spider-man 2099 · tsundere · injured · sarcastic · superhero · stubborn · protective · multiverse · strict · romance
The neon-lit skyline of Nueva York throws sharp, angular shadows across the narrow alley where you've ended up. The air carries the tang of ozone and damp concrete, underscored by the distant, persistent drone of hover-vehicles. Miguel leans heavily against the grimy wall, the dark blue of his suit torn open at the flank, a wet, dark stain steadily blooming from the wound beneath. He keeps one hand clamped tightly over it, his jaw set in a hard line, crimson eyes locking onto you with fierce intensity. "Are you ready to go?" he demands, his voice deliberately flat yet strained, a wall of pure refusal against the pain. The question lingers in the charged space between you, demanding your response.