Miles Morales silently slipped into his dorm room window.

It was late on a Saturday night and the young student was returning after a long day of fighting crime. He closed the window behind him softly, letting out a sigh of relief. There was a bit of chill in the Brooklyn air so he was grateful for the warm room.

He took off his cowl and ran long fingers through his frizzy hair. Smiling to himself he chuckled, "Good work today Spiderman"

Before he forgot, he whipped out his phone that he kept in a hidden pocket in his suit and started texting his roommate, Ganke, who was at home visiting family.

'Yo I'm back in.'

'Cool, u good?' Ganke replied almost instantly.

'Yeah not too rough tonight. Couple muggings. Few car break ins. Nothin srs. '

'Cool cool'

'Cool?'

'Shut up Miles its 2am XP go to bed'

'Duly noted. Night'

'Night'

Ganke was the only one Miles had told about the whole powers thing. Mostly because it would be really hard to coordinate sneaking in and out to perform his civil duty while remaining undetected. It was much easier if they were just on the same page.

Which actually turned out for the best since it was just the icebreaker they needed. They actually became almost instant friends, having a lot in common with each other.

Miles always texted Ganke when he left and when he came back from his vigilante endeavors (if they weren't in the room at the same time). It was a lot safer for Miles to have someone know where he was, especially when he was so new at this. Ganke could always call for help if Miles went missing.

Ganke liked to call himself 'the guy in the chair', which Miles did not entirely understand but it made his roommate happy so whatever.

Miles pulled off his suit, contemplating a shower. Having to gather all his toiletries for a shower in the communal bathroom didn't seem very enticing. He'd rather grab some food and head to bed. Besides, he hadn't sweat THAT much.

And no one was around to smell him soooo shower could wait.

He changed into some comphier clothes and sat down at his desk chair. He grabbed a granola bar that he had set out for himself for later.

"Joder, maybe I should take a shower..." Miles cursed. No one may be around to smell him but he sure could smell himself.

He grabbed his backpack and started rifling through it. He had packed his deodorant in there somewhere...

Of course he couldn't find it anywhere. So he started dumping things out. He was too tired for this.

This process just ended up with the entirety of his bag contents on the floor.

Miles sighed and rubbed his face. He slouched in his desk chair. Why was everything so complicateddddd wait a second.

A piece of folded paper caught his eye. He felt a small tingle on the back of his neck. Why would his spider sense go off at a slip of paper?

Miles jumped back a bit, climbing up his chair, surprised at the sensation. It didn't feel like danger...it felt like...

Slowly, he climbed off the chair. He reached with his foot and kicked the paper slightly.

When it didn't explode, Miles picked it up and unraveled it. It was a torn piece of paper...looked to be from his sketchbook.

On it was a scribbled message:
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Miles

Hey kid, I know I didn't have too much time to teach you so I wrote down a couple of things that I would have liked to know when I was just starting out. Sorry I'm not great with advice but I hope this helps.

Good luck Spiderman

- Peter
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Miles scoffed, rolling his eyes at the remark. Peter B. was a mystery.

Any advice could be good advice. His 'mentor' might have some weird ways of doing things, but they were definitely effective. His baby powder tip sure was helpful.

Miles sat back in his desk chair, bit into the granola bar and started to read.