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It was Friday and Donnie had a science project. That means one of their brothers had to be chosen to go help them move said project and that Brother just so happened to be Mikey.
Mikey POV:
So Mikey activates their cloaking gem on their gas mask around his neck and heads up and out of the sewers to start the walk to Visions Academy.
Recently, Mikey has loved walking through the streets of NYC. that might sound a bit weird but ze has good reasons; those reasons being that he simply loves seeing how well the city has healed sense the invasion… yet right now it’s the middle of January and therefor very cold; Mikey for some reason, had left the Lair with only a hoodie. but even that hoodie is just the hoodie that he has around their waist at all times aka: the one ze wears when spray painting (so it’s one of the many, many, many items of clothing he owns that’s covered in paint splatter).
As Mikey’s passing one of his unfinished murals, they decide that they left the lair early enough to stop for a few minutes to work on zeir art.
So he continues brightening the boring wall with the neon colours of their imagination.
Miles POV:
Patrol has been dragging on and on for the last two hours and Miles has gotten very bored. He couldn’t talk with his superhero friend Moon Girl because she did her patrol earlier and is now having movie night with Devil and Casey, He couldn’t talk to Ganke because earlier today they had both been assigned a stupid long project that Ganke was currently starting on, and they couldn't fight bad guys cuz’ it’s been stupid slow all week (even though that’s a good thing it’s still boring).
As Miles passes over a fellow graffiti artist he decides that there isn’t anything else going on and graffiti is very fun to watch so why not just stay a bit to see what they’re painting.
Turns out they’re painting a very bright neon coloured aurora borealis over a bright New York city scape that wasn’t quite accurate to real life. The art style vaguely reminded Miles of something but Miles decided not to think about it.
The painter had just taken a picture of their piece when Miles decided to say something. Turns out, Miles forgot that they didn’t know he was there and scared them by very suddenly popping out of thin air to complement their art.
So after an awkward apology and a totally normal amount of freaking out over the fact that 'goddamn Spider-Man is talking to me?!?!?' Miles finally gets back to complimenting the others' art.
Speaking of the stranger, now that Miles could actually see them he saw that they’re around his own age and spray paints a lot (judging from the fact that there is paint splatter on literally all of their clothing). They have dark brown skin and darker brown curly hair in an afro that’s somewhat held back from their face by a bright orange bandana around their forehead. Half their face was covered by a bright gas mask covered in paint and small decorations. their eyes were somehow an unnatural bright pink and blue. They wore a big black hoodie and baggy dark blue jeans with bright orange sneakers (all covered in paint). They had bright orange fingerless gloves overtop black (also fingerless) compression bandages and bright orange knee pads with old drawn on faces.
“Sorry ‘bout that, I just wanted to say that your mural looks awesome” Miles continued
“Oh, uh, yeah, thanks! I’m MJ by the way, all pronouns” MJ answered.
“Cool, I’m Spider-Man. He/They pronouns” no, Miles definitely didn't think about how 'MJ' is the classic Spider-Man love interest. the thought would never cross his mind
“Sooooo if you’re Spider-Man, doesn’t that mean that you should be arresting me for like… vandalism… or something?”
“Ehhhh probably, but if I did then I’d be a hypocrite considering that I’m also a graffiti artist”
“Woa-ho a criminal superhero? Now that’s what I call being two-faced”
Before Miles could respond, an alarm went off on MJ’s phone and he had to run off. Miles looked back at MJ’s mural after ze left and only then did Miles notice their signature. So that’s what Miles thought was familiar, “MJ” is one of Miles’s favourite online artists.
Mikey POV:
Ok so maybe he did spend a bit too long at her mural and now has to run through NYC to hopefully get to Donnie’s school before Donnie counted them as late but how could Mikey regret staying when friggin’ Spider-Man showed up and complemented zeir work!!!
Mikey arrived at Visions with (at most) a few seconds to spare.
“Hey, Dee!” Mikey greeted (slightly out of breath, he wouldn’t usually be out of breath this fast but yet again; it is cold out) as she ran up to their sibling.
“Greetings Michel” Donnie then looked up from their phone at Mikey when he stopped in front of them.
Donnie raised an eyebrow at Mikey’s shortness of breath “do you need a minute to catch your breath?” They asked [in a suspicious tone] (not many people could differentiate Donnie’s tones but Mikey spent years learning it so zeir an expert).
“Nope! I’m good! Let's go!” Mikey replied, grabbing two of the neat boxes next to Donnie. A few years ago Donnie might have tried to warn Mikey that “those boxes are filled with heavy machinery, you have to be careful” but now Donnie has just accepted that Mikey could and would easily carry however many they wanted.
The walk back passed fairly quickly, Mikey told Donnie about the mural he painted on the way over (leaving out the part about Spider-Man showing up) and Donnie gave a brief explanation of their latest science project, Mikey pretended to know what any of that meant.
Before he knew it they were back at the lair and Donnie was unpacking in their lab. Now that Mikey was left alone to fully process the evening she may or may not be totally freaking out (ze totally is) on the floor in the middle of their room.
He took out zeir phone and looked at the picture of their mural; she meant to post it earlier but had been a bit distracted. better now than latter, right? He posted the picture and decided to at least try to get to sleep.
Miles POV:
Patrol was finally finished.
Miles had just gotten back to his bedroom when his phone buzzed, MJ posted the picture of his mural. Miles smiled and liked the photo before getting ready for bed. ‘Maybe I could find zem again, maybe we could be friends’ then he fell asleep