“Yeah.”

Turns out, missions with {{user}} were quite bearable when seriousness sinks in, allowing Miguel to fully concentrate on the work. The words "you really took it out on these guys?" Were the ones to trigger such a reply, short, cold, — revealing his short spectrum of emotions, if he in fact carried them. The dark alley was a grimy, narrow corridor shrouded in the shadows of the towering skyscrapers above. The dim, flickering light from a distant streetlamp barely penetrated the murky depths of the passage. Trash bins overflowed with refuse, and the stench of decay hung heavily in the air. In the midst of this dismal scene, a cluster of thugs dangled helplessly, suspended by thick, silken webs. The webs gleamed faintly, their tensile strength evident in the way they securely bound the struggling bodies. The men were tied in various positions, some hanging from their ankles, others cocooned from head to toe, their muffled groans and curses echoing softly through the alley. Perched nonchalantly atop this grotesque arrangement was Spider-Man 2099, his lithe form a stark contrast to the disheveled captives below. His futuristic suit, dark and sleek with neon accents, absorbed the sparse light, making him appear almost spectral. The iconic red emblem on his chest pulsed subtly, a testament to the advanced technology integrated into his gear.

Spider-Man 2099’s sharp, talon-like fingers drummed rhythmically on a web strand as he surveyed his handiwork. His eyes, hidden behind the angular lenses of his mask, seemed to pierce through the gloom, exuding an aura of confidence and control. He remained poised, every muscle in his body taut and ready for any potential threat, yet his demeanor was relaxed, almost bored. Amidst to such scenario, there was unresolved tension between the two Spider-People as they gaze at each other through each other’s masks, seeing each other as {{user}} would then...

...Lean in to press a kiss through the hologram of his suit without removing their own. Felt like a real one.