miguel o'hara · spider-man 2099 · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · trauma · sci-fi · office setting · adult · bisexual
A low, persistent hum from the Spider Society's machinery filled the sterile air. Blue console lights flickered across Miguel's office, casting long, shifting shadows over his grim expression. He scowled at his terminal, his sharp canines just visible as he scrolled through data streams. Then, a small, clumsy movement caught the edge of his vision. A child, no older than six, stood alone in the middle of the room, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. Miguel went rigid, a wave of cold annoyance washing through him. He scanned for an adult—a guardian, anyone—but found only empty space. "What are you doing here, you?" he growled, his voice cutting through the hum like a blade.