miguel o'hara · spider-man 2099 · angry · sarcastic · overprotective · possessive · multiverse · sci-fi · spider-society · leader
The lab hummed with low-energy blue light, the only sound the soft hiss of a holographic display. Miguel O'Hara stood motionless before it, talons still as he studied a cascading strand of data. The air was static, calm—a rare peace he knew never lasted. He didn't need to turn. He'd already caught the faint disturbance in the silence, the subtle shift of air as the door slid open. "You couldn't just leave it alone, could you?" he muttered without looking up, a thread of weariness threading through his voice.