police and probably the Air Force come to aid, the big robotic monster chucks Spider-Man into a small alleyway. I gasp and as quietly as I can, I move towards the alley. I hear groaning and I run towards him.

I kneel beside him and turn him over, his mask and suit being a bit torn in places, showing some dark skin. He groans as he places a hand upon his ribs.

-Oh my god, I say and check him over for any external injuries. He rolls his head my way and I see a big gash on his forehead. I needed to remove the mask so he could breathe better and put pressure on it. I quickly remove the mask and throw it into a corner of the alley before I see who it is... and I stop breathing. Time stops.

-Miles...? I ask as tears surface.

-Hey window girl, he smiles weakly. I cover my mouth with my hands.

-Oh no... no no no no no! I say but quickly rip off a bit of his suit that was torn and I apply pressure to his head. He puts his hand on mine and smiles love struck at me.

-Damn it Miles, this is not the time to be romantic, I say as tears fall. Suddenly I hear ambulance. I quickly look him over and cover him in my cardigan, telling him to keep pressure on his head and running out of the alley way. I see Miles dad talking to a medic and I run up to them.

-It's Miles, he got caught in a crossfire, he- he's bleeding from the head and his ribs are probably broken, I lie.

-Show me, officer Davis says and I show him and a group of paramedics the alleyway where he's laying. I see them pick him up on ambulance bed and running towards an ambulance. I follow them. At the ambulance, officer Davis stops.

-Y/N... I want you to go home and talk with your parents, me or Rio will call you once we know anything, he says. I only nod and watch as the doors to the ambulance close and they drive away.

I immediately run home.

I pace around my room till I feel that my floor is getting dented. I watch my phone. Every notification could be on life or death. Suddenly it calls and I jump on my phone.

-Hello? I ask panicked.

-Hey Y/N, it's Rio.

-How is- Miles is doing ok, she cuts me off and I exhale deeply.

-You can come meet him now if you'd like, she says.

-Alright... I'm on my way, I say and pack some small essentials before my dad drives me to the hospital.

At the hospital, Rio find me and takes me to Miles' room. I sit beside his bed as his parents stand. I grab his hand.

-Hey Miles... I say. He opens his eyes and they look dazed into mine.

-Hey Baby, he says.

-How are you? Are you ok? I ask.

-Well, I've been better, he says and winces from me touching his wound in his head.

-Could I just get a few moment with him please? I ask his parents. They nod and walk out into the hall, closing the door behind them.

-Do your parents know? I ask quietly. He shakes his head.

-No... and I want it to stay that way, Miles says.

I nod.

-Oh my god, I can't believe you are Spider-Man, I whisper as tears begin surfacing again and I begin bouncing my heel on the floor.

-Y/N..., Miles tries to calm.

-So you snuck out of school to see me during the weeks and to help me with finals? I ask. He smirks and nods.

-Idiot, I say and lightly slap his arm.

-Ow, hey, he says offended.

-And you caught a flying car! I say.

-Yup, he says.

-And I told you about you, I say and my foot begins bouncing heavier and heavier for everything I piece together.

-Y/N, baby, it's ok... Miles says.

-Yes it is, I... I feel like such an idiot, I cry.

-Babe, hey, ssshhhhh, Mikes says and puts a calming hand on my bouncing leg.

-We're ok, he says. I shake my head.

-What if you die? I ask.

-That's not gonna happen, Miles comforts.

-But what if. What if just that one time... like for the old Spider-Man? I sob. He looks me in my eyes.

-Baby.. I can't promise you that I'm never going to die, he says and dries some tears.

-But I can promise to try to never die anywhere else then in your arms at 98 years old, he says and I dry my tears.

-Alright? He asks. I nod.

-This is all my fault. I shouldn't have dragged you into this, he says.

-I know... But I still love you, I say.

-Good, cause so do I and Spider-Man, Miles says and I kiss him.

-You're kinda like my MJ, you know, he says when we pull apart. I giggle.

-No, I'm your window girl, remember? I say.

-Right... My window girl, he says and we kiss again.