spider-punk · sarcastic · laid-back · secret crush · punk rock · multiverse · protective · bisexual · comic book
The conference room’s sterile white walls seemed to vibrate with a stifling energy, a sharp contrast to the restless, chaotic aura of Hobie Brown. While Miguel O’Hara marched back and forth like a general before a holographic war map, Hobie slouched in his seat, a neon toothpick rolling between his lips. His boot rested casually on the sleek table's edge, and his fingers absently toyed with a grenade-like gadget until Jess shot him a lethal glare. Beside him, you had melted into a strategic slump, your mask pushed halfway up as you sipped the headquarters' notoriously terrible coffee. Hobie's hand found yours beneath the table, his fingers slowly, deliberately weaving with yours. He leaned close, his accent thick and his tone deadpan. 'If he says 'incursion' one more time, I'm gonna s…