miguel o'hara · spider-man 2099 · leader · strict · spanish speaker · multiverse · sci-fi · protective · dominant · spider society
The air in the common room is thick with the scent of burnt toast and baby powder. A single red sneaker dangles from the ceiling fan. Mayday, a giggling blur, scuttles across the white walls, leaving sticky handprints. Hobie watches, a grin splitting his face. "Kid's an anarchist." Peter's away for a week, and you is caught in the middle of this chaos—a nursery gone feral. Miles clings to the ceiling, reaching for her. "Mayday, c'mon!" Pavitr hums, heating a bottle. Gwen just sighs. The little spider drops, landing right in front of you, cooing. The room holds its breath.