xp_logs | Miles & Matt, late Friday night

Matt takes a break from his all-nighter to get a snack, and runs into Miles, who's pulling an all-nighter of his own."

Rubbing his temples, Matt saved what he was doing on the computer and tugged his headphones down around his neck before getting up to stretch. He needed a break away from his computer and more than that, away from work. It was too late at night to still be working, but he needed to get this stuff finished before Monday.

Leaving the guest room he was staying in, he padded down to the kitchen to get something to drink. That would help. Maybe hot chocolate if they had it?

Even at this late hour, the kitchen wasn't empty. Miles and Bobby were spending their Friday night camped out in the rec room, going through every video game they could find. They'd somehow run out of munchies, though, so Miles was tasked with restocking. He had a bag of chips, two packages of cookies, and a pair of 2-liters in his arms when he heard Matt walk in.

"This isn't what it looks like."

"No?" Matt asked dryly, "What's it look like then?" he asked, more amused than anything.

Miles's eyes darted from side to side. "Helping starving children in Africa?"

"Is there any hot chocolate here?" Matt asked, going to the cupboard. Really, he wasn't too concerned with whatever Miles was up to. But he hated trying to explore the cupboards without help. It seemed rude.

"They have about thirty different types of coffee here," Miles said, nodding at the cupboard closest to Matt, "So probably. Also hey, are you living here now? Does that mean you quit Mister Winged, Handsome, and Rich?"

Running his fingers along the outside of the various cans, he turned back to Miles, "Find it," he requested, "And no. I'm here on the weekends so I can still work for Warren," he ran a hand through his red hair, "Which is what I'm doing tonight actually. Working. Still. And the sad thing is, I do this several times a week," the nights he didn't patrol typically.

"Find it, please," Miles corrected. He unloaded his burden onto the counter and then jumped up onto it so he could get a closer look at the cupboard's contents. "It might be easier if you didn't wear those sunglasses all the time. Wait." Miles turned around, jar of hot chocolate powder in hand. "Are you actually blind?"

Tilting the glasses down his nose, Matt grinned, "You're slow on the uptake, Bug," he hadn't realized that Miles didn't realize. Oops. "But yes. I am actually blind. My powers compensate, but they don't help me read labels on containers," he could use his phone to help, there were a number of incredibly useful apps for that sort of thing now, but asking Miles was faster still.

"The spider made me super-strong, not super-quick-on-the-uptake." Still not the most embarrassing thing to have happened since coming here, so Miles rolled with it. He hopped down from the counter and went to the fridge to find milk. "Are you a lactard or is real cow juice okay?"

"Real milk is fine," Matt could make it, but if Miles was being helpful, that was appreciated. "What're you up to then? Movie marathon?"

Miles poured milk into a small saucepan and put it on the stove to heat up, and then grabbed a pair of mugs from the nearby cupboard. The one shaped like a cat, with its tail as the handle, he reserved for Matt. "Saints Row IV. They have so many games here. It's like living at a Game Stop."

Ah. Video games. "Sounds like fun," Matt agreed. He wasn't much of a video game person for obvious reasons, but they did sound like fun. "Who're you playing with?"

"My roommate, Bobby. He's awesome. He creates ice." Miles hopped up onto the counter again to sit while he waited for the milk to heat. "How come you're still working? It's Friday night, bro. Shouldn't you be out getting turnt or something?"

"Right? The exciting life of a 20-something these days," Matt shrugged, leaning against the cabinet, "I'm still working. I have to get this stuff done before Monday and I'd rather work through the night tonight and have the rest of the weekend for fun. And sadly, this is actually pretty normal."

"I'm never growing up," Miles said with all the surety and sincerity of a 15-year-old boy. "Yo, what are your powers, exactly? How do they compensate for being blind?"

"Okay then, Peter," Matt thought that was an excellent idea, as unrealistic as it was, "Enhanced senses. It's how I can see you even if you're invisible, I can hear your heartbeat. Same thing with how Asgardian took me out so quick. I had a migraine after that for days," no fun at all working with a migraine. "Not just my hearing though. All my other senses."

"So you can always smell who dealt it?" Miles chuckled at his own joke. "But you move like you know exactly where everything is around you. You wouldn't be able to jump across rooftops just by listening."

"I get an image of my surroundings from the sound waves bouncing off things. Sonar," Matt explained. "I can see the can of hot chocolate right there," he pointed, "but I can't read the label. And you dealt it. Always you."

"Very funny." Although Miles still laughed. "So that would mean you can 'see' all around you, then, right? If it's all based on sound? No one can surprise you. Like my spider-sense but, like, ten thousand times better."

Matt nodded, "Yeah. And watch the milk. It's about to boil," he informed the teen. "On the other side, I hear everything. Including stuff I don't want to hear or when I'm trying to sleep and relax and all that. I wear noise cancelling headphones a lot to block it out when I don't want it."

Miles was off the counter in a hot second so he could turn off the heat and pour the milk into their mugs. "How'd you get started with the Daredevil thing?"

"Growing up my brother and I did martial arts and stuff. Got into plenty of fights. As my powers came in and I got a handle on them," which had taken a little while, but the martial arts had helped a lot, "we took to running the rooftops and stuff for fun. In college I was doing that one night to get some energy out and came across a mugging, which I couldn't just leave..." obviously, "it developed from there. My brother works for SWORD so he helped get me some gear to help. How about you?"

He had a brother? That was new. Although come to think of it, literally everything Miles was learning about Matt was new. "I guess the tl;dr version of my story is that I was bit by the same kind of spider that bit Peter. He'd already been Spider-Man for a couple of years, after that mess with the Lizard, so I tried to be his Robin. He said no." Miles smirked. "So I decided to, anyway. Because really, what else could I do with these abilities? Then that time last spring when Doctor Octopus attacked Roxxon? I happened to be in the right place at the right time, so I helped out Peter. That made him change his mind." And earned Miles his first cover photo for the Bugle. It was the only physical newspaper he'd ever bought.

"So...why not?" Matt grinned, stirring cocoa into the mugs of milk, "Makes perfect sense. Not. Anyways. I'm headed back up, but you want help carrying everything since you don't have 8 arms?"

"Yeah, actually, thanks." Miles poured a third mug for Bobby; he'd be awful put out if Miles came up with hot chocolate for himself and none for his roommate. With a careful grip on two mugs in one hand, he hooked his arm around the pair of 2-liters with his other arm. "If you can get those chips and cookies. Doc Ock is mad scary and gross. I wouldn't want those extra arms if you paid me."

"I'd rather have a time-turner, get some extra hours in a day," Matt agreed, getting the things. "Seems like everything takes priority except sleep," he yawned to punctuate that statement.