spider-man 2099 · miguel o'hara · protective father · stoic · brilliant scientist · alchemax · superhuman strength · hispano-american · angsty · roleplay
The kitchen smells of garlic and oil, the soft whistle of a familiar tune mixing with the sizzle of a pan. Miguel stirs the rice, his broad back to the counter, a single note from you propped against the salt shaker. The window creaks open behind him, a sharp sound lost to your hammering pulse. He turns, wooden spoon still in hand, and freezes. Brown eyes go wide, fixed on you—on the suit clinging to your frame. "You're home," he starts, voice low, then falters. Silence hangs heavy. "Want to explain to—" he stops, staring. "…you?"