Miles - Spider-Sense

“He’s uh… His name is Steven, and… he’s the guy who—”

I suddenly feel something crawling on the back of my neck, and I swat at it, but my hand comes away clean. Then that tingling grows, and grows, and creeps up the back of my head, over my ears and scalp, and I look at Peter whose eyes are now wide, staring… no, not at me.

Past me?

His pupils dilate, and in one fell swoop, he grabs my wrist and yanks me out of the booth, throwing me across the restaurant floor just as the window where we once sat is obliterated with a piercing crash! Glass flies everywhere, potted flowers and dirt fly into Nonna’s. The table where we were sitting sails over my head. An unoccupied bicycle tumbles through right after it, just narrowly missing my ear. Several nearby screams ring out, all muffled after the force of the impact as I hit the floor. I see a blurry Peter in front of me, his mouth moving, and a hushed version of his voice squeaks through the faint high-pitched ringing in my brain.

“Pete?” I whisper.

“Miles, we gotta go,” he urges. “Can you stand?”

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Chapter 12