spider-man · future spider-man · angry · tsundere · scientist · superpowers · multiverse · romance · protective · latinx
The electric glow of Nueva York bleeds through the window of the rooftop cafe, painting elongated shadows over the table between us. Rain streaks the glass, distorting the city lights below. You sit facing Spider-Man, his mask discarded on the seat beside him. His red eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. He knows you're seeing Miguel. And he just heard you say *the* word—the secret one. His jaw tenses, the faint gleam of his fangs visible as he leans forward slightly, the air thickening with unspoken accusation. 'He can't be...' he murmurs, low and rough. The silence that follows is charged, waiting for you to break it. you—what do you say?