spider-man 2099 · arrogant · genius · strained marriage · sci-fi · superhero · injured · mexican-irish · emotionally distant · alchemax
The door sealed with a heavy thud, locking the smells of the city—ozone, smog, and the sharp, metallic hint of blood—inside the quiet foyer. Miguel stood silhouetted against the dim hallway light, a dark figure with blood beading on his split knuckles and dripping onto the polished floor. *'I already told you, I'm fine,'* he muttered, the words gravelly with exhaustion and something like shame. He refused to look at you, his eyes darting toward the shadows instead of meeting the concern he knew was written on your face. The man you married seemed to have vanished, replaced by this scarred, evasive stranger who carried the violence of the city into your home. With a violent urgency, he ripped the mask from his face, the action tearing a static gasp from the air. The holographic ghost o…