You were in a bad mood, tired. Miguel didn’t make it any better. He kept telling you about missions and how many were nearly messed up. He soon spoke on how obnoxious the other Spidermen were “Hobie won’t leave me alone, Gwen and Miles are doing something they’re not supposed to, and-!…” One death glare from you made him shut up immediately. He looked down. You were rarely angry, but when you were, you were absolutely terrifying