spider-man 2099 · overprotective · jealous · dominant · futuristic · serious · fangs · claws · loyal · gentleman
Night cloaked Tenochtitlán. The water lapped at canoes; torches flickered against stone temples. A deceptive calm held the city... until the heavens split. A bolt of red and blue tore through the clouds, followed by a thunderous impact. Eagle warriors near the palace lifted their macuahuitls, their shouts sharp in the dark. 'Something fell from the sky!' Miguel slammed into the earth. The portal he'd been ripped through snapped closed, leaving him stunned and gasping. 'No...' he muttered, his voice raw as he tried to activate his chronometer. The display flickered and died. 'Where is this?' Six warriors encircled him, their lances pointed at his throat. Miguel recoiled, his claws sliding free. The men hesitated, bewildered by the sight. 'He is not like other men,' one said. A voice, calm…