"It's not like that," Miles complained, gently pulling people from the car as his friend webbed the other cars.
"It's cool, little man, I'm not knocking ya."
"Its," he sighed, continuing to pull the car back onto the road.
"It's what?" Punk swung by. Miles could see the smile on his face through the suit.
"Hmmm," he webbed away, his friend following closely, "Why are you so amused?"
"Why wouldn't I be? It's cute. Fits you," punk smiled, "Who's your cat friend?"
"His name is Bodega. How much of my room did you explore?"
"Not much. What else you got there?"
Miles shrugged, thinking about that question, "I have cars?"
"Bruv!"
X
"Home," Rio called, hanging her coat up.
"Hey Mami," Miles drove his electric car past her, "Hobie came to visit."
"Hi Hobie," she dodged the toys, "Did you finish your homework before taking your toys out?"
"I did, it's on the table," he raced across the living room floor.
"Hi Mrs. Morales," the Brit waved, holding the controller, "how was work?"
"Work was fine," she slipped from her work shoes into her slippers, "anyone need the toilet? I'm about to shower. And did you put your clothes away?"
"I don't, he did," Hob spun the car.
"Can Hobie stay for dinner?"
"Yea, that's fine," she made her way to the happiness of a hot shower.
X
Since it was Friday, Hobie was allowed to stay the night if he wanted. Of course he did. He had nothing better to do. So he pretended to call his parents and ask permission before staying. He and Miles really knew what they planned to do.
"Alright, Hobie, since you're the guest you can pick out the movie tonight," Rio told him as she escorted her son off for a bath, despite him protesting in Spanish.
"[I can do it by myself, Mami!]"
"[Since when? Your friend is in the front room, I don't think he cares.]" She added bubbles to the running water and tossed in some duckies and other floating toys.
"[But…shouldn't you watch him, he is the guest and deserves more attention?]" he smiled, watching as she closed the door.
"[I already got your jammies for tonight pulled out]" she proudly held up a cotton shirt with an oreo in the center of it's chest.
He had to admit that was one of his favorite pairs, "Ok Mami."
"Now, in the tub," she smiled, pointing.
Miles couldn't help but express some embarrassment when his mom did his bedtime routine. Bath aside. Bedtime story- tonight's was Pinnocio, which mami used to her advantage by letting him know she can tell that he lies and tapping his nose. After that she put his bonnet on and a kiss for him and Bodega.
"Good night boys," she rubbed Hobie's head, "Water is on the desk for you both. I better not see you walking around when you should be asleep," she warned her son before leaving the room, actually closing the door since her son had company.
Hobie tugged some at the night clothes Rio had given him to sleep in. A little short and just fit, probably meant these were a little big on Miles, "Your mum seems nice."
"She's crazy," he whispered, "But she's being nice because we haven't got on her bad side. She'll go to bed in like an hour or two, then we can go patrolling."
Punk merely rested his head on his arms and pillow, "Got it."
x
After a couple hours of waiting they both managed to slip out. Tonight would be a feisty one. Several armed robberies and dealing with some rogue gallery villains. It must have been a meeting on who would come out and play.
At least with Hobie there things got taken care of pretty quickly. Which is great, because Miles didn't want to risk his parents checking his room since he had a guest. The decoy sleeping dummies would only work so many times.
"Did you go?" Punk got real close to Miles, "We been out here fussing and tussling for like three hours. And you had a lot of juice before we left."
"Why are you so eager to help me with that, anyway?" he blushed, unconsciously tugging on his shirt as they swung.
"I just think it's cute, is all," he shrugged, "And I don't want ya to be all uncomfy and getting a rash."
To him it was like changing May. Just something that had to be done. But now it was one of his friends, and the idea was absolutely adorbs.
Miles sighed, "Fine."
They managed to make it to a rooftop so he could freshen up.
Hobie ripped the sides, 'Ok, so I use this tab?"
"Yeah, it rolls up and you use that to seal," he muttered, holding his suit top down as best he could, "Its cold."
"Alright, bet," he tossed the soiled one aside and got to cleaning his friend.
It was a bit awkward since Miles tried to stand for it, but it got done and he was able to step into a fresh one. Hobie figured he wouldn't tease Miles too much, but pull up or not, these were still very much nappies.
"All clean," Punk pet his friend's head.
"Thank you," Miles kept the same red complexion when it was finally over, "Lets get home before my mom decides to poke our dummies and I die a horrible death."