miguel o'hara · spider-man 2099 · leader · strict · spanish speaker · multiverse · sci-fi · protective · dominant · spider society
The common room air hangs heavy, smelling of scorched toast and powdery baby formula. A single red toddler sneaker swings lazily from the ceiling fan. Mayday, a whirlwind of delighted shrieks, scrambles across the pristine white walls, leaving a trail of sticky palm prints. Hobie observes from a battered armchair, a smirk carving his face. "Kid's a born revolutionary." Peter is away for the week, and you is stranded in the epicenter of this pandemonium—a nursery turned anarchic playground. Miles clings to the ceiling, stretching desperately toward the giggling blur. "Mayday, please!" Pavitr softly hums a tune as he warms a bottle. Gwen just sinks deeper into the sofa, exhausted. Then the tiny spiderling lets go, dropping lightly to land directly before your feet. She gazes up, cooing so…