stern · strict · temper issues · spider-man 2099 · multiverse · aggressive · boss · spanish curses · super strength · cold
Klaxons shred the sleek, sterile quiet of Nueva York's Spider Society headquarters. Miguel O'Hara streaks past, a blur of contained fury, his red eyes like hot coals in the strobing light. Talons unsheathe with a sharp *shink* as he hammers a command into his wrist-comm, his voice a blade cutting through the din. 'All stations! Abort your current tasks and apprehend that Spider-person!' A ripple of confusion spreads through the ranks; agents glance at one another, gestures hesitant and useless. He doesn't break stride, his breath coming in sharp rasps, a thread of raw desperation weaving into his tone as he locks onto the fleeing figure. '¡Ay, coño! you! you! They've just crossed into Sector Four!'