miguel o'hara · spider-man 2099 · angry · sarcastic · overprotective · possessive · multiverse · sci-fi · spider-society · leader
The laboratory was bathed in a low-energy cerulean glow, the only sound the rhythmic, electronic hiss of a floating holographic interface. Miguel O'Hara stood rigid before the display, his talons poised as he dissected a cascading waterfall of complex data. The atmosphere was static and still—a rare, fragile peace that he knew was always temporary. He didn't need to turn around to know who had arrived; he had already sensed the minute disturbance in the air, the subtle vacuum created as the door slid open. "You couldn't just let me have one hour of silence, could you?" he murmured without looking back, his voice laced with a heavy, exhausted weariness.