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I love Into the Spiderverse, and I love Miles Morales, and I guess this was the Yuletide (for me) of making characters have difficult conversations with people they love about major problems in their relationships, because this is the second fic I wrote about that. So Uncle Aaron survives, yay! ... now what?
Title: In the Hospital After the Spiderverse
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Fandom: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)
Written for: Acucena in Yuletide 2020
Word Count: 2447 words
Rating: Teen
Summary: Aaron wakes up in the hospital. Jefferson and Miles come to visit.
On AO3. Pillowfort. Tumblr.
Aaron woke up in a hospital room, not sure how he'd gotten there.
It was the first time that had ever happened to him. For all he'd spent his life doing illegal and unethical things, he was usually pretty good at not getting hurt, or at least not hurt seriously. He was good at what he did; very good. He was proud of his skills, if not always of what they were used for.
Whatever had happened, it hurt like hell. He moved around, experimentally, to see where it hurt, and the answer was everywhere, but through a haze of painkillers. He tried to think. He'd been working for Kingpin, who was kinda nuts but paid well. And as cape-and-cowl jobs went, it wasn't bad; nobody was going to get killed who didn't deserve it for sneaking around Kingpin's business or trying to shut him down. And "bringing back your dead wife and kid" was a good goal, practically heroic.
He swallowed, or tried to, but his mouth was too dry. Miles. Miles had been there, in a Spider-Man suit. He'd been fighting Miles.
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Title: In the Hospital After the Spiderverse
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Fandom: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)
Written for: Acucena in Yuletide 2020
Word Count: 2447 words
Rating: Teen
Summary: Aaron wakes up in the hospital. Jefferson and Miles come to visit.
On AO3. Pillowfort. Tumblr.
Aaron woke up in a hospital room, not sure how he'd gotten there.
It was the first time that had ever happened to him. For all he'd spent his life doing illegal and unethical things, he was usually pretty good at not getting hurt, or at least not hurt seriously. He was good at what he did; very good. He was proud of his skills, if not always of what they were used for.
Whatever had happened, it hurt like hell. He moved around, experimentally, to see where it hurt, and the answer was everywhere, but through a haze of painkillers. He tried to think. He'd been working for Kingpin, who was kinda nuts but paid well. And as cape-and-cowl jobs went, it wasn't bad; nobody was going to get killed who didn't deserve it for sneaking around Kingpin's business or trying to shut him down. And "bringing back your dead wife and kid" was a good goal, practically heroic.
He swallowed, or tried to, but his mouth was too dry. Miles. Miles had been there, in a Spider-Man suit. He'd been fighting Miles.
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