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The pictures I got yesterday weren't enough, obviously. I got a picture of a random watch and a portal, had an interaction with a girl who appeared from the portal and that was that. Sadly those pictures aren't incriminating nor shocking. I'm pretty sure if I brought these forward they would laugh in my face and turn me away.

I needed to get real dirty stuff, whatever that stuff was.

It was shortly after eight in the morning, I was sitting cross legged on my bed, my phone unlocked and open with the video on pause in my hands; I kept replaying the first ten seconds of it to try and see if it was fake, but it wasn't. Even though I got it caught on camera, I plan to continue this search. I couldn't give up. Almost getting caught yesterday scared me, but not as much as seeing that pregnant lady appear out of the portal asking for Hobie specifically.

There was a knock on my door, instantly making me jump with nerves. Part of me was still on alert that Hobie would catch me on what I did yesterday, but then again I have always been on alert when it came to him.

"Who is it?" I say while quickly locking my door and shoving my phone under my pillow case, jumping out of bed and standing around the corner of the door.

"Miles and Crass." The quiet voice answered, catching me completely off guard.

Miles and Crass?

I jog over to the door in my red pants and grey t-shirt, unlocking and opening it up. The two were standing there leaning against both sides of the door, Miles had his medical kit, a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

Immediately I remember I still had stitches on the back of my head and he was supposed to come and take them out sometime, but I had no clue why Crass was there. The two stood in the door, waiting for me to let them in.

I step to the side, inviting them in.

The two walked in, my foot coming into contact with the bottom of the door to shut it after Crass walked further into my room and went over to my bed. By the time I turned around Miles was already placing his bag on the table and unzipping the kit, Crass lounging on his elbows as he flicked on the television. I silently stepped over to the table and sat in the chair.

"This gonna hurt?" I murmur, crossing my legs on the chair.

"Nah." He says shortly, I always forget he doesn't talk much. His answers were always short and never sounded comforting at all.

He takes out a medical wipe from the package and brings it to the now healed wound, rubbing it gently to disinfect the area. I stayed frozen on the chair, glancing over at Crass who flicked through the channels before settling on Bob's Burgers. Miles was very gentle in his movements, but also very silent.

"How long were you studying under your mom to be a nurse?" I murmur once more, my eyes looking up at him as he was focused.

He glances at my eyes for a second before flicking them back up. He couldn't have thought that was a surprising question, he was sitting here taking out my stitches and I have been in close contact with Hobie for a good few days now. Of course I would think he has some medical background in his family, or at least took classes in school.

He didn't answer, just grabbing a new tool from his kit and reaching back up to the back of my head.

"I'm just curious." I state. "You seem to know what you are doing."

I felt a bit of an unexpected pinch, making me jolt just slightly as he paused. He snaps down at my eyes again, sending a strict stare like I was trouble for moving when he'd doing such an intricate job. It was almost comical being scolded by a sixteen year old.

"Sorry." I mumble.

He looks back up and continues.

"Since I was fourteen." He mumbles an answer to my previous question, pinching again but I didn't flinch this time because I knew it was coming. "My mom wanted me to know the basic techniques to save someone's life in a near death situation. I've been volunteering at the hospital since then."

"Why not stay with her over the summer then?" I ask, watching him pull another silver tool before I had a chance to see what it was.

"She travels to different countries for work to get more experience, and my dad does overtime. No point in staying home alone. Besides, Hobie is generous enough to let me come along on tour."

"Would you ever go with her?"

"Stay still." He warns.

I obeyed, going silent for a second so he could concentrate. I know I was asking a lot of questions, but I was glad he wasn't giving me any short answers anymore. "Not really, I want to change from nursing to study Quantum Physics."

It surprises me that Miles says that, seeing as everyone around him is no where near on the same level as him. Not that everyone is stupid and has no set goal, but ever since I met the band and what I know about them is that they like drugs, drinking, beating people up, causing trouble and meeting human traffickers. It makes me wonder how Hobie even met his parents, along with Gwen's and Pav's. Did they meet when he was volunteering? Did Miles introduce Gwen to Hobie? Or was it the other way around? But it doesn't make any sense because as far as I know, Hobie isn't even from here. It wouldn't make sense if they all met in school if the majority of them lived in different places around the world.

"Well, I think whatever degree or job you want to do you will do great in." I mumble out of kindness, despite knowing he is here to bandage them up after they get done beating people up.

I've always felt a bit bad for Miles, Gwen and Pav. To get stuck in a band that seems innocent on the outside, but inside are actual monsters. It worries me that they might've seen something like I did and that is why they are always together, so band together to have one another's back in times like this. I have never not seen Gwen alone without one of them, just like I have never seen Ozzy without Crass or Opium, or Rico without Hobie. If Miles wasn't involved in this 'band', I'm sure he would excel in a college like Princeton for his Quantum interest.

He doesn't answer my compliment, but I didn't expect him to. He continued to work with the tools I couldn't even see, removing the stitches from my head. I glance over at Opium before finally just asking. There was no point in keeping it to myself what I saw last night, and if Miles was studying Quantum Physics I am sure he could give me a scientific answer on what the fuck that was.

After he was finished, I rose to my feet and walked over to the side of my bed before pulling out my phone and unlocking it, going to the camera roll so I could pull up the video to show the both of them. "I was going to keep this to myself and I'm sure I'll get in a shit ton of trouble, but it'll drive me insane if I don't get an answer."

They both turned to me, ready to see what it was that I was referring to before I turned my phone around and showed them the portal that I witnessed, the sheer fear written on their faces as if I just revealed the biggest secret known to mankind.

"You know something about this, don't you?" I ask.

Miles finishes zipping up his medial kit before letting out a deep sigh. For a kid his age he sure did act like an adult with so many problems on his shoulders. "Yeah." He says shortly, placing his hand on top of the table before sitting down in the chair I was just sitting in.

"What is it? It was in Hobie's dressing room from this watch that was sitting on his table like it was nothing." I said in slight humor, just trying to ease the tension at hand.

"It's.." Crass finally spoke, but it was short and I knew I wouldn't get the real answer that I wanted. His brown eyes looked over to Miles, trying to find the right words before looking back at me.

"It's mine." Miles finished Crass's sentence. "Have you ever heard of sp-"

"Do you think that's the best idea to tell her?" Crass interrupted him, placing a hand out in front of the other to stop him from finishing his sentence in case whatever it was he was going to say, wouldn't be the cause of my death. 

"It's too late to lie now, she already saw the watch and the portal. It doesn't matter what we say now, she is far too deep into it without realizing it." Miles turns back to me, biting his lower lip. "Do you know about your 'friendly neighbor spiderman'?"

I furrowed my brows in reaction, but immediately he looked down to his lap like he was trying to come up with a better way of explaining. I placed a hand on the back of my head, lightly rubbing at the sutures.

"Don't do that, it'll crease the sutures and fuck them up." He warns, instantly I relax my hand back down to my side.

"Sorry, I was just a little confused." I mumble. "Why are you asking me about Spiderman?"

Crass slides back against the bed frame, his legs crossed one over the other before Miles lifts his wrist and shoots a web right near my head at the wall. "You really never put two and two together?" He instead asks me a question, keeping his eyes on me.

Now I'm utterly confused.

"So you–are you both? You are–?"

Crass shook his head, uninterested in Miles and I conversation and I knew he was telling the truth. I turned back to Miles then the web next to my head. "I need more proof, anyone can do that with a fake toy. I used to play with one at my old job in Washington."

Miles rolled his eyes before barely jumping off the ground and hanging off the ceiling by his fingertips, his eyes just slightly opening like I was embarrassing him some more to make him do charades around my hotel room.

I placed my hand on the back of my neck again, rubbing it a bit harder in concentration.

"(Y/N), stop the rubbing." He mumbles, dropping down to the ground.

"Sorry." I quickly dropped my hand again. "It's just a lot. Does that mean you were the one outside my old apartment? Who was following me to 'protect me'?"

He shakes his head. "That was Hobie."

I paused, staring straight past him and out towards the city. I never thought for a second that Hobie would be Spiderman of all things, he only cares for himself and hates the whole world. I didn't think to put him in the same category as someone who risked their life to save me, let alone walk me home twice at my old apartment.

"He's Spider-Punk."

"It's so hard to believe."

"How? I mean, the bruises that you see on his body when you are taking measurements, the spider bite I know you have peeped when you turn his wrists around to put his bracelets on him. I know you remember a while ago you saw that suit in his closet. It's how he knows you are always listening or nearby. That day you saw all of us in that room, he knew you were there the whole time; he just wanted to see how long it would take before you made yourself known." He scuffles in one breath.

"If that really is him, why is he such an asshole? He risked saving me in the alleyway with that drunk bastard and even walked me home. Why is he such an asshole now?" I murmur.

"Later on down the line, I'll explain a bit more about where we all come from, but I assume you saw the years on the watch if you managed to get a portal open, yes?" I nod. "Hobie isn't from this reality per say. He had a reality that he used to be in, where he is from. Things happened that I won't say, but he watched his lover be murdered. Miguel managed to pull some strings and switch his reality from that one to this one, but only if he gets to play with his canon event in this one." Miles explained. "I'm also not from here, but I don't like being in my reality anyway."

I take in what he says before slowly nodding, trying to take all in the information at once. Miles was Spider-Man and so was Hobie, he wasn't from this reality but got to live here because of Miguel. Miles wasn't from here, either. Was anything real?

"What's a canon event?"

"When something happens so drastically it changes you as a person." Crass piped in, his eyes shut.

I paused and watched the two, Crass had a natural relaxed face when Miles had jumped and clung to the ceiling. Maybe that's why I liked Crass, he was always relaxed. We aren't friends and probably never will be now that I know so much more about this band and Hobie, but in a normal life I could myself get along with him quite nicely. Same with Miles, he was also so quiet and kept to himself.

It's crazy how different Hobie is from the two of them. Hobie always had his eyebrows furrowed, he was never relaxed and had this look of anger in his eyes. In another life I couldn't see myself getting along with Hobie at all. If we went to the same high school he probably would shove me in a locker or steal my lunch.

"Is the person who died MJ?' I quietly asked. "I saw a bracelet that had those initials on it."  

Crass let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "That's his fucking guitar. He nicknamed it after Michael Jackson. That man loves his guitar more than anything, he also uses it to kill people." He shrugged and I felt my eyes almost pop out of my skull.

I didn't want to know.

"Will he be mad, you all told me?" I cleared my throat.

"I'm not scared of Hobie." Miles and Crass both chuckle in agreement. "But don't mention that I told you about it until he tells you, it's something we Spider people have an unspoken rule we can't tell other people about it."

"So why tell me?"

"Hobie doesn't cut you the slack you deserve and I think it isn't right he is leaving you in the dark if he plans to always take you on this grand adventure. I won't tell you everything, but I'll tell you that much."

I give him a half smile. "Do the others know?"

"For a while he didn't tell anyone, he kind of kept it to himself. But I know they have seen him sneak into his dressing room before a concert with his suit on. He doesn't talk about it but he doesn't really hide it either. The only reason they found out officially was because he was half dead limping back to his hotel room and Rico, Opium and Crass saw him." Miles rose to his feet, signaling to Crass he was ready to go.

"What about those scars all over his body?"

Miles shook his head, the twenty questions were now done and over with.

I can never see Hobie talking about something regarding his scars or being Spiderman, let alone to a single person. He came off as very private. 

"The back of your head where the sutures are will scar, but you won't notice it and it'll fade over time. Just please try not to rub it or mess around with it."

Before I got to say anything else, he started heading towards the door in a silent Miles and Crass manor. I had to make sure I acted fast with my words before the two of them were gone.

"Thank you." I spoke as he grabbed the door handle.

The two of them didn't say anything in return like usual, just exciting within seconds. The minute the door was shut I walked over to make sure the two of them were gone before pacing over to the balcony, I was more than thrilled about it. I loved that every hotel I had gotten so far had a balcony on it, giving me the fresh air I needed without having to leave the building. I really craved time alone where I could just be my introverted self. It feels like I am surrounded by Hobie and the others.

I opened the double door windows, a warm breeze cascading against my skin the second I made the door ajar.

I stood astound when I turned my head to see Hobie standing next to me on his own balcony, shirtless and a blunt wrapped between his lips. My stomach was turning seeing this, this was the first time I had seen him really up close–to an extent–with no makeup on to cover his scars.

There he stood alone on the balcony, looking out to the view without a single worry on his face. He inhaled and exhaled a deep breath, looking out at the view with his hands on his lips. He had this little grin on his face when he turned to his left and saw me standing there, he didn't flinch away or hide his chest but I could see him start to make his way towards the door. The little grin on his face meant trouble, and I knew something was up his sleeve when a girl in a bikini walked out onto the balcony and waved.

I turned back to not pay them no mind, whatever they were going to do would have to wait while I took in this view for a couple of minutes. But a stern voice caught my attention, loud enough for me to hear them despite being a few yards away.

Hobie said something to her that I couldn't hear, his body bending down just slightly to pick her up and wrap her legs around him before he walked over to the edge of the railing with her. I stayed frozen, my mind going blank. Was I about to witness a murder? There was no way, he couldn't. Seeing him in a different light after what Miles told me who he really is made this interaction not that scary, he would have to save her. That's in his blood.

"Put me down!" She shouted at him louder, gripping him as he didn't listen.

He smirked at me, glancing his eyes up and down my body with the blunt now flicking off the balcony like it was a warning he was about to do the same thing to her. "Morning, baby girl." He said to me.

The next thing I knew I was back inside, slamming the balcony doors shut and not wanting to open them again. But I played myself, because I rushed to open them back up when I heard a piercing scream only to be met with them playing with water guns she brought, laughing like she wasn't about to be dropped almost fifty down.

I hated him.