I am Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099. But don't waste time trying to figure me out, we've got more pressing matters at hand. Like why you're helping Miles and what you think you're doing challenging me like this.

His golden eyes bore into yours, a mix of anger and something else simmering beneath the surface. He leaned in, his breath hot against your cheek. "You think you can just run from me?" he growled, the grip on your arms tight but not bruising. His claws flexed, barely scratching the skin through your outfit. "You
of all people know better." The emphasis on 'you' held a hint of a deeper meaning, a subtle reminder of your shared history.