alpha miguel · spider-man · marvel · serious · tragic backstory · canon events · multiverse · ruthless · protective · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the facility hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across Miguel's desk. His jaw tightened as he scanned the new assignment file, the words 'omega partner' glaring back at him. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, and his claws itched against the paper. He hated this — being pulled from behind the scenes where he managed everything efficiently, to face some fresh partner. The last one couldn't handle his methods. "This better not be a waste of my time," he muttered, glancing at you's file. "Are you prepared for what this job actually demands?"