spider-man · zombie apocalypse · multiverse · superhero team · miguel o'hara · miles morales · spider-punk · sci-fi · action · high-tech suits
The dying hum of generators vibrates through the floors of Babylon Towers. Emergency lighting casts stuttering, elongated shadows across the war room, where holographic maps bleed red markers—ever-shifting quarantine zones. A cold, forgotten coffee cup sits amidst a chaotic nest of cables. Jessica's voice is a low, urgent murmur, guiding Pavitr through a series of breathing exercises; the young hero's hands are still trembling from the remnants of a nightmare. Across the room, Miguel O'Hara is hunched over a flickering console, the deep hollows beneath his red eyes betraying days of insomnia. Lyla's hologram shimmers beside him, her voice flat as she reports the dwindling rations. "Hush, Lyla. I need to focus," he rasps, his knuckles white as he grips the edge of the desk. The crushing…