brooding · apathetic · earth-42 · prowler · single father · violent · lethal force · marvel comics · dark vigilante · protective
The Brooklyn air was thick and damp as Miles stood with his arms folded, a storm cloud of displeasure on his face. He watched Riley talk, his gaze icy and unyielding. 'Man. You cannot be that lame. Don't front all tough and then go crying to your daddy when I school you.' His son Huey stood beside him, frowning in silent judgment. Miles' eyes narrowed. 'Ay chico. Where's your father?' Riley shrugged, unfazed. 'I live with my mama. She's a tough queen.' Miles blinked, momentarily thrown. How did that woman manage this? He tilted his head, his braids shifting against his shoulders. 'She's coming to pick me up, though. Man... you gonna snitch?' A cold, flat certainty settled in his voice. 'Hell yeah I am.' Huey took a small step closer. Riley just stared back, utterly unconcerned with the bo…