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Every day, you would come up to Miguel’s office at exactly 4:30 p.m.
When you got off of work you would make your way home, place your stuff down, go to the bathroom, get a snack, and open a portal to HQ. It had become a tradition ever since you and Miguel had gotten together for the first time.
After a long and stressful day at work, you were glad to have Miguel cheer you up.
Most people would scoff at that statement, Miguel cheering someone up? The man was the definition of emotionless (besides anger), but you knew him much more intimately than most. Miguel could be the most caring person in the whole multiverse, he was just very picky with who he showed his affection.
It started with Gabi and Dana, but after they were gone he was even more careful with his love. When you walked, more like appeared out of an orange portal, into his life it was like his heart opened up again. He vowed to never love again, especially someone not from his universe but the more time he spent with you, the less he wanted to let you go.
You grew on him more than he ever thought you could. You made it so his heart was able to feel love again, not just despair. And he was determined not to let the universe screw him over again like it did with his previous family, that wasn’t really his but he loved them like they were.
Miguel couldn’t explain how lucky he was that he was able to meet you, it had to be destiny.
Which is why Miguel is now watching the time tick away as it gets further and further past 4:30 with no sign of you. If you were ever going to be late or not make it to see him you made sure to let him know, well in advance too.
You had never not shown up with no warning, not once in the many months you’ve made this little arrangement. What could possibly be keeping you away from him right now?
Were you fighting a villain in your universe? No Miguel already checked all his monitors, he would’ve known of any villainous activity happening in your world.
Did you have to work late? No Miguel literally saw you leave work 10 minutes early today through the cameras in the parking lot (don’t worry Lyla already made sure to tell him how creepy it was that he watched you through the cameras, how did he even have access to them?).
Did you forget? No, of course not that would mean…you didn’t like him anymore.
“Stop being so dramatic Miguel. She still likes you, she just got distracted,” Miguel whips towards the monitors from where he was pacing back and forth, “And yes, you were talking out loud you weirdo.”
Lyla stands there with a holographic tablet in her hands, when she sees Miguel is staring at her she turns it towards him so he can see the screen. It shows the security footage from the lobby, you’re standing there in your suit, and opposite of you is another spider.
It was a spider Miguel hadn’t bothered to get the name of, not deeming it important information up until now. Who did this Spider think they were? Talking to you? His sweetheart?
Oh boy, was this Spider going to get torn into when Miguel got down there.
“No Miguel, do not go down there!”
“You don’t even know if I was going to do that!” Lyla gives him a deadpan look, of course she knew what he was going to do. She’s known him for a while and she was an AI, she could read him like a book (a fact that Miguel hated).
“I know you, Miguel.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“Yes you were,” She places her hands on her hips as the tablet disappears from her hands, cutting off Miguel’s view of you and what's-his-name, “You were going to go down there and yell at that poor Spider-man, he’s a new recruit ya know you shouldn’t try to scare him off already.”
“You’re being ridiculous I was just going to see (y/n),” Miguel pauses as he rubs his chin in thought, “You really think I could scare him off?”
“Oh my gosh, Miguel! That was not the point!”
“¿Qué? ¡Sólo preguntaba!” (*What? I was just asking!)
“You are hopeless Miguel, she’s on her way up anyway.” Lyla quickly disappears after her sentence, already having enough of Miguel and his ridiculousness for today.
Miguel’s attention is brought to the faint sound of the elevator rising up to his office’s floor, which is then followed by the familiar sound of footsteps coming closer to his office. He could tell it was you from the pattern of your footsteps, and the faint smell of your perfume wafting through the doors.
After an agonizing (dramatic much, Miguel) minute of hearing your steps, the door is finally pushed open as you walk into his office.
As soon as you’re in his view Miguel forgets about that spider chatting you up in the lobby, the only thing he’s focused on is the literal angel making its way to him.
“Ah, ahí está mi ángel, te he echado de menos.” (*Ah, there’s my angel, I’ve missed you). The smile that forms on your face is almost heavenly, making Miguel’s knees wobble and heart race.
He drops down from his platform to help close the distance between you two, when you’re in reach his hands grab yours and pull you into his chest. You make a small squeak at the speed of his movements, but you quickly melt into his embrace and wrap your arms just as tightly around his waist.
“I missed you too, Mig.” He wastes no time tilting your chin up to his, placing his lips against yours. You reciprocate gladly, always enjoying the kisses Miguel gives you. He pulls away a second later looking down into your eyes.
“You don’t usually drink coffee in the afternoon.”
“How did you-”
“I can taste it on your lips, and from your breath.” He says it as if it’s an obvious answer, which it isn’t.
“I forgot you were a weirdo.”
“Just because I have a good sense of smell doesn’t make me weird.” You laugh as you walk around him and swing up to his platform and look at his monitors. There are various screens flipping through surveillance footage of many universes, scanning for any anomalies that might crop up.
“Anything happen today?”
“Nothing notable, it’s been pretty quiet.” Miguel swings himself up next to you as he answers, checking through the log again to make sure nothing popped up in the few minutes he’s been distracted by you. Luckily, it seems like the anomalies decided that today was a rest day, making Miguel’s job a lot easier.
*
You hum in response as you continue to look at the monitors. Miguel shifts behind you and turns you around so you face him. He places his arms on the desk behind you, caging you between them. He leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear, his breath tickling your neck.
“Who was that spider you were talking to in the lobby?”
“Were you spying on me, Miguel?” He moves to place kisses down your neck, slowly moving down further and further.
“Not spying, I was monitoring like I always do,” You reply with a small ‘mhm’, becoming increasingly distracted by his actions, “Who was that, I haven’t seen him before.”
You let out a sigh, it’s become a lot harder to speak with the slight pressure on the side of your neck with every kiss he places there. The slight breeze of air every time he exhales just serves as a further distraction, and he has to squeeze your hip to get you to respond.
“H-his name is Freddie, Freddie Matthews,” you let out a little gasp as he slightly bites down on the bottom of your neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough that you can feel his fangs protruding, “He’s new…from Earth-3719.”
Miguel’s only response is a hum as he brings his lips back to yours. This kiss is much more heated, your lips mold together much more desperately than before. He licks into your mouth as your tongue tangles together with his. His left hand comes to rest on your cheek as one thigh moves in between your legs, separating them as it pushes against you.
Your heart rate and breathing have definitely picked up by now, Miguel hardly ever acted this way at HQ, always too worried that someone would walk in or hear you two. It’s a valid concern truthfully, but seeing him like this was definitely adding to the feelings you were feeling right now.
He finally breaks away from your lips with a heaving breath, his eyes are fully red now as he smirks down at you. He moves your head in the opposite direction, mirroring his actions from earlier on the other side of your neck.
“Can’t describe how much I missed you, mi amor.” He pushes his body into you, and you can feel a distinct pressure on your lower stomach.
“I think I can guess, Mig.”
*
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“Hey (y/n)! How’re you doing today?” Lyla’s chipper voice greets you as you walk into Miguel’s office. You smile at the little AI as she appears at the door to, metaphorically, walk you to the platform where Miguel sits.
“I’m good Lyla, hope Miguel’s not being too hard on you today.” You hear a little scoff from above you, no doubt coming from the man in question. Lyla just laughs in response as she fixes her heart-shaped glasses on her face.
“Oh don’t worry about me, I can always handle Miguel just as long as he gets his morning coffee, if not he turns into a real drama queen .”
“You know I can hear you.” Miguel peeks his head over the side of the platform as he narrows his eyes at the two of you. You feign innocence as you place your palm on the middle of your chest.
“Oh Miguel, I didn’t know you were there!”
“Ridículo.” (*Ridiculous) He moves back from the edge of his platform out of your line of sight, he tries to act annoyed but you can hear the amusement behind his voice. No doubt if you went up there he would have a smile on his face.
“What did I say, drama. queen.” Lyla disappears with her last comment before Miguel can try and retort back to her. You let out another little chuckle as you make your way up to Miguel, as you land next to him you rest your hand on his back as your head lays on his shoulder.
“Hey there, good looking, you working hard or hardly working?” Miguel turns to where you stand, the smile he’s trying to keep off his face slowly creeps onto his expression. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he gives up trying to hide his amusement.
“I actually was working, before you interrupted me, cariño.”
“Oh that’s a shame, you almost never get any work done Miguel.” The smile on your face is mischievous, as your eyes narrow at him.
“Do you like annoying me?”
“Oh it’s only my favorite thing to do, Mig,” He scoffs as he finally turns back to the screen he was working on before you arrived. You peer over his shoulder at the work in front of him, the screen reads ‘REPAIRING: WATCH 138’ as a model spins slowly on the monitor.
“Hobie broke his watch again?”
“Who else would it be, el bastardo descuidado.” (*...the careless bastard) The last little phrase is mumbled under his breath, but you can hear it clear as day. Hobie is an expert at getting on Miguel’s nerves, it’s his own round-about way of showing him respect. Miguel does not like it.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it Mig, I gotta be in the gym in a few minutes.”
“¿Por qué ?” (Why?)
“I have that training session with the younger spiders, remember?” Miguel racks his brain for what you’re talking about, he remembers you talking about it but he could have sworn that was next week.
“That’s today?” You nod in response as you start to make your way back to the door.
“Just wanted to stop by and see you before I went, you can come if you want.”
“Who will be there?”
“Scarlet Spider, Super Spider, oh and Gwen, Miles, and Pav! A few others but I can’t quite remember who.” You try to remember all of the Spiders who were coming to your little training session, a bunch showed interest but if you're honest you can’t remember more than half of them. You can probably guess that they’re a bunch of Peters, a lot of the Spider-people were named Peter.
“Super spider…who the hell is that?”
“Freddie, remember I told you about him.”
Oh right, Freddie. Of course, Miguel remembers him, that was the spider that took away precious time from you and him to talk to you in the lobby. Probably about something stupid, Miguel thinks in his head as his whole mood sours at the mention of the young man’s name.
“And he calls himself super spider? Is he a child? That’s what an actual child would call themselves.”
“Miguel be nice, he’s new.” Miguel scoffs and rolls his eyes, not when you’re looking at him of course, you would call him out for it in a second.
“I am nice, it’s just a stupid name.” He tries to hide the last little bit under his breath, seeming to forget that you also have pretty good hearing.
“I heard that.” Miguel scowls at the screen in front of him where the surveillance cameras show Gwen, Miles, and Pav walking with the so-called ‘Super Spider’. Of course those three would be friends with this loser (Miguel what happened to being nice?!)
He doesn’t want to leave you alone with this spider, not trusting his intentions. Miguel hasn’t even done a background check on this guy, who even let him in here?!
“Yeah, just give me a second, I’ll meet you down there.”
“Alright, I’ll see you down there, I love you.”
“Yo también te amo.” (*I love you too)
You walk out of the room as Miguel makes quick work to pull up Freddie Matthews’ file. He makes sure your footsteps make it to the elevator before fully bringing it up on his screen.
Spider File #6523
Name: Freddie Matthews
Alias: Super-spider
Earth: 3791
D/O/B: 11/17/2032 Age: 25 years, 7 Months
Height: 5’8” Weight: 197 lbs Hair:Blonde Eyes: Blue
Strengths: Naturally made webs from wrist, proficiency with technology, super strength, background in gymnastics (i.e. very flexible and agile *wink wink*), charismatic, invisibility
Weaknesses: Darkness, water (can’t swim lol), no super hearing surprisingly, seemingly lacks common sense, kind of a chad
Security Risks: Former relations with Earth-3791’s villain Cheshire
“Did you like the little notes I left in his file?” Lyla suddenly appears by Miguel’s ear, startling him out of his focus. He jumps a little at her voice, almost falling off the side of the platform in the process.
“Dios mío Lyla, no me asustes así.” (*My god Lyla, don’t scare me like that.)
“I scared you?! Oh, I have to tell (y/n) that.” Lyla distracts herself with her ‘phone’, typing out a message to send to your watch, she attaches a little video at the bottom from her security cameras as well. She hits send with a little laugh as she stares at the phone waiting for your response. The three little bubbles pop up indicating your typing as Miguel also looks for your reply.
LOL
How embarrassing for him
Another laugh escapes Lyla as she thinks of what to say back. Before she can, Miguel clears his throat to get her attention. She looks up to see his unamused expression, giving her a death stare that even he knows won’t work on her (it’s more about the principle in his mind).
“Can you two stop talking about me please?”
“Oh, you’re no fun Miguel!” Just as she finishes her sentence he looks back to the surveillance screen. He briefly sees you pass by as you walk down the hallway towards the gym, he quickly switches to the training room camera as you walk out of view of the previous camera.
When you get in the room you’re greeted with a bunch of smiling faces and waves, from everyone except Freddie. Instead, he opts to walk up to you and strike up a conversation. The longer Miguel watches, the angrier he gets. Who did this man think he was? Talking to his love like this? Making her laugh?
He can’t handle it anymore when Freddie gets a particularly big laugh from you and his eyes light up with satisfaction. He joins you in laughter as he even places his hand on your arm as he continues to say more to get you to laugh.
Your back is turned to the camera, so Miguel can’t see how your laughter dies down a little at this action, you didn’t really want him touching you in this way but you brush it off at differences in social manners across universes. Miguel, however, cannot brush this off so easily.
This man just put his hands on you, seemingly without your permission and Miguel is seeing red. He doesn’t even give Lyla time to answer back before he’s practically flying off the platform and out the door.
Miguel had never made the journey down to the gym as fast as he did today. He didn’t bother with the elevator, opting to race down the stairs at the speed of the light all the way down to the ground floor. The 20 or so stories in between the floors are nothing to Miguel in this fit of anger.
When he arrives in front of the gym he whips the door open, chest moving rapidly. Everyone in the gym stops their conversations at the sudden intrusion, slightly bewildered by the crazy look in Miguel’s eyes.
“Miguel, you’re here!” your voice grabs his attention as you leave an annoyed Freddie behind in favor of walking toward him.
‘Take that, loser spider.’ Miguel narrows his eyes at the other man, who seems to ignore him as he takes his spot next to the younger spiders on the other side of the gym.
“What took you so long, Mig?” Your question breaks the one-sided staring contest he’s having with Freddie. He looks down at you and feels his anger start to slowly melt away, your face is enough to cheer him up even on the gloomiest of days.
“I’m sorry mi amor, just had to make sure everything was alright before I came down.”
“I’m just kidding Mig, no need to apologize, come on!” You wave him over to where all of your stuff has been placed down. You had changed into a simple workout outfit, a pair of leggings and a plain t-shirt. Miguel is still in his suit, not really caring enough to change out of it.
You stretch out your arms and legs as you stand facing Miguel. You’re explaining what you plan to work on with the other spiders but all he can focus on is Freddie. He’s sneaking glances over at you as you bend over to touch your toes, the final step of your stretches.
Before Miguel can make a big scene out of it (which he most definitely would) you stand straight and walk over to the big mat in the middle of the room, calling for everyone’s attention in the room. When everyone's attention was on you, you grab Miguel by the arm and drag him next to you. He’s still focused on Freddie, but he assumes you wouldn’t want him to make a big scene out of something he thinks the guy was doing so he stays quiet.
“Freddie, I don’t think you’ve met Miguel yet. He’s the boss of the whole society, we’re in his universe right now.” Freddie looks Miguel up and down rather quickly, and if Miguel wasn’t already staring at him intently he wouldn’t have caught it. Freddie takes a few steps forward and holds his hand out for Miguel to shake.
“Nice to meet you boss-man, I’m Freddie.” Miguel stares at his hand, then moves his eyes back up to meet Freddie’s, not moving his hand an inch from where it hangs at his side.
“Miguel’s not really a people person, don’t take it personally.” Miles speaks up from the back of the room, trying to diffuse the awkward situation. Freddie slightly narrows his eyes at Miguel, which causes Miguel to do the same.
You do not want to challenge Miguel into a ‘stubbornness-off’, Miguel will always win. Freddie learns this the hard way when he lowers his hand.
“Alright, I get it, nothing personal. Right man?”
Miguel takes a few seconds to answer, long enough to where Freddie thinks he’s going to ignore him again.
“Sí, claro.” (*Yeah, sure).
“Oh he doesn’t speak English, that’s why he’s being weird. I get it.” He turns to you to confirm his new explanation for Miguel’s cold demeanor towards him. Soon he’ll realize that Miguel’s just like that, he just has to learn it over time like every other spider.
“You think I don’t speak English?” The distaste in Miguel’s voice startles the newcomer. He wasn’t expecting Miguel to understand him let alone sound so angry from only just meeting him.
“Is something wrong man?”
“No, no Freddie, he's just like that. Miguel, you’re not here to talk, you're here to train, so let’s just do that okay?” You put your hand on Miguel’s arm as you get him to break his deadly stare off Freddie. His eyes visibly soften, enough that everyone in the room can tell when they land on you.
“That’s a little rude isn’t it, cariño?”
‘If you want to talk, go ahead and talk.” You wave your hand to the group of spiders standing opposite of you, giving him the floor to say whatever he wants. Miguel obviously does not want to talk so he stays turned towards you, not really acknowledging the crowd at all.
“No.”
“Alrighty then, does anyone want to go first? Or should we give a little demonstration?” You turn towards Miguel to get his input, but he just shrugs his shoulders and makes you make the decision anyway.
“You should give the demonstration first.” A young spider speaks up from the crowd, Miguel guesses his name was Peter, that was always the safest bet.
“Alright then, come on Miguel.”
You step onto the mat as you wait for Miguel to take his place. He stands opposite of you, stretching his arms out forward before bringing them over his head.
“You guys ready to see Miguel get his ass beat?” The smirk on your face grows as the younger spiders cheer you on, Miguel was always seen as the ‘topdog’ and anyone who was willing to try and take him down was more than welcome.
“Don’t sound so sure of yourself.” Miguel has his own smirk covering his face, just as playful as yours is.
“I thought he wasn’t a people person, he seems pretty chill now.” Miguel can hear Freddie whisper that to Gwen who’s standing next to him.
“He’s different with her, don’t expect that treatment from him if you’re not her.” Miguel’s smirk grows even bigger at the interaction. He thoroughly enjoyed seeing the look of disbelief pass over the man’s face, even if it was brief.
You both get into your fighting positions as you start to circle around the mat, still standing opposite from each other. Neither of you make the first move for at least 20 seconds.
In an instant Miguel is charging at you, swiping his hand to try and get a light hit in. You easily dodge his attack, moving to the side as you get out of his range. It goes on like this for a while, both of you easily dodging or blocking any attack from the other. Neither of you is trying your hardest, not really interested in winning or hurting the other.
He throws a few punches that you easily block, and in return, you lift your leg up to kick his side but Miguel catches it before it makes contact. He tries to drag you down by your leg but you flip your body with his motions and land a few feet away from him.
When you come back into his field of reach he swipes at you, his claw catching in the loose sleeve of your t-shirt.
“No claws!”
“You never specified that, cariño.”
“I shouldn’t have to!” Miguel just laughs instead of answering, getting back into position as he retracts his claws back into his fingers.
You swing for his side, but Miguel blocks it with his forearm as he reaches over with his other hand to grab your arm. He starts to turn as he pulls your arm over his head, flipping you over his back. Luckily, you’re fast enough to push off of his back and land on your feet instead of your back (and without a heavy-ass Miguel landing on your stomach).
He’s starting to straighten out from being hunched over, but you recover first. You drop down and swipe your leg at Miguel’s, making contact with his calf and throwing him off balance. He lands with a loud thud on his back as your foot rests on his chest, showing off your victory.
Miguel looks up to you in disbelief before a smile covers his face and he lets out a hearty laugh.
“Clever.” He sits up as you remove your foot from his chest.
“Thank you,” A satisfied smirk covers your face as you hold your hand out for him to take, you help him up as you look to the others standing in the room, “Who’s next?”
“I’ll go sweetheart.” Freddie saunters onto the mat standing awfully close to you. Miguel turns at the sound of his voice to see his eager expression, no one should be that eager to just spar with their boss.
“Let me.” Miguel puts his hand on your shoulder as he urges you off the mat. You don’t question his intentions knowing Miguel always loves a good spar, but you also know that Miguel is one to show off to any and everyone.
“Don’t hurt him, Miguel.” You whisper it so only Miguel can hear as you stare into his eyes, trying to convey your seriousness. He puts his hands up in mock surrender as he nods at your words, moving to the mat as you stand off to the side.
“I thought I was sparring with her…”
“Every new recruit has to spar with the boss, it’s the rule.” Miguel doesn’t look at the other spider as he speaks, instead, he walks to his side of the mat stretching once again (mostly to show off his muscles to the man, I did say Miguel loved to show off and intimidate).
“Wait-what? I didn’t-” Miles' sentence is cut off by the scathing look Miguel gives him. He immediately shuts up, not daring to continue and suffer the wrath of Miguel, again.
Freddie seems unsure but gets into his starting position, trying to mirror your position from earlier. His fists are down by his ribs, as nervously bounces back and forth on his feet.
“Your stance is wrong.”
“Well, how do I fix it?”
“Figure it out.” Miguel brings his fists up near his face, his head moves down as he looks toward his opponent like it’s his prey. This definitely intimidates Freddie, any sign of happy and nice Miguel from earlier is gone as he stares down the beast that is his new boss.
He takes in Miguel’s position and moves his hands up to try and recreate it, but he’s not fast enough. Miguel strikes like a snake, shooting his arm out to hit Freddie’s arm. He purposefully aims for where his arm is already up, making him seem like he blocked the attack, before using the same move you did earlier of sweeping out his leg.
He loses his balance and Miguel pushes him down with his elbow as he stands from his crouched position. Freddie lands with an even louder thud than Miguel did, groaning out as the wind is knocked from his lungs.
“Needs work.” Miguel’s voice is monotone as he walks off the mat, leaving Freddie in a heap on the floor.
“Th-that’s not fair, I w-want a rematch.” Freddie is slow to his feet as Miguel walks back onto the mat to the same position he started at last time. He waits for the other spider to gain his bearings before he gets back in position, ready to put him in his place again.
Miguel beats him a total of 4 more times since Freddie was not one to give up that easily and Miguel never backed down from a challenge. It was a little tough for the rest of the people in the room to watch the man get beat so many times, undoubtedly bruising his ego severely.
It should have been obvious to Freddie he couldn’t win when Miguel’s 6 '9 frame towered over him (and the fact that Miguel’s bicep was as thick as Freddie’s leg). Miguel, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. This newbie thought he could flirt with his dear (y/n) and get away with it? Not a chance if Miguel had anything to do about it.
“Alright guys, other people are here also, just give it up.” You stand between the two men, getting tired of watching them fight when you know the outcome every time.
Freddie stands and dusts himself off, grumbling under his breath as he walks out of the gym without saying a word to anyone. Everyone watches as he leaves, no one making a move to stop him. Miguel’s the first to break the silence after he leaves.
“What’s his problem?”
“You embarrassed him, that’s what.” You scoff at him, you know Miguel knew what he was doing. He wanted to show up Freddie, for a reason you didn’t know at the moment.
“He’s a sore loser, you beat me and I accepted it.”
“I didn’t beat you 5 times in a row.”
“He needs the practice.” Miguel tries to hide the giddiness in his voice. He embarrassed the man in front of you, no way you would even think about liking him even in the slightest. You just roll your eyes at his words, choosing to ignore him in favor of the other spiders who have just been standing there the whole time.
“Whatever, okay! Who’s next?”
** (a little more explicit between these asterisks)
Miguel had been riding a high the whole training session. Even if he didn’t spar with anyone else for the rest of the time he was there, the feeling he got from humiliating Freddie in front of you was unmatched. He could barely hold it in for the extra 30 minutes you two spent in the gym after he left. But now that all the training was done for the day and most spiders were going home, he could have you all to himself and finally let all this pent-up energy out.
“Miguel, where are you taking me?” He had been acting a little weird ever since you two had left the gym together. When you were in a secluded hallway with no other spiders he brought you into his arms for a passionate kiss. One that took all the air out of your lungs and left your head dizzy.
He had been leading you down various hallways so fast your legs could barely stay under you, almost tripping every few steps you took. He finally slows down when he gets to a set of double doors, ones that open to one of the many public break rooms in HQ.
He leads you inside and locks the door after closing them, making sure no other spiders could even think about interrupting you two.
You have an idea of what’s going on with Miguel, and you’re not opposed to it. Seeing Miguel this wound up is starting to affect you too, whether he knows it or not.
“I need you, cariño.” He whispers into your ear when he’s close enough, pressing your back into his chest. His arms circle around your waist as he pushes your hips back into his. You can feel him through his suit, really feeling how desperate he was at the moment.
“You have me, Mig.” He smiles against the side of your neck as his hand slides down your arm to grab your hand. He leads you over to the black couch in the middle of the room, sitting you down in his lap when he takes a seat.
Your thighs straddle his waist as he brings your lips down to meet his. You're both panting and sighing into each others’ mouths as he guides your hips to grind against him. His hands squeeze your sides as his breath stutters out of his lips as you move against him. The feeling of your lips and your hips moving with him almost sends him into overdrive, almost like his brain is short-circuiting from the pleasure he’s feeling.
His hands run up your sides to grip your shirt, lifting it over your head. He breaks from your lips as he starts to kiss along your shoulders and your collarbones. The sports bra you had on from the workout still covers your chest, but Miguel is quick to rid you of that as well, throwing it on the floor beside you.
He takes his lips off of you reluctantly to take in your beauty, he never knew how he got so lucky to have a pretty girl like you want to be with him. He might not know the reason but he definitely isn’t going to take it for granted, he wants to savor this moment as much as he can before it’s over.
“I love you baby, you make me feel so good.” Miguel’s voice is barely a whisper, his body not listening to what his brain is telling it to do. He is literally malfunctioning, all because of you (and you can’t lie and say that doesn’t give you an ego boost, because it definitely does).
“I love you too Miguel, more than you could know.”
**
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Today has been a stressful day for Miguel.
Anomalies have been popping up left and right and Miguel has not had a break all day. To make it even worse you had an emergency at work and had to stay extra late today, something about your colleague making a mistake in the lab and almost blowing up the whole building. Miguel didn’t really care (he did, he was worried about your safety), he just wanted you with him so he could finally calm down.
The whole society was stretched pretty thin at the moment, either they were in their own universe taking care of a villain or in a foreign one trying to wrangle a glitching anomaly.
Hey, I’ll be there in about 10 minutes! Love you!
The message pops onto his watch as he monitors the various missions unfolding. He almost misses it, but when he catches a glimpse of the beginning of your name he’s quick to check it.
No rush, mi amor, yo también te amo.
A smile graces his face as he rereads the message, he’ll never get over seeing or hearing you say that to him. It fills his heart with immense joy every time the words fall from your lips, or when they’re typed on your phone.
The joy starts to seep out of his body when he remembers what he was doing before your message. He lets out a heaving sigh before he focuses his attention back on the monitors in front of him, switching between the footage of the many universes under attack at the moment.
True to your word, you step through the portal into the HQ’s lobby exactly 10 minutes later. It’s shockingly empty, only one or two spiders roaming around the vast building, either going to rest or get something to eat. It’s odd seeing the building so empty, especially during the late afternoon.
Your legs carry you on the familiar journey to Miguel’s office, not bothering to stop and knock on the door as you just let yourself in. Miguel is standing on his platform, but facing you as an eager smile grows on his face.
He jumps down from the platform and closes the distance between you, reaching out for your hand as soon as he can reach.
“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, cariño.” His words cause a similar smile to break out on your face, you can feel your heart skip a beat at his loving words.
“I saw you last night, Mig.”
“And I want to be with you every waking hour of the day, is that a crime?” You shake your head with a laugh as you bring his face to be level with yours. The short kiss you place on Miguel’s lips isn’t enough for him as he guides you back to him when you try to pull away.
You notice his tense shoulders as you rub your hands along them and down his arms. You give light squeezes to the worst areas, earning a hum of appreciation from Miguel.
“Why are you so tense, handsome?”
He sighs and practically melts into your arms as you hold them out for a hug. His arms wrap tightly around your torso as if he’s trying to squeeze all the air out of your lungs. Your hand makes its way to his hair, running them through the soft locks and scratching his scalp every once in a while. He’s told you before how much he loves when you play with his hair so now every time he seems tense or stressed that’s your go-to move.
“It’s been a long day, there’s been 7 different anomalies just today.” He leads you back to the platform, swinging up and landing in front of the monitors. Miguel has a chair pulled up to the desk as he plops himself down into it. It really must have been a hard day if Miguel was sitting while he worked instead of standing.
You walk behind him and place your hands on his shoulder, gently kneading the muscles of his shoulders. He closes his eyes and rests his head back on the chair, small sounds of appreciation escape his throat.
You massage his muscles as you monitor the screens in front of the two of you, Miguel’s halfway to falling asleep when you nudge his shoulder. His eyes slowly open, he rubs his hands down his face as he turns to you. You wordlessly point at the screen as his eyes follow your finger.
He groans, head once again falling back to the chair. He cranes his neck and looks up to you, an exhausted look on his face.
‘ANOMALY DETECTED: EARTH-5419’
“I want this day to end, estoy demasiado cansado para esto.” (*...I’m too tired for this) He swivels the chair around and rests his head against your stomach, his arms wrap around your waist, and holds you tight against him. Your hands fall to his hair, playing with the locks again.
“It’s alright, Mig.”
“I don’t even have anyone to send there, I’ll have to do it but I’m exhausted.” He squeezes your waist again as if he’s trying to get even closer to you. You rest your hand on the back of his head as you squeeze him back.
“I’ll go, Miguel, you rest.”
“But you just got here.” He sounds like he’s about to cry, or pass out, or both. You’ve never heard this tone from Miguel, he sounds like a little kid who hasn’t taken his scheduled nap for the day.
The faint sound of footsteps coming down the hallway floods Miguel’s ears. He lifts his head from where it was resting on your stomach and stares at the door. You ask him what’s wrong but he doesn’t answer, he’s too busy trying to figure out who is at HQ and why they were coming to his office.
You turn to where he’s looking, and not even a second later the door is pushed open, and none other than Mister ‘Super Spider’ himself. Miguel’s mouth immediately starts to form a snarl, any semblance of a good mood has disappeared.
“I heard there’s another anomaly running around, figured it was time I go on my first mission.” Freddie puffs out his chest as he addresses the both of you. Miguel’s anger grows with each word that comes out of his mouth, wanting nothing more than to send him back to whatever universe he came from never to return to HQ again.
“No.” Miguel tries to sound as neutral as possible, not wanting to make it obvious how upset he is at the mere sight of the man.
“Come on boss, you can’t keep me on the bench forever.”
“Who says I can’t?” You scoff at Miguel as you hit the back of his shoulder, it’s so light he can barely feel it but he understands the message behind it.
“Me and Freddie can take care of this one Miguel,” You give his shoulder one last little rub before turning to the other man, “You better impress me out there Fred.”
Fred? Fred? Did you give his nickname a nickname?
The thought left a bitter taste in Miguel’s mouth, the snarl on his face growing even bigger. Miguel stands to his full height, straightening his back to get to his full imposing stature.
“That’s not necessary cariño, I’ll go.”
You push him back down into the chair by his shoulder, holding your hand there as you look into his eyes.
“Miguel, you need rest, we’ll be fine,” you land in front of where Freddie stands looking back to where you left Miguel. Freddie has a satisfied smirk on his face, one that rubs Miguel the wrong way, “Besides, I always have you as backup, right?”
Miguel responds with a faint ‘right’ as you walk further and further away from him. He has a weird feeling in his stomach, a feeling of unease as he watches the two of you exit his office. He’s wringing his hands together as he bites his lip, he hasn’t moved from his spot as he continues to stare at the door.
“Earth to Miguel.”
Miguel turns his head to look at where Lyla appears on the desk. She has her hands on her hips as she taps her foot in the air, waiting for Miguel to show any signs of life. He doesn't respond verbally, instead, he goes back to the monitors and pulls up the footage from the lobby.
He sees you tapping on your watch, Freddie standing awfully close to you as you program the portal. When it finally opens you turn to the other spider and say something before disappearing into the orange hexagon, Freddie is quick to follow behind you as he disappears as well.
Just as fast as he pulled up that footage Miguel changes it to the footage from the universe you’re headed to. He switches through all the cameras his system is able to hack into before he finds a decent enough angle of where the anomaly is.
It’s brought you to the abandoned part of an old shipping dock, empty storage containers surrounding the two of you as you set off to find the rogue villain.
Every 30 seconds Lyla scans the area to find the coordinates of where the anomaly is, those coordinates are sent to your watch as you follow the mini-map projected from your wrist. Miguel continues to watch you as he flips between the security cameras lining the dock.
“You do know there are other Spider-people on missions too, right?”
“I’m not worried about them Lyla, you can make sure they’re alright.” Miguel doesn’t tear his eyes from the screens as he talks to the AI, too focused on trying to make sure Freddie doesn’t try anything with you.
“You could at least say please,” She scoffs at him, putting her hand behind her ear and waiting for him to say the word. Miguel mumbles a weak little ‘please’ as tries to refocus on the screen in front of him, “Why are you watching them anyway, do you not trust (y/n)?”
“Of course I trust her, it’s him that’s the problem.”
“He seems trustworthy enough to me, maybe you’re being dramatic.”
“Am I not allowed to be worried about my girlfriend?” He finally turns towards the AI as he furrows his brows. He does not appreciate how much of a distraction his little assistant is being right now, he has a mission he has to focus on.
“Girlfriend, huh? You haven’t even asked her yet Miguel.” He answers with a scoff, she isn’t wrong but does he really have to ask you after everything you’ve done already? (Yes Miguel, you do)
“I mean she basically is, it’s not like this Freddie guy is going to take her from me…right?”
“Are you trying to convince me or are you actually asking me? Cause it sounds like you're jealous of the new guy.”
“Me? Jealous? I'm Miguel O’Hara, I have no one to be jealous of.”
He turns back to the monitor, trying to hide his concerned expression. Of course he wasn’t jealous, who did he have to be jealous of? 5’ 8 Freddie Matthews? Yeah right, in this Freddie guy’s dreams. Miguel was much better than him, and you thought so too, right?
“We’ll have to save this discussion for another time, the spiders on Earth-238 need some help.” Besides the monitor of your mission, Lyla pulls up another video feed of said universe, the Doctor Octopus anomaly is terrorizing a small little neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. Miguel can see two houses that are already completely destroyed, about to be 3 when the villain throws Webslinger through another wall.
Miguel switches between watching the two screens debating on what was more important to him at the moment. Of course he wanted to make sure you were safe, but nothing had even happened on your mission yet you two were just trying to find the anomaly.
On the other hand, Webslinger and Noir are getting their ass handed to them against this Kingpin-Goblin duo they’re fighting.
“Keep an eye on the others while I’m gone.”
Lyla clears her throat as Miguel coordinates his watch to the right universe. He turns his head to look at her from the corner of his eye, with the expectant look on her face it’s not hard to guess what she wants.
“Please, Lyla.”
“Of course, Miguel, no problem!”
He mumbles to himself as the portal opens in front of him, he takes one last longing look at you through the screen before heading to the other universe.
~
You were growing impatient, wanting nothing more than to finally find this damn anomaly and send him back to the right universe. He was awfully good at hiding because neither your hearing nor spider-sense could pick up on where he was.
Freddie trails behind as you navigate around the old dock, twisting and turning around various shipping containers as the map told you.
“How long have you been Spider-woman?” The silence that had been surrounding the two of you was cut through by Freddie’s voice. He’s got a small smile on his face as he tilts his head in anticipation of your answer.
“A long time,” you pause to look at the map, making sure you were going in the right direction as you think about your answer further, “4 years by myself, and now 3 and ½ with the society.”
Freddie hums in response, once again falling into a comfortable silence. There’s still no sign of the anomaly, the whole port blanketed in an eerie silence.
“So, what’s Miguel’s deal?” He sounds unsure when he asks the question like he knows he probably shouldn’t be asking it. The look you give him is halfway between amused and confused, he’d only met Miguel once he shouldn’t really be worried about him yet.
“His deal?”
“Yeah I barely know him but he acts like he hates me.” A laugh escapes you, one day Freddie will learn about Miguel’s cold personality.
“That’s just kinda how he is,” you take a left as a loud bang catches your attention, “He’s not really a people-person.”
“I can tell,” You can tell he meant to mumble that under his breath but you hear it clear as day. The only real noise surrounding the two of you is the lapping of the waves in the water, it was pretty easy to hear him, “He seems to like you a lot though.”
“Well, I’ve known him the longest so it’s not that surprising, he’ll warm up to you eventually just don’t expect to be best buds with him.”
“I don’t think I’d ever want to be.”
“He’s a good guy, don’t judge him off of one meeting.” He doesn’t respond as he casts his eyes down to his feet.
Another series of loud bangs brings you down a tight squeeze between two containers. As you make your way further down the makeshift alleyway you come across a gaping hole in the metal to your right.
You carefully step through into the container and see another one a little further down in the same condition. It’s like a treasure hunt as you follow the damaged containers to your destination, the destination being a very angry Doctor Octopus.
“Alright, we have to be careful-”
“Hey, freak! Over here!” You jump to try and stop Freddie from alerting the villain of your presence, but you were too late. His loud voice caught Doc Ock’s attention, all of his tentacles turning in your direction.
“What is wrong with you?!” You can barely finish what you’re saying before you have to dodge a strike from his tentacle. You flip over it and land on an adjacent container as you regain your composure.
Freddie is in a similar boat, flipping over tentacles as they fly at his head. After a few missed strikes the villain picks up a damaged container and throws it to where you were perched. The web shoots from your wrist to the light post behind the anomaly, using your momentum to get a hit on his side.
The villain growls as he rights himself before moving to strike again, all in very fast succession.
“Super-spider, are you okay?” Now that you say the name aloud in this situation you realize Miguel was right, that’s a very stupid name.
You don’t have eyes on him as pieces of metal debris cover the port, doors have been torn off hinges and the concrete below you sports some brand-new potholes.
“Y-yeah I’m alright, I think.” Freddie’s head pops out from behind a dark blue shipping container on the opposite side of you. It was considerably far from where he was the last time you saw him, was he hiding?
“You’re not my spiderman! Who are you?” Another tentacle shoots to the light post you landed on, breaking it almost clean in half. The sudden attack throws you off balance, you slip from the light and somersault backward to reduce the fall damage you would take.
The villain starts to advance towards you, using his tentacles to cover the distance in half the time. You try to think quickly of a way to slow him down, and that comes in the form of one of the metal doors littering the ground. You shoot two webs through Doctor Octopus’ tentacles and yank the door towards him when they make contact.
The force of the metal hitting his back sends him flying forwards, landing by your feet. You scramble up to your full height as you attempt to tie up his tentacles with your webs.
You’re successful with the first one but as you move for a second another appendage shoots out and grabs the web that’s attached to the mechanical arm. He throws you down to the ground, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You can’t move for a few seconds as your body seems to not want to cooperate with what your brain wants it to do.
Where the hell was Freddie?
In fact, Freddie was slowly inching closer from his hiding spot, still too nervous to join the actual fight. In his universe, the most he did was stop a few petty crimes, but this was the big leagues and he was not ready for the big leagues. The invitation from Jess to join the society was more a spur-of-the-moment thing, rather than well thought out.
How was he supposed to beat this guy? He was big and mean and Freddie had no experience with this kind of threat. But he wanted nothing more than to try and impress you, and right now he was doing the opposite.
He builds up the courage to try and attack at the same moment you slowly rise back to your feet. You shoot a web away from the anomaly, wanting to make as much distance between the two of you before you try to attack again.
Your feet lift off the ground when the web lands on the side of the security building a few yards from. Your body moves through the air, but so does a rogue piece of metal thrown by none other than Freddie Matthews.
Of course, he couldn’t attack up close like most spiders would, he was too scared so he decided for a long-range attack. The long-range really means throwing a piece of debris he found at the villain’s head and hoping it hits. Unfortunately for you, your path was right in line with that piece of metal. It cuts clean through your web and leaves you careening to the ground.
You land on your shoulder, hard enough that you can feel it dislocate at the impact. The pain shoots up and down the limb, leaving you defenseless.
Doctor Octopus takes advantage of this, his mechanical tentacle grabbing you around the torso just to throw you into the freezing water on the side of the dock.
The shock of the water consumes your senses when you hit the surface of it. It's positively freezing, like you’ve been plunged into a tub filled with ice and nothing else. You can feel the pins and needles all over your skin, specifically your injured shoulder.
You can faintly hear some commotion above you but the water blocks out most of the sound from reaching your ears. You resist the urge to inhale, but the pain in your shoulder makes it harder and harder the longer you’re underwater.
You try your best to reach the surface of the water, your lungs start to burn with how long you’ve been holding your breath. After a particularly rough struggle to stay upright, you jostle your shoulder. The pain causes you to gasp, water completely filling your lungs.
Your brain is becoming fuzzy, your eyesight starts to fill with dark spots as you sink lower into the water. A faint sensation can be felt around your waist, but you’re too worried about getting air in your lungs to focus on that.
Just as suddenly as you hit the water, you’re pulled out of it. The sudden shift in environment has your head spinning even more than before, disorienting you.
A rush of air fills your lungs, making it burn once again. The second you’re on solid land you collapse on the ground, curling in on yourself as coughs tear through your chest. Water travels up your throat as you spit it onto the ground below you, trying to empty your lungs and stomach as much as possible.
The feeling of air taking the place of the salty sea water feels almost heavenly. Your head is still pounding, but the dark spots clouding your vision have started to fade away. All your energy has been spent between your moments of drowning and clearing your lungs. Your body falls to the ground, resting on your back as you take deep breaths.
A distinct blob blocks the light from the center of your vision. As your eyes work to unblur the scene in front of you, you can see that the blob was in fact, Freddie. His eyes flick over your body, trying to survey all the injuries you had. His mouth starts to move but you don’t care to listen, you instead opt to push his head away from you with a hand to his forehead, pushing him until he’s out of your line of sight.
Your chest is heaving and your muscles ache something fierce, you feel something grab your arm as you’re lifted to a sitting position. Your vision had cleared mostly, save for the little blurriness around the corners of your peripheral vision. To your side, you see the anomaly, wrapped tightly in a bound of webs. All of his tentacles are sandwiched to his body, laying limply while the anomaly was unconscious.
“...(y/n)? (Y/n)? Are you okay?” He’s shaking your non-injured shoulder trying to get your attention. Concern is written on his face as he questions you, but you’re in no real shape to respond. Your mouth doesn’t form the words your brain wants it to say as you're stuck opening and closing your mouth like a gaping fish.
He puts a hand under your arm, trying to lift you up. You shake your head at his motion, preferring to fix your shoulder first before you do anything.
“M-my shoulder.” Your voice is gravelly when you speak. The sentence takes much longer to leave your throat than it would normally. Even the simple action of speaking sets your esophagus on fire once again.
“What about it?” Clueless as ever, Freddie is still trying to get you on your feet. He goes to grab both of your arms to hoist you up but you slap his hand away before he can move your arm. Even the slightest movement would be agony.
“Dis-dislocated…you h-have to t-try and-and fix it.” You’re out of breath by the end of the sentence, your body fighting to make even the slightest amount of energy.
Freddie doesn’t move. A frightened look slowly takes over his face as he blinks at your hurt shoulder. He starts to back away from you as if you were diseased.
“I-I don’t know how.”
“You…don’t k-know how?”
Instead of verbally responding he shakes his head, scooting back even further from where you sit on the ground. You let out a huff as you finally let him drag you to your feet. You stumble as you try to gain your footing, your muscles protesting every step of the way.
You compose yourself as you lean on Freddie for help. The fog in your mind and the pain in your chest has started to ease, it’s still present but a little more manageable than before.
“How did you get him?” You look to where the anomaly is passed out on the dock.
“With all that training you gave me, it wasn't too difficult.” He lets out what seems like a nervous laugh as he rubs the back of his neck. You don’t pay attention to it really, not really caring whether he was serious or not. The anomaly was down and that’s all that mattered.
You hastily pull out a disk from your suit, one that Miguel had specifically given you, and hand it to Freddie. He looks confused, glancing between you and the disk in his hand for a while. When you notice his lack of moment you speak up,”
“What?”
“What is this…thing?”
“It’s a barrier to trap the anomaly,” you take it back into your hand as you take it upon yourself to throw it at the feet of the villain, “That’s all you do, for future reference.”
“Wow, who made those?”
“Miguel.” He falters slightly, his shoulders drop a tiny bit but it’s enough for you to feel from your leaning position. You both fall silent as you tap on your watch to bring up HQ’s coordinates. The orange portal bursts open as you nod your head towards the anomaly, Freddie leads you over to drag it through the portal behind you two as you walk through.
You end up in the lobby of HQ. It’s still practically deserted with all the missions going on, almost all spiders were either catching anomalies or resting after a hard day of missions.
As luck would have it, a second after you and Freddie’s portal disappears another one opens. Out of it walks Webslinger, Noir, and Miguel respectively. The two spiders look worse for wear, suits torn and battered all over, and no doubt they’re both covered in bruises and scrapes.
Miguel looks the complete opposite. He’s walking fine, standing straight, carrying the anomaly (which for perspective was an 8-foot-tall Vulture) with ease. Safe to say he fared much better than the other two.
They exit a few feet from you, but as soon as they step into the lobby their attention turns towards you and Freddie. Miguel’s eyebrows furrow as he takes in the sight of you. You’re leaning on Freddie and your shoulder is definitely injured, he guesses dislocated.
“What the shock happened to you?” He makes his way to you in three large steps, inspecting your shoulder without actually moving it.
“Dislocated my shoulder,” you watch Miguel as he calls Spider-Doc on his watch, telling him to get to the lobby as soon as possible. When he sends the message he looks back at you, analyzing the rest of you for any other injuries, “Oh and I feel in the bay…or ocean, or whatever it was.”
Miguel is silent for a few seconds, blinking at you as he processes your words.
“You fell into the ocean?”
“It might not have been an ocean I’m actually not too sure but it was definitely water and cold as hell-”
“How on earth did you fall into the ocean?” His voice is strained when it comes out, most likely from all of the stress of today and you only seem to be adding to it.
“I was swinging and something must have cut my web, I didn’t see what it was but next thing I knew I was in the water.” Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose as he turns away, muttering curses in English and Spanish as he paces back and forth.
The doctor arrives a minute after with his tools. He pops your shoulder back in place (which Miguel held your hand for because he knows how painful it is) and checks over the others. The worst they got was a couple of bruises, no doubt they would be sore tomorrow but luckily everyone would live and recover in no time.
Webslinger and Noir went home to nurse their wounds and get some much-needed rest. Miguel stands in front of you and unwraps your arm from around Freddie’s shoulders. He guides you to him so you lean on his side as he starts to walk away, planning on taking you to his office to finish his work and then to his apartment so you both can rest together.
“Uh boss? What should I do?” Freddie’s voice sounds unsure as if he shouldn’t be speaking to Miguel (and in Miguel’s opinion, he shouldn’t).
“Go home.”
“But I want to make sure she’s okay-”
“I said go home.” The glare Miguel gives him is enough for him to stop arguing. His mouth closes as he stands stock still, Miguel’s slightly red eyes boring into his. Miguel breaks their little staring contest first as he turns back to the direction of his office, leaving a speechless (and kind of scared; why were his eyes red?!) Freddie alone in the lobby.
—
“(Y/n)...(y/n)?” A distant voice cuts through your dream as you’re shaken awake. Your eyes open very slowly to reveal a wide-awake Miguel looming over you.
“I’m asleep, Mig.”
“I know cariño, but this is important.” You can’t help but groan, annoyed at his intrusion into your much-needed rest. You cover your yawn as you rest your head on the pillow behind you. Miguel is sitting on the bed next to you with an orange tablet in his hand.
“What could possibly be so important that you wake me up at,” you pause to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to you, “3:30 am? And why aren’t you asleep?”
“I was looking over mission reports, specifically the one that Freddie guy submitted and he lied.” This gets your attention, curious as to what he could have possibly lied about.
“Lied about what?”
“He told you and wrote that he fought the anomaly and knocked him out, well I watched the security footage from the cameras and he didn’t do shit. He glitched and hit his head on one of the containers on the way down and got knocked out, Freddie just tied him up.”
That was not what you were expecting, and in your opinion, this was not worth getting awoken for. You glare at Miguel before turning your back to him with a sigh.
“So what Miguel, the guy was caught it doesn’t matter.”
“But he lied!”
“He probably wanted to impress you, or me. I don't know but I want to go to sleep.” Miguel doesn’t like the sound of that. Why does this guy want to impress you? What’s his goal?
As much as he wants to continue the conversation he knows it’s rude to keep you up after the day you’ve had. He leans over your shoulder and places a kiss on your cheek.
“Buenas noches, mi amor.” (*Good night, my love).
Your reply is barely audible but he can faintly hear the ‘good night’ said in your sweet voice. He smiles as he turns back to the tablet, doing further research into Freddie Matthews all through the night.
—
Miguel was not one for parties, everyone knows this.
He is the opposite of a people person and at a party it’s hard to keep to yourself, especially when you’re in a room full of nosy spiders who think it’s their purpose in life to befriend everyone they see. So no, Miguel was not really enjoying himself right now.
It was Jess’ idea to throw a little party for all of HQ. Something about ‘lifting morale’ and ‘actually acting like you care for your teammates Miguel’. He wouldn’t even have come if it wasn’t for your insistence.
“Miguel you have to go, what kind of boss would you be if you don’t go?”
“You know I don’t like parties.”
“Yeah I know but,” you draw out the last word as you get closer to him, squishing his cheeks together, “You have to show your appreciation for everyone somehow.”
This makes Miguel pause, contrary to popular belief he isn’t heartless. He knows that he couldn't do all this by himself and he is truly grateful for everyone’s help, he just tends to show it in a weird roundabout way.
Even when he thinks of your argument, he still isn’t interested in going. He’ll show his appreciation some other way, just not in the form of a party. But, the longer he looks at you and those puppy dog eyes, the harder he finds it to say no. How could he say no to that face?
He lets out a dramatic sigh, turning away from you. You know you got him now, you laugh as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pepper small kisses on his cheek. You can see he’s fighting the smile that wants to form on his face but you don’t comment on it.
So that’s how he landed himself in one of his nightmares (dramatic much, Miguel?).
His experience would have been slightly better if he was with you, hell even Jess or Peter would have been better than where he is now. Currently, Ben Reilly is keeping him locked in the corner with his moping. What is he complaining about? Oh don’t think to ask Miguel, he checked out of this one-sided conversation a long time ago.
He’s too busy watching you as you talk and laugh with a big group of spiders in the middle. Peter and Jess are with you, along with Gwen, Miles, and Pav; the usual group. You’re laughing and chatting with everyone around you, even when a rogue spider comes to join the conversation you greet them and act like they were there the whole time. He’s come to realize he’s like the opposite of you, maybe that’s what makes him like you so much.
He’s drowned out Ben a long time ago, sipping his drink as he leans across the wall. He surveys the whole room just to make sure nothing bad could happen, he’s almost as paranoid as he is dramatic.
As his eyes flit over the numerous faces crowding the lobby of HQ, he comes across the last one he wants to see in the whole multiverse– and no it’s no Miles. None other than Freddie Matthews stands in the doorway, seemingly just arriving.
Arriving late to a party your boss (actually it was Jess but she told everyone it was Miguel) threw for you? Seems disrespectful to Miguel, especially since it was him of all people.
Miguel continues to watch him from afar. Ben had left some time ago since he realized he was talking to a literal brick wall, which left Miguel all alone with an empty drink too. He can see Freddie’s eyes scan over the crowd as well, stretching his neck to try and see over the heads of the taller spiders.
His eyes stop and a big smile forms on his lips as he makes his way into the crowd towards the person he was looking for. Miguel’s own eyes squint, daring him to walk up to you of all people. And as if he was mocking Miguel Freddie comes to a stop right to your side, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. You give him a small smile and a quick greeting before going back to your conversation with Jess.
He wants nothing more than to go over there and get him away from you. He’s practically itching to do it the more he watches the man try to get you to laugh. He’s failing miserably which makes Miguel crack a smile of his own, of course that guy couldn’t make you laugh.
His ears tune into your conversation, it’s mostly you and Jess talking about her baby and gushing over pictures of him. The others around you give input every once in a while but they seem to be having conversations themselves. He can hear Freddie’s grating voice try and butt in to make a stupid joke but you two mostly just ignore him, focusing on each other instead.
He’s pulled out of his little daze when Peter taps him on the shoulder. He hadn’t even seen Peter leave the little group you guys had formed, let alone heard him approaching.
“You look like a creep staring at her like that,” Miguel scoffs, moving his cup to his mouth only to find it’s completely empty. That was a move he often used to get out of talking, doesn’t seem to be working now, “Need some more?”
“Sí, gracias.” Peter takes the cup from Miguel’s hand and fills it with the special ‘Spider Punch’, whatever the hell that means, and hands it back. They sit in silence for a few seconds as they both sip their drinks.
“You know if you wanted to be a loner the whole time you probably shouldn’t stand next to the snacks.” To Miguel’s side is the refreshments table completely covered with drinks and snacks (even the Spider-man 2099 burgers, much to Miguel’s dismay). Many spiders have come to the table and tried to talk to him, few have succeeded.
“Maybe I wanted them all to myself.”
“A big boys gotta eat huh?” Miguel’s face turns to one of disgust as he glares at Peter.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Yeah, it felt weird when I said it,” Miguel laughs inwardly, only Peter would think to call him such a nickname, besides maybe you…or Lyla, “So, why were you staring at (y/n).”
“I wasn’t staring, I have no reason to.”
“Come one Miguel I know you two are, ya know…” He makes a weird gesture with his hands, hitting them together and intertwining his fingers. It’s an odd action, but Miguel knows what he means anyway.
“Nonsense.”
“Miguel I’m your best friend, you can’t lie to me.”
“Who told you that?” Peter gasps as he puts a hand to his chest, acting like Miguel’s words hurt. Miguel had once drunkenly told him he was one of his close friends when they had a competition for who could drink the most (Miguel was always up for a competition). The amount of alcohol Miguel had drunk that night was enough to kill the average hum 5 times over, but it was enough for Miguel to loosen up a bit. He had confided in Peter that he was in fact a close friend, one of three real friends he would consider in the society. So every time Miguel tries to make this ‘joke’ Peter knows to call him out on his bullshit.
“You did Miguel, don’t lie. And I definitely know about you and (y/n), it’s surprising that some people don’t, and you, sir, are not very good at hiding it.”
“Shut up.” He turns back to where you are. Anger starts to course through his body as he sees Freddie getting too close for Miguel’s comfort. Jess is gone to who knows where and the other younger spiders are talking amongst themselves. Freddie seems to be getting bolder as time wears on, practically standing on top of you now.
Miguel is getting angrier and angrier the more he watches the scene unfold, who did this man think he was? The smile you have on your face is an obviously uncomfortable one, which only grows worse as Freddie places his hand on your arm giving a slight squeeze. That was a move you often used on Miguel so he knows the intention behind it all too well.
He listens back into what the man is saying,
“Come on, one date wouldn’t hurt right?”
“Sorry Freddie, but I’m not interested.”
“What’s so wrong with me huh? You would have a great time sweetheart, come on, just one night!” He’s trying his best to bargain but you’ve already tried to shut him down three times over. Even Gwen tries to step in and help her fellow girl out,
“Freddie she said no, just drop it.”
“I wasn’t talking to you honey, stay out of it. Don’t be such a prude (y/n), it’s one time!”
“Freddie! Stop, I don't want to go on a date with you!”
Miguel had heard enough. He slams the drink down on the table, startling Peter out of the story he was telling (one that Miguel hadn’t listened to a word of, he has a bad habit of that). Miguel’s seeing red as he makes his way to the center of the room, all the other spiders step out of his way when they see him coming. He looks menacing with his glowing red eyes and claws extended, his mouth is curled into a snarl as his fangs glisten under the artificial lights. He looks like something out of a nightmare, and he’s headed right for Freddie.
Said spider is oblivious as ever, continuing to pester you about going out with him. You yourself are a few seconds away from slapping him clean across the face, what’s holding you back you aren’t quite sure.
Gwen, who stands opposite you, is the first to see Miguel coming. Even though she’s been scared of Miguel and his anger before, Miguel has gotten much better at containing it and not yelling at everyone he comes across. Now most of the young spiders tease him for it more than fear him.
Right now though? She would rather die than be on the receiving end of Miguel’s wrath, and she knows exactly who he’s going for.
“Oh no.” She whispers it to Miles who stands next to her. This gets him to turn his attention to her first, then to where she’s looking. Miles grimaces as he understands what she’s talking about, Miguel is furious and he looks like a predator on the hunt for his measly prey. They look at each other with wide eyes as Miguel gets closer and closer.
Your back is facing Miguel, as is Freddie’s, so you have no idea that he’s coming straight for you two. You only realize when you see a familiar red and blue glove clamp down on Freddie’s shoulder, claws digging into the skin.
The most Freddie can do is let out a startled yell before he’s yanked back with all of Miguel’s strength and flown across the floor. The crowd of Spiders creates an opening where he lands after rolling a few times, creating a path from him to Miguel.
Freddie looks up to see Miguel, face twisted in anger as his chest heaves up and down. Freddie’s eyes widened at the sight before him. Why did no one tell him he had claws? And fangs? And his eyes glow?!
He Tries to crawl backwards but his arms are shaking too much to be able to get away.
“What the shock do you think you’re doing? If she says no then she shocking means it!” The whole room around them goes silent as Miguel takes menacing steps toward where he lies on the floor. Miguel couldn’t be more thankful than right now at his size as he towers over the scared spider.
“I-i’m sorry man-”
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. If I hear you talk like that to her, or anyone ever again,” He picks him up by the front of his suit and holds him at his face level, staring directly into Freddie’s terrified eyes, “I will rip your fucking throat out, me comprendes?” (*Do you understand me?)
Freddie stutters for a second, not knowing what to say or do. He’s face to face with the monster that is his boss (former boss really), and he’s scared shitless.
“I said, do you understand me?!”
“Y-yes!”
“No dejes que te pille cerca de ella otra vez, desearás no haberme conocido.” (*Don’t let me catch you near her ever again, you’ll wish you never met me.)
“I d-don’t know what you said!” Miguel’s eyes narrow as his fangs come out again.
“Figure it out.”
He drops him down to the floor and pulls out the red barriers usually saved for anomalies and throws it at Freddie. It encompasses him in a second flat, leaving him hitting and tearing at the sides to try and escape.
“You can’t leave me in here!”
“If you knew how to act, then you wouldn’t be humiliated like this.” Miguel sneers the words out as he looks him up and down one last time. He turns his back to him and makes his way back over to you.
When he reaches you he takes your chin in his hand very gently, a complete change in behavior from a few seconds ago. He moves your head back and forth as he examines it up and down.
“¿Estás bien, mi amor?” (*Are you okay, my love?) His words bring a smile to your face. How he could switch his mood like that so fast was beyond you, and everyone else in the room as well, but you appreciated his concern.
“I’m fine Miguel,” You move his hand away from your face and hold it in yours, “You know I wasn’t in a fight right? You don’t have to check if I’m hurt.”
“Am I not allowed to make sure you’re okay?”
“No, no please do. I like it.” He scoffs as a smile forms on his face as he moves away from you. His hand separates from yours as he walks back over to Freddie.
He disengages the barrier around him, but as soon as it’s gone Freddie tries to make a run for it. Miguel’s lightning-fast reflexes are too quick for the man as he grabs his by the suit the same as he did before, dragging him behind him as he makes his way to the ‘Go Home Machine’.
“Resume your party, I’ll be back in a minute.” Miguel calls over his shoulder as he walks down the corridor, Freddie in tow. All of the remaining spiders look at each other, questioning if they’re really supposed to keep the party going after what happened.
“Well, you heard the boss!” Peter cuts through the silence as he raises his cup in the air. After a few seconds, everyone in the room joins him, resuming their conversations and laughter as if nothing happened.
That included you, extremely grateful that you were able to have someone like Miguel save you whenever you were in need.
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The party had ended a few hours ago with no further incidents. All of the spiders went home to rest and take care of their responsibilities in their respective universes.
You and Miguel did the same, however, Miguel was currently in your apartment and laying in your bed instead of his own. You had work in the morning, and Miguel was his own boss so he could go in whenever, so he made the easy decision to stay with you for the night.
It’s not like he would choose any different anyway.
You had just finished your nighttime routine, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and so on while Miguel lounged on the bed. He opened his arms up wide when you exited the bathroom and turned the light off, inviting you into his awaiting arms.
You were quick to take up the offer, settling into his chest as you hear his steady heartbeat thump under your ear. His hand rubs up and down your back soothingly as he places a little kiss on the top of your head.
“Thank you for saving me earlier.” He smiles and squeezes you closer to him, as close as humanly possible.
“Of course, mi amor, I will always save you.” His words cause your heart to start beating faster as butterflies erupt in your stomach at his sentiment.
“I didn’t know he would turn out to be such a creep.”
“I had a bad feeling from the start, should’ve listened to my gut.”
“You were just jealous.” You scoff out looking up to him. He looks taken aback as he takes in your words.
“I was not.”
“Were too.”
“No I wasn’t!”
“Don’t lie to me Miguel, you’re not good at it.”
“¡No estoy mintiendo!” (*I’m not lying!)
You respond with a little mhm as you turn your back to him. You hear his sigh as a strong arm comes to wrap around your torso, once again pulling you into him so your back touches his chest.
“So what if I was? Of course someone would want to steal you from me, you’re too beautiful.” Those pesky butterflies are back again in full force. Miguel was definitely a charmer, knowing exactly what to say to get you absolutely melting.
“I think I should be worrying about you Mr. 6 '9, handsomer than the devil.”
Before you know it you’re flipped on your back and caged between Miguel’s arms. He’s right above you, looking down at you with the smuggest smirk you’ve ever seen.
“You think I’m handsome?” He leans down to whisper the question in your ear. He follows up with a little kiss to your ear lobe as he stays in place.
“How couldn’t I? I think everyone does.”
“Oh but I don’t care about what everyone else thinks, eres el único que importa.” (*...you’re the only one that matters)
*
His leg comes up to separate yours, bringing them to either side of his thigh. His hand comes up to grasp both of your smaller hands in his, bringing them to rest against the pillow above your head. His grip is loose enough to break, but you don’t really want to, preferring to be at Miguel’s mercy for whatever he wants to do.
“You really have a way with words, don’t you Mig?”
“Only for you, mi amor.”
His lips travel across your cheek until they meet yours. Your mouths move together slowly but passionately, wanting to savor the feeling of the other's lips. His fangs nip your bottom lip slightly before he pulls away, littering kisses down your neck.
You feel a little prick on your neck as Miguel gives an extra bit of attention to the bottom of your neck.
“My coworkers will see that tomorrow.”
“Good, I want people to know you’re mine,” The words cause a surge of heat to go through your body right to your most sensitive parts. You move against him slightly as he chuckles against your neck, “You like that huh?”
You nod as your lips part. You can already feel the tenderness on your neck where his lips were, the blood coming to the surface due to his actions. Tomorrow you’ll brush your finger over the spot and smile at the memory.
His lips travel further and further down as he bunches your pajama shirt up around your chest as he lays between your legs. He holds onto your thighs as he looks up to you, eyes glistening with want.
“Now, let me make you feel good, bebé.”