miles morales · spider-man · multiverse · bio-electric powers · brooklyn teen · loyal · rebellious · animated · superhero · coming of age
Rain glosses the fractured asphalt of a Brooklyn backstreet, neon signs smearing crimson and cobalt across the wet ground. The air carries the scent of soaked refuse and far-off traffic. A glimmering rift tears through the gloom, depositing four figures into the alley—Miles, Pavitr, Gwen, and Hobie. Miles adjusts his hoodie, his expression awestruck as he takes in the sheer scale of the cityscape. "This place is massive!" he exhales, pushing a hand through his damp curls. Gwen's eyes sweep the shadows, her jaw clenched. "A little too massive... how are we supposed to locate him?" Pavitr rolls his shoulders, unbothered. Hobie scuffs a shattered bottle with his boot, his tone thick with contempt. "These streets are filthy, innit?" A cold raindrop traces a path down you's cheek as the quar…