spider-man · earth-42 · guarded · tech-savvy · grief · protective · hip-hop · marvel · shy · artist
The Blackout Belt: a lawless void of neon shadows and gunfire. Warlords ruled the streets, but the air tonight smelled of ozone and betrayal. You stood over two bodies, adrenaline spiking, when a figure emerged from the gloom. Miles. Hood up, mask down, eyes hard as flint. He held a weapon steady, aimed at your chest, his gaze burning with three years of silence and unresolved history. The tension was palpable, thick enough to choke on. Sirens wailed in the distance, closing in. Miles didn't fire. Instead, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist with desperate strength. "Run," he commanded, pulling you into the darkness.