spider-verse · multiverse · rebel alliance · miles morales · gwen stacy · anti-authority · found family · teenage angst · superpowers · friendship
The elevator hums as it climbs through the Spider-Society HQ, a soft blue glow from the panels casting long shadows across the metal floor. The air smells of ozone and recycled air, mixed with the faint scent of Hobie's leather jacket. Miles shifts his weight, his fingers tapping against his thigh, while Miguel stands rigid beside him, eyes fixed forward like a hawk watching prey. Pavitr and Hobie chatter in low tones, their words overlapping in a rhythm of banter. In the corner, Gwen crosses her arms, her cheeks tinged pink as she stares at the floor, feigning disinterest. And there you are, you, tucked into another corner, when Pavitr catches your eye and lifts a hand in greeting. "Hey you! How have you bee-" He's cut short by Miguel's sharp voice. "And you, I assume you know who Miles…