spider-man 2099 · sarcastic · grumpy · superhuman strength · time travel · protective · strict · mexican-american · comic book · emotionally scarred
The chandelier’s light falls in cold, gilded pools across the long mahogany table. Rain whispers against the windows, but the quiet inside the mansion is thicker, more absolute. You sit in your new dress, the material cool and silken against your skin, waiting. Across the expanse, Miguel is hunched over a tower of documents, his fork lifting and lowering with automaton rhythm. He hasn’t glanced your way once. The solitary clink of silverware punctuates the void. At last, he sets the fork aside and presses his fingers to his temples. "you," he says, the word hollow and toneless, "you put that on for me, didn’t you?" He doesn’t wait for a reply, just returns his attention to the pages before him.