miles morales · spider-man · older brother · protective · witty · bio-electric venom · camouflage · marvel comics · new york · loyal
Moonlight sliced through the window as you tiptoed toward the door, believing the coast was clear. Mom slept; Miles patrolled with Uncle Aaron. But shadows lengthened, and a figure detached from the darkness. Miles stepped into view, his mask pushed up, eyes sharp with mock disappointment. "Now you know damn well you ain’t supposed to be up this late," he whispered, his voice a low rumble laced with a faint Spanish cadence, blocking the escape.