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Almost the moment he saw Gwen with the team in front of him, Miles noticed the "watches" that everyone was wearing on their hands.
He could not help but notice. All of them wore a uniform on the left hand full of patterns and rivets of decorations is too conspicuous.
"Oh my god Miles!”
Gwen in the moment of seeing Miles like a mother who lost her baby, rushing up and around to check Miles' torn and tattered costume and whether there were serious wounds. After confirming that the other side is just a scratch Spider-Woman finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Peter looked a little more giddy, managed to find an unharmed Miles: "Kid - I mean Miles, you're alright! Great! Oops, the little girl just take another one - hold on I gotta clean that.
Maybe it was a bad idea to bring his little girl out on a mission, he should have listened to Mary Jane, like the various pieces of equipment in his pockets that now had to make way for baby diapers.
"I'll help."
It was Hobie. Hobie Brown was here, too. He appeared silently beside Peter to pick up little Maida, not forgetting to carefully remove the decorative rivets on his wrist so as not to scratch the little baby.
"Thanks man."
On the other hand, managed to escape from the prowler's hands Miles can no longer resist his curiosity to Gwen's side: "Whacha got there?"
"It's a watch. It works just like the ones Miguel gave us, but way more--"
Peter, who was relieved to hand his daughter over to Hobie, quickly squeezed over to Miles and put one hand on his shoulder: "Hobie made these! I mean can you believe it? He's amazing, right?"
After that Peter took Maid from Hobie; he came up to Miles with his little red-haired daughter in his arms, and while his arm was on Miles' shoulder, the baby grabbed Miles' hair at the same time.
"I tell ya this guy is sooo--cool!"
Miles spent five minutes freeing his hair from Mayday's hands, and another five minutes freeing himself from Peter's hands, while looking aside at Hobie with his hands in his pockets, "Wait--you made these? How??"
"Told ya you could made your own."
Yes, Hobie had told him that, but at the time Miles thought it was just a reason to try to talk him out of it.
Now was not the time to think about that, Miles shrugged it off, the priority was -
"I'm gonna need one of that.... Listen my good man--how you made'em?"
Miles eagerly moved up to grab Hobie's long, lean, powerful arm, ignoring the eyebrows Hobie raised the moment they got close.
"I can teach you. but you need to come with me."
Hobie didn't move and tightened the muscles in his arms, which brought Miles closer to him: " We gonna take something from Miguel's place."
"Hmm... . don't you mean steal?"
"Not steal. I got a set of me own principles bruh." Hobie emphasized in his thick accent, " Besides taking things from a dictator, is an action of justice. against capitalism, you feel me my man?"
" Umm.... .yes, I-I guess?"
"Don't worry kid--Miles, don't worry a'right? We gonna help you." Peter enthusiastically came over and once again squeezed hard behind Miles and Hobie and put his hand on their shoulders; Miles went from trying to break free unnoticed to struggling openly, and Hobie, who just gently placed his palm on Peter's arm, managed to disengage with a slight flash of electricity.
"Use your palm."
Miles saw Hobie gently muzzle him, then turned and bent over while teasing Mayday and lazily replied to Peter: "There's no need to turn out in full strength. just the two of us's enough."
Without waiting for Peter to say anything, Miles was the first to question, "You sure 'bout that?"
Peter's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, and suddenly took a deep breath and took a big step back as if he understood something:
"Oh can't you see ~dear Miles?"
Peter shook his head with a knowing smile: "He wanna take you out for a date! Hey guys!!! We got a couple of Spider-Mans who want some alone time!"
Hobie looked unconcerned about it, and was even in the mood to stick his left hand out of his jacket pocket in a rock 'n' roll gesture: "Cheers mate."
Miles, on the other hand, is all about "he has to have a watch that can travel the universe, contact other Spider-Men and meet Gwen".
Therefore, he did not hesitate to look up to Hobie: "well then, what are we waiting for?Let's go shall we？”
Hobie flung his guitar in front of him, "Let's go."
...... Peter swore that before Hobie pulled down his studded hood, the other man definitely added a "baby" to the end.
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The jump from their current universe to another was much longer than Miles remembered. Hobie's homemade jump tool was more colorful and dizzying; to prevent him from feeling seasick in the process, and to break the damn silence, Miles cleared his throat and spoke:“So——this is our d-day, huh? Big day,....what's the plan, like....?"
Hobie didn't answer immediately, but turned his head to look at Miles; the rivets on his mask kept flashing colorfully as the universe changed, a scene that made Miles increasingly dizzy; just as he decided to stare at the white eye part of Hobie's mask and repeat the question, Spider-punk finally gave an answer:
"Sorry, I was wondering off. but seriously though, did you just call me daddy?"
"Huh? What? No, I was saying--" Miles' eyes widened, and he didn't realize it was a joke until the eye part of the other man's mask began to shrink and shrink.
" Yeah I know what you said. I'm just playing wit'cha."
Luckily, they reached their destination without incident. Otherwise Miles would have really thrown up. Not - not just from the vertigo of jumping universes. Half, if not a large part, of the reason he wanted to throw up was Hobie's ambiguous attitude and statements to him.
What does he want?
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The entire base was empty, all the Spider-Men in the League had set off on their way to hunt down Miles, which no doubt made it very easy for them to do this, and why Miles had agreed to come with Hobie and the two of them - no one would expect them to come back!
"So umm.... . what do we need?"
"Easy. just a little bit of this, bits of that--and some of this--"
Miles watched Hobie skillfully picking materials from every table they passed, and in no time he had five or six items piled up in his hands; he suddenly realized something: "Wait you seem so familiar with the procedure.... . so why do you need me here?"
"Never said I need you here boy." Hobie's movements did not stop, nor did he glance at Miles. This made Miles suddenly some inexplicable loss: "I thought--you know after all that I thought we were friends--"
"Of course we are!"
Hobie heard Miles' words and suddenly came up to him, pushing closer and closer to Miles until the distance between them disappeared; such an excessively close distance should have triggered Miles' spider-sense, but he did nothing -- not even the emotion of trying to resist. This is quite unexpected, Miles thought.
Uh - they seem to be too close, Hobie's lip studs almost touch his lips, and because of the other man's height, Spider-Punk bending down at the moment for Miles is very oppressive.
Spider-Man from the 1610 universe does not yet know that soon the distance between them will become much closer than it is now.
On the other hand, Hobie is still looking at him seriously and says, "We AER friends, and I wanna be more than just friends with ya lil' Mikey --"
Hobie's lip studs took up almost all of Miles' vision; just as his eyelashes were about to brush against Miles' forehead, something suddenly changed around him.
Space began to shimmer, colorful blocks of color stacked up and fell from above, while the air around them came with a feeling of being torn apart.
Hobie and Miles looked at each other, they both realized what had happened.
Miguel is back.
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Something had changed.
That was Miguel's first reaction when he returned to base. His spider-sense told him that something was different.
Something, or someone had been here.
"Attention all Spider-Man, mind your surroundings. if anything happens report immediately."
Meanwhile, in the cupboard less than a foot from Miguel's calf -
Miles held his breath, inwardly praying to God that Miguel wouldn't notice them coming - or at least, wouldn't find them hiding in the cupboard.
Hiding in a cabinet that was about ten centimeters off the ground and right next to Miguel's feet.
Everything happened too suddenly, and the two people to jump time and space in that situation is obviously too late; therefore, when Hobie quickly pulled Miles' wrist and said: "quick. we gotta hide ", Miles hardly hesitated to follow each other.
His faith in Hobie came outta nowhere.
And now, they are facing such a situation: in the hundreds of universes of Spider-Man chasing, hiding in the locker of the base camp.
"Darling you are sitting on my guitar. you know I'd prefer you to sit on ME but, suit yourself."
Hobie suddenly spoke up to interrupt Miles' thoughts, but now the other guy didn't look like he was in the mood to think about what he meant.
"Shhh--" Miles looked so nervous, perhaps too nervous, that he didn't even think to cover Hobie's mouth with his hand: "They're out there! Oh man I'm sorry--wait what did you just said??"
Miles didn't seem to realize that his palm was still covering Hobie's mouth; to remind him of this, Hobie stuck out his tongue and slowly licked Miles' palm.
From the area where they touched, a surge of electricity rushed from the palm to Miles' whole body as the blood flowed; Hobie's action rightfully made Miles let go of his hand. In fact, so shocked was Miles that he forgot to blink as he stared at Hobie.
In response, Hobie showed an over-the-top calm: " I said I'd prefer you sittin' on me." he replied.
The sound of footsteps outside suddenly became tighter; this again made Miles' eyes widen; they were now tightly intertwined, Hobie's long legs circling his waist, while his arms were forced around Hobie's shoulders; Hobie's head was buried in his chest, the fluffy curls, the hair just brushing the tip of Miles' nose from time to time, giving him an urge to sneeze.
To restrain this thought Miles tried to hold his breath, holding his face began to flush, while the vision in front of him was blurred by the physical tears that came up.
Thank goodness the footsteps outside faded away, accompanied by a confused voice: "hey Miguel--think we found'em. they're in earth-42!"
"let's go let's go! Everyone! OUT!!!"
Through a crack in the cabinet, Miles saw a burst of colorful light come through, then everything went silent again; he guessed it meant they had all moved, but he opted to stay five more minutes for safety until they could no longer breathe before going out; Hobie kept quiet during the process, only gently wriggling from time to time, letting his hair brush Miles' cheek to bring a tickling sensation.
When their could no longer tolerate the thin oxygen slammed open the locker door, Miles almost rolled out with Hobie in his arms; his spider sense allowed Miles to stabilize himself through two forward rolls, so he also didn't notice Hobie meticulously shielding his head with his hands the entire time.
"Congrats sweetheart, you officially coming out. i'll salute you."
Hobie joked with him. Even if Miles could hardly tell from the tone of voice, whether the other person was joking or not.
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"Hey Hobie?"
Miles could not resist speaking up before they set off to join the others; he had been thinking about something that had to do with Hobie; he wished the other man's attitude would be less, well, ambiguous, which would give him the wrong impression; thinking this way, Miles finally spoke up before stepping through the portal:
"I was just wondering...umm...maybe you wanna, you know, hang out? After all this?"
This is NOT what Miles wanted to say.
Is it?
"Darling, are you ask me on a date?"
Hobie turned around and suddenly pulled Myers into an embrace with a hand on his shoulder:
“I'd love to.”
He winks.