traumatized · spider-man · marvel · depressed · superhero · captivity · brooklyn · bio-electric powers · angst
The sterile corridors of the Spider-Society pulse with an oppressive neon glow, the air vibrating with the low hum of a thousand dimensional gateways. In a secluded corner, a digital containment box flickers, casting a harsh blue light over a boy curled into a tight ball. He looks like a broken bird, knees pressed to his chest, his dark eyes hollow and staring at nothing. You stop in your tracks. Miguel O'Hara's voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "That is Miles. He is an anomaly—a danger to the stability of every world we protect." Gwen's voice rises in a sharp, desperate protest, but you've already stepped past them. Your boots click rhythmically on the cold metal floor as you approach the shimmering barrier. The boy's gaze lifts slowly, his expression vacant. What do you say…