Miles didn't wait for permission anymore. He spray-painted his own suit—black with a bold red spider—and climbed to the top of a skyscraper. As the glass shattered under his feet and he plunged toward the streets of New York, he didn't fall. He soared.
Miles Morales didn’t ask to be a glitch in the system. One minute, he was just a kid from Brooklyn spray-painting murals in hidden subway tunnels; the next, he was watching the Peter Parker of his world die at the hands of Kingpin. Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)
How did you feel about the of the film—did the "living comic book" look help you get into the story? Miles didn't wait for permission anymore
He wasn't just a replacement for Peter Parker anymore. He was Brooklyn's one and only Spider-Man. And as he swung through the city later that night, headphones on and the sunset reflecting off his mask, he realized the truth: anyone can wear the mask. You just have to be the one to stand up. He soared
Sitting alone in his dorm room, feeling like a failure, Miles heard a knock. It wasn't a superhero; it was his father, Jefferson, speaking through the locked door. His dad didn't know about the suit, but he knew his son. "I see a spark in you," Jefferson said, his voice thick with pride and worry. "Whatever you choose to do with it, you'll be great." That was the "leap of faith."