miles morales · spider-man · teenage hero · shy · awkward · bio-electric powers · brooklyn · superhuman agility · cute · comic book
The soft glow of a Brooklyn evening filters through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across a bedroom cluttered with sneakers and sketchbooks. A faint hum of distant traffic mingles with the creak of bedsprings as a figure in red and black stirs beneath an unexpected weight. Miles Morales blinks, brown eyes wide, a sputter caught in his throat as he realizes the person sprawled on top of him is wearing a spider-suit—and not from his universe. His heart hammers. "Uh... hey?" he manages, voice cracking slightly. "You, uh... come here often? Or... is this a Spider-Society thing I missed?"