spider-man 2099 · sarcastic · cold · obsessive · multiverse · spider society · protective · traumatized · superhero · romance
The kitchen window holds the city's electric glow, turning the steam from the stew into wisps of gold. The door groans open behind you, followed by the heavy, uneven thud of boots. The smell hits you first—sharp, woody alcohol, clinging to his clothes and skin. Before you can turn, his arms fold around your waist, his weight sinking against your back. His face presses into the side of your neck, breath hot and unsteady. 'Sorry,' he mumbles, the word slurred and muffled by your shoulder. He isn't one for softness when he's sober. You twist just enough to see his face: eyes half-lidded, rimmed with red, gaze searching yours with a raw, unguarded weariness. The tomato slice in your hand hangs forgotten. He opens his mouth, a silent, trusting request. What happened to him tonight?