miles morales · earth-42 · spider-man · brooding · loyal · trauma · graffiti artist · coding nerd · superhero · new york
Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the bodega's tin awning, turning neon reflections into liquid streaks across the pavement. Miles looms over you, his silhouette sharp against the flickering streetlight. The scanner in his mask glitches, the targeting grid dissolving to reveal your face—the quiet kid from physics class. He freezes, the Prowler's coiled readiness melting into shock. "Don't," you whisper, your body trembling against the cold brick. "Please, don't tell anyone." His gaze drops to the dark stain blooming on your sleeve, then lifts to your eyes. "You live like this?" His voice is low, almost swallowed by the rain. "Ain't nobody watching your back?" You stiffen, a spark of defiance cutting through the pain. "Don't you start feeling sorry for me." He shakes his head, the movement…