18836/Homecoming from Master Mold

Homecoming from Master Mold
Date of Scene:	14 August 2024
Location:	Dorm Building - HHCC
Synopsis:	Eve drops in on Miles. It goes poorly.
Cast of Characters:	Miles Morales, Eve Wilkins

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Miles Morales has posed:
The battle against the Sentinels and Master Mold had been intense, and Miles had gotten pretty badly hurt. He spent the night in the underground bunker of the X-Men while he recovered - which he had been able to do quickly. All that was left to heal was a deep wound to his side that was still closing up and underneath a compression bandage.

A breeze that shakes the trees behind the dorm buildings announces the arrival of the Blackbird in Stealth Mode. The door opens and an equally invisible figure drops down from it. Miles turns and waves to the pilot before he thwips a webline to his dorm room and opening the window, he sneaks inside, apparently not wanting to get caught after the all night bender as he drops his disguise.

His uniform is a mess, shredded from the destruction of Master Mold, stained with blood and overall cobbled together. "Ugh." he mutters, moving to sit on his bed and ready for a shower and a chsnge of clothes.

Then he'll text Eve.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
It's not like Eve has had nothing to do.

Classes for the new Fall semester are about to start, so there are textbooks to buy, her schedule to check back over, her phone to check 34,845,642 times just in case she didn't hear it go off...

As soon as she gets that text, it's like two minutes before there's a gentle knock on Miles's door, the knob rattling a bit from someone trying to get in, though it's still locked.

Eve didn't even text back to say she was coming over, but did he really expect her to?

"Miles?"

Her voice is muffled by the wood.

"Do I need to let myself in?"

Miles Morales has posed:
Miles just wanted a shower and to derez. As soon as he was out of his costume, he had started up the shower to wait for the water to warm up - because dorm showers are notorious about that, when the knock comes to the door.

'Do I need to let myself in?'

"N-No, I'm here! Gimmie a second."

Pulling his boxers back up, he throws a towel around his waist and makes his way to the door, opening it and offering Eve a smile. "See. I'm here." he promizes her.

Ignore that injury to his side and focus on his smile, Eve.

"I'm sorry, just wanted to ge clesned up before I called you." he admits quietly.

"So... hi. How're you?" comes his lame question.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
The door opens, Eve's on him. Arms around his shoulders, she's hugging him like she was afraid he might float away if she didn't hold him tight enough. She's practically hanging off of him, oblivious for the first moment of any of his injuries... until he probably winces or something like that.

When she steps back again, her green gaze falls -- no, it _rakes_ -- down the wall of lean, bare, masculine chest standing right in front of her. That towel is slung low around his hips with just a hint of his boxers peeking out from the edge, and a beat longer than might be appropriate, her eyes flashed over the 'V' of his abdomen and hips where dark skin met light towel...

"Miles..."

Smile hell. It's that injury she really focuses on.

She couldn't do anything about it, but she had to trust that he could heal it. He's Spider-Man, after all. It's not like she's never seen him with cuts and bruises and gashes and burns before. Most of them just didn't put him in the X-Men's infirmary.

"Come inside.. I can talk to you while you shower." Said as if this was her dorm room and not his, of course.

She doesn't even wait to be invited in. She just sort of bullying her way through the open door so he can close it behind her, her arms folded over her chest.

Miles Morales has posed:
"if this is the breakup talk, I'd rather not have it in the shower." Miles responds. "I don't regret what I did. I didn't expect Rogue to rip the arm off the damn thing and disturb it so that I was jostled and set off all the alarms and lost the stealth advantage. And as much as I want to do everything together with you, there are times we can't. And we're both going to be in danger sometimes that the other one can't help with. But I trust you to be safe and come back home to me. So if you're about to dump me over this after all we've been through... then hell, maybe I do need that shower."

His eyes reflect that torret of concern and worry as he draws in a breath as he closes the door behind her and locks it. He's already scared of losing her... so soon after getting her back as he heads into the bathroom, slipping out of the towel and the remains of his clothes into the shower.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
She hasn't slept since she got that first text. She wasn't even sure how many hours it had been. She'd been pacing and checking her phone, waiting for the update he promised she would get, and when he finally did text her, it was all she could do not to start carving holes in the floors and walls just to get to him faster instead of running up the stairs.

She was excited, beyond relieved to see him.

But then the words 'breakup talk' and 'not have it in the shower' clobber her like one of those giant cartoon mallets.

The shower's already running. She... she had something she was going to say, but she can't remember what it was.

He's so... cold.

He doesn't regret it... There are times they can't be together... He trusts her.

He's... mad at her. He thinks she doesn't trust him. Is _he_ trying to break up with _her_?

Her mouth is hanging open. Her heart is in her throat. Panic is creeping in around the edges. The text messages... he said he loved her. That was... a few hours ago. Right? Her thoughts are... not cooperating. She's trying to speak, but she can't. She can't do anything except watch him walk into the shower, disrobe, and climb into the water.

The fatigue hits her like running headlong into a brick wall, and her fingers come up to rub at her forehead. The hurt coursing through her rapidly sours to anger as she listens to the water.

"Fuck you, Miles."

There's the sound of the lock snapping open and the door opening.

"I'm glad you didn't die."

Then the door slams. And she's gone.