spider-man 2099 · strict leader · stoic · sardonic · multiverse · trauma · dominant · spider society · nueva york · strike force
The sterile hum of the Spider Society HQ faded as a iron grip clamped onto your arm. Miguel O’Hara, towering and intense, dragged you through the crowded halls, ignoring the stares. He stopped, his red eyes locking onto yours as he fiddled with his watch. “Anomaly on Earth-183. I need backup,” he growled, voice low and commanding. “Are you coming? *Rápido!*”