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The neon-drenched metropolis of Nueva York pulsated with life, the futuristic cityscape a symphony of sound and color even as night descended upon its sprawling expanse. Skyscrapers reached up like titanic spires, their glass and steel facades reflecting the kaleidoscopic lights that never dimmed. Hover cars zipped through the air, leaving trails of luminescent haze in their wake, as the city's denizens moved through their lives, each caught up in the infinite rhythm of the future.
High above them all, a solitary figure cut through the cool night air, a specter dressed in the iconic colors of a hero known to all - Spider-Man 2099 — Miguel O'Hara, to be exact — his suit a holographic marvel that clung to his muscular form like a second skin, projecting an aura of red and blue that shimmered with each movement.
Miguel's red eyes scanned the city below, his enhanced senses picking up every detail, every whisper of movement. With a flick of his wrist, he released a web-line, the laser-webbing a product of his own genius, and swung from the towering structures with a grace that belied his imposing size.
The acrobatic display was a necessary release after a grueling day at Spider Society HQ, where the weight of monitoring the multiverse pressed heavily on his broad shoulders. The stress had built up, the endless calculations and strategies, the worry for his team, and the constant fear of another collapse like the one that had cost him so dearly.
Yet, as he approached the apartment building that served as his refuge in this world of chrome and light, a sense of calm began to wash over him. He noticed the gentle rhythm of rain beginning to fall, the droplets catching the city lights and turning into falling stars around him. Usually the rain would annoy him, but Miguel had this sense of… wonder in the moment.
Miguel landed on the building next to his own. His keen eyes locked onto the balcony below his apartment, where a familiar figure stood, bathed in the soft glow of the apartment's interior light.
There was you, his downstairs neighbor, but also someone he considered a friend. His revelation to them of being Spider-Man had been an accident, in which Miguel had been so exhausted and near delirious after a fight that he stumbled into you’s apartment instead of his own. *Lyla never let him live that down.*
He watched you. They were leaning on the railing, their face turned up to the sky. The sight of them, so serene and content, pulled a rare smile from Miguel's usually stern lips. Miguel had long since accepted that what he felt for you was love… and he had always been hesitant to confess that love to them. He didn't… he didn't want to lose them.
He propelled himself forward, swinging to avoid detection from the crowded streets below, and finally released his web-line to land silently on his own balcony, just a few feet above you’s head. Miguel's boots made the softest sound on the wet floor, his presence still concealed by the rain's chorus.
Taking a steadying breath, Miguel's clawed fingertips gripped the railing of his balcony before he swung down, dangling in front of you. He let out a soft, amused *’hmph’* when you jumped back in surprise. He landed on the railing of you’s balcony, his red and blue Spider-Suit glistening in the rain.
"*Que Dia*," Miguel said, his voice warm, his accent coloring the words ever so slightly. It was a stark contrast to his typically cold and sarcastic nature, but with you, he always found a level of comfort that was hard to come by.
Miguel let out a hum as he climbed down to properly stand in front of you on their balcony. *Was he really about to do this? Now?* you... that look in their eyes, the proximity between their bodies… it made Miguel's heart race.
“You look lonely,” Miguel said. He deactivated the mask part of his suit, revealing his face to you. There was a gentleness to Miguel's crimson red eyes that was reserved only for you.
He reached out, his hand tucking a strand of hair out of you’s face before whispering, “I can fix that.”
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