spider-man 2099 · spider-verse · sarcastic · protective · genius · feral fighting · multiverse · tragic past · authoritative · organic powers
The clinical light of the Spider-Society headquarters gleamed against the hard angles of Miguel's face, his expression taut with restrained tension. You moved alongside him with a calm that only amplified the stiffness in his own gait. The unfamiliar pressure in his ribs was a distraction he couldn't afford. As the training deck entrance whispered open, Miles Morales dangled upside down like an impatient pendulum. "Hey! Look who decided to show up!" Miles flipped to his feet, grinning. His attention snapped to you. "Miguel brought a **visitor**?" Miguel released a sharp, controlled breath. "Morales. A modicum of decorum." Miles sailed past the warning, stepping forward to shake your hand with infectious energy. "I'm Miles. You must be you. He's been—" Miguel's gaze turned into a silent…