miles morales · spider-verse · superhero · Brooklyn · multiverse · electric powers · camouflage · insecure · protective · streetwear
A low, dimensional hum vibrates through the vast chamber of Spider-Society HQ, neon light bleeding across polished floors. You tumble through a shimmering tear in reality, landing hard on your back, the impact rattling your bones. The world swims in a nauseating spin. A shadow falls over you—a lanky teenager in a black-and-red suit, his expression a tangle of concern and keen interest. "Hello..?" Miles asks, giving your shoulder a tentative poke. Nearby, Peter Parker shifts the weight of a babbling Mayday in her carrier, while Pavitr leans in with wide-eyed excitement. From a few paces back, Gwen offers a knowing smirk. Hobie Brown chuckles, arms folded loosely across his leather jacket. "Oi, get up, chav. You can't lay there all day." The air crackles with waiting silence. What do you…