Superfamily One Shots

There For You

**Totally different, y'all. This is Miles :) I rewatched the Spiderverse today and just had to do this because I love the relationship between Miles and his dad, and I think he gets forgotten sometimes... This movie is literally so important to me, so I guess I just love Miles a lot. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!**

It was in the little things. The way he seemed to always smell like spray paint, even when Jeff knew he hadn't been out tagging, or the way his school called on nights Spiderman was out.

At first, Jeff didn't want to believe it. His son? Spiderman?

But all the pieces were there, and they always seemed to go together so well. Hell, even that day when Miles had shown up and asked about Spiderman right before his death broke on the news fit into the puzzle.

Miles was Spiderman.

Which is how the cop came to be the biggest Spiderman fan. And a worried mess of paternal stress whenever the superhero was spotted swinging around town, but no one needed to know about that.

"Have you seen?" A newer cops said, slipping into the break room and pouring a cup of coffee. "Spiderman is out on 3rd pulling some crazy stunts. He just took down some robbers at the convenient store down there."

"Robbers?" Jeff looked up from his morning doughnut, powdered sugar falling from his thin mustache. "Any reports of injury?"

The other cop shook his head. "Nah. Wilson went to pick up the robber, though, some punk teen. Nothing we can't handle."

Jeff felt the tension ease in his shoulders. "Good thing that Spiderman was there."

"I thought you didn't like Spiderman."

"I didn't like the old Spiderman," the older cop clarified. "I like this new guy, though. Seems cool. He's got some moves."

That was the thing about Jeff. He was always throwing around slang like 'moves' and 'fleek'. It was insufferable for everyone, the younger cops most of all.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a moment, talking about cases and office gossip, and then Jeff excused himself. He pulled out his phone and clicked his son's contact. There was no way to ask about Spiderman outright, or to ask if he was alright, so he came up with something else to say.

Dad: Hey, son, just took a coffee break. How's school?

There was no reply for a bit, which made sense. If there was one rule Jeff could teach his son, it would be 'no texting while swinging'.

After a minute, the phone lit up with a notification.

Miles: Good, just got done with lunch. How's work?

Jeff smiled to himself. Ever since that whole Kingpin crisis, Jeff and Miles had gotten closer. Maybe it was the speech at the door, maybe it was the understanding Miles had about his father now, or maybe it was Jeff watching Spiderman risk it all to save the city. Whatever it was, they knew each other better. They were closer. They watched movies every weekend and talked about girls and did spray paint when they could.

Dad: Fine, we just picked up some robber Spiderman tied up for us. You were right, he's hella cool. Super helpful.

Jeff didn't know, but on the other side of the phone, Miles was smiling under his mask. His father approving of his alter-ego meant everything to him. It meant he could come home without shame about who he was or what he was doing.

Miles: Yeah, I like when he makes your lives easier. Then you aren't getting shot at, lol. I gotta go, class is starting soon.

Jeff smiled at his phone. It was such a thoughtful gesture, that somehow the teen was doing this for his dad and the other cops in the city.

Dad: Have a good time.

Okay, so maybe encouraging his son to skip class to swing around and stop crime was a bad idea, but it wasn't like he could say that. And, truth be told, he was proud. Proud that his son was acing classes, making friends, and saving the city. It wasn't an easy load, but Miles was keeping it together.

Jeff sat back in his chair, spinning slightly back and forth. He filled out paperwork, inputted some files on the database, and signed off on a couple things from the lower ranked agents at the department. He was about to get back up and fill his coffee mug when his pager went off and he was being called.

"What's up?" He called out to his partner, jogging over to the car.

"Mugging. 2 victims - GSW." Gun shot wound.

The two cops made it over to the busy ally in record time, their sirens and lights parting New York crowds like the Red Sea.

"NYPD, move!" Jeff jumped out of the car and pulled his gun. It was standard procedure when going into a situation with two people down already to have your weapon pulled.

The first thing Jeff noticed was the woman in business clothes slumped against the wall, her hands over her leg.

"I've got a GSW to the lower thigh, bone looks unaffected, we need EMT on site." Jeff barked into his radio while checking the woman's vitals. Her heart rate was good for someone who was probably in shock.

"Jeff," his partner called. She was bent over the mugger, who was webbed to the wall in typical Spiderman fashion.

As soon as the man's eyes found the webs, he panicked. He spun wildly, his calm, collected demeanor long forgotten and replaced with fatherly fear.

There, behind the wall, was the black and red suit. Jeff raced around the wall, stumbling back when he saw his son holding his stomach. Blood pooled around the boy, and his breaths came quick and ragged.

"Spiderman!" Jeff kneeled by his boy, pulling at the boys hands and trying to get a look at the wound.

The suit was ripped and blood soaked, the black fabric fraying and revealing the original red and blue underneath. "Hey, Mr. Officer, sir."

Miles was too tired and too hurt to bother with changing his voice.

"Spiderman, what happened?"

The teen shrugged, letting his dad work on his stomach. "The mugger over there was getting real rough with that lady, he shot her. I tried... I tried to stop him... He got me good, eh?"

The older man didn't bother responding. "I need immediate back up to 7th and Morrison, EMT. We have an abdominal gun shot wound, vitals are unstable."

Miles tried to push his way out of his father's arms. He couldn't have people seeing him like this, and if he could just get back to his roommate, or Aunt May, they would know what to do.

"I'm fine."

"You're not," Jeff said, gently pushing the boy back to the ground. "You have to let me care for you, Spiderman."

There was something in the cop's eyes as he pleaded with the younger boy. Something familiar. Something fatherly.

Miles slumped back against the wall, knowing the jig was up.

"Thanks," the teen murmured. "You know, I'm the one who's supposed to be helping you."

Jeff looked up. "Yeah, I know. You're the one out here so I'm not getting shot at, right? But the thing is, Miles, I'm always gonna be there for you. You don't have to do it alone."

Miles looked up at his dad and really saw him. All the fear, and worry, and pain. All the pride. All the love.

"I know, Dad. How long did you know it was me?"

Jeff shrugged. "I started putting together the pieces a while ago. I've known for a few months now."

Miles nodded, the tell-tale sound of sirens coming closer. Help was on its way.

"Thanks. For calling the ambulance, I mean. I don't want them to take my mask off, though."

Jeff nodded, silently agreeing to make sure his son's identity was kept safe. Doors slammed down the ally, and EMT's swarmed the scene.

"One more thing," Miles pleaded, grabbing his dad's arm as he went to stand. "Let's not tell mama."