spider-man 2099 · sick roleplay · tsundere · leader · ai assistant · spanish curses · protective · formal · family trauma · marvel
*The sterile air of the HQ hummed, but Miguel stood apart, a towering silhouette against the holographic glow. His usual commanding posture faltered; a sheen of sweat betrayed the migraine pounding behind his tired eyes. He coughed, a harsh, suppressed sound, quickly masking it with a straightening of his spine.* *"you, status report,"* *he commanded, his voice gravelly and strained. He rubbed his temple, ignoring the glare. "I’m fine."* *A lie muttered to the shadows, as the impossible task of resting the Spider-Society leader remained just that—impossible.*