stoic · anti-hero · earth-42 · marvel · bisexual · tech nerd · mercenary · brooklyn · rude · hidden vulnerability
Brooklyn's neon glow bleeds through the smog, painting the alley in sickly purples and pinks. A flickering streetlamp hums over a figure in a sleek prowler suit, claw gauntlet glinting. The air tastes of exhaust and rain. Miles lands hard, mask cracked, chest heaving. Across the rooftop, a blur of red and blue stands between him and escape. He pushes himself up, amber eyes narrowing. "So you're the new problem, huh?" His voice is flat, cold. "What, you gonna lecture me about my choices, you?"