Y/n: *grimace* "Great, he's spawning more minions...This is gonna take a while"
Peter: "Incoming!"
Y/n and Peter then hyper-focused in their game, with Peter inputting frantically on his keyboard as Y/n blitzed through with his dual keyboard and mouse set-up. 
As the two friends continue to play, Y/n's phone starts to ring on Y/n's nightstand. Distracting the two.
Y/n: "Ahh, great. D.A.R.C who is it?"
D.A.R.C: "Gwen Stacy is trying to reach you, Y/n"
Y/n: "Put her on speaker"
Answering the phone, D.A.R.C puts Gwen on speaker as Y/n and Peter continued to play. 
Gwen's voice: "Hey, Y/n. Have you heard anything from Miles yet?"
Y/n: "AoE! Move!"
Peter: "Gragh! I'm hit!"
Y/n: "Heal up, I'll try to hold agro as much as I can"
Gwen's voice: "Y/n?"
Y/n: "Hmm? Yeah? Oh right, Miles; I talked to him a bit yesterday, he seems to be doing fine"
Gwen's voice: "Are you sure? Cause he hasn't been answering my calls or seen any of my text for a little while now"
Y/n: "Peter! Get your head out of your ass and in the game. We're halfway done!"
Peter: "Okay, I'm healed. Let's finish this"
Gwen's voice: "Hello...Y/n?"
Y/n; "Goddamnit Gwen, can't you hear that I'm a little preoccupied at the moment!?"
Gwen's voice: "Well I'm sorry for being worried about my BOYFRIEND'S well-being!"
Y/n: "Oh my god! Gwen let the man breathe, PETER ANY DAY NOW!"
Peter: "It's still charging, just keep him off me"
Y/n: "Look, you're being a little bit clingy lately. Just give some space and he'll call you back"
Gwen's voice: "I am not CLINGY.....Am I?"
Peter & Y/n: "YESS!!!"
Peter and Y/n shoot up from their chair excitedly as they had finally beaten the boss.
Gwen's voice: "Wow...I guess I am. Well then, I'll take you up on your advice. Talk to you later Y/n"
Y/n: *absent-mindedly* "Yeah, love you too later bye. D.A.R.C end call!"
The call then ends as Peter and Y/n plopped back down on their chairs, exhausted. 
Peter: *panting* "That was the most stressful hour of gaming I had...in my entire life"
Y/n:  *panting* "Tell me about it..."
Peter: "Hey...You sure Miles's okay?"
Y/n: "Yeah...He'll be fine. Plus he's a big boy now, I'm sure he can handle himself"







In the streets of Manhattan, Miles is seen in his usual outdoor wear walking by citizens, hands in his pockets as he minded his own business until he reached a small family-owned cafe. 
He enters the establishment, hearing the usual door chime as he walks through the door before ordering a drink. Once the barista served Miles his order, he begins to look around for a seat. 
Miles spots a lone man in a suit sitting by the corner booth. With his drink in hand, Miles goes over and sits in the booth behind the suit-wearing man.