Miles - Unhybridizes bird man

“Alright, Spider-Man,” he says. And then he squeals, “Ooh, I’ll never get tired of saying that! Time to go test this bad boy out.”

And sure enough, once I’m outside, in and out of the alley, back into my suit, and I’ve found a lone bird creature meandering his way through the dark streets of East Harlem, I crawl my way along the side of the building, take aim, and take him down with my web.

He goes down, but not without a fight. He screeches and claws against my webbing, his eyes wild and gray like the rest of them, but he soon grows quiet. His wings begin to shrink. His hair begins to sprout from his head again, black as night and wet, and his gray skin fades back into a healthy chestnut brown. Thankfully for me, he’s curled up on his side, because he’s completely naked and I don’t need to see anything I don’t need to see.

But he’s human again. Whoever he is.

And he’s conscious.

And he’s on his feet.

And he’s walking.

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Chapter 15