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The Anomaly: 4

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 1.8k Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, what happens when he has to work with her? Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma Note: I’m back from my trip!! Sorry about the wait. Also, make sure that if you want to be on the tag list, you have everything set up so I can tag you :)

The thrumming pulse of Nueva York’s heart slowed down as the day died and the members of the spider society returned to their own dimensions for the night. No more cases to look over, food court lines to wait in, or aggravating people to deal with.

Almost.

Miguel's blood still boiled at the thought of letting that anomaly stay in his tower, use his resources, and leech off his hard work for her own benefit. Now, she thinks that she’s won. It was clear in her eyes as she talked him and Jess through a debrief on everything she’s gathered on the figure she’s been tracking. Her irises glistened with a sense of pride and victory that Miguel despised. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for it; drowning in her eyes, blue as the ocean. It disgusted him. He hated the beach.

“So what the hell am I supposed to do now?” Madelynn asked, snapping him from his daze.

“Excuse me?” He replied, holding back his anger that threatened to boil over. It was late, and he had a lot of stuff to do. None of it concerned the red-haired bother standing in front of him.

“I have nowhere to go. Am I staying here or are you giving me a watch so I can go find someplace else to sleep while this arrangement goes on.”

“No way in hell are you getting a watch,” snapped Miguel.

“So I’m sleeping here. Where?”

“The floor.”

“What the fuck do you mean, the floor?” She mocked, standing from her chair. “If I’m sleeping on the floor until this ordeal is settled then the deal is off and I’m out of here.”

“You seemed pretty comfortable on the floor earlier,” Miguel snarked, his patience wearing thin. Madelynn’s face began to shift redder, nearly matching her hair. “Look, most members of the society don’t destroy their lives back in their dimensions and spend the night where they belong so forgive me for not having the proper arrangements set up.”

“Oh, so I’m a society member now?” She smirked.

“Absolutely not.”

“Just ask Lyla to figure something out,” Jess chimed in, dialing her own dimension into her watch. “Don’t make the poor girl sleep on the floor, Miguel.”

A stubborn frown painted Miguel’s sharp face, his complexion riddled with annoyance and a reluctance to comply with what they were suggesting. Keeping this anomaly around and helping her was never his idea. Now, somehow, it was his problem to deal with. He waited until Jess was gone before he summoned the AI to fix the mess she created.

“Mig, stop being such a big ol’ grump. We have a few rooms open on 127,” Lyla chirped, her digital form relaxing on nothing as she hovered above his shoulder.

“You’re making it sound like this is a hotel for troubled vigilantes,” he grumbled.

“If it was, you’d need to at least charge an entry fee-“

“Is the room open, yes or no?” He snapped, cutting her off.

“Not with that attitude, it isn’t,” Lyla said, her face contorting in disgust. “You know, please and thank you are the secret of the Nile,” she smiled.

“Good for them.”

“Some manners would really suit you, Mig.”

“What did I say about you calling me that?”

“Yeah, don’t care. Now, if you want to know what room on 127 I can send her to, you have to learn your manners,” said Lyla, her mischievous figure jumping from place to place in the air.

“Lyla just-“

“Wrong.”

“I’m telling you to-“

“Wrong again, Mig. Three strikes and you’re out.”

Miguel glanced to the side at Madelynn, hoping that she had managed to engage herself in something else entirety., rather than watching him in such a belittling position. No, she was practically kicked back as if she was watching a television show, imaginary popcorn on hand as she waited for him to succumb to his AI and say the magic word. Anger coursed through his veins as her smile glistened in the faint light that illuminated the room.

“Lyla,” he began, forcing himself to remain calm, “please tell me what room she can stay in.”

“17B. Now, was that so hard?”

“Yes, it was.” Lyla waved at Madelynn before disappearing entirely, the orange hue she casted across the room vanishing and leaving the two spider-men in near-complete darkness.

Miguel stood first, eager to escape the wave of embarrassment that flooded over his chest. As he turned toward the door, Madelynn’s laughter filled the room, little by little. At first it was a small snort, as if she was holding back her hysterics, but almost instantly, she was full-blown belly laughing. This woman didn’t laugh like any other woman Miguel had ever met. She didn’t laugh: she yelled. The sound bounced off the walls of the hollow room as she tried to contain herself, tears streaming down her face.

“What’s so funny?” Miguel questioned, knowing full and well it was him.

“You,” she managed to exhale as she gasped for air, holding her stomach as if laughing so hard at his embarrassment caused her physical pain. “Wow, I really needed that. It’s nice to see you get humbled, M-“ she stopped herself quickly.

Miguel saw the look on her face as the smile fell, and he knew she hoped he didn’t catch her trail off at the end of her sentence. The idea of saying his name was disgusting to her. He could tell.

“Well,” he sighed, “are you coming or not? Laugh all you want but I can simply forget to give you a place to sleep.”

Madelynn watched a crooked smile adorn his face as he chuckled softly to himself, walking out the door. She quickly followed, catching up with his long strides to stand by his side. The silence between them was louder than anything she’d heard before. Even still, she managed to fill it with her own thoughts screaming in her head. She almost used his name. She almost equated her Miguel to 2099. It was like using the Lord’s name in vain.

Their footsteps filled the nearly empty halls of the headquarters. 2099 towered over Madelynn by simply standing and walking like normal. His stature was so freakishly tall that his sheer presence intimidated her. As they walked, she studied him like he was a priceless piece of art, examining every sharp edge and soft curve of his body. She saw the way his hair stayed perfect under his mask whenever it was projected onto his head, or how his crimson eyes burned like hellfire.

“It’s rude to stare,” 2099 interrupted, turning his head to face her.

“What can I say? I’m rude,” she shrugged, convincing herself that she was examining him like a predator examines its prey. Nothing more. After another beat, she spoke up again. “Do you have hammerspace in your mask?” She asked, awkwardly initiating their first real conversation.

“Yes and no,” he replied.

“That’s incredibly vague and entirely unhelpful.”

“Good. I don’t trust you yet. I can't tell you all my secrets.” Something about his tone seemed lighthearted. It was wrong. It was even written on his face after he said it: a look of pure disbelief he tried to mask. But she saw it. 2099 was not supposed to be someone who engaged in lighthearted banter. No, he was a monster; a cruel and cold bastard who could kill in an instant.

An awkward beat of silence passed between them again, the conversation over as quickly as it had started, the two of them walking forward blanked faced. No more than a few hours ago, 2099 had been hunting her down, vowing to capture her; torture her for beating him. Now, he made no moves to even look in her direction as he guided her through the massive building.

“Tell me about your Miguel,” he asked after a few minutes, breaking the wall of silence separating them.

“I already told you and Jess everything I knew about what happened,” Madelynn dryly responded.

“No, I mean what was he like?”

“Oh,” Madelynn said, taken aback by his curiosity. Alarms blared in her mind, thinking about all the ways this could be a trap. Something backhanded he concocted to keep her under his finger. “He was a scrawny Irish kid before he got rapture. Heart of gold, too. We grew up together, went to colleges right next to each other, the whole nine yards. He, uh, he was my best friend. I was the one who found him after the overdose. I mean, I tried to get him to stop taking it, but he couldn’t.”

The threat of tears pricked at her eyes, but Madelynn quickly pushed them down. 2099 would never see her cry. As he pressed the buttons on the side of the glass elevator, 2099 ran a distressed hand through his hair. His face was painted with painful memories, each one scrolling across his eyes like a slideshow.

His voice was softer when he spoke; a tone Madelynn had never heard before. “I understand how hard that was for him,” 2099 said as the elevator began its descent downwards. “Rapture is life-altering.” He didn’t need to spell it out for Madelynn to understand what he was implying.

“How’d you manage to quit?” She asked, and 2099 sucked in a deep breath, as if he was hoping she wouldn’t ask.

“Genetically modifying myself. I was never bitten by a spider,” he explained, beginning his stride down the hall as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. “It’s why I have the abilities I do.”

Somewhere in the mix of confusion and hatred she felt for 2099, Madelynn felt sorry.

The door that 2099 opened revealed a simple room: decent bed, small bathroom, a few shelves, and a window. Anything was better than the basement of a superstore, or a damp alleyway. She gave 2099 a faint nod as she walked in, dropping the scraps of her suit onto the desk by the door, frowning at its state.

“You’ll get a new suit for combat either tomorrow or the day after. Tomorrow morning at 9:30 sharp you will meet Jess and I in my office. The later you are, the less I’ll care about helping you. Understand?” 2099 ordered, his looming figure too tall to comfortably fit through the doorway.

“Sure,” she responded. “Uh, thank you.”

With a simple nod, she watched Miguel walk away, his footsteps getting quieter as Madelynn sat on her bed confused, wondering why her heart was racing.

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The Anomaly: 3

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 2.1K Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma Note: TBH not happy with this but I wrote myself into a wall and this chapter gets me out of it lol. BUT it serves a big purpose so stick with me on this.

Madelynn was sick and tired of running for her life. The winding halls of the League’s HQ helped her to disappear into the swarms of spider-people, but she knew that the tranquilizer would only buy her a few precious minutes. She had to be out of there before 2099 even opened his eyes.

Miguel.

That was his name.

The memory of it falling from her lips tainted her mouth like a poison. It felt wrong to call him that; the name that belonged to her best friend back on her home Earth. Before the incident, they were each other's rock. The dark and dank city streets were their canvases, and they painted them with adventures in the night. Her Miguel was different; scrawny and blonde, more adjacent to a Peter Parker than anything else. A sad Irish boy became Spider-Man to protect those in need. He had the biggest heart imaginable. He died that way too.

No, 2099 would never be “Miguel” to her. He was the opposite of her best friend; dark and cruel. He didn’t deserve to share his name. The only thing that linked them together was the emblem painted on their chests, the red spider. Exactly the same. A part of her had hoped that saying his name wouldn’t work; that she was wrong about the connection. But no, they were somehow variants, and it ripped her heart out.

Pushing the thoughts aside, Madelynn rounded another corner, losing her footing as she dodged a sea of league members. Her red hair was slick with sweat and blood, the bite on her neck throbbing. She had to find somewhere to hide and fix the dressing quickly before the tranquilizer was expelled from 2099’s system and he was on the hunt again. The skin around where he bit her felt tainted; a white hot memory of his lips on her skin, or the way her blood dripped from his mouth, mixing with the venom from his fangs. It was sickening.

Even still, knowing that he was facing the same thing she had; powerless to a drug administered by the enemy, made her heart swell. A smile cracked at her worried face at the thought of 2099’s massive body sprawled across the floor like a rag doll, his face buried in dirty concrete. She managed to beat him at his own poorly executed game. He knew nothing about her, or where she came from. He was at a complete disadvantage when it came to what she could do, or what secret trick was up her sleeve. All he knows now is that like most other spider-people, she knew her way around a lab.

Bursting through a door into a dark room, Madelynn took a minute to catch her breath. Light leaked in through the thin windows that lined the walls, illuminating the fact that the room was absolutely barren, save a few pieces of broken equipment. Backing into a corner that wasn’t visible, Madelynn sank to the floor, pressing her palm to the burning mark on her neck. Blood coated her fingers, the gauze completely soaked through.

Alone, with nothing but the frenzy of her own thoughts to keep her company, Madelynn ripped off part of her sleeve, pressing it to the wound. Rapid healing was not one of her powers, a sick twist of fate that she cursed after every battle. That spider only bit her a few months ago, and she had only the faintest idea what she was truly capable of.

A tingle shot up her spine as the door creaked open, and Madelynn saw a figure pop her head in, the glowing orange hue of her watch illuminating her face in the darkness. She then entered the room, spotting Madelynn crouched in the corner grasping at her belt for another syringe.

“Woah there,” the woman laughed gently. “I swear that I’m not here to hurt you, Madelynn.”

“How the hell do you know my name,” she snapped, standing quickly and ignoring the way her head spun.

“Diagnostic check on your mask. Loose strands of hair and whatnot. Look, hun, I’m trying to vouch for you here, but when Miguel wakes up, he won’t be very keen on listening,” she quickly said, moving towards Madelynn with a glimmer of hope in her eyes that seemed misplaced.

Her heart dropped at the mention of his name, eyes aflame with fury. “Listen lady, I’m not here to join your little book club. I have much better things to do with my time.”

“Like running?” the woman deadpanned, her tone laced with sarcasm.

“I think it’s great exercise.”

“Listen, Madelynn. My name is Jessica Drew,” the woman began, one hand resting on her stomach. “I’m really trying to help you here. I know what you’re running from; what you’re hunting down. We have the resources here to aid you. I know Miguel can be-”

“No,” Madelynn interjected. “2099 clearly will stop at nothing to catch me. I’m not parking myself here until he wakes up. I have things to attend to.”

“What happened to your universe’s Miguel was horrible,” Jess sighed, growing more desperate as the conversation stretched on. “But, you can’t change the canon. His addiction was always going to happen.”

It took Madelynn a minute to process. “What do you mean,” she asked hesitantly, unsure if she even wanted the answer.

“Your Miguel’s addiction to Rapture was an absolute point in the canon of the universe. It was always going to happen, no matter what measures you took to try and change it.”

“I’m not trying to change the past,” Madelynn snapped, swallowing her pain. “I’m looking for the one who gave it to him. They left through a portal that looks just like yours.”

“Then let us help you.”

“Why? Why do you care so much?”

“Because you remind me of someone I know who was on the same path. I couldn’t save them from destroying everything they knew. Madelynn, we have the materials to help you find whoever you’re looking for, and if they’re moving through dimensions like you said, then it’s our problem too.”

The room was spinning as Madelynn tightened the fabric from her sleeve around her neck, holding the makeshift gauze in place. She was beaten down, desperate, and alone in her battle. The only lead she had led her here. Now, she was stranded alone without a lifeboat, her mind sinking in the sea of failure. Jess was throwing her a ring.

“What about 2099?” she asked, the mention of him sending a shockwave of pain through the marks he left on her body.

“Let me handle him.”

“I don’t trust that,” Madelynn bit, moving closer to Jess. “I need a solid answer now, or I walk. That tranq will wear off any minute now.”

“Your problem is your unrealistic expectations of how life works. You can’t trust everything, but you can trust me. I’ll handle it.” Jess held her stare for a beat, letting her first lesson sink in.

“How’d you track me here?” Madelynn asked, testing how much Jess was willing to reveal.

“Lucky guess,” she deadpanned, fixing her hair in the dim light reflecting off a glass frame on the wall. “So are you in or out?”

*~*

Miguel’s office was a complete mess, with papers and equipment covering the once clean floors. The desk on the platform was nearly empty now, all of its usual content becoming a victim of his rage. The anomaly had bested him again. She slipped away again. This was no longer a chance for the greater good of the multiverse. No, this was about pride. That and something smaller that simmered in the depths of his soul, locked away behind a wall of unspoken emotions.

“Lyla,” he barked, impatiently waiting for her form to hover above his watch. “Where’s that mask I took from the anomaly earlier? Run tests on it.”

“Jess already beat you to it.”

“I beg your pardon?” He seethed, sharp claws scratching the metal of his desk.

“She grabbed it while you were knocked out. Sent it down to Spider-Byte for an analysis.”

“And you did nothing to stop this?”

“Hey, I figured it would save you some time,” the AI shrugged, lounging in the air.

“Then at least tell me what we found out,” Miguel snapped, slamming his other palm on the table.

“Only if you ask me nicely”

“LYLA-“ he screamed, the skin of his face turning the same shade of his eyes.

“Okay fine. Jeez, someone’s man-strating. Her name is Madelynn. No last name on file, but her canon event seems to be the death of her parents when she was younger. Robbery gone wrong. She’s from Earth-W245Q, bit by a spider 4 months ago.”

Great. Not only was he outsmarted by someone, but it also happened to be someone who’s only been a Spider-Man for 4 months. Her image was burned behind his eyelids; the way her red wine hair fell down her back like blood against her makeshift black suit. His tongue was still haunted with the phantom grace of her blood, his shoulder still warm with the weight of her body as he carried her through the portal. He had her trapped. After chasing her universe to universe, he finally won. Until he hadn't.

“Track the day pass,” he ordered, running his fingers through his hair. “She has no means of getting out of Nueva York; there's no way she’s gotten far.”

“Yeah, about that…” Lyla began, shrinking back into herself, bracing for another outburst. “Jess beat you to that too.”

“What the hell do you mean?”

“She’s already tracked and found the anomaly.”

“Coordinates,” he demanded.

“Miguel, maybe this-“

“Coordinates, now.”

“Floor 400, room 378B,” Lyla sighed, clearly nervous about what Miguel had planned. She hadn’t even finished speaking before Miguel launched himself into a mad dash towards the room, using webs to catapult himself up through the levels. His rage was animalistic, his claws leaving deep scratches on any surface they grasped. In no time at all, he was at the door, breaking it down with one swift kick. There, he saw the anomaly and Jess shaking hands as if they were becoming business partners.

He rushed towards Madelynn, but she slipped out of the way, giving her enough time to tie Miguel’s wrists and legs together with her webbing.

“Okay maybe that wasn’t the best choice,” Jess commented, stepping in front of the anomaly. “Miguel, I need you to listen to me.”

“After you went behind my back?” He snapped, venom dripping from his fangs.

“She’s chasing another anomaly, Miguel. It’s technically our problem too!”

“So we send her home and do it ourselves.”

“Going off what information? She has the knowledge to catch this guy.” Miguel locked eyes with Madelynn, a fire raging in his chest. She looked calm and collected but he could smell the fear in her body. “Clearly she’s more than capable of fighting and thinking on her feet, too,” Jess suggested, glancing at Miguel’s bound wrists and syringe wound.

He took a second to consider. There were some fair points. “I’ll cut you a deal. Assist us in finding the anomaly you’ve been searching for. Then, I send you home. If I even catch a glimpse of you using this facility for anything other than what I tell you to do, I’ll kill you. Your job is to find this fugitive, and find the fugitive only. You are not part of the society, or my team. Understand?”

Madelynn exchanged a glance with Jess for reassurance, unsure whether this was a fair deal.

“This is the best you’re gonna get from him, Madelynn,” Jess whispered, out of Miguel’s earshot.

“Sure,” Madelynn sighed, extending her hand to Miguel for him to shake. “I’d say shake on it, but you’re kinda tied up right now,” she smirked. “Sucks to suck, I suppose.”

As she walked out of the room, Jess went over to untie Miguel from the webbing. “If this goes wrong, you’re the one to blame, Jessica,” he seethed, clenching his fists.

“It’ll be fine,” she sighed. “Not everything is the end of the world.”

“Well if this doesn’t work, it could be.”

Chapter 4

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Spanish affectionate names (because we can do better than using “mi amor” a hundred times)

Author’s note: Spanish uses gendered nouns. Masculine nouns often end in -o (example: “guapo”) and feminine nouns often end in -a (example: “princesa”). There are also gender neutral names! I’ll list those too for my people that are non-binary! This list is not exhaustive, so feel free to reblog and add more!

For him (names to use towards someone who identifies as a man)

Guapo : handsome

Rey : king

Príncipe: prince

Chulo / Lindo : cute, cutie

Bichito : little bug

For her (names to use towards someone who identifies as a woman)

Princesa: Princess

Guapa : beautiful

Muñeca : doll

Reina : queen

For everyone (he/him, she/her, they/them)

Mi corazón : my heart

Mi alma : my soul

Mi vida : my life

Mi cielo : my sky/heaven

Mi tesoro : my treasure

Mi luz : my light

There are tons more out there. Do a quick search!

Happy writing!

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The Anomaly: 2

Prologue Chapter 1

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 1.4K Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma

The scent of cold rain flooded the basement as Miguel opened a portal back to Nueva York. The faint moonlight outside leaked through the thin windows that looked out at the streets above, illuminating the anomaly’s face. Miguel approached the bleeding figure on the ground, finally getting a closer look at her face. She had to be a little younger than he was, with skin so pale it looked like she’d never seen the sun before. Constellations of freckles cascaded from her cheeks to her neck, creating patterns that matched the soft curves of her face.

Retracting his claws, Miguel pushed a stray curl of red wine colored hair from her complexion, exposing more of her appearance. As much as he denied it, upon first glance, she was painstakingly beautiful. But, her beauty meant nothing to him. Pulling out a pair of electro-charged handcuffs, Miguel restrained her wrists before lifting her bridal style and carrying her through the portal.

He had half a mind to snap her day pass, being as she managed to disable the tracking device. Even still, the idea of punishing her with glitching was inhumane, even for him. But, the minute he stepped into his office in HQ, he swapped her jailbroken day pass for another, tracking device intact. She wouldn’t slip through his fingers again.

It bothered Miguel that he didn’t know what it was about her that made her such a challenge. Once he caught her unsuspecting, he was able to overpower her easily. But, what she lacked in comparison when it came to brawn, she made up for in quick thinking and agility. That made her dangerous.

Miguel nonchalantly placed her on a chair in his office, pushing her limp head to the side as he examined the bite marks he left on her neck. They weren’t healing like he assumed they would. Over the time he’s run the HQ, he encountered hundreds of thousands of spider-people. One thing they all shared was quick rehabilitation. He’s left bite marks on dozens of unruly variants, but they always closed up and healed within minutes. Most of the time, at least. But the anomaly’s neck was still bleeding, even when he held a cloth to the marks to stop it. Her blood stained his suit blending with the red accents he wore. Eventually, he gave up on trying and used gauze to tape onto the wound before lying her on the floor, removing the cuffs, and encasing her in a red prison.

“Miguel,” Lyla said, her form hovering over his wrist. “We have no way to run a diagnostic on her unless we get her down to Spider-Byte.”

“The venom should be wearing off soon anyway. I’ll figure it out,” he grunted, moving to remove Lyla’s hologram. Her voice stopped him.

“Did you really have to bite her?” she asked, raising an accusatory brow.

“Yes.”

“Who’d he bite this time,” sighed Jess, catching sight of the maskless girl on the floor. “Oo, is this the girl who finally bested you? I wanna thank her for the shot to your ego.”

“I don’t appreciate your quips, Drew,” snapped Miguel with a glare. “And clearly she didn’t best me because I’m not the one unconscious on the floor at the moment.”

“What did she even do?”

There was a beat of silence before Lyla confirmed what Jess was thinking. “We don’t know yet.”

“Yes, we do,” Miguel snapped. “She is an anomaly. Somehow, she managed to hitch a ride here, steal a watch and hack a day pass. She’s been universe-hopping ever since, until I put a stop to it.” His eyes trailed down to the limp figure on the floor, his mind flooding with unanswered questions.

“I mean, if she was able to get away from you on all those occasions, then maybe that would make her a valuable asset to the league,” offered Jess with a shrug.

Miguel’s crimson eyes widened in disbelief. “There’s no way this anomaly is coming anywhere near the league. She’s nothing but trouble. Not to mention, we don’t know anything about her.”

“Then ask.”

“No.” He approached Jess, his tone dropping whatever kindness there was as he towered over her. “I don’t remember giving you permission to make decisions. You answer to me, Jessica.” She didn’t argue it any further after that.

*~*

The drumming in Madelynn’s head was a steady pulse. Although it hurt to move, she slowly realized that she regained control over her muscles again, first twitching her fingers, then rolling her feet. Her already ruined suit was again crunchy with dried blood, the metallic scent piercing her nose with a foul sting. Her shaking hand shot to her neck, feeling around to find the bite marks 2099 left on her neck. Her fingers graced the reddened gauze over the wound, grasping at the edges to peel it up.

“I wouldn’t take that off, if I were you,” someone droned behind her, but she didn’t drop her hand. 2099. She began to sit up, taking in the situation around her as she opened her eyes. The room wasn’t bright by any means, but the strain on her pupils sent a shockwave of pain to her head. What hurt the most was the glow of the red prison she was encased in. Turning around, she saw 2099’s touring figure looming over orange holograms, his broad shoulders blocking the majority of the displays. He didn’t even bother to look back at her.

“You know, usually when I’m pinned to the wall and bitten, I appreciate being taken out to dinner first,” she grumbled, stretching out her aching joints. “There’s always next time though. I don’t need anything fancy, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“There won’t be a next time,” 2099 snapped, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “You’re not getting away this time.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that,” Madelynn said emptily. To be transparent, she had no idea what her next move was. She had been able to avoid 2099 through sheer luck and nimble skills, but now she has nowhere to run.

2099 turned around sharply, stepping off the platform with the holograms and swiftly stomping towards her prison on the floor. His stature was painfully impressive, looming over her like a wild animal stalking its prey. “If you run, I will catch you. If you hide, I will find you. No matter what universe you flee too, what corner you think is safe, I will be there. Nowhere is safe from me. So escape if you want, but I strongly advise against it.” His voice was nothing more than a low growl, only slightly louder than the humming of the electric prison he put her in.

“So why am I not with the other anomalies?” she asked, staring up at 2099. “I don’t trust this.”

“Good thing I never cared about whether you trust me or not.” 2099 crouched down to meet her level on the ground. “Besides, I have a few questions for you.” Her gazes met, and in his eyes, all Madelynn saw was rage that boiled in his blood-red pupils. But she knew his type. She knew a Spider-man like him before. Now, she knew how to get out.

“Ask away.”

“What is your universe of origin?” 2099 interrogated, standing and walking back towards his set up.

“That’s classified.”

“What’s your name?”

“Classified,” she responded again, watching 2099’s muscles tense through his suit.

“When were you bitt-”

“Also classified, sorry.”

2099 grabbed a computer monitor and hurled it across the room, and Madelynn grinned to herself as the plastic pieces shattered, spreading across the floor like a sick confetti. Now was her time to strike. Feeling around the waistband of her suit, Madelynn grasped at the needle stored in her utility belt. 2099 clearly wasn’t smart enough to check her for weapons. He stormed over to her prison on the floor, ripping through the red forcefield as if it was paper. His clawed hands wrapped around her neck, cutting off her airways. This was a long shot, but it had to work. If she was wrong, then there was no way out.

“Miguel,” she choked out, and immediately, his face shifted from that of rage to confusion. “Miguel, please,” she pleaded. His grip loosened slightly, his crimson eyes burning through her’s.

“What did you just call me?” he seethed, unsteadiness leaking into his strong voice. Madelynn gripped the needle in her hand, uncapping the end slowly before whipping her arm up and around, plunging the shining metal into 2099’s neck.

“A sucker,” she grinned as his hands dropped from her neck, crimson eyes fluttering shut as his body slammed to the ground with a massive thud. Slipping through the opening he left in the red prison, Madelynn ran, ignoring the pain coursing through her veins.

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The Anomaly: 1

Prologue Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 1.2K Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma Note: First full chapter!! I promise the escape trope isn't finished after one chapter have faith i have stuff planned

Earth-B9402 was not Madelynn’s typical jump. Her brawl with 2099 left the watch she’d stolen broken and almost unusable. Although she still had her hacked day pass, she was stuck in a new universe. The jump killed the watch, sending her to the only coordinates she could punch into the cracked screen.

She managed to find shelter in the basement of an abandoned department store. It had all she needed: a couch, some blankets, miscellaneous materials she could use to repair her suit. Coming from where she did, she was used to living off of nothing. The shower in the old break room was stained red, a mix of blood and boxed hair dye. She didn’t take the time to wonder what store needed a shower for employees, but if she had the opportunity, why not take it. Now her hair will mirror the color of the blood she’ll draw from those who stand in her way. Those who side with 2099 in trying to capture her. All traces of brunette were wiped from the canvas of her body as every memory of the life she used to live washed down the drain with the blood and chemicals streaming off her skin.

Madelynn cursed under her breath as she ran the washcloth over her puncture wounds. 2099 was close to scratching bone when he finally caught her back on Earth-904H7. The coarse scabs forming over the exposed flesh looked angry as soap mixed with muscle. Hopefully, she’d never see 2099 again, and he’d never know that his wound elicited tears.

She’d never forget his haunting voice as he whispered in her ear threats of death if she dared to run. His low timbre sent a shiver down her spine, but she knew it was hollow. He wouldn’t be the one to kill her. Someone back home would. He’d just be the one to send her there.

Once she was dry, and her suit was repaired, Madelynn basked in the warmth of the torn up blankets left in the store. Anything was better than sleeping on the rooftops the past two nights. But, her relaxation was short-lived. The familiar tingling of her spine woke her up. The room was illuminated with a red hue, the same color of 2099’s glowing webbing. He was here, outside, looking for her.

Her suit was still half repaired; the blood was removed but the claw marks remained, her skin showing through the ripped elastic. Quickly, she ripped the vent cover off the corner and crawled through, swatting through cobwebs and rat shit. She had no idea how he tracked her down; the locator on her day pass and the watch were disabled. But, she didn’t have time to dwell on the “how.” He was here, and probably angry.

Through the echoes of the vent system, she heard his voice bounce off the walls; an agonizing scream of anger. He knew she was there, or at least had been. The shower was still wet, the blankets still rustled on the old couch. But he couldn’t fit through the vents like she could. He could assume where she was hiding, but he had no means of following her. As much as she hated to admit it, 2099 had an impressive physique. Heightened strength aside, he threw her around as if she was nothing. That night on Earth-904H7, his broad shoulders blocked the moonlight, drowning her in darkness. But, it meant that he couldn’t follow her.

Madelynn reached a vent gate that led to the outside of the department store, but she couldn’t risk taking such an obvious path. She pushed the gate open, shooting webs to make it look like she’d swung away before continuing her path through the vents. The whirring of the system grew louder the farther she climbed through the maze of metal tunnels and cobwebs, but her pace never faltered. She occasionally flinched at the sound of something hitting the dented paths, but she assumed it was simply her weight on the flimsy material. There was no way she was being followed.

Eventually, she made a big circle through the system, ending up right back where she started in the basement. Before she slid through the still open gate, Madelynn scanned the room, waiting for her spine to tingle at any danger, but nothing came. She’d successfully averted 2099 again. Her knees ached from all the crawling, the scabs gracing her skin nearly reopening from the abrasion of her suit’s fabric. Falling onto her couch, she lifted the edge of her mask and took a sip of the drink she’d stolen from upstairs before melting into the covers, only accompanied by the sound of something tapping on the metal of the vents.

Little did she know, while 2099 had fallen for her staged escape earlier, he hadn’t fully trusted it, sending a camera drone to search the vents he watched her crawl into. Now, it lurked in the opening where the vent grate used to be, waiting for 2099 to return.

He returned on foot, the red hue of his webs not giving him away this time as he gently rushed down the stairs to the basement. He could hear her labored breathing, her shoes tapping on the concrete floors. Curses ran through his mind as he calculated how much time he wasted falling for her simple deceit. He was nearly outsmarted again, but he wouldn’t let a slip up like last time happen.

One thing Madelynn neglected to remember about 2099 was despite his towering stature, he was abnormally stealthy. The last thing she expected was to be pushed against the wall, hearing the sound of her bone crack as 2099’s exposed face was inches from her own. Before she had time to react, he ripped her mask off her head, exposing the soft skin of her neck, and sunk his fangs into her flesh.

The effect of his venom was nearly instantaneous. Her body grew hot, the poison intertwining with her blood, leaving her limbs limp and dangling as 2099 crushed her body to the wall. She tried to speak, but her mouth wouldn’t move as she lost control of her jaw and tongue. All that came out was a pathetic scream of agony. All she could do was breathe, look, and listen as 2099 pulled away from her neck, licking her blood from his fangs as it dripped from his lips. His eyes glistened with a sick triumph as he moved his mouth closer to her ear.

“There’s nowhere to run,” he whispered, letting go of her body. She fell to the floor with a hard thump, her red hair mixing with the pool of blood flowing from her neck, watching helplessly as 2099 tapped at his watch, wiping curls of sweat soaked brown hair from his forehead.

The last thing she remembered was cursing how horrifyingly handsome he was under his mask before she succumbed to the lulls of the venom and passed out on the cold concrete.

Chapter 2

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The Anomaly (Prologue)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 450 Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma Note: this is just my silly little goof while I have free time don’t expect anything spectacular LMAO I just wanna get something out to test the waters before pouring time into a full story

Orange monitors whirred to life as security footage sprawled across the holograms. A web of wires and plastic surrounded the platform that floated above the cold ground. Gray steam danced through the air, the scent leaking through the mask covering Miguel O’Hara’s face. The aroma was oddly calming; another reminder that he was still breathing. As someone who spent his days drowning in work, the air pricking at his lungs was a welcome wake-up call.

His crimson eyes scanned the glitching footage displayed in front of him, searching the screens for her; the anomaly who slipped from his grasp. She was tech savvy, being as she managed to deactivate the tracking device in her day pass. Luckily, her reckless universe hopping caught the attention of other league members. For the last two days, she’s been recovering on Earth-B9402.

Miguel had learned quickly that chasing after her would need to be more calculated than other anomalies. She was slippery, deceitful, and aggravating. He didn’t know her name, her home universe, or her intentions. All he knows is that she hitched a ride to Nueva York, snuck inside of HQ, and ran off with a day pass once she was spotted. All without showing her face.

Every Earth he managed to track her to, she escaped before he even had a chance to catch her. Three days ago he thought he finally cornered her. Her black makeshift suit glided through the dark of the night like a shadow, but he saw her. The only thing that identified her as a Spider-Person was the stringy webs that she used to catapult herself from building to building. He just needed one more moment, one stronger stride so he could sink his fangs into her neck and immobilize her. But all he managed was to pin her arms against the dirty brick of a building, his claws sinking into the warm flesh of her arms before she kicked his crotch and slipped into the night.

Now, he watched her through a camera on Earth-B9402, dressing her wounds. Lyla’s form hovered over the screens, watching Miguel intently. “Do you want me to call their local Spider-man?” She asked, hesitantly fixing her heart shaped glasses.

“No,” grumbled Miguel. “No, not yet.” His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as she used a bucket of dirty rain water and fast food napkins to clean the gashes he left in her forearms. Miguel watched the yellow and black punctures disappear under tan bandages, the anomaly flinching as she tightened them. She may have slipped away, but Miguel weakened her. He slowed her down. She wouldn’t get away again, he would make sure of it. “This one’s mine.”

Chapter 1

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