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[b]M A N H A T T A N,   N E W   Y O R K[/b]

This kid had an attitude. A gigantic, big-bellied attitude that threatened to destroy Miles with venomous words, sarcasm and… facts. If Miles had to be honest… the boy intimidated the crap out of him.

“Okay, uh, look… (Man, Captain America makes this look so much easier)… Sorry for lying to you (I guess), but, I mean, you just flattened a dude three times your size, then crushed another as you were [i]getting shot at[/i]… as easily as my powers let me do it.” Miles paused, trying to choose his words carefully. The boy already looked like he was fighting the urge to hit him, and the last thing Miles needed was to fight with a ninja-assassin ten year-old cherub from Hell. “And… it doesn’t [i]look[/i] like you have powers… right?”

He groaned, massaging the back of his neck. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s not every day you see a kid your age saving someone from muggers by being a badass. Is it too much to want some answers? Y’know, truthful ones.”