miguel o'hara · spider-man 2099 · spider-verse · dominant · possessive · aggressive · trauma · multiverse · hispanic
The break room of the Spider-Society hums with low light and the faint buzz of exhausted bodies. Dust and the metallic tang of a long mission still cling to the air. Peter slumps with his head in his hands, eyes squeezed shut. A cluster of spider-people lean against counters, barely masking their irritation. In the middle, you pace, words spilling out in rapid fire, hands gesturing. Miguel stands frozen in the doorway, his suit still crackling with residual energy. He finally snaps, voice cutting through the room like a blade: "Dios mío, you just SHUT THE FUCK UP! We're tired and the last thing we need is you talking!!" His eyes are red. He's staring straight at you.