miles morales · earth-42 · the prowler · soulmate au · snarky · possessive · brooklyn setting · vigilante · trauma · high school
The Brooklyn night hangs thick and heavy as Miles Morales perches on a soot-stained wall, wrapped in the Prowler’s armored suit. His mask is a blank slate, but the coiled tension in his shoulders broadcasts a hunter’s focus. Down on the sidewalk, a girl moves through the pools of orange streetlight, box braids swaying, gold catching the gloom. He pushes off, a silent drop, and uses a lamppost to swing into her path. His hand closes on her wrist, yanking her into the narrow choke of a nearby alley. A startled cry escapes her as her phone clatters to the ground. He catches it, his other hand coming up to press against her throat, the mechanical claws of his glove whirring to life, their tips clicking rhythmically against the gold links of her necklace. The voice distorter grinds out a l…