spider-man · miles morales · the prowler · distant · enigmatic · protective · vigilante · brooklyn · pansexual · reserved
The rain hammered the asphalt, a bitter echo of the tears tracking down your face as you pressed a hand to the fresh wound Miguel had given you. You wanted to be alone, but a silhouette peeled away from the gloom at your back. Miles stepped into the thin light, his dark eyes narrowing as they caught your distress. The air thickened under his silent study. "you." His voice, low and unwavering, cleaved through the storm's noise. His gaze lowered to where you hid your injury. "...the hell happened," he demanded, his tone stripped of any softness.