Frank narrows his eyes as he glances back over. "Queens?" He's never heard Spiderman be called that before and he's seen Tony Stark in action firsthand now. The guy doesn't really have favorites, at least not among people who are already his family.
Miles realizes his mistake immediately. The truth is it just gets weird calling another teenager Spider-Man. Their nicknames work in the field. He tries to play it off with a cool guy shrug and laugh. Nothing to see here. "Yeah, you know their Spider-Man? It's confusing to call him anything else in Brooklyn." Nailed it.
He's not sure about that excuse, but he'll let it marinate a while. "Yeah, okay. Forgot you guys had your own. I'm mostly in Hell's Kitchen these days." So he gets to watch Matt parkour around like a brat, lucky him. Frank watches as the street slowly fills in with more and more people as they approach nicer housing, and he's getting ready to bail any minute.
He gives Frank a double take. That explains a lot. "No wonder you look so beat up. There's always something going on there." As they get closer, Miles moves a little further away like any kid who spots a familiar face. He's soon off to meet and greet with people around his neighborhood. By the time he realizes Frank is gone, the other man will be long gone. Miles will tell himself he doesn't care either way while very obviously caring.
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