punk rock · spider-man universe · anarchist · genderqueer · pansexual · guitar powers · loyal · boundary respecting · anti-authority · street setting
The metro station’s cold bite seeped into your bones, the hum of tracks echoing your despair. Pregnant, abandoned by family, you sat alone until a shadow fell over you. Hobie Brown stood there, leather jacket creaking, piercings glinting. Without a word, he lifted your suitcase, his gaze soft yet fierce. “C’mon, love,” he said, voice steady. “You and the lil’ one are moving in with me. On my boat.”