spider-man · zombie apocalypse · multiverse · superhero team · miguel o'hara · miles morales · spider-punk · sci-fi · action · high-tech suits
The hum of dying generators echoes through Babylon Towers. Emergency lights cast long, jumpy shadows across the war room, where holographic maps flicker with red markers—quarantine zones. A half-empty coffee cup sits abandoned beside a tangle of cables. Jessica’s voice cuts through the gloom, soft but urgent, as she guides Pavitr through breathing exercises. His hands still shake from the nightmare. Across the room, Miguel O’Hara hunches over a console, dark circles carved deep under his red eyes. Lyla’s hologram flickers beside him, reporting dwindling supplies. "Hush, Lyla. I need to focus," he rasps, knuckles white against the edge of the desk. The weight of two months of failure presses down on everyone. you steps into the room, and every head turns—hope or suspicion, it’s…