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Instead of making up shitty racist headcanons about Miles shoplifting join me in headcanoning him picking up ballet because he thought Gwen being a ballerina was super neat and it would help him in his spiderman job

Spider strength he can’t control + Lifts = Hilarity

Miles, muttering to himself: do not yeet the ballerina. do NOT yeet the ballerina

Jumps. JUMPS.

Miles frantically googling “How high can normal people jump??? How high can ballerinas jump?????? I don’t think I’m supposed to be able to jump straight up to the ceiling and also I keep getting stuck up there please help”

Once Mile’s spider sense pinged lightly about a balcony set and he told the crew master he had a bad feeling about it. The balcony collapsed later. No one was hurt, but now Miles has to go over sets and pronounce them clear of ‘bad feelings’

He’s not even good enough to be in shows yet, but nothing goes out without his seal of approval

honestly I have known so many stage managers and props department people who are Exactly This Superstitious. (And hell, in this case they’re not even wrong he literally has magic danger powers)

I’ve also known a few dancers, and without exception the reaction to finding out this boy can effortlessly hold them in a single arm lift or YEET them dozens of feet in the air (And catch them after!) would be PURE GLEE.

“Okay, Glynda, look, we all know he’s Spiderman. Kid’s terrible at hiding it. But imagine this. None of us tell him we know and none of us tell him how high ballerinas can really throw their partners. And each class we just keep on pretending like we’re impressed with how fast he’s improving but, y'know, he’s still got further to go.”

“Uhuh, yeah, I see that look in your eyes Glynda. You know exactly where I’m going with this. How high do you think Spiderman can throw you?”

“Okay, Glynda, stop giggling, the giggling is creepy. Dessie, please make her stop giggling.”

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So… Are we going to talk about this?

did they ever actually say what Luis’s last name is? like, do we know he’s not Luis Garcia y Barnes? this doesn’t even have to be some shitty dark headcanon involving experimentation by hydra on immigrants, Bucky had sisters.

Please, God, somebody write the transcript of Luis spending seventeen minutes telling Bucky his grandfather’s life story through WWII and up to the point where he fell hard for this one hot chick from Brooklyn and like brought her back to California with him, man – and Bucky sits there the whole time in silence, too bewildered to interrupt.

My finger slipped..

Oh dude I am so pumped to meet you at last! I mean my Mamá, she’s gonna be so thrilled. Oh hey, speaking of, can I get a picture? Just a quick one? I gotta send it to the family Whatsapp. You go one of those? No worries, we’ll get you all set up, now say queso

Scott, who the hell…

Perfect! I swear, they gonna loose their shit. Not to say we ain’t been looking, Ernesto got a restraining order from trying to sneak into-

Seriously Scott, where’d you find this guy?

Aw shit, sorry man, I’m just a little excited! I mean I was weaned on those Howlies stories, y’know? Abuelo Pedro used to tell them, you know what he’s like. You don’t? Oh shit, man! Of course you don’t! So my Abuelo was a soldier in the war? He was legit, I swear, like there was half a million Latino soldiers in WW2, hell, we’ve been fighting for the US in every war from the Revolution to Afghanistan, you feel me? So Abuelo Pedro, he signed up and got sent off for basic training and shit. Now it was colder than a well-digger’s ass in those barracks, so while they’re waitin’ in formation he sticks his hands in his pockets to warm up. The Drill Sergeant comes storming over all ‘American soldiers stand to attention!’ and ‘They never keep their hands in their pockets!’ And, well, Abuelo Pedro ain’t never been called an American before. That left an impression on the guy.

Is there a point to this?

I’m getting to it, I’m getting to it! Hey, you like John Candy movies? Well, get used to it because you’re gonna see them a lot. Well, one of them. Can’t argue with a name like that though, right? So anyway, Abuelo was shipped out and ended up kicking heels and other parts we ain’t gonna mention with this spitfire WAC from New York. An’ he was like crazy for her, but figured there was no chance of making thing legit what with him being Mexican an’ her being, like, Irish or something. Her daddy was pretty clear on that. But then her big brother got killed in action, died a hero, like they gave him every medal going an’ invented a couple of new ones. So Abuela Becca just went fuck it, life’s too short, and ran off with him to California. They went back when uncle Gorges was born, which was a few years before Mamá came along, and patched things up. Abuela said I took after her brother, because he was forever knee deep in trouble too.

You alright man? You need a glass of water or something?

Oh. My. Gods. This is canon. This is CANON!!!!