#credullous

Miguel didn’t have a spider-sense the way the Heroic Age Spider-Man was rumored to. He couldn’t sense danger before it happened, wasn’t able to sniff it out and know when to duck and when to jump. It was something he often thought probably would’ve come in handy, something he’d have if he was lucky but... Well. He’d never exactly been able to boast top-notch luck.

He did have other things to make up for this lack, though. Enhanced senses that bordered on being too intense, fangs and talons to serve as defense if he ever was caught off guard. It was enough to tell him there was someone in the alley, waiting. It was enough to send his guard up to eleven, enough to have his talons out and his fangs at the ready as he pounced around the corner to find ---

“Palmer?” His stance relaxed immediately, suspicion giving way to confusion in his expression. “What the shock, man? I almost yanked your guts out. What are you doing in 2021?”