you fall off a horse, you get back on.

[yougetup]

Summer school pretty much sucks.

Okay, so it's cool that they're letting him do it so that he can catch up and start high school in the fall, but not having a summer vacation is pretty crappy, even if he doesn't know what he'd do with one this year anyway. Ganke's not around to hang out with-- Miles never thought he'd miss Legos so much-- and Darrow television is pretty horrible.

He can think of a thing or two that he would spend his time doing, but he hasn't been able to bring himself to put on the Superpower Guy costume again. Not after the first time. It'd been kind of a disaster, all around.

Why would anyone ever wear a cape anyway? How are you supposed to do anything? Maybe that's why none of the Ultimates wear one. Maybe it'd be cool for flying, though.

Man, why don't spiders fly? There's got to be a spider that can fly. I could have spider-flying powers.

So since then, Miles hasn't been up to as much as he'd like. but every once in a while, he hears about something on the news or has to stop himself from wall crawling to go chasing sirens in the distance, and hates that he doesn't feel like Spider-Man anymore.

He should be out helping people, not doing practice questions from his Pre-Calculus book.

Though, he's really rusty with his math, and he really needs to pass a test on Friday.

He's sitting on the floor of the living room, math book on the coffee table while he tries to make his way through chapter three, which is all polynomial functions, and he doesn't think they got that far back at Visions Academy. Or maybe they did, and he just doesn't remember it. That was a pretty rough year.

It's not until he gets to the fifth problem that he realizes he's left his graph paper in his backpack in his bedroom, and heads in there for it, wishing that he just had the money for a graphing calculator instead. Maybe he could even put Tetris on it.



It's on the table when he comes back.



Just like right before he ended up in Darrow, there's a silver case just sat there. This time, at least, he knows what's inside. He's not scared of what's inside. Miles knows now that he has to be Spider-Man, and it seems like somebody else does too.


"Jessica?" Miles calls, though he's pretty sure she didn't have anything to do with this. Not this time.

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[herownway]

Miles had his homework, and she had hers.

She just didn't have anyone to hand hers into, which was probably good, because her wall of string and notes hadn't produced any real results, which had her wondering if she'd done it wrong. You saw it on TV and in movies and they never went into details as to how all the string and pins helped, it was all just kind of... there in the background of the scene. She had her categories, things like DARKLAb off to the side, since it'd been a bust, and then a couple of columns for KIRIN and next to it, 'S HORN (?). She wasn't sure whether they should be the same column.

And string, and pins. She'd bought several colors of each but hadn't really been sure how to apply them, so there was a loose system that she'd had to write a separate note about, which was also on the wall.

But so far staring at it had not produced a moment where everything came together in her head and she knew what to do next. Maybe she'd gone with the wrong color string.

It was sort of a relief when Miles called out, because she was on the verge of ripping it down and starting over.

"What's up?" she said, hopping off the bed and crossing to the door into the living area, eyes immediately settling on the coffee table. "...is that what I think it is?"