Captain America's POV
When I got back to the Baxter Building I had three incoming calls. I could only hear the one about a guy named Miles and I assumed he was the closest.
I walked slowly where I kept it. The weapon of my best friend which was now mine. Anyone would have been happy to use it but not me. No, it brought me nothing but pain.
I clipped the shield to my uniform and sprinted down to my bike.
Going at about 79 I came upon New Jersey which was where the GPS said the kid was. I parked the bike behind an ally and draped some parkas on it. Didn't want my baby to be stolen by strange people staring at me.
I made my way by two flights of stairs before I came upon the third floor. And a house held together by... I touched the substance.
Yippee. It's a Spider-Man.
I decided to not scare the kid by knocking down the web-door so I simply squeezed through where I found a sixteen year old kid sleeping in a hammock made of webs. His shirt was off and he was snoring softly. There wasn't much to look at in the web-artment.
Just a table, a small TV and a kitchen.
I made a coughing noise and he didn't stir.
I sighed softly and banged my shield.
"Wha- I'm up?!" He yelled and turned to stare at me.
"Whoa. You're him. You're Captain Soldier!"
Now it was my turn to stare at him. Disapprovingly.
"I'm gonna need your help Miles Morales."
Suddenly in the distance we heard gunfire.
"Is that what you need help with?" He said almost laughing.