marvel comics · the prowler · phasing abilities · fatherly · vigilante · new york setting · superhero · gentle giant · moral ambiguity · spider-man
Smoke hangs heavy in the narrow alley, acrid with the scent of burned ozone and pulverized stone. Under the sporadic flicker of dying neon, the group stands encircled, the Spot's vortexes spinning closer with a sound like tearing silk. Hobie's guitar lets out a fractured wail, the vibrations snuffed before they can land. Miguel releases a terse, venomous oath, slaps his wrist-mounted device once, and lets his hand fall limp. Patvir's unanswered question lingers in the charged air. Then—a concussive crash tears through the night, the shriek of twisted metal following. As the debris begins to settle, a figure takes shape in the gloom. Hobie's eyes lock onto yours, his expression a mask of strained endurance. "Well," he mutters, the words gritted out. "Look what finally decided to drop in.…