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Silk & Cologne (54)

A Miguel O'Hara X OC Fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 54: Dawn - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female! Spidersona OC

Words: 5.8K words

Warnings: PG for injury and implied weapon of mass destruction

Summary: Lisa and her friends shut down the poral threatening to collapse Earth-1218.

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We all stared up at the portal in the sky, watching as it slowly sparked and crackled. It was becoming unstable. If it collapsed, would it simply be over and done with? It would go out in style and take my universe with it?

“What do we do now?” Noir asked, raising his voice as a large and loud gust of wind rush passed us. 

“We need to figure out a way to contain it!” Miguel yelled back, using his body to brace and shield mine from the wind, or try to at least. 

Panic rattled in my mind about the multitude of things that could go wrong. Even if we do contain it, what about the authorities? People would talk, ask questions. What about the national guard? The military? 

Come to think of it, where are they? 

A wave of guilt washed over me, “I probably shouldn’t have been too quick to kick Chameleon to the curb.”

“If you hadn’t, he would have taken me to God knows where,” Kasey shook her head as she glanced my way, her arms raised to shield her face from the wind. “You saved me, Lisa.”

“Don’t ever apologize for something like that,” Miguel reassured me. “In fact, I may have an idea on how to stop this. Well, two actually!”

“Let's hear it then before we’re blown away like leaves!” Gwen screamed, trying to keep herself and Touga from falling over. 

“Lyla,” Miguel brought his gizmo up to his face, trying to scroll through the touch screen. “Remember Project: Reset? Back in the old Alchemax days?”

“Oh, do I!” Lyla grins as her holoform appears, rubbing her hands together like an eager grasshopper before cycling through the database on her personal screen. 

“What’s Project: Reset?” I asked him.

I watched as a small portal opened beside Miguel and he reached inside it. He pulled his hand out, holding a strange looking sleek white baton. “Back during my early days in Alchemax when I first started, my old boss would have me occasionally work with the company’s R&D department. They were experimenting with a weapon that– with enough charge– could wipe and realtor people’s memory on a massive scale.”

“Sounds like a weapon of mass destruction to me!” Toya commented. 

“It was, which was why I convinced my then boss at the time to shut it down before more could be made,” Miguel responded. 

“Okaaay, but how does that help us with that?” I asked again, pointing at the portal as the integrity seemed to be getting worse. 

“With the portal? Nothing.” Miguel yelled over the wind as he began to tweak and make altercations with the device. “Lyla, Margo, and Gabriel can work their magic from HQ and contain the blast, sending it directly back to Harry’s dimension and doing a number on his lab. At the same time, I can trigger this device to alter the town’s people’s memories so they won’t remember anything from the invasion.”

“That’s brilliant!” Hannah beamed, gripping onto Touga to keep still. “A little terrifying, but brilliant!”

“But what about everyone else all over the world that was watching the festival online or on TV?” Kasey asked. “They’ll know something is off if the people of New York suddenly act like this all never happened.”

“Remember the part I mentioned about charging the device?” Miguel recalled. His eyes scanned the area, looking up to the top of the Statue of Liberty, specifically the tip of the flame torch in Lady Liberty’s hand. “If I can get high enough, I can pick up the broadcast signal and transmit the wipe to everyone that was watching the show!”

“Perfect, let’s do that!” I exclaimed, eyes widening in relief. 

“But there’s a catch,” Miguel quickly added, hooking his arm around my shoulders to stop me from blowing away. “I need to replace the memory of the invasion with something else-!”

“Like a fake memory or an actual event?” Noir asked. 

“Definitely the ladder!” Miguel answered back in earnest. 

“Like. . . like a canon event?” My mind was racing as I tried to figure out what new memory we could create to replace the one of the invasion. 

I could sense the gears in his head turning as Miguel looked over at me. “Kind of, yeah!”

“We’re always saving the canon from breaking, so this will be a wonderful change of pace!” Gwen grimaced and pushed against the wind. 

“So what kind of canon event?” Toya asked, his voice yelling over the wind. “It has to be something big right?”

Think, Lisa, think! 

All of those people, in the audience and watching on TV, their phones, laptops, why were they all tuning in in the first place?

Then it hits me. How could I have been so blind?

“What about our show?” I suggested, looking out towards the team. 

“The show?” Kasey repeated with more emphasis. 

“Yes, the show. Our dance, you guys!” I exclaimed, my gaze washing over Kasey, Hannah, Toya, and Touga specifically. 

My Webslingers. 

“Everyone came to see our show, so let’s give them a show!” I fought against the wind with an encouraging smile as I took my mask off so they could see my face. 

My friends looked at each other, silently debating what to do. 

“But wait, you said it alters people’s memories,” Kasey spoke up, a look of worry on her face. “Does that mean our memories will be changed too?”

Miguel hesitated briefly as the eyelets of his mask drooped to a sad expression, his voice laced with apology. “The device has been altered to protect only those wearing a gizmo. So, yes. . . your memories will be altered.”

“Then. . . that means you guys won’t remember everything that’s happened. You all finally getting the chance to see the real Miguel. The real me. . .” The realization hit me as I felt my heart drop to my stomach. 

My body suddenly felt heavy and limb. For a second, I thought I wouldn’t have to hide such a big secret from them anymore. I thought I’d be able to finally be my complete self around them.

I felt the grip of Miguel’s arm tighten around my shoulders, his silent apology plucking at my heartstrings.  

“If by the odd chance this does work. . . might as well go out with a bang, right?” Touga shrugged with a contagious smile. 

“What?” My voice was barely a whisper being carried out into the wind as I looked up towards my friends. 

“Considering all of the crazy stuff that we’ve seen in the last hour?” Hannah gawked at her friend before sharing a glance with me and the rest of the group. “I’m in! I think this can work!”

“If Hannah’s in, I’m in!” Toya grinned, grabbing her hand before looking over at Kasey. “What about you, K?”

Kasey glanced between everyone else before her gaze fell upon me. My eyes poured into hers, pleading for her to trust me. She suddenly laughed, hysterical even, before waving her hands in the air. “You’re our friend, Lisa. Super hero or not. What the hell! This day can’t keep getting any weirder, right?”

I grinned in relief before looking over to Miguel, nodding my head. “Let’s go with your plan.”

“Alright, team, repair the stage as best as you can and get a camera set up. I’ll contact HQ and establish the signal at the top of the statue,” Miguel relayed his orders like the organized leader I knew him to be, watching as the Spiders set off to do their task. His gaze fell upon me and my friends. “Webslingers, do what you do best.”

I looked out to my friends, smiling confidently as I used my powers to leap for them, gathering them in my arms before web-slinging us closer to the stage. 

“Gabriel, are you there? Did Lyla fill you in?” Miguel spoke in the background as he began running for the statue. 

“Yeah, she did, but still struggling to believe it,” his little brother’s voice spoke through the com-link. “Project: Reset? Are you serious? You must be really desperate to whip that out all of a sudden.”

“Don’t start with me,” Miguel grumbled, muttering something else in Spanish that I couldn’t decipher, although I couldn’t help the faint smirk that formed on my lips when my friends and I arrived on the stage. 

We quickly helped the others clean up the stage while they patched up broken and loose panels with their webbing. There was a lightning crackle like noise as I whipped my head up to the statue of liberty to see another portal open up just feet away from Harry’s portal. It was a portal from Spider Society HQ. 

“Our portal is stabilized, Miguel,” Margo’s voice spoke up through the com-link. “Ready to go on your mark.”

“We’re just missing one more piece to this puzzle,” Miguel uttered softly in the com-link before raising his voice. “METRO! Are you still around?”

“Right here, boss man!” A new voice fluttered through the com-link as a white and black dressed spider swinged up onto the stage. 

METRO’s spider suit had a black and white colour scheme that almost reminded me of the anti-venom spider-suit, but this one felt more personalized with a white spider necklace hanging low on his chest and a black with white spider webbing bandana wrapped around his forehead. The top part of his head was uncovered, giving way to his immaculately tailored dreadlocks of black and light aubrey brown coloured hair. 

Wait a minute, METRO BOOMIN?!

“Wait, he’s a Spider-Man too?!” I gasped, eyes wide as I looked between him and the small speck of Miguel’s body clinging onto Lady Liberty’s torch. “But you said originally no spider-person could actually exist in my dimension!”

“That’s right.” Miguel responded quickly. “He’s not from your dimension.”

“Huh?” I gawked, my head trying to wrap around the concept as METRO quickly fixed and set up his DJ player and sound mixer. 

“It’s true, Muse! I’d do the whole ‘Okay let’s do this one last time’ speech, but clearly we don’t got time for that,” METRO chuckled anxiously as he finished setting up. “I’m from Earth-101, I developed a psychic connection to my other dimensions personas. It’s how I’m here. Call me Metro-Spider.”

“O-Okay?” I wasn’t sure exactly how to respond to that, but I at least offered him a reassuring thumbs up. 

“Okay, we’re ready!” Hannah exclaimed as she and the others joined me on stage.

Leave it to Hannah to accidentally leave her bag backstage with backup costumes for all of us in the event something horribly went wrong. Loose stitching? Fabric got ripped? Trying escaping an enemy anomaly invasion and potential dimensional destruction. 

“Okay, Miguel, we’re in position!” I exclaimed through the com-link as I looked around the newly rebuilt stage, held together miraculously by our spider friends webbing and looked over as they each got cameras set up aimed towards us. 

“Cameras are primed and ready to roll!” Gwen chimed in, attaching the reset adaptor to the camera and the little device blinked green, indicating its connection to Miguel’s wand. 

“Here goes nothing!” Miguel took a deep breath. “But if this doesn’t work–”

“It’s going to work, Miguel,” I insisted, my gaze locking on to his body. “Trust me.”

I could feel our gazes locked on to one another, even at such a long distance apart. I felt a long caress down our bond, soothing me, both of us, as I breathed in and out slowly. In that moment my mind flashed back to when we danced together for the first time, he way he held me close, and when he whispered to me those same words I sent out to him through our bond. 

‘Do you trust me, Miguel?’

‘With my life, Lisa.’ 

“Let’s do it!” I called out as I launched a web to connect with the webbing along the stage, my player syncing with METRO’s sound system. 

“We’re coming to you live!” Noir announced with a signature radio actor voice, signaling us to start. 

I suddenly felt a tap on my wrist. I glanced over to see Kasey had leaned in closer to me, whispering, “If you still want to tell us about the whole super hero spider thing after all this is over, just come talk to us. We’ll think it’s crazy, but I know you’ll convince us otherwise.” 

I smiled softly at her, giving her hand a squeeze. “Thanks Kasey. I’m glad to have you as my friend.”

She smiled back before pulling away. 

Music started to play, the familiar violins and drum beats fluttering our ears as my friends and I started to dance, picking it right up from where we left off before the world seemed to go to shit. 

“I'm still fighting, I don't fear I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feelin', like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up!”

I cast a comforting glance to Kasey who was startled at first, expecting us to start from the beginning. After giving her an encouraging nod, motioning for her to follow my lead, she immediately stepped up and danced in sync with us. 

“Here we go!” METRO yelled excitedly. 

“I can't find it in myself to just walk away

I can't find it in myself to lose everything!” 

I closed my eyes, and it was like we were back in our dance studio, learning this dance for the first time. 

We all turned, forming a circle as Touya, Touga, Hannah and I surrounded Kasey. We all reached our arms out towards her as she crossed her arms over her chest, something similar to the Wakanda Forever salute before flexing her arms down to her sides. As she did that, the rest of us dropped to one knee, kneeling as we bowed our heads to her.

Just like before. Just like we practiced. 

“You’re doing great,” I whispered softly to them all. 

“Feel everyone's against me, don't want me to be great

Things might look bad, I'm afraid to look death in the face!”

“One, two, three, LET’S GO-!” Metro-Spider shouted, a fist in the air. 

That’s the signal. 

I could hear the ringing of Miguel activating the reset device and quickly soon after, wave after wave of pulsing blue energy soared across the sky of the entire city, and with any luck, the entire world. 

The beat dropped as Kasey then propelled herself forward, sliding along the floor. Hannah and I steered clear of her entrance. As we faced in her direction, Toya stepped behind Hannah and Touga stepped behind me, the boys hoisting us up to our feet and became our dance partners. The pair of us did a sweet waltz as Kasey was up front performing her own solo.

“I'm good now, who's really bad? 

I choose me now, what's wrong with that?

Wish you could see me

Now, now, mm, who had my back, baby?

Know no love lost, good always will win~”

I looked up into the sky, towards the portal to Harry’s dimension. The waves of energy from Miguel’s reset wand and the counteractive sparks from the conduit portal Lyla, Margo, and Gabriel created fought back against the enemy portal. It started to shrink, contorting violently. 

It’s working!

“Just a little more power and we can shut it down!” Gabriel’s voice rang through the com-link.

‘Finish it strong for me.’ Miguel’s voice purred through the bond. 

He had said the same thing when we were fighting Isabella in Noir’s dimension, and I felt the same surge of confident, motivative energy as I poured my heart out into the last steps of the dance, my voice reaching out. 

“Not done fightin', I don't fear I've lost 

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feeling, like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up!”

Kasey stepped aside, pulling up to the front of the stage as she and the others danced behind me. I was confused at first, but seeing her encouraging nod gave me the push to keep going. Together, I danced along with my friends as I sang the last set of lyrics to help me focus, my heart pounding in my chest. 

“I'm still fighting, I don't fear I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feelin', like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up!”

The enemy portal shrank smaller and smaller until it blipped into a tiny spec. There was a blink of light before the energy dispersed and sparkled in the sky like a giant firework. It gave us the perfect backdrop as we closed out the song. 

“Can't give up

Can't give, can't give up

Can't give, can't give up

Can't give, can't give up

Can't give up!” 

The music faded and the shimmering spectacle of the exploding portal faded into nothingness, giving way to the stars and the beautiful night sky. I took in deep breaths, my chest rising and falling as I lowered my fist from pounding it into the air with my finishing pose before my friend's dog piled me to the floor of the stage, their cheers and exasperated laughter filling the air. At the same time, Noir and Gwen cut the live broadcast feed and turned off the cameras. 

“Holy shit we actually did it!” Kasey laughed with a beaming smile. 

“That was like something out of an anime, oh my god!” Touga chuckled over Toya’s cackling. 

Hannah hugged me tightly, her thin arms wrapping around me. “We did it, we did it! You were amazing!” 

“Yeah. . .” I exchanged bewildered looks with each of them, the moment slowly processing in my mind before I reached my arms out to pull them all into a group hug. “I love you guys!”

I didn’t know why I was suddenly getting so emotional, but when my friends each returned their own embrace, I felt like my beating heart finally got the chance to slow down. Swift movement caught my ear as I looked up to see Miguel land near us on the stage, his mask evaporating from his face to show off his stunning eyes filled with pride. “It worked!”

“It did!” I beamed. 

When I moved to stand up, I suddenly felt a horrible, aching pain in my ankle as I immediately dropped back down to the floor, whining in pain. “OW!”

My friends immediately backed away, startled. But Miguel moved in, kneeling in front of me but was careful to not completely overshadow my form and gave me room to breathe. “What’s wrong?”

“I think– I think I sprained my ankle.” I hissed, my hand brushing down to find the source of the pain before retracting itself quickly. 

Miguel’s eyes looked me over, his eyes pleading silently before speaking, “May I?”

I nodded and watched as Miguel’s fingers gently, carefully skimmed down the calf of my left leg and as soon as his rough fingers brushed over my ankle, I bit my tongue as I held back a pained groan, fighting the urge to recoil from the touch. “That's definitely a sprain. You’d be screaming in pain if it was broken.”

“Obviously,” I couldn’t help but laugh as I shook my head. ���Out of all of the things that happened tonight, this is what brings me under?”

“I’m glad it was something like this and not worse.” Miguel stated firmly, but a ghost of a relieved smile formed on his lips. 

He carefully stepped around me before gently scooping me up in his arms, and lifted me up from the floor. He held me close to his chest and I pretended to not see Hannah quietly squealing at the action, hiding behind Touga as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

“Lyla tracked your home addresses through your phones,” Miguel spoke as a portal opened up behind my friends. “You’ll have another minute or so before the memory reset takes effect. I’d like you all to be in the safety of your homes when it happens.”

“Thanks for the free ride, Miguel,” Kasey grinned, offering him a salute. “We’ll see you around?”

Miguel offered Kasey a small smile as he nodded. “I’ll be around.”

“Good. After tonight, I think you owe us all a little group dinner night out,” She grinned, “You should come hang out with us sometime.”

“It could be fun.” I encouraged him softly with a soft brush of my fingers against his jawline. 

Miguel chuckled softly at the action before nodding again. “Fair enough. My treat then, just set a date and time.”

“So. . . I guess we’ll see you later?” Toya offered us a small wave. 

“See you later.” I waved back with my own smile. 

See you after your memories are erased and you won’t remember anything that happened tonight. 

One by one, I watched as my friends jumped through the portal. Kasey was the last to leave, offering me one more friendly farewell before following behind the others. The portal closed quickly after her departure. 

“Lyla, what’s the status of the dimensional integrity?” Miguel asked as Lyla’s holographic form appeared beside him. 

“Earth-1218 is slowly stabilizing, Miguel!” Lyla reported with a salute. “Margo and Gabriel will continue to monitor it for the remainder of the night to make sure there’s no setbacks, but all things considered, Project: Reset appears to have worked flawlessly!”

“So. . . no one in my dimension will remember what happened tonight?” I asked Miguel, staring up at him as the rest of the spiders regrouped at our location. 

“No one, except for you,” Miguel confirmed with a nod before his hold on me tightened ever so slightly. “But that doesn’t diminish what you accomplished tonight.”

“You did good kid,” Noir approached, patting my head gently. “Real good.”

I smirked over at him. “Aren’t I older than you?”

“I’d argue I’m more mature and older in spirit!” Noir jabbed playfully. 

“Okay, wise guy,” Gwen came up to his side, nudging his shoulder. “Do you want me to steal and hide your hat again?”

“The technical term is fedora and no!” Noir clutched his hat close to his head, making me laugh. 

“Alright, alright, settle down,” Miguel coaxed the group to ease up with a cautious stare. “I believe our work here is done. Spiders, let's go back home.”

Miguel swiped his finger along the screen of his gizmo, activating another portal. The familiar orange and yellow swirls and hexagons were a comforting sight as Gwen started running a head. 

“I’ll go a head and let Doc know to get a bed ready!” She chimed in. 

“Thank you, Gwen-!” Miguel could barely finish his thanks before Gwen was already through the portal. 

“Kids these days, they can never stay still,” Noir shook his head before running after her, disappearing into the portal. 

With just the two of us remaining, Miguel looked down at me with a softened expression. “You mind if I bring you back? Just so Doc can take a look at you?”

I nodded softly. “That’s fine. I don’t know how a normal doctor would react if two spider costumed people showed up to an ER in the middle of the night.”

“Wouldn’t that just be a regular Saturday night for them?” He grinned back. 

“Oh, hardy har har,” I mocked, rolling my eyes. 

Miguel started walking towards the portal, his arm that held up my shoulders lifting up to bring me closer to his face. “All that said, I really am proud of you, Lisa. You were spectacular, Spider-Muse.”

I grinned back at Miguel, cupping his cheek. “You weren’t so bad yourself, Spider-Man.”

The look he gave me made my heart flutter as his eyes seemed to sparkle just like the stars above. “Come here,” he whispered, before capturing my lips in a tender kiss as we phased through the portal. 

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“Oh I feel so awful for missing it, I just don’t know what happened!” My mother apologized profusely for the umpteenth time as Miguel and I stood with her at the departure gate at JFK international airport. 

It was now the early afternoon the following day since the Marvel Day festival ended, specifically just over 12 hours since myself, my friends and the Spider Society saved my dimension from complete and potential annihilation. 

Miguel’s plan with Project: Reset worked. After Spider-Doc looked me over and gave me some pain meds to sleep it off for a few hours, I woke up to check the news on my phone and for a second I thought I had woken up from a dream. It was like the anomaly invasion never happened, and all the news reported on were highlights of the Marvel Day festivities. 

One of the bigger highlights was The Webslingers performance. 

The firework-like explosion of Harry’s portal was played off as just that. Fireworks and special effects, which was why due to safety reasons, we didn’t have an audience physically with us. Nobody was expecting such a grand display, and as it turned out the animators and special effects crew working behind the scenes were so burnt out from the work that they “didn’t remember doing all of this but must have done it in their sleep”, and since then there’s been a call online to give their industry better pay. 

Honestly, good for them. 

When it came to my friends, when I first woke up this morning, the group chat was lively with reactions to our performance and watching the live playback. According to them, we had celebrated together briefly before we quickly realized I had done something to my ankle. They said they had seen Miguel take me to a nearby hospital and kept them all updated as they had their own little party back at the twin’s penthouse before returning home in the wee hours of the night. 

It was only then did the memory reset really sunk in for me. They really don’t remember anything that actually happened last night. The invasion, Kasey’s kidnapping and rescue, fighting Oscorp with Miguel and the others, seeing my powers in action. . . 

Perhaps it was for the best. 

As for my mom on the other hand, when Miguel and I arrived at her hotel room to check on her, the poor woman was so frazzled. Miguel’s reasoning behind her fainting was due to a sudden episode, or at least that’s what the “doctor’s” had told him when he said he had immediately handed her over to the local authorities to be brought to a nearby emergency room and they had contacted him. She didn’t remember arriving back to the hotel, and so I had explained that after I got my ankle checked out, between her fainting and the medication the nurses gave her, she passed out, and that we personally drove her back to let her rest. 

Speaking of my ankle. 

“And your ankle! Oh, I’m just happy you had Miguel and your friends with you, dear,” Janet hugged me tightly, and for a second I thought she was going to crush me. 

“Mom, I’ll be okay, really!” I reassured her with a gentle laugh as I attempted to return the embrace. “You’re acting like this is the first time I’ve injured myself.”

“I know, I know, it’s just been awhile, that’s all,” She shook her head, pulling away from me as she offered me an apologetic smile. “I know I can always watch your show online, but I would have loved to see the whole thing in person.”

“You showed up mom,” I took her hands in mine, squeezing them tightly. “That’s what matters to me.”

That part wasn’t a lie or made up memory. It was the truth and nothing but the truth. 

“You’ll be alright on your flight home, Janet?” Miguel asked with concern in his eyes. 

“Oh, yes, Miguel, don’t you worry!” Janet smiled reassuringly as she patted her fanny pack. “I’ve got my gravol with me so I won’t even know if I’m feeling sick on the plane as soon as I’m on board.”

“Or as dad liked to call it, the gravol haze?” I teased with a knowing look, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Oh hush you!” Janet glared at me with a playful grin. 

There was an announcement overheard that a certain flight would begin boarding soon. My mom’s eyes lit up as she quickly checked to make sure she had all her bags with her. 

“Oh, I should get going.” She sighed, grabbing her purse as she looked over towards Miguel and I. She had a soft smile on her face before she suddenly looked at me with this look of. . . longing. “But before I leave, honey, may I talk to you for a moment?”

My eyes lit up at the recognition in her words. Growing up I quickly learned if my mother ever gave me that look, she wanted to talk to me in private. Usually it was always something important, so I never kept her waiting. I should know, the first time she ever gave me that look was when she first told me when dad got sick all those years ago. 

“Sure, mom, just don’t miss your boarding time.” I nodded softly before glancing up at Miguel. “Give us a minute?”

“Of course,” Miguel smiled softly as he squeezed my shoulder, leaning in to peck my temple before stepping away. 

Once he was far enough where I convinced myself that he wouldn’t be able to hear our conversation, I stepped closer to my mom. “What’s going on?”

Janet was silent briefly, her eyes shifting as if she were choosing her words carefully. But when she spoke, she was calm and collected. “Would you feel comfortable if. . . if I showed Jin your performance?”

I could feel my nerves become static, my grip on her hands tightening. My pupils went wide, my eyes searching hers to try and find out if she was joking or not. But when it came to my mother, and topics like this, she never joked. 

Other than her updating me on his therapy progress every now and then, I haven’t physically seen or heard from my step-father since I cut contact with him. Just over 2 years ago. But if she could update me on his progress, then I could just as easily update him on mine. 

I want to show him how far I’ve come since then. 

“Sure,” I nodded softly. 

Janet’s eyes lit up in surprise, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor. “Wait, really?!”

I nodded again, squeezing her hands tightly. 

“Oh, that’s great, sweetheart, I’m so happy to hear that!” She even bounced a little in excitement. “He really has been doing better. I think watching it will just be the thing he needs to show him how strong and powerful you are and how far you’ve come. Show him what he’s been missing.”

What she said suddenly made a lump form in my throat, tears swelling in my eyes. “Oh, mom. . .”

“I know, I know, I overdid it,” she grinned, pulling me into another hug. “There’s also one other thing. This one, you don’t have to decide now, if you need time to think about it.”

My heart suddenly skipped a beat as I pulled back, anxiously awaiting to hear what she had to say. “Yes?”

“How would you feel about. . . flying down to Korea for a few days?” Janet suggested, her eye meeting mine with a genuine expression. “To come see him?”

If I thought I was frazzled before, I definitely was now. “When?”

“Anytime you want to, sweetie!” Janet quickly reassured me, squeezing my hands. “Again, it’s entirely up to you, but I was with your step-father for his most recent session and his therapist suggested the idea. He believes Jin is about ready to. . . make amends.”

My eyes widened at that. “And is. . . Jin ready for it?”

“I’m not sure if he’ll know for sure until it happens,” Janet shook her head with uncertainty. “But he does wish to see you. Even just for a few minutes.”

My mind was racing as the multitude of possibilities swarmed in my head. All the things that could go right, or wrong. Why did it feel like one weighed more than the other?

Even still, there was this sudden burning sensation in the pit of my stomach.  I met my mom’s gaze, offering her a small smile as I spoke softly, “I’ll think about it.”

She smiled back at me, holding me close. “Take as long as you need dear. I love you.”

Janet hugged me one last time as another announcement chimed over the speakers. She gathered her bags and I saw her off as she waddled to the security checkpoint. As I lowered my hand from waving at her, Miguel’s footsteps caught my ear as I turned to glance at him. “I’m okay.” I quickly reassured him. 

“Are you sure?” He asked me with a hint of worry in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear from my cheek. 

I nodded softly, leaning into him. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Alright,” Miguel gave me a tight squeeze, kissing the top of my head before he motioned to the side. “Let’s get going, and don’t forget~”

“I know, I know,” I rolled my eyes in an annoyed manner as I reached over to a pillar and grabbed the walking crutch I had left on the side while seeing my mother off. I hooked it under my left armpit, holding Miguel close with my right. “Do I have to keep this cast on for 4 weeks? Didn’t Spider-Doc say this could heal in half the time thanks to the healing factor of the spider powers?”

“Yes, but because of the reset, your friends and family don’t know about your powers anymore,” Miguel reminded gently. “So you have to keep up the façade of being your friendly neighborhood self.”

“Did you just make a Spider-Man joke?” I gawked at Miguel.

Miguel didn’t hide his cheeky grin and I caught a small glimpse of his fangs as he spoke. “Maybe I did.”

I groaned, rolling my eyes again as we stepped out into the main entrance of the airport. “Your–”

“An asshole?” He quickly chimed in, leaning in closer to me. 

I smirked back at him, bringing my hand up from his hand to cup his chin. “My asshole.”

“No lo olvides, mi Mona Lisa.” Miguel's tone was flirtatious as his hand caught the small of my back, his warm breath fanning my lips before he kissed me in the sunshine. - Don't you forget it, my Mona Lisa

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Silk & Cologne (52)

A Miguel O'hara x OC fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 52: Lost - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female Spidersona OC

Words: 3.5K+ words

Warnings: PG for mentions a panic and/or anxiety attack

Summary: The webslingers hatch a plan to rescue Kasey.

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“So Hugh Everett’s theory about other dimensions is legit?” Toya’s eyes were bug eyed wide, as well as Touga and Hannah after I had finished sharing my story. 

I told them everything. From when I got bitten by the spider, Miguel and Peter B. rescued me whilst introducing me to the Spider Society and ultimately joining them to control my new powers. The rest they had pretty much already knew to an extent, as far as me and Miguel dating goes. 

“Pretty much,” I innocently shrug my shoulders. “If there’s another universe that has Spider-Man in someway, shape, or form, it exists.”

“So like a spiderverse?” Touga asks, his fingers waving with a dramatic flare. 

“Spiderverse?” Miguel huffs, crossing his arms over his puffed chest. “The technical term is the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse.”

Everyone gawks in Miguel’s direction, myself included. I clear my throat, offering him a playful smile as I nudge his side. “Soooo, the spiderverse?”

Miguel rolled his eyes, but gave me a ghost of a smirk. “In the simplest of terms I suppose, yes, a spiderverse, if you will,”

“So the characters, er, I guess, those people, everyone we saw was real?” Toya went on, stepping forward as the more he talked, the more calm and relaxed he appeared to be processing all of this. 

Hannah gulps suddenly. “Including the villains?” She shuddered, Touga wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. 

“Especially the villains.” I nodded firmly. 

“So, Chameleon, Vulture, Green Goblin. . .” Touga mumbled as his voice wandered before shaking his head, speaking up. “All of that was real.”

I nodded again.

“But they looked different from what we know of them,” Touga quickly realized, his mind racing thinking back to just mere minutes ago.

“Think of the Multiverse like a giant spider-web, with lots of interconnecting webs and nodes,” Miguel explained, his arm open wide as if mapping it out in his head. “I’d show you my own illustration but time is of the essence.”

“Why are they here?” Hannah asks, her voice a bit more calm with Touga’s presence. 

“They’re after me,” I swallowed, curling my fingers into a fist so tight I thought I’d puncture my skin with my finger nails. “The spider that bit me and gave me my powers came from dimension Earth-1997, home to Harry Osborne who orchestrated this attack.”

My friends eyes lit up with concern and worry, anxiously holding their breath as they waited for us to speak more. 

They’re here because of me. 

“I wanted to wait to tell you a theory of mine, but Spider-Doc’s research confirmed my suspicions,” Migue spoke up as his long fingers trailed down my arms to my fists, uncurling my fingers and intertwining our hands. “Better late than never. Harry was trying to recreate the venom that gave the Spider-Man of his dimension their powers. He made a modification that amplified the specific targets' natural talents and enhanced them. In Lisa’s case, it amplified her athleticism when it came to her dancing, and her voice.”

“Her voice?” Toya repeated with a confused glint in his eyes. 

“My webs glow when I sing, triggering various effects if I use them on someone,” I suddenly became nervous, rubbing the back of my neck with my free hand. It kind of sounds outrageous saying this all out loud here. “I can put my targets to sleep, issue commands, and I uh– triggered them to explode once?”

“Exploding webs?!” Toya exclaimed, eyes wide as Hannah jumped, Touga holding her protectively. 

“I didn’t kill anyone! I only used it against a giant rock monster!” I started, waving my hand reassuringly. 

“You fought rock monsters?” Touga gawked, his grip tightening on Hannah. 

Miguel coughs into the fist of his free hand, regaining everyone’s attention. “Can we stay focused, please? Trying to have an adult conversation, or at least something close to it.”

“Right, sorry, Spider-Man– Miguel, or  Mr. O’hara, er, sir!” Touga apologies before both he and his twin offer Miguel a salute, straightening their posture. 

Hannah glances between them, unsure whether to do the same. I cast her a reassuring glance, waving my hand down. “That’s not a thing in the Society, you don’t need to do that,”

“Please, just call me Miguel,” Miguel nods over to the boys, putting them at ease. “Mr. O’hara was my father. I am not him.” 

“. . . Doesn’t Pavitr call you Mr. O’hara?” I gently remind him, lowering my voice to a whisper. 

Miguel keeps his gaze on my friends, not breaking eye contact as he matches my tone. “I don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. He’s a good kid, so he gets a pass.”

“So does Kasey’s disappearance have something to do with Harry going after you?” Hannah asks me. 

“Yes,” I sighed deeply, lowering my head. “They’ve. . . come after me before.”

“Wait, the attack at your apartment that one time was them?” Hannah’s voice dropped as she covered her mouth and I could see the exact moment when her heart dropped. 

I nodded. “Yes, and now they’re trying to get to me through those closest to me. That’s why they took Kasey and Chameleon disguised himself and took Kasey’s place so I wouldn’t notice.”

“But if you have spider-powers now, wouldn’t your spider-sense warn you if something was up?” Touga asked me, his voice a little hesitant. 

“Truthfully I’m still getting used to how it works exactly,” I shake my head with a grim expression. “I can sense danger right before it happens, but not in the long term it seems.”

But maybe if I could. . .  

I winced, hearing white noise in my ear. An image flashed in my head, but I couldn’t quite catch what it was as I vigorously shook my head. It had to be the stress of all that was happening, at least that’s what I told myself to keep calm. 

I didn’t miss the look Miguel gave me. Could he hear my thoughts through the mental bond he had connected with me? Before he had a chance to talk, Hannah’s voice spoke up and his eyes gazed upon her. 

“So. . . where is Kasey?” Hannah asked me nervously. 

My shoulders slacked as my head hung low. “I have no idea.”

Chameleon had mentioned that he disguised himself long enough for the plan to work. But how long was that even? The day before the show? A week ago? Or when we had that fight?

“Has anyone tried contacting her since you all got here?” Miguel’s eyes wandered between the group, looking at each of us. 

Everyone looked shocked, puzzled as to why they didn’t think to do that before. Myself included. We all whipped out our phones, trying to text, call, even facetime Kasey’s number. But it all went to voicemail. 

“She’s not answering.” Toya shook his head with a frustrated growl. 

“But it went straight to voicemail,” I quickly realized, whipping my gaze to Miguel. “Her phone is still on!”

Miguel nodded, the gears in his head turning as he was one step ahead of me. He pulled away from me, lifting a hand to his gizmo, typing in a command on the touch screen. “Lyla, can you track the signal to see where Kasey’s phone is?” A holographic map of my dimension’s New York appeared before us, my friends surprised gasps could be heard in the back. 

“Sure can!” Lyla beamed happily as her avatar took form on Miguel’s shoulder and the gasps returned, this time louder and more alarmed. “Oh, Lisa, these must be your friends!”

“Introductions later, Lyla, we really need your help.” I insisted. 

“Anyone got a phone charger she can borrow?” Lyla asked as she zipped over towards my friends, studying them. 

“Uh, h-here!” Touga turned back, walking over to the kitchen counter as he pulled a drawer back and pulled out a charger. 

“Thanks,” He handed the charge to me and I found a USB port on the side of my gizmo. 

After connecting the two devices, I dialed Kasey’s number again. My heart dropped deeper and deeper into the pit of my stomach the longer it rang. Loading icons appeared on Lyla’s eyes as she studied the holographic map carefully. Then suddenly she exclaimed before flying over to a part of the map and tapping it with her finger. 

The map zoomed in on the spot before the hologram reconstructed itself and took the shape of a very familiar small island, with a very familiar historical landmark. I cursed under my breath. My knees buckled as I took it all in. “She’s back there?”

The Statue of Liberty. 

“Specifically, here,” Lyla zoomed in on the hologram again, this time, directing it beneath the monument to a series of tunnels and passageways. “I tracked the signal underground.”

“She was beneath us this whole time?” Toya’s jaw dropped as he stepped closer to the holomap, studying the pathway. 

“Are you absolutely sure, Lyla?” Miguel asked the AI, hands on his hips. 

“That’s where the signal is coming from,” Lyla nodded before looking over at Miguel. “It’s not a bad place to keep a hostage.”

Miguel’s stance was collected, calm and his eyes narrowed seriously as he looked back towards me. “What do you want to do?”

My eyes trailed down to my phone, seeing the failed calls and texts to Kasey’s phone before looking back towards the holomap. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and exhaled out of my mouth as I glared at the red dot indicating Kasey’s proximity location. “If there’s even the smallest chance, I have to go.”

“We will go,” Miguel corrected me, stepping to my side as he placed a steady hand to the small of my back. “I’ll call the others, and figure out a plan.”

Footsteps caught my attention as I looked up, seeing Hannah, Touga, and Toya approach the opposite end of the holomap, determined looks on their faces.

“How can we help?” Touga crossed his arms over his chest, offering me a smile. 

“What?” My eyes widened at his offer as I looked between them and Miguel just to check if they were joking. I narrowed my eyes cautiously. “I’m not asking you to put your lives–”

“Oh, we’re not asking, we’re telling,” Toya spoke up with a grin, cracking his knuckles. “We’re a team, remember? The Webslingers?”

I gawked at his words, feeling like I was going to cry right there and then. “Guys. . .”

“Kasey is our friend too, and we want to do everything we can to help.” Hannah stated, appearing a little more calm and confident in herself. 

I looked over towards Miguel. “Well?”

‘We could use the extra help?’ 

Miguel’s eyes narrowed before he sighed, shaking his head lightly as he glanced over to the floor. Hands still on his hips, he glances up to my friends. “It will be dangerous. If we go in there. . . there’s a chance we won't come back out.”

My body froze at that moment, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I thought it was going to burst as I watched my friends exchange looks with one another. The idea that more than Kasey’s life could be at risk, or worse. . . I didn’t want to think about it. The white noise and flickering came back briefly, and I shook my head again as my friends looked up towards Miguel. Determination still painted on their faces. 

“We understand the risks,” Touga spoke as Toya and Hannah nodded their heads. “We’re coming.”

“Then we got some work to do.” Miguel stated as he rose his gizmo to his face. “Spiders, rendezvous at my coordinates. All hands on deck.”

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Operation: Rescue Kasey and save Earth-1218 was a go. 

Avoiding the police and the checkpoints they set up on practically every block leading up to the harbour was a cakewalk, as we navigated across on the rooftops. After dropping down and getting by the patrols, we found the twin’s family yacht. Using cloaking technology on the S.S.Saki to avoid being seen by the Coast Guard, we sailed back to the island under the cover of darkness. 

There was an eerie silence as we sailed across the lake and into the port. To think only mere minutes ago, the place was covered with fire and explosions. I could still smell the ash and smoke from here. 

Not to mention that stupid portal was till glowing and hovering up in the sky like the biggest eyesore. As we navigated closer to the statue, I prayed to any God that would listen to me to not let another villain variant or anomaly pass through and cause more destruction to my home. As far as I could catch through the radio chatter on the police walkies as we snuck by, the villains never left the smaller island and attacked the mainland. 

It was the smallest of blessings, but I didn’t take it for granted. 

“Everyone in position?” Miguel spoke through the gizmo’s commlink. 

Miguel and I had snuck our way to the top of the Statue of liberty to catch a peek at the portal to check if any more villains would be coming through any time soon. Thankfully it didn’t appear so, but the place was crawling with Oscorp guards, the same ones that abducted me back when all of this first started. I had shuddered when I first caught a glimpse of their uniforms. 

“We’re ready to go in when you are, Miguel,” Noir responded. 

Noir would be leading Gwen, and my friends through a back door at the bottom of the statue that led into the underground maintenance facility where the network of tunnels started. Miguel and I would make our way down through the statue itself by the security entrance. Pav, Peter B., Jess, and Hobie were on standby for backup in case we needed it. 

“We go on my signal,” Miguel spoke before he glanced over at me, noticing how my eyes had yet to stray from looking at the portal. “I’ll call you back.”

He hung up the feed, approaching me softly as we stood within the crown of Lady Liberty. 

I had changed into my real, and very much cleaner and not tattered, spider-suit via my gizmo. The nano-technology fit me like a glove as I lowered my head down to look at my mask. My fingers curled tighter around it as a wave of shame and guilt coursed through my body. 

“Something has been eating at you,” Miguel spoke gently. “I can tell.”

“. . . This is all my fault, isn’t it?” My voice was barely a whisper. 

“Mona Lisa, none of this is your fault,” Miguel eagerly insisted, his voice still stern yet gentle as he squeezed my hand in his. 

“But what if it is?” I turned my head to look back at him with worry. “Even if my universe doesn’t actually have a canon like Lyla told you, I still can’t use my powers here. I tried to when I pushed Touga out of the way. I saved him, but I blacked out in that split second.”

Miguel’s eyes softened in sympathy, his fingers squeezing my hands tightly as his thumbs brushed against the fabric of my gloves. “Lisa. . .”

“I should have been more vocal with you with my worry about Harry coming here when you first told me the other week. I trusted you to handle it and I still do, but. . . without my powers, how can I rescue Kasey?” My voice trembled, my heart pounding so loudly in my ears. “How can I protect my home?”

I could see Miguel’s lips moving, but I couldn’t hear him. Everything seemed to blur as the white noise returned, erupting my ears. Spots flickered in my eyes as I began to see things, someone that wasn’t there. 

For a brief moment, someone else took Miguel’s place. First it was Hannah and my eyes widened in fear when it looked like she was beaten up, bloodied even. Then it was Toya, and Touga, then Kasey, and I recoiled, fearing the worst for her. 

“What if they get hurt because of me?” I choked. 

Miguel’s form flickered as he continued to try and talk to me, before I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I saw my mother. I nearly fell to my knees. As if he were shouting from a distance, I could hear Miguel’s muffled cry to me. 

“What if—!” The words were there but I couldn’t get them out as I shut my eyes again, shaking my head. 

But when I looked back, Miguel wasn’t there again. It was a woman, an elderly with snow white hair tied in a bun. She wore a visor with multiple red eyes staring at me, in a long red suit like gown as she sat on a black throne that was covered in webs. 

“What if you’re right? What if my universe won’t accept me as its Spider-Woman because of all of this?” I whimpered, my fingers clutching on to the sides of my head. 

The woman suddenly lunged for me, arms out. 

“Lisa, look at me!” 

But it wasn’t the woman’s voice that came out of her mouth as I shut my eyes feeling someone grabbing on to me, shaking me back into reality. I slowly opened my eyes to see Miguel kneeling before me, his hands on my shoulders as they trembled, as if fighting not to grab me too hard. His eyes poured into mine, his pupils flickering between his normal brown and his powerful red irises as if trying to keep himself calm through all of this. 

“Maybe. . . Maybe I’m wrong. I’ve seen what you can do with these powers and how you’ve used it to protect those around you, to protect me. But even if I am right, I will be there and help you every step of the way. I’ll work with Lyla and the Doc, research and study the spider-venom DNA for anything that can help you to use your powers here and reduce the pain that you’re feeling, because I’m so shocking proud of you, Lisa!”

Slowly the white noise whine down, and I started to hear music? Violins playing a soft, enchanting and also familiar melody. 

“Not done fightin' (no way), I don't fear I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?”

My lips trembled as I looked at him, eyes watering as something warm swelled in my chest. “Miguel. . .” The white noise and voices started to dissipate. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He panted, managing a smile as he laughed. 

I could see his fangs glisten in the moonlight, flashing that signature grin of his as his hands came up to cup my cheeks. He closed the distance between us, his lips crashing into mine in a confident, pulling my flush against him. I was worried that someone might see us, a patrolling guard or another anomaly sneaking through the portal, but when Miguel’s fingers dug into my hair at the back of my head, I melted into his touch completely. 

“Got me feeling (no way), like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up”

His tongue slowly brushed against my bottom lip suddenly, testing the waters, silently asking for permission. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself closer, and I parted my lips. It was brief, only for a few seconds, but I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and massage itself against my own in slow, gentle strokes before Miguel pulled away completely. 

“Your best is enough.” he stated, his fingers brushing stray strands of my hair away from my face. “I’ll do everything in my power to help you save your dimension. You have my word, Lisa.”

There was a look in his eyes, as if he wanted to say more, but he held back, as I stared at him wide eyed. He reached down to the floor, gently plucking my mask that I had dropped during our kiss. Offering it to me with a soft smile, he spoke confidently, “Ready to get to work, Spider-Muse?”

“I'm still fighting, I don't fear I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?”

My gaze flickered between him and the mask as the surroundings around us became more clear to me. I couldn’t hear my heart pounding in my chest anymore as I reached for my mask, taking it from his large fingers. I didn’t hear the voices anymore as I tied my hair back before slipping the mask over my head and pulled my ponytail through the hair opening. 

“Got me feelin' (no way), like it's all too much

I feel beaten (no way), but I can't give up!”

The HUD of my mask came to life as vital signs and data measurements followed my UI menu and the eyelets of my mask glowed to life as I met Miguel’s stare. I reached my hand back out, grasping his and intertwined my fingers tightly with his. “Let’s go save the multiverse together.”

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Silk & Cologne (50)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 50: Marvel - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC

Words: 5.3K+

Warnings: PG-13 for mentions of previous physical/sexual abuse, violence, and intimate soft fluff.

Summary: After a lovely dinner with her mother, Lisa blinks and it's time to perform for Marvel Day!

Special thanks to my friend Tikoy on discord for beta reading!

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“Oh, I’m so excited for your show! You know, growing up she was a huge fan of all those comic book superhero type things,” Janet smiled. 

After exploring the different vendors and stalls for the first day of Marvel Day, by sundown, Miguel and I treated my mother to dinner at a nearby restaurant. The food was great, and thankfully it seemed like my mother had taken my words to heart, making an effort to talk to Miguel. As the night progressed, the pair seemed to be hitting it off so far and I was very relieved.

Keeping his true identity a secret, Miguel went with the original cover story we came up with back when we were chatting with the police after the first fight with Chameleon. Miguel explained to my mother that he worked with an indie tech company outside of the city, and that due to his office’s grueling schedule, we both talked it over and decided instead of ‘driving’ back home whenever we did have time together, I offered for Miguel to spend the night at my place to let him rest. He left out the vise versa of me staying with him at his place, as he sympathized with my mother’s worry about dating again, and we both agreed the idea of me traveling to another dimension to spend it with a guy would definitely freak her out even more. 

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Miguel offered me a side eye’d glance with a smug grin. “A certain comic collection?” 

“It was just the one time, Miguel,” I rolled my eyes as I played with my food. 

“Oh are they about that one guy. . . The one who wore a suit and flew around. You know, the guy they got to play him for the movie was very handsome, though nothing like you, Miguel!” my mother mused happily, her eyes widening at the idea of her daughter’s old childhood interest resurfacing. “What was his name sweetie?” 

I thought I was going to faint as my cheeks flushed, elbows on the table as my hands covered my face to block out Miguel’s teasing expression. “Tony Stark’s Iron Man, mom. . . Robert Downey Jr.,” 

“Really now?” Miguel raised a curious brow, sipping his wine.

“Yes, that’s the one! Lisa had a massive crush on him growing up,” Lisa’s mom giggled. 

“Mom!!” Lisa gawked at her.

“We all did, dear, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Janet reassured me with a motherly grin. “Honestly, I personally think the films have gone down hill since they killed him off.”

“Ah, ah, careful mom,” I pointed a cautious finger at her, my lips forming a playful grin. “Even the walls have ears.”

While I’m pretty sure she was safe and the chances of other patrons in the restaurant having also come from Marvel Day were slim, I relished in the little friendly payback I got when my mother had quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard her. As I continued eating my dinner, I couldn’t shake off the feeling I was being watched. 

“On that note, I’m going to make a quick trip to the ladies room,” Janet excused herself from the table, sitting up before she scurried across the room. 

When she left, I was reaching for my wine glass when I sneaked a glance at Miguel and noticed him staring. “What?”

“Are you alright?” He asked me.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I shrugged, rolling my shoulders as I adjusted my posture. “I’m used to my mom embarrassing me by now,”

A ghost of a smile coursed through Miguel’s lips before they thinned into a firm line. “I was referring to your friends,”

“My friends?” I repeated, turning to face him as I lowered my fork. 

“You were practically glued to your phone earlier today while we were at the hotel until your mother snapped you back into reality,” Miguel gently reminded me, although his voice carried a stern demeanor. “Plus I noticed them leaving you while I waited in line to grab the coffee, especially Kasey.”

My expression softened into a saddened state as my back hunched. “Right, that. . .”

“Lisa, is everything alright with your friends?” Miguel asked me,with concern, his arm reaching out to rest along the back of my chair. 

“Mostly, yeah, it’s just Kasey I’m worried about. . .” I sighed, staring down at my plate.  

“Have you two not spoken since your fight the other day?” Miguel asked, his voice gentle as he tried to not sound overly probing. 

I sighed again, deeper this time. “No,”

Miguel shared his own sigh, shaking his head. “Alright, I know I asked this earlier, but. . . what did Kasey say to you during your fight?”

My pupils went wide at the question, and if I wasn’t already hunched over and we weren’t out in public, I would have curled up into a ball right there and then. “It’s embarrassing. . .”

“Perhaps, but I can tell that it’s clearly been bothering you,” Miguel stated. “Come on, Mona, you’ve always said I can talk to you, so let me return the favor for a change,”

I was hesitant at first, humming in disarray as my gaze flickered between our plates on the table. Long fingers curled around my chin as Miguel gently coaxed me to look up right at him, his thumb brushing along my skin. The look he gave me made me feel like I was going to melt into a puddle. 

“Talk to me, mi corazon,” His voice pleaded softly. - my sweetheart 

I gulped as his hand lowered from my chin. “Just. . . promise me you won’t freak out?”

His pupils dilated, his head pulling back slightly as if to process my request. He nodded. “I promise,”

“Okay,” I nodded gently, looking around briefly to make sure my mother wasn’t coming back yet. “Well. . .”

I leaned in closer towards him and Miguel reciprocated, angling his head so he could hear me over the bustling chatter of the restaurant. 

“Kasey asked me. . . if ‘it was that good’,” I whispered to him, recalling the memory in my mind as I cringed at the thought. 

I could literally sense the moment it registers in Miguel’s mind, the meaning behind those words. His cheeks turn red, whether from anger or being flustered, I couldn’t tell exactly as Miguel pulled away. His fingers curled into the wooden chair, taking a deep breath to compose himself. “Now I understand. . .”

“Are you mad?” I asked him nervously, reaching a hand out to engulf my hand over his in a comforting manner. “Please say no. . .”

Miguel managed one more calming breath, breathing through his nose as his eyes closed shut before opening again. There was the tiniest flicker of his brown eyes shifting to red then back to brown again. “I’m not mad, Lisa, just. . . upset that you went through that alone,”

A small weight was lifted from my shoulders as I sighed in relief. 

“But I also remember you saying that she didn’t mean it, but that it still hurt to hear,” Miguel added as his hand turned over, his fingers curling around my own and squeezing my hand tightly. “What did you mean by that?”

Now more than ever I wanted to shrink into my chair, to stand up and run and hide. But Miguel’s thumb gently rubbed along the skin of my hand, his eyes patiently staring as he waited for me to answer. My cheeks flushed as I fumbled for the words. 

“Well, because. . . we haven’t, you know. . .” I ducked my head down into my shoulders, my cheeks now burning as I noticed the recognition in Miguel’s eyes. “So when she just assumed. . . I snapped. . .”

“I see,” Miguel responded gently, squeezing my hand. 

“I apologized to her earlier, because I didn’t know what she had been going through in her private life and deep down I knew she didn’t mean it. She said so long as our performance tomorrow goes well, in the nicest terms, we’re square, but. . .”

The memory rewound itself in my brain, playing like an old record over and over again. God, I felt so fragile at that moment. Just like I do now. 

“. . . Is that something you want, Lisa?” Miguel suddenly asked me. 

He reached over with his free hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear as I looked up to face him. 

“What?” My voice was barely a whisper. 

“Is that something you’d like to try and. . . pursue with me?” He asked more confidently, “Not now, of course, but in the future?”

My eyes widened at the thought, the idea of Miguel and I being physically intimate with one another. Everything we had tried and done up to this point was. . . magical, as corny as it sounds. But it was the truth. 

“I. . . I would love that, Miguel, but. . .” I smile softly at him before it falters into a frown, my voice hesitating. 

“What’s wrong, Mona?” Miguel asked me, that look of patience never faltering from his face. 

“Nothing! I mean, nothing involving you, of course,” I reassured him with wide eyes as I squeezed his hands. “Miguel. . . you have been so patient with me with this. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve your affection. You’re just. . . amazing, and yet I make myself hesitate because. . .”

Miguel didn’t say anything, his head tilting to the side as his fingers brushed down my hair again. You’ve been so patient with me. 

“When it came to our relationship, Ji-Ho left more than just mental scars, Miguel. . .” I shuddered, lowering my face in shame. 

I could feel the muscles of his hand twitch as Miguel froze. 

Same old Lisa, so snarky and stuck up.

Going to leave a stain here with that Captain America looking buffoon like you did with me in Korea?

I shuddered at his previous threats, my mind filtering back to old memories. I swallowed nervously and without realizing it my hand came up and brushed along my neck as if I sensed someone else’s hand wrapping around it. Threatening to tighten its grip and make me choke. 

I could feel the body heat that radiated from Miguel’s body gain closer in proximity as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “We don’t have to discuss this further if you’re not comfortable. But when you are, I’ll be right here,”

A single stray tear raced down my cheek as I willed myself enough courage to look back up at him, his token of affection releasing me from the dark pit I was falling in. “Thank you, Migs. . .”

“Shall we discuss something else to lighten the mood?” He suggested. 

A tired sigh escaped me, “Yes, please, before my mother sees me,” I reached over for a napkin to dry my cheek. 

Miguel allows me the moment to compose myself as he reaches for his glass. “Tony Stark?” He raised an almost judgemental brow in my direction. “Really?” 

I nearly recoiled as I grabbed my wine glass. “Miguel O’Hara, you’re not jealous are you?” I matched his demeanor, leaning back into my chair as I swirled the wine in my glass. 

“‘Jealous’ is a strong word,” Miguel rolled his eyes. “What do you like about him anyways?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, he’s funny, and I think his suits are cool,”

“Okay, but without the suit, what made Stark so likable for you?” Miguel glanced over at me with a genuinely curious expression, trying to mask his jealousy. 

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist,” I grinned, sipping my wine. 

Miguel immediately shot me a look, eyes widening.

“Don’t give me that look, he said it!” I gaped, trying to hide my snicker.

“Oh he’s a philanthropist alright,” Miguel muttered into his cup. 

I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Easy, guapo, you are way better than Tony Stark. You take off your suit, who are you, Miguel O’Hara?”- handsome

“You mean other than a guy who goes commando?” He whispered in my ear with a toothy grin.

It took everything in me to not spit my drink out, again. “You know what I mean,”

Miguel snickered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Genius, trillionaire, and a handsomely charming philanthropist,” he grinned. “You are stroking my ego so much tonight, it’s honestly adorable,”

“Well first impressions, meeting the parents and all, I know it can be stressful,” I sighed gently as I set my wine glass down on the table. “Just trying to keep your spirits high,”

“Mona Lisa, I’m having a wonderful time. I like your mother, she’s a lovely woman,” Miguel reassured me with a soft expression, his mind beginning to wander as his gaze drifted. “It’s just. . . having another mother figure appear in my life after my own wasn’t exactly. . . the best,”

Something tugged at my heartstrings as I lifted my head up from his shoulder, concern pulsing in my eyes. Family trouble? “Are you okay?”

After briefly hesitating, Miguel nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s just going to take a moment for me to. . . adjust is all. But I swear to you, I enjoy your mother’s company,”

“I’m glad,” I smiled up at him, squeezing his shoulder. “But if you do ever feel uncomfortable at any point or need to step away, you can tell me, okay?”

Miguel’s smile curled as he leaned in, kissing my cheek. “I promise,”

We smiled warmly at one another before returning to our food. 

“Well, all this talk of Stark did make me think of a little passion project of mine,” Miguel’s lips curled into a ghost of a smile. 

“Oh?” My eyes perked up. “What kind?” 

“I had an idea for another suit,” Miguel mused. He quickly peeked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching them or coming up to their table before he pulled back the sleeve of his jacket, revealing his gizmo. He tapped the screen, revealing a small holographic projection of a schematic for the new spider-suit. “Still nanotechnology, but the protective material would be an armour plating,” 

“. . . Is the colour scheme red and gold?” I offered him a playful smirk. 

Miguel shot me a look as if I just insulted him and his genius brain, finding comparisons to the comic book hero simply to annoy the shock out of him. 

Try as I might, I couldn’t hold back my laughter as I lowered my hand from my mouth, “I’m joking, Migs!”

Miguel scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully at me. “If you must know, I was thinking of a white, black, and red colour pallet. This will make Stark’s suit look like a tea kettle,” he grinned.

“That’s a big claim,” I grinned, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“I’m sorry, who did you say was your favourite again?” Miguel gave me a knowing look, as the projection vanished and he leaned into me, wrapping his arm around my back.

“You are, Miguel. My genius, trillionaire, charmingly handsome philanthropist, and Spider-Man,” I smiled, my hands snaking up his chest and caressing his neck. 

“Thought so,” He grinned. 

“Getting cozy again?” A familiar voice approached us.

Miguel’s eyes glanced up suddenly and his pupils went wide. He quickly stole a kiss from me before pulling away, returning to his seat. “Nothing too scandalous.”

Janet sat back down in her chair, giving me a teasing look before she picked up her fork. “Reminds me of back during my work days, I had dinner with Bon Jovi and his wife one night. Couldn’t keep their hands off one another,”

“Mom!” My cheeks flushed as I hunched into my chair. 

My mother erupted with laughter and Miguel’s own hearty chuckle quickly followed after. I looked over at his face, seeing the way he smiled. After realizing how much I loved seeing him smile, I laughed along too. 

//////////

Miguel’s P.O.V. 

After dinner with Lisa and her mother, Janet, they escorted Lisa’s mother back to the hotel she was staying at. Miguel smiled softly as Lisa hugged Janet tightly, saying her goodbyes. It made him reminisce on what might have been with his own mother. 

“I had so much fun tonight,” Janet’s smile was practically beaming as she pulled away to cup Lisa’s face. “Don’t forget the extra suitcase I brought for you, and get plenty of sleep for tomorrow.”

“I promise, mom,” Lisa smiled back, playfully rolling her eyes at the reminder. “Old habits die hard.”

Janet nodded at Lisa before pulling away completely, and looked over towards Miguel. Miguel immediately stiffened, snapping to attention when Janet approached him. To his surprise, she offered him her hand. 

“It was very lovely meeting you, Miguel,” Janet offered Miguel a genuine smile. “I can certainly see why Lisa likes you.”

“Aww, mom. . .” Lisa’s cheeks flushed, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked off to the side. 

Miguel couldn’t help it as a snicker escaped his lips, shaking his head. He reached over and shook Janet’s hand, offering her a warm smile in return. “It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Mrs Kend– ah, Janet, sorry. Lisa has always spoken highly of you. You’ve raised a wonderful woman.”

“I would certainly hope so,” Janet smiled as she glanced over at her daughter with a teasing look. “I didn’t go into early labor for nothing, you know!”

Lisa’s eyes went wide. “Mom!”

“I’m teasing, dear,” Janet’s lips curled wider as she snickered. “You’ll make sure my sweet Lisa gets back home safe, Miguel?”

Miguel couldn’t help himself even more as he laughed, bringing a hand up to his mouth to calm himself down. “Of course, ma’am. I always do,”

“Such a gentleman,” Janet squeezed Miguel’s hand briefly before pulling her own away. “I’ll see you both tomorrow!”

Miguel could still feel his heart pounding in his chest as he drove Lisa back to her apartment. From all accounts, it appeared he had gotten Lisa’s mother’s approval. She genuinely liked him, and that statement alone made Miguel feel so over the moon with relief. 

He helped carry the suitcase into Lisa’s apartment, setting it down on the couch with a grunt. It was surprisingly heavy. “What’s even in here?”

“When my stay in Korea was extended for the foreseeable future at the time, mom packed extra goodies from home for me to try and combat the homesickness,” Lisa explained as she began to unzip the suitcase, pulling the lid open and she gasped. “Oh, yes!!”

“What?” Miguel stepped closer, peering over her shoulder. “What is it?”

It couldn’t be new clothes, she has a closet full of them already. Was it spare medkits? More household items she’ll need to make her everyday life easier?

None of the above. 

“Mama came in clutch!” Lisa squealed, clapping happily. 

The suitcase was filled to the brim with books, video games and a gaming console. 

“No puedo mas,” Miguel grumbled, face palming as he shook his head. - I can’t even 

“Hey, what’s with the judgy face?” Lisa retorted as she grabbed a handful of books, setting them aside. 

“If my brother were here and he saw all of this? If you two are friends now, after this you two would be insufferable,” Miguel huffed, slouching on the couch next to the suitcase.

“Is he a gamer?” Lisa asked with a curious twinkle in her eye as she started to pile the games onto the coffee table. 

“Well he’s not called the ‘King of Virtual Reality’ for nothing,” Miguel shook his head, coming off as a disappointing gesture, but deep down, he was actually proud of his brother’s work. 

“Why didn’t he say so before?” Lisa’s eyes widened. “I should invite him over for a game session sometime,”

“Oh no, I hardly get to see you with these new security measures in place,” Miguel stated as waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “I ain’t sharing.”

“And who’s idea was it for said new security measures?” Lisa narrowed her eyes towards Miguel in a teasing manner.

Miguel rolled his eyes at her as Lisa started to lift the gaming console out of the suitcase and set it by the TV. Miguel’s back straightened as he sat up, watching her fiddle with the console’s wiring. “What are you doing?”

“Setting up the console,” Lisa answered, glancing over at him.

“Um, no?” Miguel shot her a questionable look with an eyebrow raised. “You promised your mom you’d get enough sleep for tomorrow’s show, it’s almost 11pm,”

“But video games!” Lisa sulked, a soft whine escaping her. “I haven’t played this for over a year,”

“Nope,” Miguel exclaimed, shooting up from the couch. “Bedtime,”

“Miguel, what are you–?!” Before Lisa could say anything else, Miguel suddenly scooped up Lisa in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder as he hooked his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “Miguel!!”

“Don’t make me tattle on her,” Miguel grinned, snickering. 

“Miguel, put me down!” Lisa gawked, laughing as her hand smacked against his back. 

All Miguel did was laugh in response as he stalked over to Lisa’s bed, pulling back the curtain. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Miguel reached for Lisa and carefully laid her down on the mattress. His hand cradled the back of her head as Miguel set her down, smiling down at her. 

“Now be my smart girl and get ready for bed, please,” He emphasized, his hands now on either side of her head. 

Lisa’s cheeks flushed at his close proximity. She sighed, looking up into his eyes. “Fine, only because you said please.”

“Thank you, mi Mona Lisa,” Miguel’s face softened as he chuckled, his fingers brushing some hair away from her face. 

As he looked at her, at that moment all he could think of was the one question he asked her during dinner.   

Is that something you want? 

The idea of getting to that point with her. . . Going all the way. . .

It caused Miguel’s heart to burn, turning his blood hot as he stared at her with such love and longing. But he also knew that he couldn’t rush into it. As tender as this moment was right now. 

Ji-Ho left more than just mental scars, Miguel. . . 

That arrogant bastard. Miguel swore an oath to himself right there and then, that when the time came when Lisa felt she was ready to be physical with him, he’d make it special for her. He promised himself that he’d make up for the precious lost time and wasted memories that befell on her. Miguel would do everything in his power to make it so magical, the very essence of that k-pop wannabe will be erased from Lisa’s mind for the rest of her life. 

Miguel lowered his head, first kissing Lisa’s forehead before his lips trailed down her face. His soft touches made Lisa squirm, giggling before his lips finally found hers. The kiss he planted on her lips was slow, tender and sweet, and judging by the enamored gaze Lisa was giving him, the look he gave her as he pulled away sent chills down her spine. 

As it did for him.

“Your mother isn’t the only one looking forward to seeing you on that stage,” Miguel grinned as he pulled away. 

Lisa’s eyes widened, sparkling in delight as she sat up. “You’ll be there,”

A portal opened up behind Miguel as he offered Lisa a proud grin. “I wouldn’t miss it for the multiverse,”

////////

Lisa’s P.O.V. 

I barely slept a wink last night. It was a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and the overwhelming urge to just scream that kept me up. Even now as I stood backstage, preparing myself to walk out on that stage in front of all of those people, and on live television for the first time in so long, I wanted to scream. It was finally happening. 

I took one more peek past the curtain, watching as METRO BOOMIN who had just moments ago walked out on stage to introduce himself to the crowd, hyped them up with this upcoming song. His new song, the one that my friends and I would be performing to. I scanned the crowd, and smiled when I saw two familiar faces. 

Miguel and my mother. 

My fingers curled, holding my fist close to my chest. This was for them. For Miguel, my mom. . . and for dad. I looked up into the sky, wondering if he was watching me right now. But perhaps not just them. . . if Jin was watching too, I could show him how much I’ve grown since camp. 

Footsteps caught my ear as I lowered my fidgeting hands and turned, finding my friends approaching me. We were all dressed in our spider costumes. We worked hard, we practiced and we trained for this very moment. To show the world what we could do. 

“Is everyone ready?” I asked them, trying to sound encouraging. 

“You bet!” Hannah cheered.

“Let’s rock their socks off!” Touga cheered, his brother jumping up and down to psych himself up. 

I looked over towards Kasey, who had decided to remain quiet since our last conversation, at least towards me anyways. From meeting up with the others to get to the venue before the event security guards invited the public, to changing into our costumes and doing our warm up exercises, she hadn’t said a word to me.

She looked between the three of us before nodding softly. “Let’s do it,”

I offered her a soft, small smile as I extended my fist. “Webslingers on 3?”

One by one, they brought their fists into the little circle, our knuckles brushing against one another. “1, 2, 3, Webslingers!”

We shot our hands into the air, laughing and cheering. 

“Alright ya’ll, this is a brand new song I got in store for tonight, and I won’t be doing it alone. Give it up for New York’s very own. . . WEBSLINGERS!” METRO BOOMIN’s voice echoed through his microphone. 

“That’s our que!” Hannah’s cheery voice sang as she ushered us to move. 

One by one, we made our way out to the stage, the audience showering us with welcoming applause. After offering bright smiles and wide waves, we each took our positions on the stage before I signaled METRO that we were ready. 

“Let’s get to it!” He cheered. 

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

A chorus of violins coursed through Miguel’s ears, playing a pleasant and angelic like melody. One by one, spotlights shined on Lisa and her friends as they began to move, as if they were being whisked away like clouds. 

“Not done fightin', I don't feel I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feeling like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up~”

The bass kicked in, and the crowd began to howl and cheer in anticipation, getting a feel for the rhythm and the beat. Miguel swayed with them, glancing down at Janet who had a proud look on her face, eyes watering as she couldn’t steer her gaze off of Lisa, and never could he. The song, its lyrics, its melody, entrapped them.

It was as good as Lisa had promised him it would be.

“I'm still fightin' (Metro), I don't feel I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feelin' like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up~”

The crowd cheered as the lights kicked back up again, Lisa and her friends literally jumping into the next set as the electric drums pedal guided them with the beat. Lisa and the girls hung back while the twins Toya and Touga stepped up with their duo choreography. 

“Uh, wakin' up, feelin' like the thankful one

Count up my ones, lacin' up my favorite 1's

One of a kind, one of one, the only one

Got one shot and one chance to take it once~”

Their movements were so fluid, for a brief moment Miguel wondered if they were even truly human. The crowd cheered them on as their bodies seemed to swerve, leaning into their next set of moves. His gizmo started to go off, and he almost didn’t notice it due to the strobelights and the loud bass pounding in his ears.

“Kiss my mama on the forehead, 'fore I get the code red

'Cause I was born, bred to go in, toast red

And swing by four-ten, beef patty, cornbread

In the concrete jungle, where my home is!”

As Hannah jumped in to join the twins, Miguel glanced down at his gizmo. He noticed Spider-Byte’s caller ID and his eyes flared. He brought his wrist up towards his face, his finger swiping left to answer. “Margo?”

“Miguel, the scanners are fluctuating again, they're off the charts!,” Margo’s voice filtered through the com-link, filled with worry. “I think something big is about to happen,”

Miguel’s eyes immediately began looking around, his infrared scanner embedded into his sunglasses powering on. “Lyla, where is everyone?”

“Pinging you their locations now!” Lyla’s voice echoed in his ears as one by one, Lyla located Spider-Noir, Webslinger, Gwen, and Peter B. Some were hiding among the cosplay crowd, while others were covertly among the shadows. 

He initially had only asked Spider-Noir and Webslinger to keep watch. But Miguel had a weird gut feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling that kept nagging him all night that something just didn’t sit right, and that this wouldn’t go well. 

He hated being right. 

“All get focused, all range of toast is

The nickname, Mr. Keen-To-Do-the-Mostest

I was livin' down bad in my folks crib

Now I'm laughin' to the bank and the joke is (no way)

Did more things than folks did or folks get

We've been gettin' this fly since some poor kids

My rich friends and my broke friends co-exist

They love to mix and we know what it is~”

What sounded like lightning crackling, followed by a loud roar of thunder caught Miguel’s ears as his gaze immediately shot upward into the night sky. Just above the Statue of Liberty, sparks flew as before his very eyes, a portal opened up. 

Oh shock! 

“Team move in,” Miguel commanded. “Lyla, call in backup. Send in anyone you can get a hold of!”

/////////

Lisa’s P.O.V. 

The sound of a loud crackling of thunder and lighting made me jump and the music came to a screeching halt. My friends and I looked up towards the sky, in fact everyone did. My body froze, standing in shock as I watched a multiversal portal open up above us. 

But not from the Spider-Society. 

“AYO, EVERYONE EVACUATE!” METRO BOOMIN yelled out into the crowd. 

Harry. . . he was back, only this time he wasn’t sending a Russian spy to take me in. 

Toya grabbed Hannah, pulling her to the back of the stage. Touga reached for me, but I leapt out of his grasp as I went straight for Kasey, as she stood as calm as the wind, observing the portal with an almost blank stare. 

“Kasey!!” I called out to her.

When she slowly turned to face me, her hand reaching for her cheek, I froze in place, Touga right behind me. 

“Well, Miss Lisa,” Kasey’s lips suddenly curled into a dark smile as her fingers dug into her skin. 

The gasp that left me felt like I had been punched in the gut as Touga instinctively grabbed me, stepping in front of me as I watched in pure horror as Chameleon ripped off the face mask and removed his disguise. 

“Mr. Osborn’s stage is finally set, and it’s time to put on the show,” 

Kasey. . . where was Kasey?!

“What. . . where is she?” I was desperately searching for my voice as the crowd shrieked at the man now standing before them. 

Chameleon laughed at the question, tossing the face mask aside. I could hear Hannah screaming from behind me, Toya hugging her tightly. Toya muttered a curse in his native tongue, eyes widening, but he didn’t falter. 

Not even when Chameleon whipped out a gun and opened fire directly at him, and in that split second, I blanked out. 

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Silk & Cologne (3)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - AO3 link (X)

Chapter 3 - Introductions - Previous Chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.4K+ words

Rating: PG - For slowburn fluff, made up spider-medical jumbo and depictions of body shaking/reactions. 

Summary: Miguel brings Lisa back to the Spider-Society to receive medical attention. 

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Miguel and Peter B. decided to split up. Peter B. would take the unconscious guards back to their dimension to stop them from glitching and causing a rift in the canon event and their dimension from potentially collapsing, while Miguel escorted the bitten woman back to HQ. 

Miguel carried the woman in his arms as he rushed through the portal, informing Lyla to have Spider-Doctor prepare the sick bay for his arrival. He could hear her pain, mumbling in her sleep. It appeared she was still experiencing the side effects of the transformation. Her head rolled around her shoulders to lean against his bicep, the touch causing Migel to look down at her briefly as he breezed through the Going Home facility, not even glancing at Spider-Byte as she yelled out, “What happened?!” 

Miguel’s expression remained stoic and serious as he kept running down the hall, passed the multitude of Spider-Persons who looked on with a mixture of confusion and concern and there were some who gladly stepped out of his way so he could continue on with no issue. Although he couldn’t help it, there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Of all the dimensions in the multiverse, nothing was supposed to happen in Earth-1218. Nothing of this magnitude, and now an innocent civilian was bitten and he blamed himself for it. 

He’d to make it right. By any means. Like he always did. 

He ran through the automatic doors of the medical bay, his mask destabilizing as he caught his breath, looking around frantically. “Doc?” 

“Over here, Miguel!” A Spider-Man wearing a lab coat and stethoscope around his neck waved him over towards a free bed. 

Miguel jogged over, setting the woman down gently as the Doctor attached some IV’s to her and dabbed a wet washcloth on her forehead to clean the sweat off her. 

“How long has she been like this?” The Doctor asked. 

“Almost two hours, I believe,” Miguel nodded slowly as he ran the numbers in his head, reliving the events over and over to make sure he was accurate. 

“Doesn’t like a female Parker,” Spider-Doc commented as he checked for swelling or bruising along her skin. “What dimension is she from?”  

“Earth-1218,” Miguel hissed with a ping of disappointment in his voice. 

“What?!” The Doc’s eyes widened through the mask. “But I thought with their dimensions physics and laws..?”

“It’s not supposed to happen, to never happen in fact, tienes razón,” Miguel sighed with his hands on his hips. “But it did. A Spider from another dimension escaped into that one,” - You’re right. 

“Do you still have it?” Doc asked with a sense of eagerness. “We could analyze it. We don’t know how the venom will react with her body from a dimension so pure,” 

Miguel reached into his suit, pulling out the small case with the dead spider in it as he handed it to the doctor. “Their Oscorp scientist mentioned that extracting the venom could kill her if she loses too much blood. I don’t want to imagine what will happen if it stays inside her and reacts horribly,” 

“My fluids will help her body fight any infection, but I think I can formulate a blood transfusion with her blood and the spider to create an antidote to stabilize her. She’ll have the venom, but it won’t kill her,” he explained as the eyes of his mask came to life, scanning and analyzing the spider. 

“Do whatever you need to do. I’m not having anyone die on me,” Miguel commanded with a firm point to the woman. 

“I’ll get started right away!” Spider-Doc carefully extracted a drop of blood from the woman’s arm, carrying the blood sample and the spider to his work station. 

As he worked, Miguel looked down towards the woman, watching her as she groaned, through the pain. He had no idea if she was even coherent enough to know what was happening around her.

He took a quick glance of her form and noticed her hand began to twitch. Sparks flew as her fingers and skin morphed into different shapes and colours as she hissed violently from the pain before returning to normal. She was glitching. 

“Someone get me a day pass, now!” He barked an order. 

One of the nurses ran over, grabbing one from a bin and handing it to him. He snatched it with his fingers before slipping it on the woman’s wrists, snapping it tightly on. The glitching immediately seized as the woman breathed heavily. Miguel began to pull his hands away, but almost instinctively, the woman’s fingers latched on to him for dear life. 

“What’s— happening?” She panted through the pain, struggling to open her eyes. 

Miguel saw something flash before his eyes and his first immediate thought was to yank his hand away out of fear, snarling. But hearing the pain in her voice. . . She was scared. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t her fault. 

“Just. . . Hang on. Just a little longer,” he breathed as he tried to relax himself. He pulled one hand away from her arm, but allowed his fingers to stay intertwined with the other. 

Maybe it was the sympathy talking, witnessing an innocent woman go through such pain.  But he didn’t pull away. He couldn’t. 

“Miguel!” Peter B. came running into the medbay, jogging towards him. “We got another problem with the mission,” 

“What kind of problem?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. 

“Those guards we took down? They never glitched when they were in Earth-1218,” Peter stated as he pulled out a chunk of worn out day passes from his pockets. “They were wearing these,” 

“Day passes?” Miguel gawked at the sight as he tried to control his anger. His breath hissing as his hand squeezed the woman’s fingers, but not too tightly. “How did they get those?” 

“I don’t know,” Peter B. shook his head. “I think. . . There’s a mole in the Society. I’ve asked Byte to look into it,” 

“A spy? Someone is foolish enough to pull something like this from under me?” Miguel growled as he could sense his anger building, and only then did he remove his hand from the girl’s fingers before clutching them into a fist. 

“Hey, hey, hey, easy! It’s just a theory,” Peter B waved his hands frantically. “Someone could have accidentally taken more than one and dropped them?”

“Considering the security protocols I put in place, I find that very hard to believe, Peter,” Miguel snarled, cursing under his breath. “Is this another one of Hobie’s stupid pranks?”

He tried to keep his voice down out of respect for Spider-Doc who was hard at work on the antidote, and the woman who was slumbering on the bed next to him. 

“Whoa, okay, switching the ketchup vendors with hot sauce, maybe, but slipping day passes to villains in other dimensions is straight up evil, Miguel, come on,” Peter B. shook his head tiredly. While he understood why Miguel would accuse him, Hobie did like causing trouble once in a while but never to that extreme. “He’d never do that,”

“I hope you’re right,” Miguel responded with a seething breath out of his nose. “Have Margo inform me as soon as she hears something,”

Peter B. nodded at his boss before he looked down at the woman. He saw the bandage on her hand where the spider bite came from as he listened to her pained mumbling. “Yeah, I’m definitely glad I didn’t bring MayDay over today,” 

“I got it!” Spider-Doc came running back, holding a vial of a colourful liquid. “I got the antidote!”

“You were quick,” Miguel commented with an impressed raised of his brow. 

“I am when it comes to potentially saving the lives of my patients,” He proclaimed. “Now this could get a little messy. Miguel, hold her down on your side, Peter, on the other, and gently please,”

The two Spider-Men did as they were told, each taking a gentle hold of the girl's shoulder and arms as the Doctor poured the antidote into her I pouch. They all watched with bated breath as the liquid seeped its way down the tube and into the woman’s body. 

“She’ll have a slight reaction, but this will help stabilize the venom,” The Doc explained as he brought out a monitor for her vitals. 

Miguel and Peter B. watched her closely before suddenly her body started to shake. Her fingers curled into fists as the sensors started beeping and while in her sleep, it was as if she were trying to physically fight the antidote as Miguel and Peter B. kept her pressed down on the bed. 

“This is slight?!” Peter B.’s voice strained as he tightened his grip ever so slightly. 

“Now’s not the time for jokes,” Miguel growled as the hand that was on her arm carefully moved to her waist as he pressed down on it gently. He watched the way her mouth twitched, wanting to speak, scream, do something. “No luches contra eso. Abrázalo,” - Don’t fight it. Embrace it.

He glanced up at the monitor as one side displayed a visual projection of the antidote coursing through her bloodstream, while the other showed her vitals as they slowly went back into the green. 

“It’s working! She’s stabilizing!” Spider-Doc gasped. 

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I felt like I was trapped in some sort of weird nightmare. I was running, and then I fell through the floor and into what I assumed was water, but it tasted awful, almost like poison. I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper. I tried to swim back up to the surface but it was like I wasn’t making any progress. I was just stuck. 

Am I dying? Is this how it ends?

“No luches contra eso,” 

I stopped when I heard the voice. It was slightly muffled, but. . . I knew that voice. It sounded like it was one of the Spider-Men that saved me. 

“¡Abrázalo!” The voice spoke up more clearly again. 

It really was him! I remembered seeing his face before I passed out. His strong posture, chiseled cheekbones and jawline, his hair and those eyes. . . 

“Wake up,” 

I stopped trying to swim. My brain and body embraced it all, and I quickly realized it really was a dream. That I wasn’t drowning. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Slowly, it was like the liquid drained and I stood on solid ground once again and as I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with a blinding light. 

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I opened my eyes to find myself in a hospital bed. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the harsh lighting, but everything was coming out so blurry. I could see there were people around me, but I could hardly see them. 

“What— what’s going on?” I slowly reached my hands up to my face, taking my glasses off and my vision cleared. 

Standing before me were Spider-Man, the navy blue Spider-Man who I realized was more bulky and taller looking than the original, and then there was another classic Spider-Man except he wore a doctor’s uniform. 

“Ha, ha, you’re awake!” The Spider-Doc quickly switched places with Spider-Man as he brought out a flashlight pen, carefully flashing it in my eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Um. . . kinda weird, but, okay, I think?” I mumbled softly as I was adjusting to everything I was clearly seeing around me as the doctor pulled away. 

I glanced down at my glasses, completely dumbfounded. I had to wear them for years but now it’s as if I can see perfectly without them. 

I heard a quiet laugh as I looked over towards the classic Spider-Man as he removed his mask, revealing a white skinned male with short brown hair, a faint stubble beard and green eyes. “The glasses thing got me too,” 

I stared at him briefly, my mind still coming to terms if that was actually who I was seeing and speaking to. “Peter. . . Parker?”

“Peter B. Parker, ma’am,” He introduced himself with a wave. 

I looked up towards the Spider-Doc and our eyes met briefly. “Also, Peter Parker?” I asked slowly. 

He nodded gently before typing away at a console to log his results. I then slowly turned and came face to face with the other Spider-Man that saved me. He looked completely different than the others. Different person, different suit. “Not Peter Parker?”

A small scoff groaned from his lips, but there was a very faint smile on his face. As if he were relieved. “Not Peter Parker,”

“Who are you?” I asked him softly. 

“I am Miguel O’hara,” Miguel introduced himself with a polite nod, “Spider-Man 2099,”

“2099? Like in the future? Are we in the future?” I asked him, my eyes widening at the notion. 

“We’re in my dimension's future,” Miguel clarified. “Your name is–?”

“Lisa. . .” I spoke slowly. “Lisa Kendrick,”

“Well then, Miss Lisa, welcome to Earth 928, Miguel’s dimension,” Peter smiled. 

“Wait,” I exchanged looks between the two. “You’re saying. . . we’re not still in New York?”

“Not your New York of Earth-1218, unfortunately,” Miguel answered. 

“So, I’m really in another dimension? This is all real?” I asked, my breathing slowly turning into panting. 

“As real as it can get. Don’t know how else to explain it,” Peter B. nodded. 

I exchanged one more look between the two before I stared back down at my glasses, clutching them tightly. 

“I know, this must be a lot to process and take in,” Miguel started as he leaned into his chair, his arms resting against his thighs. “But if you’ll allow me, I can explain everything in more detail when you’re cleared by our doctor–” 

A loud gurgle from my stomach stopped Miguel from speaking any further as his eyes instantly went to my face to see my expression had morph, and my skin began to turn green. 

“Oh, I know that look,” Spider-Doc strained as he reached for something. “Bucket!!”

He grabbed a bucket and handed it over to me, trading my glasses for it as I hunched over, putting my head into it as I barfed inside. The noise I made was loud and grotesque as both Miguel and Peter B. Parker recoiled back. 

“We got a barfer, I’ll get another washcloth,” Peter B. stood up as he scampered across the room to the supply shelf. 

I breathed in and out heavily as my cheeks burned from the embarrassment of what I just did in front of them, and when I gaze found Miguel’s again, realizing he didn’t leave with Peter and continued to watch me, my blush turned darker as I suddenly felt the urge to hide my face in the bucket. 

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Silk & Cologne (57)

A Miguel O'hara x OC fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 57: Destiny - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female Spidersona OC

Words: 2.8K+ words

Warnings: PG for fluff then slight angst, then back to fluff again

Summary: Lisa asks Miguel a question

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“Miguel, this is ridiculous!”

Miguel had stayed true to his promise, or as I liked to call it a threat, of him carrying me around with him as he continued his work at HQ.

There I was clinging to his body with the small, prickling fear of him dropping me at any point in the back of my mind, despite the fact Miguel had reassured me multiple times that he wouldn’t. I could hear the smugness of his laughter, picturing his charming smile on that handsome face of his. I clung to his chest, my arms secured around his neck, my legs at his waist, as Miguel went about his work day as if things were completely normal. 

“You’re ridiculous!” I whined. 

“Oh, I’m ridiculous?” He snickered, the grip of his large hand tightening around my waist as we entered his lab. 

Most of the afternoon wasn’t too bad, but him carrying me through the cafeteria as he picked up dinner for us had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my time here in the Spider-Society, shock, even my life. I hid my face as Spider-Chef made a kids meal joke at me, my cheeks burning and I couldn’t look anyone else in the eye after that. 

“Yes, you are!” I huffed, burying my face into his collarbone.  

Miguel laughed again as I felt him move a leg up and stepped upward onto the platform of his work station. It rocked slightly before beginning its ascent into the air. After taking a few steps forward, Miguel started lowering me and for a brief moment my heart fluttered until he set me down at the edge of a table, and leaned back slightly. 

He gave me a good long look before dangling the bag in front of me. “Are you going to behave while I get the rest of my work done?”

I huffed with a playful grin, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not a child, Miguel, you don’t have to bribe me with food.”

“But you look so cute when you pout like that.” Miguel’s gaze flickered to a teasing glare as his head inched closer towards mine. “Mi princesa~” - My princess 

My heart fluttered when he looked at me like that, and I could feel my palms sweat as I reached up for the bag and took it from his hand. “I’ll still take it, but this doesn’t mean I’m proving you right.”

“Of course not, smart girl.” Miguel gave me a wink and with a wave of his hand, summoned a horde of holographic screens around him. 

I munched on my food quietly as Miguel worked and on occasion would pass him along some of his meal or drink to make sure he was eating too, not entirely consumed by his work. After a few minutes, the bag was empty and I was sipping the last of my drink when my daydreaming gaze strayed from looking at the insignia on his chest and went up to his face. 

“What are you working on?” I asked him. 

“Just. . . reviewing some recon reports.” He answered after a brief pause, his eyes never straying from the one screen he looked at. 

At that point my legs had retreated from his waist, still at his sides, though now just dangling from the table as they swayed up and down. I took another sip of my drink before speaking up again. 

“Recon on more anomaly sightings?” 

“Among other things, but yes.” Miguel nodded softly as he swiped a screen away and brought another one closer. 

The silence that followed was so thick you could cut it with a knife. A voice in the back of my mind kept nagging me over, and over again, begging me to just ask him. Something didn’t feel right. “This anomaly recon wouldn't happen to involve a lady with a red dress and tactical visor with psychic powers?” 

Miguel stopped typing, and his silence was even louder than the ominous noises throughout his lab. He didn’t turn to look at me as he formulated an answer. At that moment, all I could think of was our previous exchange that one morning while looking out into the sunset. 

“You’re starting to pick up my ques. I may not be able to hide stuff from you anymore.”

“You want to hide things?”

I swallowed, anxiously awaiting for Miguel to speak up. 

He sighed deeply, shutting his eyes briefly after his iris’s flickered between the red and brown colour palette before he settled his gaze on me. “I really am that obvious, aren’t I?”

“You’re looking for Madame Web?” I asked him. 

He nods. “I am.”

“Is it because you. . .” I could feel my heart ping with hurt at even thinking of the accusation, but before I could withdraw, the words fluttered from my lips. “Didn’t trust me?”

Miguel’s eyes went wide as his head reeled back briefly to process what he had heard. “Of course not, mi Mona Lisa.”

“Then why the secrecy?” I asked him, my grip on my drink tightening  and for a moment I thought I was going to crush it. 

“I just. . .” Miguel shook his head, trying to get his thoughts in order as he gently took the cup out of my grasp and set it aside, gently placing his hands on my shoulders. “I don’t like how she’s been so quiet since the Invasion. I don’t like how she hasn’t reached out to you again, and I know you’ve been wanting to talk to her. . .”

“Miguel. . .” My voice and gaze softened as I looked at him, feeling the gentle caress of his fingers as they kneaded my shoulders. 

“I was worried about you, and not only that, but. . .” Miguel’s grip tightened on my shoulder lightly before easing up to caress my cheeks. “I wanted to reach out to her too.”

“You can’t. . .?” The sentence faded from my mouth as my brain processed what he had meant. 

“I’m not like the others, remember?” Miguel offered her a small, sad, yet sympathetic smile as his thumb brushed up and down her cheek. ‘I don’t always like what I have to do. . .”

The others, as in the other Spider People, as in Peter Parker. They got bitten by a radioactive spider to get their powers. Miguel didn’t. He got his powers through DNA splicing. 

“I’m sorry for pushing.” I spoke softly, and when I tried to lower my head, Miguel’s grip was gentle as he coaxed me to keep looking at him, his gaze soft as he stared into my eyes. 

“Why are you apologizing?” He responded, a hint of pain in his voice. “I’m the one who should be apologizing, not you.”

He brushed a hand through my hair before pulling me into his embrace, closing the distance and standing in between my legs as his presence consumed every part of me, sight, smell, and touch. 

“What can I do to make it up to you?” He asked me. 

After briefly burying my face in the crock of his neck, I pulled away slightly. “Show it to me again? The spiderverse?”

Miguel pulled back completely, his grip delicately pulling me along with him as I was brought up from the table, standing on my own two feet as Miguel held me close to him. “Lyla, do the thing, and ensure we’re not disturbed.”

“Okie dokie, boss.” Lyla’s voice chirped up across the room and the low lighting seemed to dim darker. 

I remembered it like it was yesterday. How a white light dripped down like water and sprouted a large tree and the branches of that tree stretched out and out into webs. Beautiful spider webs filled with life and destiny. 

Miguel tucked a strong arm around my shoulders as I looked up into the multiverse, admiring all the different webs and the stories they told. Some bad, some good, though right now I was more leaning towards the good. I glanced over and I found my dimension. 

“It’s beautiful.” I whispered, my hand squeezing Miguel’s. 

The pulsing fluorescent blue webbing was vibrant, breathtaking to look at. When Miguel first showed me this, there were white crackling sparks stretching all around it. He had described it as my universe trying to repair itself and determine whether it would accept me as a real superhero, its own Spider-Woman. 

Now, thanks in part to Madam Web, and our friends stopping the invasion, the white threads seemed to have meld with the blue, pulsing in harmony, and there were flashes of images within the webbing. Images of. . .

“That’s me-!” I realized, speaking a loud as I inched closer. 

“That’s you.” Miguel’s own voice was soft as he stayed close, not being too far behind me. 

The images showed me fighting Dr. Octavious, protecting Touga from Chameleon, fighting Chameleon when he attacked me in my apartment, my Spider-Man research, and the moment when I first got bitten by the spider. They also showed images from my past before I got my powers. Growing up in Toronto, losing my. . . dad, meeting Jin, and going to Korea. 

It made me think back to what my mom had asked me about back at the airport, and something I had been thinking quietly to myself since then. 

“Hey,” I gently called out to Miguel as I turned to face him. “I wanted to talk to you about something else.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked me, his arm tightening its grip slightly. 

“Remember back at the airport, my mom wanted to talk to me privately before catching her flight?” I reminded him. 

He nodded. “Yeah, what about it?”

I took a deep breath to compose myself, using Miguel’s body as an anchor to still me. “She asked me about potentially. . . flying over to Korea to visit the family, and. . . see my step-father.”

I could see his expression change suddenly. It was a fraction of a change, but it was there and it was loud. His eyes widened as tucked me closer, both arms wrapped around me as he looked down at me, giving me his full attention. “How do you feel about it?”

“I’m. . . actually thinking about going.” I stated softly, and my nerves seemed to settle a bit as I officially came to that conclusion. 

“You’ll go see him?” Miguel asked me. 

I nodded softly. Being there, sitting with him, mom, and just talking. I knew it had been overdue, but even the idea of it seemed hard, and scary. So I imagined someone else in that room with me. 

“Will you come with me?” I asked him. 

I could feel his body tense against me. He seemed to stare at me, searching my face long and hard. I was worried I was asking for too much. He had a whole secret organization to run, would he even have the time to come away with me for a few days, or longer?

But before I could back pedal and take it back, Miguel kept me in place as he said. “Yes.”

My eyes went wide and my body tensed, nerves going haywire. “You will?”

“If you want me to come as support, then I’ll do it.” Miguel stated, his lips curling into a small ghost of a smile. “I’ll ask Jess and Lyla to handle things while we’re gone. You’ve shown me so much kindness, patience, and have been there for me, so let me pay you back in kind. Lisa. . . you’re important to me.”

Those words, the fast few especially, hit me like a flood and it took all my willpower to not crumble in his arms. 

“If it really means that much, I’ll go with you.” He inched his head closer, pressing a gentle peck to my forehead, “Okay?”

My lip quivered as I nodded softly. “Okay.

“I briefly caught the ending of your and Pav’s performance.” Miguel commented sweetly, changing the subject to calm me down whilst tucking some of my hair behind my ear. “You were wonderful.”

“Thanks,” I smiled softly at him. “Pav was really nervous, but I think he’s really getting it down.”

“I didn’t recognize the song. Is it new?” He asked me. “I liked the tune.”

“It’s been around since last year.” I nodded my head, eyes wandering as I rambled. “The melody is traditional Korean with a mixture of Caribbean sounds. The song in general sounds really pretty but once you learn and analyze the lyrics, it’s actually a song about overcoming a toxic relationship.”

“Oh.” Miguel’s pupils went wide. “That’s kind of depressing. Sorry I asked. . .”

I chuckled lightly, shaking my head to reassure him. “No, no, it’s okay. A lot of people still like it.”

“Are you speaking from personal experience?” Miguel asked me with a genuinely curious glint in his eyes. 

“Personal experience as in I like the song or as in I can relate to overcoming a toxic relationship with a certain idol?” I rose a matching brow. 

“I believe it’s the latter, but I’d say they are a certain ‘revolt' at the sight of them’ idol.” Miguel clarified with a mixture of playfulness and naughtiness in his voice.  

“Ah yes, my mistake.” I giggled softly, rolling my eyes. 

Miguel laughed along with me before he settled, his hands lowering to grasp my waist gently. “Would you show it to me?”

“You want me to dance it for you?” I asked with surprise. 

“I was thinking. . .” Miguel’s voice wandered as he kept a hand at my waist, the other trailing up to my arm as he extended it out and held my hand. “I’d dance it with you.”

“Really?” I thought my eyes were going to bulge out of its sockets. 

Miguel gave me a sweet smile, his fangs glistening in the low lighting. “Why not? It would help with practicing for Petra’s ball.”

I gasped, my heart skipping a beat as I squeezed his hand, inching closer to him. “Does that mean–!”

“I’m still thinking about it.” Miguel quickly interjected with a snicker, his eyes playfully glaring down at me. “Again, it wouldn’t hurt to practice. Not to mention, I think we have a pretty good stage setup, don’t you think?”

I looked out, watching the red and blue projections of the spiderverse hovered around us. Like glistening specs in a starry night sky. 

“May I have this dance, Lord O’hara?” I asked Miguel. 

Miguel’s smile morphed into a grin as he bowed his head, the hand at my waist gently inching me closer. “It would be my pleasure, Lady Lisa.”

His smile was infectious as I reached down to the music player in my thigh holster and scrolled through my playlist for the song before pressing play. The music echoed through the room as Miguel and I moved with the beat, and I was caught off guard with how smooth Miguel’s movements were. He remembered some of the moves he had seen Pav and I do, and when we came to a step he didn’t know, I took the lead and guided him. 

“Where did you learn how to dance like that?” I asked him with genuine intrigue. 

“School electives.” Miguel answered with a grin as he suddenly dipped me, his hand snaking up my back to support me. “Ever heard of a bachata?”

“It. . . rings a bell.” My voice pondered softly as Miguel gently eased me up before twirling me around as we continued our dance. 

Bachata was a popular dance originating from the Dominican Republic. I remembered learning about it briefly during one of college dance classes where we had a semester about salsa and why people differentiate the two. Salsa was more fast paced, energetic, and playful, while bachata on the other hand was slow, and easier to learn in some cases, but it was also considered sexy and sensual. 

I could feel it in Miguel’s steps, how he moved. It was captivating, and I wanted to soak in every inch of it. 

“Maybe when we have a moment after Korea, I could teach you?” He offered, his eyes glistening as they flickered to match the shimmering red of the dangling webs. 

Hypnotized by his gaze and flirtatious charm, I smiled. “Yes!”

“Good, it’s a date.” Miguel beamed proudly as he suddenly picked me up and spun me around once in one big swoop before dropping me to my feet. His smile never fades as I catch my breath. “Until then, will you have to pick up on your Korean again for the visit?”

I grinned back at him, my eyes glaring with a tease at his question as the song began to close. I struck a vibrant pose after Miguel twirled me away from him before he reeled me back in, getting down on one knee and catching me as I landed in his lap. I sang along to the closing lyrics as I reached a hand to caress his face as Miguel kept me close. 

“Kkochhyang-giman namgigo gassdanda~” - There was nothing but the scent of a flower

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When I Am King, You Shall Be Queen - Silk & Cologne Cinderella AU

An AU fanfic set in the S&C universe - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 1: There was a girl

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC Spidersona!

Words: 2.1K

Warnings: PG for character death.

Summary: Dive into this alternate universe where Lisa and Miguel's lives are a classic fairy tale.

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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lisa. She saw things not how it was, but how it could be, with a little bit of music and magic. Her parents only seemed to influence that mindset, and to them, she was a princess. 

Sure they didn’t have an actual royal title, or a castle, but they were the rulers of their own little kingdom. They lived in a cottage estate at the edge of the forest across town, where their family lived for generations. Starting as farmers and merchants, they raised animals and grew crops until in recent years they had branched out and found their own musical talents. 

They still keep the animals, as they are part of the family, of course!

“Now, now, Ms. Hen, save some for the rest of us!” a young 7 year old Lisa laughed as she tossed some food out to the chickens, watching as the mother hen swooped in and snatched some extra crumbs. 

“The coup causing trouble again?” A voice called out to her, and Lisa turned, the skirt of her pink spring dress twirling as she laid eyes on a woman with long curled brown hair and sparkling green eyes. 

“Momma!” Lisa cheered as she set the bag down and ran for her mother. “How was rehearsal today?”

Her mother, Lady Kendrick, was a well known opera singer, deemed the best in the kingdom, and her father, Lord Kendrick, was an aspiring composer. Lisa from a very young age aspired to follow in their footsteps. 

“Oh it was so much fun!” Lady Kendrick exclaimed as she knelt down and caught her child in a hug. “I was practicing one of your fathers songs.”

Lisa’s eyes beamed excitedly before a loud ‘CAKAW!’ noise caught her ear as she turned to see some of the chickens startle, losing a few feathers as a young, strongly built man narrowly avoided stepping on them. “Nugget, Clucky, don’t scare Mr. Stacey like that!”

George Stacey, or Mr. Stacey, as Lisa called him, was one of the staff that worked and helped keep the estate running. He was our estate’s guard, or loyal knight as Lisa imagines him, but when he wasn’t patrolling and protecting their kingdom from intruders, he was helping feed the animals. 

“Are you alright, George?” Lady Kendrick called out to him. 

“I’m fine!” Mr. Stacey laughed in relief as he set a bag of seeds down. “I don’t know how Lisa compels them to listen to her.”

“How’s the Miss’s?” Lady Kendrick asked him. 

“She’s due any day now.” Mr. Stacey smiled proudly as he kept feeding the chickens. “Fingers crossed it's a girl.”

Lady Kendrick smiled brightly at their family friend. 

“Do you truly think they can understand you?” Lady Kendrick asked Lisa as she turned back to her daughter. 

“Do you, mother?” Lisa asked in response, a curious glimmer in her eyes. 

“Oh, yes, I think they can understand and speak to us.” Lady Kendrick smiled brightly. “If we only listen to them. It’s how’ve looked after them.”

“But if we’re looking after them, who looks after us?” Lisa asked curiously as her mother sat down at the steps and pulled Lisa into her lap. 

“Why Fairy Godmothers, of course!” Lady Kendrick booped Lisa’s nose, making her giggle. “They watched over me, and they’ll watch over you too.”

“Well, if you believe in them, I will too!” Lisa laughed with a proud smile. 

Lady Kendrick invited Lisa back inside where they ventured to the hobby room where Lisa began her private dance lessons for the day. Her mother always helped her practice whenever she didn’t need to go out into town. Lisa was learning the waltz when the bells chimed from their small bell tower and Lisa’s eyes lit up as she shared an anticipating glance with her mother. 

The ringing of the bells could only mean one thing. 

“Papa’s home!” She cheered as she sat up from her mother’s lap, and bolted into the house. 

Lord Kendrick was often called away to perform abroad. His music and fame were slowly becoming well known in the far reaches of the globe. Despite being overly proud of his success, Lisa always missed her father terribly when he was away, so it made their reunions all the more sweeter. 

“Lisa! Janet! Where are my girls?” A happy-go-lucky voice called out from the front courtyard of the house as Lisa pulled the heavy door open. 

Emerging from a carriage was Lord Kendrick, dressed in a fine navy blue suit with matching gray trousers and black leather boots. With tousled black hair and bright brown eyes, as soon as his gaze landed on his daughter, he knelt to the ground and greeted her with open arms. 

“You’re back!” Lisa cheered as she jumped into his embrace. 

“Oh, I missed you terribly, my sweet!” Lord Kendrick laughed as he stood up to his feet and spun her around. 

“Where did you go this time?” Lisa asked him as he set her down gently on the edge of a fountain. 

“Oh, the city of Rome. It was beautiful, you’d absolutely love it there.” Lord Kendrick grinned, a charming smile on his face, one that would rival that of a prince or even a king. 

“Can I come with you next time?” Lisa pleaded excitedly. 

“I’m afraid only when you’re a little older.” Lisa pretended not to notice as her father’s coach man snuck something into her father’s hand before he quickly hid the object behind his back. “But I hope this surprise compromises for that.”

Her father knelt down as he whipped his arm out, handing Lisa a beautiful crafted box. “What is it?” she asked.

“Open it, and you’ll see.” Lord Kendrick smiled, encouraging her. 

Lisa carefully turned the lock before pushing back the lid and was elated when music started playing from the box. Spinning on a small dial was a miniature figurine of a prince and princess dancing together.

“Lavenders blue, dilly, dilly

Lavender's green

When I am king, dilly, dilly

You shall be queen

Who told you so, dilly, dilly

Who told you so?

'Twas mine own heart, dilly, dilly

That told me so~” 

Lisa listened to the melody carefully and her lips curled into a bright smile before she glanced up at her father. “That’s the song you wrote for mother!”

“You like it?” He asked her, eyes beaming with pride. 

“I love it!” Lisa exclaimed happily. 

“In Rome, they call the music box, carillon.” Lord Kendrick explained with an admiring gaze. 

“Carillon.” Lisa repeated as her father applauded her. 

“Very good!” Lord Kendrick stood up, before suddenly standing up. “Have you been practicing since I’ve been gone?”

“My Italian or my dancing?” Lisa responded back with a soft chuckle. 

“Both!” Her father grinned before offering her a gracious bow. “Mia signora, posso avere questo ballo?” -  My lady, may I have this dance? 

“Sì, mio ​​Signore!” Lisa stood up from the fountain, offering her father a courtesy. 

The two danced together to the melody of the music box as Lady Kendrick looked on fondly from the front door. 

All that was, was as it should be. They were considered the happiest of families to love each other as they did so. But darkness could come to any kingdom . . 

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11 year old Lisa sat nervously in her chair in the main foyer of the estate, sitting next to the door leading into her father’s study. She fiddled with the music box her father gave her in her hands, debating whether or not to open it as she didn’t want to disturb them in the other room. But she needed something to try and calm her nerves as she waited, and she had done a lot of waiting. 

Last night after putting her to bed, her mother suddenly collapsed, becoming very weak. Lord Kendrick urged Mr. Stacey runs into town and brings back a doctor, and fast. Everything after that for Lisa was a blur, her mind blank as she barely got a wink of sleep after that. 

It was the wee hours in the morning, and the sun had just started coming out by the time the doors suddenly pulled open. Lisa jumped in her chair, setting her music box aside before looking over to see the doctor emerge with his bag, her father trailing behind him. The doctor gave Lisa a sympathetic look with a firm nod, and Lisa knew something terrible was happening. 

She may still be learning the ways of the world, but she couldn’t tell when bad news was brewing, and it was only then did Lisa realize that other members of their staff were anxiously awaiting in the main room. 

“Thank you, doctor.” Lord Kendrick offered the man a firm handshake, his knuckles bone white before Mr. Stacey showed him out. He looked over towards the faces of his staff before turning to Lisa, trying to keep a strong front as he offered her his hand. “Come dear.”

Lisa stood up from the chair, the ruffles of her yellow flower dress, one of her mother’s favourties because yellow was her favourite colour, swayed with each step as she cautiously reached for her father’s hand. He squeezed it tightly, offering her a brave smile before he led her into the room. 

Her father’s study was filled with instruments, his sheet music scattered about the floor and a writing desk at the far corner of the room. Near the window where sunlight beamed down almost angelically was Lady Kendrick, laid back on her father’s chair bed, a blanket draped below the waist. She looked gravely ill as she took slow breathes, holding her head with her hand as if she were fighting a vigorous headache. 

Their footsteps were light as the pair approached Lady Kendrick, and her mother’s eyes seemed to shine a little brighter at her presence as her father held her shoulders firmly, yet comfortingly. 

“Lisa. . .” Lady Kendrick breathed out her name with a tired smile. “I want to tell you a secret, okay?”

Lisa could see the tears that had swelled in her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, her fingers curling into fists to compose herself.  “Okay. . .”

“This secret has helped me through all my trials in life, and I pray that it helps you in turn.” Lady Lisa extended her weary hand, and Lisa’s smaller petite hand took it. 

They weren’t as warm as yesterday. 

“Always remember; Have courage, and be kind.” Lady Kendrick proclaimed, her larger fingers curling around Lisa’s hand, squeezing tightly. “This is the greatest magic to ever exist.”

Lisa could feel her lips star to tremble, her eyes beginning to sting. Why was she saying this?

“You have more kindness than anyone can ever possess, and it can be very powerful.” Lady Kendrick implored, her eyes becoming teary again. 

“It can?” Lisa asked her softly. 

“Of course. Have courage and be kind, my darling. Can you promise me that?” Lady Kendrick smiled softly. 

Something was definitely wrong. Lisa could feel her heart pounding in her chest, hear its being in her ear drums. Lisa nodded her head softly, words suddenly failing her. 

“Good. I–” Tears welled in her mother’s eyes as Lady Kendrick looked over towards Lord Kendrick who looked equally as teared up, trying to stay strong for their daughter before her gaze fell back on her. She gulped for air, trying to shove down as much dread as she could as her voice wavered. “I must go very– unexpectedly, and soon, my love.”

That did it. That was all Lisa needed to hear until tears of her own started streaming down her cheeks. A soft whimper fluttered from her lips as her father’s grip on her shoulders tightened ever so slightly. Her vision blurred and every time she blinked to clear her vision, more tears were set free. 

Her worst nightmare was coming true. 

“Can you ever forgive me?” Lady Kendrick asked. 

Lisa’s body trembled along with her voice as she managed a shaking breath. “Of course I forgive you.”

Lady Kendrick reached out her other hand and that was all the invitation Lisa needed to fall into her mother’s embrace, as she cried into her chest. The soft caresses from her mother did nothing to muffle her sobs as her father leaned in as well, engulfing them both in an embrace as he whispered pure love and devotion into their ears. 

Through it all, her mother’s passing, the funeral, her burial, one phrase repeated itself into Lisa’s head over and over. 

It’s happening again. 

Lady Kendrick was buried in a private cemetery on the outskirts of town with her belated husband, and Lisa’s birth father. Time passed, and as Lisa grew up with her step-father, pain turned into memory. In her heart, Lisa stayed the same, and kept her promise to her mother. Have courage and be kind.

That is where our story begins. 

But there is another who’s part plays an important role, and that’s who we’ll meet next. 

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Silk & Cologne (56)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC Fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 56: Support - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female !Spidersona OC

Words: 3K+ words

Warning: PG for brief flashbacks

Summary: Miguel and Lisa both struggle figuring out what to do next.

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

“Anything yet, Lyla?” 

Miguel was scouring every inch and corner of the Web of Destiny, the map that outlined every link and dimension of the multiverse. After multiple attempts of waiting for her to contact Lisa again and interviewing multiple other Spiders he knew of who had interacted with her in the past, Miguel still couldn’t find any trace of Madame Web’s whereabouts. Before he was getting frustrated, now he is becoming increasingly irritated. 

“Nothing,” Lyla shook her head in dismay before falling flat on her back, hovering in the air, appearing exhausted. “It’s like she’s a ghost!”

Miguel scowled, a frown on his face as he scratched off another sector of the multiverse, or as he calls it the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse, or the spiderverse as Lisa once called it not too long ago. The corner of his lips curled upward at the memory, but it was short lived as he deactivated the projection of the webs. 

He watches as the webs retract and turn back into branches, shriveling back as the beautiful white tree that sprouted shrinks down to the floor and the spot flickers like a drop rippling in a pond. As it’s happening, one of Lisa’s questions echoes in Miguel’s mind and it only seems to fuel is irritation. ‘Why hasn’t she been helping you with all this anomaly stuff?’ 

He hated that he didn’t know, and he hated that he felt like he couldn’t tell her. 

He hated that he couldn’t communicate with Madame Web like some of the other spiders could, because it reminded him how different he was from the others. 

He hated how she hadn’t reached out to him, wondering if she couldn’t connect with him because he wasn’t bitten by a radioactive spider or simply because she didn’t want to see him. 

Especially after their first and last fateful encounter just over a year ago. 

He still recalled doing one of his gizmo test jumps. Stumbling into her hub, her throne room. He still got shivers crawling up his spine thinking about it, and that slick, thin, smile. 

“Miguel?” Lyla’s voice plucks Miguel’s thoughts back to the present and only then does he realize that he had been squeezing his fists a little too white before he relaxed them.

“I need a break.” Miguel sighed deeply, turning to leave. “I’m gonna go work out, blow off some steam.”

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Lisa’s P.O.V. 

“Your muffins don’t have the little sugar cubes on top?” Spider-Woman Canada gasped, the eyelets of her mask widening as she slipped off her fur-hood in surprise. 

“Did your Ice Caps at any point taste like peanut butter?” I asked her in turn. 

“Um, no?!” She recoiled, hand over her chest. “Lord have mercy, what happened?”

“An American company bought the company and changed the recipes.” I shrugged in defeat before stuffing a Tim-Bit in my mouth. 

“I think that sounds pretty tasty.” Hobie grinned over at me. 

“Not when your nation is having a peanut allergy problem.” I retorted. 

I was hanging out in one of the secluded gymnasiums of the training center with the usual gang. Gwen, and Hobie chilled while Spider-Woman Canada came by to say hi and brought me a little get well gift. A bag full of goodies and signature ice cappuccinos from her dimension’s Tim Horton's. 

After Spider-Doc cleared me to walk again, I’ve been visiting HQ a lot more now. Although I have yet to be cleared by Miguel for active duty. There hasn’t been any activity from Earth-1997, by either Harry Osborne, Dr. Octavious, or any of their goons, but Miguel had been playing it safe these last few days. Incredibly safe. 

As much as I was happy to be able to see all my spider friends on the regular again, I missed helping them out. I wanted to start going on missions again. I wanted to contribute to protecting the multiverse, Miguel’s glorious purpose. 

One day, when Miguel lightens up a bit. 

All of us were watching Pavitr as he rehearsed some dance steps as the music played softly from a boombox. I made conversation with Spider-Woman as I watched him, until he fumbled a step and huffed in frustration, stomping his foot. “I mess up on the same step every time!”

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay, Pav,” I reached a hand out, gently reassuring him as I stood up from my spot on the floor and approached him. “Run it by me one more time.”

Earlier today Pav texted me via gizmo that he wanted my help practicing a dance. It had come off as a surprise to me because as much as he enjoys music, I didn’t peg Pav for a dancer. Until he explained why he needed my help. 

“I keep coming in too fast on the spin and messing up,” Pav groaned, anxiously running his fingers through his luscious hair. “I’m never going to get this dance right for Gayatri!”

Gayatri was Pavitr’s MJ back in his dimension of Mumbatthan. She was an honors student at their high school, Visions Academy, and was a well known teen model. A ‘classy teenager’ according to Pav’s description of her. 

“Easy, Pav, try not to stress too much,” I gently soothed him. “Other than figure out that step, you’re still doing great, fantastic, even!”

“Can’t you just enchant me with your power and make me do the dance perfectly so I don’t embarrass myself?” Pavitr asked, pointing his fingers together like an innocent kid. 

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a disappointing glare. “Pavitr!”

“I don’t know what else to do!” Pav slouched, appearing defeated. “The dance is tomorrow after school!”

“Why don’t I try dancing it with you so we can figure it out together?” I suggested. 

“Please! I will literally get on my knees and beg if you don’t!” Pav clapped his hands together, pleading desperately. 

“Alright, alright, let's take it from the top.” I gently patted his shoulder, ushering him back into starting position. “Gwen?”

“I got’cha.” Gwen reached for the remote of the boombox, restarting the song from the beginning. 

“My man, you got this!” Hobie exclaimed, raising an encouraging fist to his young friend. 

“Deep breathes,” I nodded in agreement as I glanced over at him. 

Pavirtr smiled softly at me as he took a breath and then the music started to play. 

[Lyrics: English translation of FLOWER by Jisoo of BLACKPINK]

Fingers snapping along with strong cords of a bass vibrated our bones as we moved. 

“Eh-eh-eh-ehEh-eh-eh-eh~”

I moved with the beat, changing poses, and then Pav followed and copied me. I shot him an encouraging grin and then the two of us started to move in sync. 

“A-B-C, Do-Re-Mi

I was as nice as that.” 

Pav’s movements were so fluid and smooth. Whenever I’d be practicing my powers and sparring with him, I’d learn about his fighting style, a technique that is inspired by Kalaripayattu, an Indian martial art. He had great balance and synergy, all he had to do was practice and apply that same technique to dance. 

“That’s it, Pav!” I smiled with strong words of affirmation. “You’re doing great!”

“That view has changed completely perhaps

This is also a side of me~” 

Pav showed me some photos of the costumes that they’d be wearing for their stage performance prior to starting our dance practice. I noticed ribbons and cute flower ornaments on their hands and wrists, so I tried suggesting moves that made his body move more gracefully and to move basically with the same flow as the ribbon. Like a flower blowing in the wind. 

Our friends cheered and offered their own words of encouragement, Hobie even snapping his fingers to the beat to help Pav stay on tempo. 

“I fly away like a blue butterfly

It's all on you, you didn't hold on

Even the times that we were in full bloom

To me were a lie, lie, lie!” 

As that last verse ended, our hands descended down with the rhythm of the words. Then when the chorus started to kick in, my footsteps were light as I stepped out of the way, allowing Pav to take center stage. Briefly, we were like ballerinas as we took our places. 

“You and I, crimsonly burned down

I'm okay, would you be as well?

On a beautiful day without a single cloud–” 

This was where the dance would really kick into high gear. It was also coming up to the part where Pavitr kept fumbling. I glanced over at him, seeing his chest beginning to rise and fall heavily as he took deep breaths to keep himself focused. Then he bowed his head. 

“There was nothing left but the scent of a flower~” 

We both shot our hands out, our fingers stroking the air left and right as if they were flower petals as our hips swayed to the beat. Then we sidestepped and twirled before reaching out and guided our hands in a delicate pattern as if we were holding and twirling a ribbon. When we made it to twirl again into the next step, I instead twirled out of Pav’s line of sight and knelt to the floor and watched him as he continued the dance by himself. 

The young teen looked like he was glowing. He took the steps in stride, and when he did the last spin, he planted his feet on the ground, nailing it as he shot his hands up. There was a bright smile on his face as he registered hitting the move perfectly as Hobie and Gwen cheered him on, Spider-Woman Canada applauding while holding a donut. 

Pav struck a pose as the chorus ended and the music faded. 

“There was nothing left but the scent of a flower~” 

We all cheered him on as the song ended. Pav had a bashful flush on his cheeks as he looked at his friends, and when his gaze fell upon me and realized I wasn’t dancing with him, the flush of his cheeks turned darker. “What are you doing over there?!”

“I was letting you have the spotlight.” I grinned.

For a brief moment, my vision flickered and I felt like I was back in the dance studio back in my dimension. I missed seeing Kasey, Hannah, and the twins, Toya and Touga. I missed dancing with my friends. I hated that I had to fake my injury for another two weeks to appear as a normal person without spider powers and an intense healing factor. 

My vision blurred again and suddenly I found myself in the past. I sat in my practice uniform, in one of the practice studios of the idol company I stayed with in Korea. I looked out at the faces of the other aspiring idols and trainees. Some were smiling, others were sizing each other up. 

“How would you feel about flying down to Korea for a few days? To see him?” 

My mother’s question rattled my mind as I shook my head and I found myself back in the present. 

Pavitr laughed softly as he rubbed the back of his neck, that bashful flush still evident on his cheeks. Hobie and Gwen got up from the floor and approached Pav, congratulating him on his practice. I watched them all with a proud smile, and then I suddenly got the urge that we were being watched as I looked over to the archway of the gym. 

Miguel stood against the entryway, arms crossed over his chest as he looked on with a ghost of a smile. When his gaze landed on me, the smile brightened ever so slightly. He offered me a wink before pulling away from the arch and disappearing into the hall, most likely heading for his afternoon workout.  

I hadn’t really seen him all day, and suddenly had the urge to follow after him as I felt an ache in my chest seeing him leave. 

He looked stressed, the wrinkles on his face and along his forehead being more apparent than usual and his eyes looked a little tired. Had he been working more again? I should go check on him. 

“Miss Lisa?” Pavitr’s voice snapped me back into reality as he stood before me, offering a hand to help me up. “Would it be alright if we did the dance again but can I record it on my phone? So I can look at it later for practice back home?”

I offered Pav a sweet smile as I took his hand, allowing him to help me up. “Sure thing.”

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

After running laps and lifting weights, Miguel was still  feeling tense from his failed attempt at tracking Madame Web. He needed to do something more. So he started doing pull ups on a bar that was connected to a dangling ceiling platform a couple feet from the floor, and when he thought it was too easy, Petra, Cyborg-Spider, helped him tie a chain around his waist and wrapped a tire at the bottom of it. 

“No pain, no gain!” Petra cheered with a deep booming voice. 

Miguel could feel his body struggle a little as he continued the routine, feeling how the muscles of his arms pulsed, the veins popping. This was exactly what he needed. He got himself into a rhythm, taking it steady to not overwork himself but his eyes flickered from the spot he was focusing on the wall when he detected movement below him. 

Before it was Cyborg-Spider and Jess watching him and his heart hammered when he took in Lisa’s figure as she approached them. 

“Hey,” She offered the duo a friendly wave. “Busy today are we?”

“Boss man is really ‘pumping the metal’ as they say.” Petra beamed proudly, even going so far as to saluting Miguel. “It is inspirational!”

“Inspirational is certainly a word to describe it.” Jessica grinned as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“How long has he been at this for?” Lisa asked her. 

“Up there? Just about 10 minutes.” Jess nodded. “He refuses to come down unless he’s drenched in sweat.”

“I’ll come down eventually!” Miguel groaned in a partial teasing and annoyed manner as he did another pull up. 

“Old habits die hard it seems.” Jess shot a glance over to Lisa, rolling her eyes as she stepped away. 

“Do you want to take a break?” Lisa called out to Miguel as she turned to look up and face him. 

Take a break? 

Take a break from the work out, or take a break from finding Madame Web?

“In a minute,” Miguel huffed, taking in a breath as he spared a quick glance down at her. “I’m barely breaking a sweat yet.”

“What did I say about you taking care of yourself?” Lisa gently reminded him. 

Shock, I’m in for it now. 

Lisa uses her web sling to yank herself up to the bar, grabbing hold of it facing Miguel whose face reeled back in surprise. “Dios mio, Lisa, what the shock are you doing?!” - My god 

“You said this wasn’t challenging enough. So I’ll help you make it challenging for you.” Lisa grinned, her mind reeling as Miguel could see the gears turning in her head as she thought of a plan. 

“What are you— Oy!” Miguel looked upon Lisa, stunned as she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, securing her grip on him by wrapping her arms around his shoulders for support. 

His face blushed a light shade of pink at the sudden contact. Feeling her warmth clash of the heat that radiated from his body, feeling the way she clung to him. The icing on the cake was her faint smile and the tightness of her legs around his waist. 

There’s a pulse of warmth in his lower body as Miguel quickly blocks out the ungentlemanly thought that was creeping into his mind. 

“Go on, do a pull up.” She encouraged with a side tilt of her head. 

Miguel narrowed his eyes curiously at Lisa before his muscles bulged as he did a pull up. With Lisa’s combined body weight along with the tire and metal chain, it did add more weight for Miguel to work with, but he was still able to relatively do a pull up with ease. His head pulled up above the bar and Lisa’s head followed suit on the opposite end. “Satisfied?” 

Without saying another word, Lisa leaned forward and pecked Miguel’s lips with a soft and sweet kiss. His cheeks flushed and for a second his grip on the bar wobbled. Lisa’s lips curled into a smile. “Every time you do a pull up, I’ll reward you with a little treat.” 

Oh shock, karma, the universe, whatever deity is listening to me, what did I do to deserve her? 

Miguel’s face morphed into an eager and playful expression as his gaze sparkled, a cocky grin on his lips. “Game on.” 

They were up there for over half an hour before Miguel finally came down. He kept Lisa secured with one hand, while he freed himself from the chain with the other. His lips tingle and more puffed than usual with a playful smile as he looked down at Lisa. 

“You cheeky little minx.” Miguel pecked her lips again.

“Feeling better now?” Lisa asked him as she adjusted herself slightly, straightening her back. “You seemed a little stressed?”

“Much better, in fact,” Miguel’s smile turned as his other arm wrapped around her to hold her closer to him. “I’m gonna keep you right here with me while I finish the rest of my work.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, gasping a little. “Miguel, you’re not seriously–”

“Yep!” Miguel is already on the move as Lisa squeals in surprise, her grip tightening around her. 

“Miguel O’Hara, put me down!” She laughs softly. 

“In due time, mi Mona Lisa.” Miguel smirks as he carries Lisa out of the training center, not even bothered by the looks of the other spiders watching the spectacle as Lisa hides her flushed, embarrassed face into his neck. 

A welcomed distraction. 

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Silk & Cologne (55)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC Fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 55: Dusk - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC (Spidersona)

Words: 3.4K+ words

Warnings: PG-13 for Slight angst (nothing too serious), very brief mention of teasing about a kink (it's not an actual thing here)

Summary: It's a brand new day in Earth-1218 as Lisa and Miguel navigate where to go from here.

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Part II 

“If she finds out you’re keeping this from her, what she really is, it could mean the end of this beautiful world you both created in your hearts.” - Madame Web in the not so distant future

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“Are you sure it was her ?” Miguel had asked me, his hands engulfing my shoulders, anchoring me to him as those piercing brown eyes of his as we stood in the darkness of his lab. “You’re absolutely sure that’s who you saw?”

“I’m serious, Miguel.” My gaze didn’t falter as I met his gaze, as his hands snaked up from my shoulders, slowly up to my cheeks. “It was Madame Web who unlocked my powers. What does this mean? Has she been watching me? Us ? This whole time? Why hasn’t she been helping you with all this anomaly stuff?”

“I don’t know, mi corazon , but promise me, if she ever contacts you again, you can tell me, okay?” Miguel pleaded with me softly as his thumbs brushed over the skin of my cheeks. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.” - sweetheart

I nodded gently, taking a breath to try and ease my worries. “I promise.”

Miguel’s face softened as he leaned forward, “Come ‘ere,” He wrapped his arms around me, embracing me close to his chest as I sucked in his radiating warmth. ”We'll figure this out together. I promise.”

Looking back on it now, I think that was when everything started to crumble. Starting out as a tiny crack barely noticeable. Until overtime, it wasn’t.

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“Come on, let’s go!” 

It was the middle of the night. Men dressed in dark clothing worked quickly as one by one they each grabbed and stored sneakers in the back of a large van. It was the delivery service backlot of the Nike store in Upstate. A new style of sneakers had just been released the other day, and they were all the rage. 

Everyone wanted one, and I suppose these guys took it way too literally. 

“Just a couple more and then we’re out of here!” 

They nearly stacked the back of the van to the brim with nothing but sneaker boxes. If someone didn’t stop them, they’d surely make a speedy getaway, especially since they knocked out the patrolling security guard. They couldn’t get away with this. 

There was a ‘FWIP!’ in the air as a blob of web fluid shot out from above, sticking to the robber closest to the van’s face. 

“Come little children, I’ll take thee away,”

The webbing turned to gold as the hue glowed bright. The man collapsed to his knees before falling over and dropping the shoe box he was holding. Snoring quickly followed. 

“Johnny?” One of the other robbers whirled around to see his friend fall. 

But before he could get to him, another sling of webbing caught on his face now, displaying the same glowing effect and he too was quick to fall to the ground into slumber. 

“Into a land of enchantment!” 

One by one, the robbers fell. All the while dressed in a refurbished black and pink spider suit, I descended down from the street lamp slowly, dangling from a web. 

“Come little children, the times come to play.

Here in my garden of magic~” 

All the robbers lay asleep as I touched down on the ground, making sure to land on my good foot and not my, just on the cusp of recovering, sprained ankle. I looked around to assess the damage. No one was injured and I called it a blessing when I discovered that the robbers had disabled the security system. 

Nobody would have witnessed the robbery, but that almost meant that nobody would witness Spider-Muse subduing them either. 

“Nice one, Lisa!” Lyla’s holographic form appeared beside me, applauding me as confetti blew up around her. “A new personal best!” 

“Thanks, Lyla.” I smiled softly at the AI under my mask. 

“You’ve been getting a lot better at channeling your voice with your webbing.” She complimented as she fluttered about, admiring my handiwork as I carefully sat up the robbers into a little circle. 

It’s been two weeks since I helped save my dimension from total collapse by Harry Osborne. It’s been two weeks since I sprained my ankle, and more importantly, it’s been two weeks since Madame Web gave me her blessing, allowing me to use my powers in my dimension safely. Madame Web. . . 

My mind was still reeling from that entire counter. Was she observing my dimension through her powers like she was with those other dimensions I saw? Was she watching me right now to make sure I upheld my promise?

With great power comes great responsibility , or as Miguel likes to say With great powers comes great guilt . 

Now I’m craving fortune cookies. 

During that time whenever I wasn’t home, I’d be at Spider-Society HQ in Miguel’s dimension, training and practicing more with my powers. Miguel supported me every step of the way, and did his best to not be a constant shadow, but he was always there when I really needed him most. He and the others helped me practice my web slinging and how to properly land with an injury, and Miguel made sure I kept up on my workout routine. 

Since then, my enchantment ability has enhanced, allowing me to enchant my target without needing a connecting web from me to their skin. I could also do it without needing to touch my webbing, but only in short bursts and doesn’t last as long. So long as I’m close by and the webbing could detect the vibration of my voice, the enchantment would activate. Peter B. took plenty of notes for me in my notebook too. 

Since then, I’ve secretly been using my powers to protect my new home, New York City. Tonight’s case was a shoe robbery. I wish I didn’t have to hide it, but perhaps it was for the best. 

Miguel and I had talked about it briefly after the battle the following day. If he hadn’t intervened with Project: Reset, the government would have eventually hunted me down, interrogated me, and most likely would try to experiment and dissect me. It was brought up briefly, but we didn’t need to go into any further detail if they got their hands on my gizmo. 

As much as I agreed I didn’t want it to end up going that route, I wished I could have preserved my friends memories. They knew of my secret superhero identity for all but mere hours before Miguel had to erase them and every single person on the planet in order to protect me, my dimension, and the Spider-Society. 

Miguel’s logic made sense. He knew way more about all this stuff than I did. He was a little older, a little wiser. I trusted him, and I still do, and so far he has yet to try and take advantage of said trust.

“I guess there was one upside to my idol bootcamp.” I used my webbing to tie up the robbers, making sure they were nice and snug. “Learning how to sing and dance simultaneously does have its perks.”

“I think we can call this a successful patrol.” Lyla grinned, arms crossed as pixel shades appeared over her eyes. 

“I agree.” I smiled, brushing off my hands. “Let’s head home.”

As I was turning away, there was a loud bang as the driver side door of the robber’s getaway van was kicked open. “What is all that racket out there?!”

I froze, the eyelets on my mask widening as I whirled to see one more robber stagger out of the vehicle. He held a gun in his hand as he spotted me, his eyes darting between me and his friends tied up. They stepped forward, aiming their weapon towards me.

“What the hell are you–?!”

I instantly flicked my wrist, shooting web fluid on his face. “ Go to sleep please! ”

The webbing glowed gold and instantly, the driver fell on his face, fast asleep. 

My heart was pounding as I exchanged a glance with Lyla who gawked at the scene, eyes widened and hands covering her mouth. “That was close.”

“Lyla, please don’t tell Miguel.” I pleaded gently. 

“It will be our secret.” Lyla winks, a heart emoji over her head. 

The following morning, news reports came out of a failed robbery at the Nike store. The robbers were caught due to them supposedly falling asleep during the heist and woke up police surrounding them after receiving an anonymous call about a disturbance in the area. By then, my webbing had dissolved and any sign of Spider-Muse’s presence vanished. 

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

When Miguel stepped through the portal and arrived at Lisa’s apartment with take out from Tony’s the following afternoon, he had expected to find her on the couch resting, as she should, doing whatever she wanted. Reading, watching a movie, playing video games, whatever she wanted to do to keep herself relaxed and occupied and not put weight on her ankle that she should be resting. 

What he wasn’t expecting was for her to have a guest. Not any of her friends, not any of the other spiders. Someone he had mentioned in the past and now started to regret ever mentioning their similar interests. 

“Hey, Miguel! Right on time, we were about to start another round!” Gabriel O’Hara grinned from his spot on the couch near Lisa, offering his older brother a playful grin. 

Miguel glanced over at the screen. It seemed Lisa and Gabriel had been passing the time playing a game called. . . Fortnite ? Ah yes, that battle royale game. Miguel recalled Gabriel being obsessed with their dimension’s version of the game when they were teenagers. 

“Gabri, not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed towards his brother before his tone turned playful as he leaned down towards Lisa, kissing her temple as he said to her, “I thought I told you I didn’t want to share.”

“Well I was getting antsy and I didn’t want to bother you during your meeting with Jess, so I gave Gabriel a call and asked if he wanted to hang out.” Lisa smiled sweetly, reassuring him with a gentle look in her eyes. 

“Hey, Miguel, look! You got a skin in this game!” Gabriel pointed at Lisa’s TV screen as he recognized the familiar blue and red suit. “Watch me make you do the griddy.” He snickered. 

Miguel marched over, setting the take out down on the kitchen counter before using his free hand to smack and grab Gabriel’s head. “I should make you wash out your mouth for putting my name and ‘griddy’ in the same sentence.” 

Gabriel triggered the emote, and the digital Spider-Man 2099 avatar danced. 

“No fear!” Gabriel proclaimed.

Miguel erupted, swearing in his native tongue as he and Gabriel wrestled. Lisa snickered, shaking her head at them. Careful not to lean on her sprained ankle, she got up from the couch and began to move around to the kitchen counter to unpack the takeout food. “Brotherly rough housing is fine, but I better not get a noise complaint from any of my neighbors.”

That seemed to get them to calm down as they settled, Miguel finishing off Gabriel with a nuggie to the head, messing up his hair.

“I just got this done yesterday!” Gabriel pouted. 

“Well that’s what you get for not giving me notice that you were coming over.” Miguel sneered playfully as he walked over and got us all a plate. “You are so lucky Tony packed extra.”

“Food? Yes!” Gabriel’s eyes went wide with delight as he jumped up from the couch.

As everyone divided up the food, Miguel glanced over towards Lisa again, “How have you been feeling?”

“Good, great , actually, my ankle doesn’t even hurt anymore.” Her smile brightened, taking her plate of food back to the couch and emphasized her statement by starting to walk on it again, though keeping her steps light. 

“But you’ve been–” Miguel started speaking out of concern, but even he knew that sometimes it had come off as nagging, especially now when Lisa interjected him. 

“ Yes , I’ve been keeping it elevated while I rest.” Lisa sighed with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Even during your patrol last night?” Miguel quickly added. 

“Yes!” Lisa sighed, her voice beginning to groan out of irritation. “I mentioned it in the report.”

Miguel brought Lisa over to HQ yesterday so Spider-Doc could take a look at her ankle and check on the healing process. According to him it looked good as new, but after Miguel’s insisting “Are you sure?” or “Does it need more time to heal?” Much to Lisa’s dismay, they decided to play it safe, and prescribed that they let it rest another day or so. 

In this one instance, Miguel really did outrank Spider-Doc. 

“I don’t mean to come off as nagging.” Miguel apologized as he came around to sit beside her. “I just worry. It’s. . . instincts.”

“I know. Does this mean I can at the very least not wear my cast while in my own home? Safe ?” Lisa asked, a hint of begging in her eyes. 

“I’d say why not!” Gabriel chimed in as he slouched on the sofa chair opposite of them. “She is in pretty bright spirits today, Miggy, the best I’ve seen her scene the incident.”

Miguel glanced between the pair, and the second Lisa’s expression shifted to that of her infamous puppy dog pout, Miguel folded. He sighed, shaking his head with a defeated smile. “Alright, fine, you may. But remember to–”

“Keep the cast on for another two weeks while I’m outside of my home so my friends and family don’t suspect.” Lisa recited, lowering her voice to try and mimic Miguel’ with a teasing stoic expression. 

Miguel narrowed his eyes towards her, mocking annoyance. “That’s not funny.” the corner of his lip curled up. 

“I can do an actual funny one if you want me to?” Lisa grinned back at me. 

“Not unless you don’t want another foot massage later.” Miguel playfully jabbed back at her, digging into his food. 

Lisa huffed, a war brewing in her eyes. Miguel had started offering Lisa little massages here and there to help ease her nerves. He could understand that being cooped up in her home for days at a time, unable to move around or even dance was troubling for her. In that regard he felt awful, and wanted to do anything and everything he could to try and make it better. 

“You have a feet fetish I don’t know about, big brother?” Gabriel snickered. 

“Ay, not at the dinner table.” Miguel pointed his fork at him as Gabriel had a cheshire cat-like smile on his face. 

All of our gizmo’s suddenly beeped before Lyla’s holographic form projected itself from Gabriel’s gizmo. “Sorry to interrupt family time. Gabriel, your presence is being requested.”

“Welp, duty calls then.” Gabriel sat up from his chair, pointing at his plate. “You mind if I take this with me?”

“Go on.” Miguel waved him off as his brother packed his leftovers in an empty container. 

“Say hi to Margo and the others for me.” Lisa waved him off with a friendly smile. 

“I will, and enjoy your massage .” Gabriel winked with a little too much flirty intent. 

“GABE!” Miguel and Lisa both called him out, cheeks flushed. 

“Whoops, look at the time, gotta go!” Gabriel scrambled as a portal opened and he jumped through it just as Miguel was getting ready to toss a pillow in his direction. 

The portal closed behind Gabriel, leaving Miguel and Lisa to themselves in her apartment. 

“Brothers. . .” Miguel grumbled with a roll of his eyes. 

“You know you love him.” Lisa grinned softly. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Miguel grinned back. “Tell me about your day. What did you get up to today, besides inviting junior chaos into your home?”

“Hardy har har,” Lisa mocked a hearty laughter before adjusting her posture on the couch. “I spent the morning catching up on my reading actually. I finished the last book in the series I was reading.”

“You mean the fantasy smut?” Miguel snickered with a playful look on his eye, offering her a side glance. 

Lisa met him back with a glare. 

Miguel erupted in laughter, setting his plate down in his lap before waving his hands apologetically. “ ¡Lo siento! I believe you’ve said the technical term you prefer is spice ?” He spoke again, using air quotes on the last word. - I'm sorry 

“Much better,” Lisa smiled with an approving look. “Also, yes, it’s that series.”

“I take it the couple you were rooting for got together in the end?” Miguel asked. 

“Oh, they’ve been together since the third book, that’s when they got married. The last two were them figuring out their new lives as a married couple while also ruling a kingdom and the M.F.C., uh, sorry, the–” Lisa was rambling on about her book, and Miguel couldn’t help but notice how her eyes lit up when she talked about it. 

It was so adorable. 

“The Main Female Character, right?” Miguel spoke up.

Lisa’s eyes seemed to sparkle. “You remembered.”

“Of course, and it’s kind of hard not to. Considering how much you brought it up the last two weeks.” Miguel chuckled softly, shielding his side as Lisa tried to swat him playfully. “You were saying?”

“Anyways, she finds out she’s pregnant with their kid towards the end of the series!” Lisa gawked in surprise. “Talk about a cliffhanger. I need a few business days to recover before I start a new one.”

“Well let me know, and I’ll gladly take you out to get one.” Miguel smiled sweetly. 

Miguel knew full well that Lisa could just go online and order her books there, but he’d take every opportunity he could to spend time with her. If that meant following her around a book store and helping her find something new to read, he’d do it gladly. 

They both resumed their dinner, eating in silence for a while. Finally after clearing their plates, MIguel gently lifted Lisa's plate from her hands and got up to clean them off in the kitchen. “Have you. . . heard from her yet?”

Miguel knew that it was becoming a touchy subject. For the last few days since the invasion of her dimension, he’d ask her once, every day if she had heard from Madame Web. She hadn’t, and was becoming frustrated about it, and Miguel constantly asking. Lisa fought it, not wanting to snap, something he knew she picked up from him, but she knew Miguel went well and after taking a moment to calm herself down, she politely asked him to refrain from asking her about it on a daily basis. 

Now he only referred to the subject once in a while, and after fearing that the name alone may have added to the frustration, he reframed from naming Madame Web directly. She had been dubbed ‘her’ for the last week and a half. 

The tone in Lisa’s voice changed instantly, her voice quiet as she spoke, “No.”

Miguel hummed softly as he finished washing the dishes, cleaning his hands before returning to the couch. “It’s okay, remember?” Carefully taking a hold of Lisa’s legs, he lifted them up before scooting back into his seat and rested her legs along his lap. “It’s okay.” His voice was calm, soothing as his hands gently patted the bare skin of her good ankle before stroking up her leg. 

Lisa closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she leaned back on a pillow propping her up at the side of the couch. “I know.” Opening her eyes, Lisa offered Miguel a tired smile. “Any chance I can still get that massage, please?”

“For you? Anything.” Miguel returned the gesture as his fingers began to massage her foot, delicately slipping off her sock before digging into her skin. 

Lisa let out a relieved sigh before sinking into her pillow. Gabriel was right. This was the most relaxed, and high spirited he had seen Lisa since we stopped Harry’s invasion. But it only seemed to leave her more questions than answers. 

If Madame Web wasn’t going to go to her, then Miguel decided that he was going to go to her. 

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Silk & Cologne (4)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - link on AO3 (X)

Chapter 4: Society - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.9K+ 

Rating: G - No warnings here! A side for one more barf at the beginning. 

Summary: Peter B. gives Lisa a tour of the Spider-Society before Miguel debriefs her regarding the situation with her universe. 

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I ended up barfing three more times in the last hour. My throat was burning from the acid that was left over, and it pulsed every time I took a deep breath to calm myself. By then, Miguel decided he’d prepare something for me to help further explain why I was in another dimension. 

“That bracelet will help you keep from glitching during your time here,” He explained briefly before turning to leave. “Peter will escort you to my lab once you’re well enough to move around,”

Before I could even get a question out, he was already gone. Both him and Peter had briefly explained the Spider-Society to me. An elite task force of multiple other Spider-People from other dimensions. I had asked Peter how many Spider-Men and Women there were in the multiverse. He said there were too many to count, but that didn’t stop him from trying. 

“Let’s see, that I know of, we got Me, Peter Parker, Peter C. Parker, Scarlet Spider, Spider-Punk, Spider-Ham, Spider-Noir, Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman, Spider-Gwen, Spider-Girl, Cyborg-Spider, Spider-Cat–”

I became immediately overwhelmed as he continued to list the names of all of the Spider-People he appeared to know at the top of his hand. There was a bubbling sensation in my stomach. That was when I barfed the third time. 

“Oh geez, sorry!” Peter B. cringed at the display as he gently used his washcloth to clean my mouth. “I guess I’ll leave the rest of the explaining to Miguel,” 

Spider-Doc checked my vitals once more before putting me through some physical exercises to make sure I could stand and walk on my own. When he was satisfied, he cleared me from his office. 

“Alright, you’re good to go!” He proclaimed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Spider-Man themed lollipop. 

“Thanks, Doc,” I took the treat in my hand, hesitating briefly before taking off the wrapper and putting it in my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised that it was strawberry flavored. 

“Now from what it looks like to me, you’ve made it through the worst of the transformation side-effects. You’ll just feel a little sore and now with your throat, a little rough to speak for a while,” The Doc explained as I sucked on the candy. 

“Transformation. . . meaning I’ll have Spider-Powers now?” I asked him with a curious gaze. 

“Most likely,” He nodded. “it’s how pretty much all of us got our powers, with a few exceptions,” 

Me? Spider-Powers? Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline when I fully processed it, but my brain immediately went to that scene in Hannah Montana where Jackson was complaining about working in the basement of their house, having gotten bitten by a few spiders and was anticipating getting “Spidey Powers” as he called it before doing the web sling gestures with his hands and making the sound effects. 

Peter B. placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Easy now, don’t want you fainting on us again, or barfing for that matter,”

“Sorry I zoned out there,” I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment as I popped the lollipop out of my mouth. “Everything is just so–”

“A lot?” Peter finished the sentence for me. “Well, it’s only going to get a lot more from there,” He chuckled, snorting at his joke. 

I gave him a perplexed look before he immediately shook his head, waving it off. “Okay, that was awful, I’m sorry,” 

“Hey, an effort was made,” I reassured him as my expression turned sympathetic. 

“So, this is only a tiny taste of what the rest of HQ looks like. We’ll stop by the food court and get you some food before meeting up with Miguel,” He explained as he motioned for me to follow him outside. “Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour!”

I watched as he walked forward, the automatic doors opening as he stepped through and I could see the brisk white and red hallways. Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I cautiously followed him, raising my hand to shield my eyes from the bright lights of the room as we entered the main hall. 

What I saw made my jaw drop, my lollipop falling out of my mouth. The main hall was a giant room with walkways and pillars, allowing Spider-People to swing, crawl, and walk pretty much anywhere. I saw a Spider-Cop directing traffic, a Spider-Woman walking her Spider-Dog, I was so entranced by it all I almost didn’t notice a Spider-Janitor web shooting my lollipop from the ground and straight into a garbage shoot. 

“This is insane,” I gasped as I craned my neck to take in absolutely everything I could. 

“Come on, the food court is this way,” Peter tugged me along gently as I followed him down the hall.

He was kind enough to show me the normal route without needing to swing webs or wall crawl, taking a longer route. As we walked, it was hard to not notice all the stares and whispers from the other Spider-People around us. I hunched my shoulders as I tried to hide my face, shuffling closer towards Peter B. 

“I take it this doesn’t happen every day?” I asked him. 

“It has been a while since we got a new recruit to the team,” Peter B. answered as we walked, waving to some other Peter Parkers. “It’s definitely surprising seeing someone from your universe here,” 

I remembered in between my barf sessions, Miguel had mentioned that the dimension where I’m apparently from, Earth-1218 is one of if not the purest dimension in the multiverse. Superheroes aren’t supposed to exist in our world other than as fictional entities. 

I wanted to ask him further questions, but still feeling embarrassed about him seeing me so vulnerable, I didn’t pry on it. In that moment, I felt he was being patient with me, whether his intention was true or I was making things more difficult. But there wasn’t anything mistaking the sympathetic look in his eyes as he talked to me. 

If everything about my dimension is true, does he blame himself for what happened? 

Peter B. and I arrived at the cafeteria. He treated me to a Spider-Man 2099 decorative cheeseburger, fries, and a soft drink. I couldn’t help but smirk at all the themed items. So far this was becoming the most pleasant part of all this madness. The food did smell pretty good. Peter ordered the food to go so we wouldn’t keep Miguel waiting too long. 

I unwrapped the paper from the burger and took a bite out of it. It tasted pretty good too. 

“Like it?” Peter B. asked and smiled when I nodded passionately. “That’s good, that’s good. They’re some of my personal favourites to chow down here, but my favourite burger I’ve eaten is over in another buddy of mine’s dimension,” 

“Another Parker?” I asked him as I ate and walked alongside him. 

“No, no, Miles Morales,” Peter corrected with a soft smile. “He’s a really good kid. He’s been the Spider-Man of his dimension for a while now,” 

“Is he a member of the Spider-Society too?” I asked, smiling at the man. It looked like he cared for Miles quite deeply. 

I saw the look in Peter’s eyes as he paused, almost hesitating in his response before speaking, “Actually, no, he’s not. That part is a little complicated,” He suddenly became uncomfortable at the subject, his expression hanging low. 

I dropped the French fry I was about to eat back into the bag as I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, was I not supposed to–?”

“No, no, it’s okay, no harm done,” Peter B. reassured me as we came upon a large set of doors. “It’s just been a while since I’ve last seen him. I miss him. He’s still learning the ropes and stuff so he just needs a little more experience is all,”

Passing through the doors, we left the bright main hall of the Society and entered a dark, almost gritty hallway. The room was just light enough allowing us to walk across without bumping into any computer consoles or metal beams that held the room together. 

“Ah, there you are!” A female voice spoke up as a small digital figure appeared from thin air. “Perfect timing, Jessica and Gwen are here too!”

I jumped seeing the hologram, clutching my bag of food closer to my chest. “What the?!”

“Whoops! Sorry about that, didn’t mean to scare you,” She apologized with a snicker. “I like a good jump scare, I can’t help myself,” 

“Lisa, this is Lyla, Miguel’s personal AI. She helps manage and run things here in the Society and monitors the multiverse. Lyla, this is–” Peter B. introduced me to her before Lyla zoomed in on my face. 

“Lisa from Earth-1218! I’ve been dying to meet you! Wait, I need to document this historic moment,” Lyla brought out her own virtual phone as she turned the camera to face us as she snuggled in close. “Selfie!”

The camera snapped, capturing a picture of the two of us. 

“Lyla, is that you over there?” A familiar tenor voice called out. 

“Oh, that’s the boss, shouldn’t keep him waiting. Don’t be shy now, he may look intimidating, but he’s harmless deep down,” Lyla winked over at me before flying off forward. “Yep! They’re here, Miguel, I’m bringing them to you!” 

Peter B. motioned his hand out, gesturing me to go first. I followed Lyla’s lead as she flew and zipped about the hall. We turned a corner and my lips parted open slightly as I took in the towering platform above us. 

It was littered with holographic screens and computer consoles and mixed in with it all as Miguel. I watched curiously as he reached over, grabbing some sort of injection device, attaching a green vial. He lifted it to his shoulder where part of his suit dematerialized, showing off some of his skin as he used the device to inject the serum from the vial inside of him. As he turned around, I saw the iris of his eyes change from a glowing red to a calm brown and our eyes met. 

I stopped, initially caught off guard by the gesture. Like I was a little kid getting caught by their parents doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing. My cheeks flushed slightly as I averted my gaze, not meaning to stare longer than I did. It didn’t help that I could feel his gaze still lingering on me. 

“Now that everyone is here,” A new voice caught my attention as I looked over towards Jessica Drew. Her dark hair was puffed out in a perfect afro with yellow glasses and matching hoop earring. She wore a red suit and belt around her waist that highlighted her pregnant belly. “Shall we get started?”

“Yeah, sorry about the wait,” Peter B. apologized as he stepped forward, looking up towards Miguel. “I got her some food, I figured she’d be hungry after, ya know. . .”

Miguel watched him briefly before using his red glowing web slinger to swing down from the platform, joining us all on the ground floor as he stood between Jessica and who I quickly assumed was Gwen. “Are you feeling any better?” 

I nodded gently. “Yes,” 

“Good then,” he nodded back. “Let’s not waste anymore time,”

Lyla appeared beside him as she did a gesture with her arms and suddenly white lines pulsed on the floor like a rain drop causing a ripple effect in a pond. A pure white light tree grew from the floor below us, its branches growing larger and stretching about the room until their structure and design resembled a spiderweb. Multiple webs in fact.

“This is. . . everything. All the dimensions and universes of Spider-Man connected into one giant web. They each go through canon events that push their universe’s story forward,” Miguel began as he reached his hand out and dragged the hologram along, showing us a specific web. “This is Earth-1218. Your dimension,” 

I stepped closer towards the hologram. It was strangely beautiful to look at. While the other webs were highlighted in red, mine was coloured in blue. 

“Your dimensions laws of physics and nature are so pure, that the very concept of a superhuman existing is out of the question. The science is not there,” Miguel went on as he slowly stalked around the hologram and came to my side. 

“What about the Spider that bit me? Did it come from another dimension?” I asked. 

The very question brought the memory of the Doc Ock fight back into Miguel’s mind as he replayed the moment of tossing him towards the Spider containment over and over again. He sighed, seeming tired and defeated. “Yes. Inter-dimensional travel is extremely dangerous unless you have the right tools. The spider slipped into your dimension, and when it bit you, it caused your universe to experience unplanned canon event,” 

He used his hands to zoom in on the web and upon closer inspection I saw that some of the blue lines were pulsing with white light. Like a spark of electricity. “What is it doing?” I looked over towards Miguel with a look of concern in my face. “Is my universe in danger because of this?” 

“Your universe appears to be trying to repair itself. If Peter and I didn’t find you when we did, more damage could have been done. Your universe is deciding whether or not it will accept a real Spider-Woman. Not just from your stories. If it doesn’t, the effects could be irreversible,” Miguel responded with a grim look. 

“What about. .  if I will become Spider-Woman or not?” I asked with uncertainty. 

Miguel looked at me for a hard second before web shooting my empty food bag and tossing it into the garbage shoot. I still had some fries left too! 

Miguel raised a cocky brow at me as he placed his hands on his hips. “There never was a Spider-Woman in Earth-1218, and there never will be,” 

“But Miguel,” Gwen’s voice perked up as she stepped forward. “She’s going to have powers now, right? She can’t just not use them, can’t she?”

“Gwen,” Miguel’s voice hung low as he shot her cautious glance. “Unless she wants her universe to not exist anymore, she doesn’t have a choice in that,” 

“But what if something happens that’s out of her control and they activate?” Jessica asked. “She’d be vulnerable,”  

“Out of the question. She can’t be Spider-Woman,” Miguel stated firmly. 

I coughed loudly into my first, gaining everyone’s attention. “May I say something,” I looked up towards Miguel. “Please?”

Surprised by my sudden outburst, his iris pulsed red briefly before a curious expression showed on his face. “Very well,” 

“If I can’t be Spider-Woman in my universe to preserve its existence, then fine, if it means protecting every life there. But what if I could still be Spider-Woman here?” I asked. 

“I see, you’re on to something,” Peter B. smirked, nodding in approval.

“What is she talking about? Like joining us?” Jessica looked between us all. 

My gaze returned to Miguel, my eyes pouring into his. “Train me. Let me practice here so I can better control these powers so they don’t accidental go off on me while I’m living my life,”

Miguel stared at me with a dumbfounded expression as he sighed, brushing his hand over his face and hair as he turned to the side, the gears in his head turning. 

“I understand that preserving the Multiverse is very important to you, and I want to help you in any way I can,” I stated. “But without all of your guidance, I’ll be going in blind,”

Another sigh escaped Miguel’s puffed lips as his gaze glanced back towards me, sizing me up. “Lyla, ask Margo to construct a gizmo for Lisa, please,” 

“Already did as soon as she came in,” Lyla winked. 

“Gizmo?” I repeated with a bewildered smile. 

“The Gizmo is a watch that will allow you to travel between other dimensions. In your case, between here and your dimension,” Gwen elaborated as she approached me, taking her mask off to reveal her side cut blonde hair with pink dye, eyebrow piercings, and navy blue eyes. “I’m Gwen, if that wasn’t obvious already,”

“Lisa,” I smiled as the two of us shook hands. 

“The fate of the multiverse may depend on your cooperation to this plan of yours, Lisa,” Miguel lectured softly as he stepped closer towards me. “Do you swear to only use your powers within the vicinity of the HQ?”

His stern, intimidating stare sent a shiver down my spine as he towered over me. I sucked in a breath, gulping before I stood firm, nodding my head. “I swear,”

There was a hint of a smirk on Miguel’s face as he hummed before reaching a large hand out towards mine. “Then welcome to the Spider-Society,” 

“You won’t regret this, Miguel, I’ll train hard,” I smiled as I shook his hand. His grip was firm, powerful compared to my smaller hand. I pulled back and silently cheered. “I’m ready to get started, the sooner the better!”

I fist bumped the air and felt a rush of energy course through my arm as something squirted out from my wrist. I looked up to see web fluid shoot out into the air. It hovered briefly before making a harsh descent, right into Miguel’s face. 

The room was silent as everyone looked upon the display, eyes widened as Gwen tried to hold in her laughter. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. “I’m so sorry! That doesn’t count does it?”

With a quiet grumble under his breath, Miguel swiftly brushed the web fluid off his face, casting it aside as he shot me a tired glance. “Like you said; The sooner the better,”

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Silk & Cologne (53)

A Miguel O'hara X OC series - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 53: Reborn - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara X Female OC/Spidersona

Words: 5.1K+ words

Warnings: Contains violence, some of it gruesome, near death experience and explosions.

Summary: The Spider gang sets out to rescue Kasey and save Earth-1218.

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Miguel and I made our way down the winding spiral staircase that led to the main floor of the island’s museum exhibit. According to Lyla’s scan, there weren’t any guards in the museum specifically, which was odd and a little concerning. The rest of them were patrolling the tunnels underground and the power generator room. 

That has to be where Kasey is being held. 

I was about to head for the security entrance when Miguel stopped me. “That path will be heavily guarded,” He pulled his hand away from my shoulder and I turned to face him as Miguel used his webbing to pull open one of the air vent grates on the floor. “We’ll sneak down through the pipeline,”

“I don’t think these blackouts will let me spider-crawl,” I grimaced in disappointment.

“Climb on my back,” Miguel instructed as he knelt down, motioning with his hand for me to come forward. “I’ll take us both down.”

My body trembled at first, but I sucked in a deep breath and buried any and all the nervous thoughts that rattled my nerves as I approached Miguel’s backside. His strong muscles tensed as I wrapped my arms around him before Miguel carefully hooked my legs around his waist as he slowly stood back up. Catching a glance at what he sees, it made me feel like I was the size of a small dog looking up at him. 

“All good?” He asked, making sure I was secured in his grasp. I nodded softly. “Alright, Noir, the rest of you move in,” Miguel spoke quickly through his commlink before dropping into the pipes. 

I hugged his backside as Miguel carefully crawled and made his way down, following the pipes deeper underground as his claws and talons etched into the concrete as he moved, carefully to not grab any withering pipes and have hot steam blow in our faces. He took a turn and at some point he was crawling along the ceiling and my hold on him tightened instantly as my pony tail dangled upside down. 

There was a flicker of an ache in my head as I shut my eyes. Deep breathes, deep breathes. . . 

“Almost there,” Miguel whispered softly to me as my chin grazed his shoulder. 

We progressed further and footsteps below us made Miguel stop in his tracks. The eyelets of his mask flared as we both glanced down, seeing a pair of guards patrolling down the hall below us. As long as we stayed hidden in the grates and pipes, they wouldn’t see us. But now we were far enough underground to realize we were getting close to their hideout, and to Kasey. 

Miguel glanced over to me, his eyelets narrowing lightly as I felt his voice echo through the bond. “We’ll wait for them to round the corner, then we’ll drop down.” 

“Alright.” I nodded back. 

We watched with bated breath as the guards looped around the corner, their footsteps getting quieter the further they walked. When it seemed like they were a safe distance away, Miguel reached down with his claws and carved an opening for us, catching the loose piece before it could drop and set it aside. Going down feet first, he dropped down to the floor, carrying me on his back. 

“Noir, we’re in,” Miguel’s voice was soft when he spoke through the commlink of his gizmo. “Lyla, has Kasey’s cell phone signal changed?”

“It’s still in the same coordinates, Miguel,” Lyla answered, showing him a small map of the area. There was a big open room, with Kasey’s cell phone ping in the far corner. Noir and the other’s gizmo signals were in a hall on the opposite end. 

“We’ll do a pincer maneuver, catch’em off guard on both sides,” Noir suggested. 

“I can get behind that,” Miguel nodded as he set me down to my feet, his hand trailing up to my shoulder as he gave it a soft squeeze. “Feeling alright?”

I took in a few deep breaths, waiting for my vision to clear up and the room stopped spinning. “Yeah. . .”

“Here,” Miguel reached down to my gizmo, cycling through one of the settings before attuning it to almost full power. “Remember the modification I made for your gizmo?”

“The one that keeps my powers in check while I’m here?” I recalled.

Miguel nodded. “I’ve modified the functionality and increased the shielding levels. Save it as an absolute last resort, but. . . this should help protect you a little better if you ever feel you need to use your powers.”

My eyelets widened at the revelation, my fingers curling into a fist as he let my hand drop. “Thank you,”

He nodded back. “You’re welcome,” He raised his gizmo to his mouth. “Noir, we go on my signal.”

“Copy that,” Spider-Man Noir responded before Miguel cut the line, and he signaled me to follow him.

Our footsteps were light as we hugged the walls, going in the same direction as the guards we spotted earlier and following Lyla’s map. We came upon a corner, peeking around to see the guards keeping watch by a large door. That had to be it. 

“You still have any of your smoke bombs on you?” Miguel asked me. 

I nodded softly, reaching for my pouch as I pulled one out. I may not be able to use my powers without hurting myself, but that didn’t mean I still had other tricks up my sleeve. I looked up at Miguel as his fingers slowly gave me a countdown, ticking like a bomb waiting to go off. 

3… 2… 1! 

I swung low, tossing the smoke bomb at their feet and the pink puff of smoke exploded around them. They yelped, cursing at the commotion as they scrambled to figure out what had happened as the smoke began to encase more of the hall. Before they could even get their bearings, Miguel swooped in and knocked out cold, dropping their bodies to the ground as the smoke dispersed. 

I approached their bodies cautiously, noticing some of Miguel’s webbing restraining them to the floor and had duck taped their mouths shut to muffle their pain agony should they wake up. I peeked through the small window at the door, scanning the room. 

There were guards stationed at different parts of the room, and there was Chameleon walking across the floor. His very presence made my blood boil and I couldn’t wait to wipe that smirk off his face. Even more so when I see him approach a corner and my stomach dropped when I saw Kasey’s mouth taped and her wrists handcuffed to a pipe. 

“She’s here!” My heart threatened to jump out of my throat as I grabbed Miguel’s arm. 

Miguel gently eased me off of him, offering me a reassuring squeeze before he looked through the window himself, and spoke through his gizmo. “Pincer maneuver on my go.”

The seconds ticked by as Miguel waited for the guards closet to their door to turn their backs and begin walking away. 

“Now!” Miguel yelled before using his spider strength to force the door open with a slam of his side. 

“Shit, they’ve found us!” Chameleon growled. “Open fire!” 

Another blast could be heard from the opposite side of the room as Noir led Gwen, Webslinger, and my friends into battle, each of them carrying a “noobie safe” weapon provided by Gabriel, as he liked to call them. 

Laser fire erupted all around us as the spiders began to move into position. Like the true coward he was, I watched as Chameleon yelled something into a comlink he had and a portal opened before him and my blood turned cold when he started reaching for Kasey. 

“Go, I’ll cover you!” Miguel shoved me forward, encouraging me to go. 

He leapt a head, using his webbing to snatch and toss a few guards closest to me as I began sprinting across the room, running in zig zags to avoid getting hit by blaster fire. It was time to put this modification to my gizmo to use. Mentally preparing myself for the rush of pain I’d inevitably felt, I fired a web sling to stick to a large support beam on the ceiling as I swung towards Chameleon. 

The pain that flowed through me from the spider venom wasn’t as bad as when I pushed Touga out of the way of Chameleon’s bullet, but it stung like hell as I whistled loudly to get his attention. “Hey, asshole!” 

Chameleon turned to face me and before he could do anything else. I thrusted my free hand forward, firing a blob of web fluid onto his chest. 

“Yeaaaa-aaa-aahhh!” 

I sang a short melody, but it was short and sweet, as the golden webs shined and then vibrated violently thrusting Chameleon back and straight through the portal.

“You won’t rob anyone of anything ever again.” I snarled towards him just before the portal closed. 

Soft whimpering caught my ear as I was brought back to the present reality and not my high of kicking that scumbag to the curb as he rightfully deserved. I quickly rushed to Kasey’s side, taking the tape off her mouth first. 

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Lisa? Is that you?!” She gawked, her cheeks stained with dried up tears as her voice sounded hoarse from her understandably and heartbreaking crying. “What the hell is going on?”

“A lot is happening right now, but we’re going to get you out of here, and I’ll promise I’ll explain everything when this is all over,” I rambled as I fiddled with the lock of the handcuffs, focusing on my spider strength as I crushed it just enough to trigger the lock mechanism and Kasey’s wrists were free. I pulled her up to her feet. “But most importantly, I’m sorry about our fight.”

Kasey seemed to almost stare at me in absolutely bewilderment. “You’re bringing this up now?!”

“I mean it had been on my mind lately, when you weren’t around, I thought you were ignoring me, and uh—” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. “Look, I didn’t really make friends since my hiatus from dance before moving to New York, so. . .”

Sympathy and recognition flared in Kasey’s eyes almost simultaneously as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry too.”

I wrapped her into a tight hug. “Still friends?”

“Well, we won’t be unless we get out of here!” Kasey yelped as she gripped my shoulders and pulled away from me, forcing me to look at the absolute brawl going on around us. 

“Right, sorry!!” My cheeks flushed with a shake of my head before I grabbed her wrist. “Come on, I’ll take you back the way we came!”

I pulled Kasey along with me as we ran through the fire fight, the spiders fighting around us providing cover when they could. Even Touga, Hannah and Toya regrouped with us and ran alongside us for an escort. 

“Oh I am definitely keeping this!” Touga grinned. 

“Aw hell no!” Kasey shot back, eyes narrowed. 

We nearly made it to the stairs of the door Miguel and I came through when suddenly another portal opened in front of us. I had the same colour hue as the giant portal outside and alarm bells along with my spider-sense rang in my ears as a cluster of Oscorp guards emerged. 

Along with a man in a dark lab coat with a black visor mask that covered his face, and a metal backpack that summoned four giant metal tentacle arms. 

“Well this wasn’t how I wanted our first encounter to go,” The man spoke, his voice synthesized by the mask. 

Dr. Octavious of Earth-1997. 

His arms suddenly extended, violently shoving my friends away from me and into the middle of the firefight. 

“No!” I screamed, moving to reach for them until one of his metal arms wrapped around me tightly like an eel slithering on its prey. “Miguel!”

Miguel had taken down a trio of guards in one fell swoop when he heard my cry. He looked over in my direction and the eyelets of his mask flashed with worry. “Let her go!”

His yell, followed by his almost animal like leap caught the attention of the other spiders, as they all broke apart from their own fights to join Miguel, as they all leapt for Dr. Octavious. 

“My apologies, my quarrel isn’t with you Spiders,” Dr. Octavious launched a series of disc like drones and they summoned a laser grid, cutting and blocking off the room in half. The Spiders were trapped on one side, while Dr. Octavious and I were caught in the other as his tentacles around my body squeezed me tightly, causing me to try out before dropping me like a ragdoll. “It’s with this fake.”

“You don’t know anything about me-!” I coughed, fighting to stand.

“You. Are. Nothing!” Dr. Octavious bellowed and with a swing of his tentacles, he struck me down hard onto the ground.

For a moment, my body went limp and I swore I could feel bones cracking. My ears were ringing as I fought to keep my eyes open. My movements were slow as I forced myself to get up, the concrete crumbling underneath me as I pulled myself out of a small crater. I felt like I was falling apart, bit by bit as I dug deep and harnessed what I had of my powers as I tried to shoot a web from my wrist. But all I felt was pain, excruciating pain. 

I glanced down at my wrist and my eyes went wide, my mouth dry as I found my gizmo cracked and broken, the screen short circuiting. Without the gizmo to shield me, the pain I felt from unleashing my powers in the short spurts I could manage came rushing over my body like a flood and the horrendous ache I felt amplified. It took everything in me to silence my cries, to try and not give Dr. Octavious the satisfaction of putting me through hell. 

Voices were muffled behind me, along with the sounds of banging and crashing as I glanced over my shoulder. I found Miguel attempting to claw his way through the barrier Octavious had made, the rest of the Spiders and my friends making their own attempts to chip away at it to get to me. More Oscorp grunts were summoned as they slowly began to close in from behind them. 

If I didn’t do something, my friends, my world, could be destroyed. 

“Now be a good girl and surrender yourself to us. You do that, and your universe will be spared.” Dr. Octavious extended his hand towards me, with his two upper tentacles reaching forward alongside them. 

“Shut. . . up. . .” My blood was boiling as I put every ounce of strength I had to pull myself up to my knees and spit at his feet in disgust. I glared daggers at him, staring right into his soul. “I’d never surrender to you.”

No reaction. He didn’t even recoil. 

“A shame,” He tilted his head to the side. 

His tentacles reeled back, preparing a punch and my body tensed, bracing for the impact. They launched forward and I fought to keep myself from shutting my eyes, to keep my gaze locked on Dr. Octavious’ face as I heard Miguel scream my name behind me. ‘I’m sorry’ I spoke through the bond, hoping my message would reach him. 

There was a bright light and for a split second I thought my life was going to flash before my eyes. 

The punch never came. 

“Lisa Kendrick.”

This voice. It wasn’t Dr. Octavious. It wasn’t even a man’s voice for that matter. 

I opened my eyes and found myself no longer in the underground tunnels of the Statue of Liberty. I wasn’t even so sure I was in New York anymore, or my dimension for that matter. My mind was utterly lost as I took in my surroundings. 

Here I was kneeling on a large rocky platform, held up by a series of webs that seemed to stretch out into the void. Various patches and open slots of the webbing acted as little screens, replaying various moments from different dimensions of. . . that world’s Spider-Man. My gaze turned and my eyes fell before a black throne. 

The same throne I had seen in my panic attack just mere minutes ago, and sitting on that throne was the same woman in the red visor and long dress. It was as if a door had opened in my mind, revealing a light at the other end. I’ve seen her from somewhere before. 

“You have a choice to make it.” 

Was it really who I thought it was?

‘Miguel? Can you hear me?’ 

“He can’t reach you here, dear, and neither can you,” Madame Web spoke calmly.

I’m sorry. Madame shocking Web?!

I suddenly felt hilariously underdressed as I looked down at my tattered spider-suit as I managed to pull myself up from my knees, brushing myself off as I never strayed my gaze from her. “You brought me here?”

“In record time too,” A ghost of a smile formed on my lips. 

I could sense the power coursing through it as my spider-sense registered her presence. The red and blue aura hovered over her mind as she tilted her chin down, as if sensing my own spider-sense. I could feel it radiating from her; She was powerful. 

“Why am I here?” I asked her.

“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?” The corners of her lips curled. 

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and with a wave of her hand, the webs shifted, moved to comb around us like a cocoon. More. . . memories played back along the webbings. My memories of training with the other spiders, fighting anomalies, swinging through Nueva York with Miguel, and now. . . the battle in my New York at the Statue of Liberty. 

The moment where Dr. Octavious threw his metal tentacle forward to draw forth the killing blow. It might as well have been a painting because it looked like that moment in time seemed frozen. Nobody was moving. Did Madame Web freeze time somehow?

“Is this really happening?” My eyes fell upon her once again. 

“If you allow it to,” Madame Web nodded. 

She emerged from her throne, standing gracefully as she slowly descended down the steps towards me. Her silver white hair was tied back in a tight knit bun, her visor covering the top half of her face, giving way to pale skin and rosy pink lips. Madam Web almost seemed to glide as she approached me and I suddenly felt really intimidated, and maybe a little scared. 

“Are you going to take Dr. Octavious’ threats to heart?” Her look seemed to narrow as she looked down towards me. “Or are you going to fight.”

My own eyes narrowed back as I placed a hand over my heart. “I want to fight. Fight to protect my friends, my family, and my world.”

“If that is your desire,” Madame Web extended a hand towards me. “I will make it so.”

My heart was pounding so loud, I swear it felt like my eardrums were vibrating. My hand slowly inched closer and closer until it brushed along Madame Web’s smooth skin, grasping her own. We both held hands and she inched closer and my head began to pulse. 

“Deep breaths now, and focus.” She commanded. 

I did as she asked, taking a breath and closing my eyes. I could feel her psychic powers enter my mind. I felt as if I was expanding, opening more doors, unlocking a cage that was entrapped within me, and I suddenly felt. . . free. A surge of warmth coursed through me and I opened my eyes to see a golden hue surrounding me and my wounds had healed. 

“You are reborn, Spider-Muse,” Madame Web smiled. “Use your power wisely.”

With great power comes great responsibility. 

“I will,” I nodded softly with a determined smile. “I promise.”

Madame Web stepped back and waved her hand. I looked up to see a golden portal hovering above us, the shapes and texture reminding me a lot of Miguel’s gizmo portals. We shared one more look at each other before she beckoned me to go. I shot a web sling up into the portal and I couldn’t help the smile that curled on my lips when I didn’t feel any pain. 

I leaped into the portal, soaring into the blinding light.

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“A shame,” Dr. Octavious tilted his head to the side. 

His tentacles reeled back, preparing a punch and my body tensed, bracing for the impact. They launched forward and I fought to keep myself from shutting my eyes, to keep my gaze locked on Dr. Octavious’ face as I heard Miguel scream my name behind me.

I caught the punch with my hand. 

I could feel my friends registering my new source of power through the spider-sense, a brush of pride twinkled down my mind. The metal collided with a bang and I felt a rush of stinging pain course down my arm, but I fought off the pain, grinding my teeth together as I slowly inched up to my feet. There was a flicker of shock in the Dr.’s facial expression, the optics of his mask glimmering. 

“Impossible!” Dr. Octavious barked, his voice filled with fury. 

“You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t do!” I shot back. I fired a web sling with my free hand, as it hooked around two more of his tentacles and I pulled on the string as hard as I could. The Dr. collapsed to the ground, his one remaining metal arm staggering for leverage. 

I could hear my friends cheer for me as I dared a step closer towards the good doctor. 

“My name is Lisa Kendrick,” I panted, glaring daggers at Dr. Octavious. With my free hand, I slapped my hand onto the tentacle I had caught and activated my webbing, watching as it streaked up the metal arm and latched on to his face. “I was bitten by a radioactive spider–”

Using my new found strength, I shoved Dr. Octavious away from me and right through a wall. The cement blocks crumbled, the rubble toppling him as he gathered himself to shake off the hit. I whirled around, taking down the drones that held up the laser grid and freed my friends from the trap. Trembling in their boots, the Oscorp guards nervously staggered back as Gwen and the others rushed to take them down, while Miguel ran for my side. 

“–And for the past month and a half,” I squared my shoulders as I reached down towards my music player, sensing Miguel’s movement as he began firing webbing all over the room, interconnecting with my own as Dr. Octavious staggered back to meet my gaze. “I’ve been this dimension’s one and only, Spider-Muse.”

I pressed play. 

[Lyrics: English translation of Usseewa by Ado] 

“Show me right and wrong

All of your stupid wants–!” 

One by one the webs began to glow, and I had never been more happy to see their golden hue as I stepped back, lifting a foot into Miguel’s hand. He reached down deep before with a heavy heave, he threw me into the air. 

“Give me your best and I'll show you scum where you belong!” 

The beat kicked in as the webs around Dr. Octavious exploded in a ball of fire, erupting and caving a hole in the ceiling as the doctor was blasted through, flying back out into the surface world and at the foot of the giant Lady Liberty. I immediately swung after him, and I knew Miguel and the others weren’t far behind me, as they fought alongside me, creating more webbing for me as I skated and danced on it like ice while avoiding Dr. Octavious’ attacks. 

“Yes, I’m the pillar of a moral code

So no, I’ll be peaceful when it comes to blows

Pen sharper yet than both the gun and sword

I'll shoot you with my words, to battle we go~” 

I channeled webbing onto my fists, creating little empowered gloves like I did during my first sparring match with Miguel. It only seemed like yesterday, and I learned so much since that point on. Some of my webbing that remained on Dr. Octavious’ face had left him in a daze as I swooped in, and sucker punched him in the face. 

That seemed to knock him out of his trance as he snarled angrily and tried to swing one of his metal arms at me, but quickly realized that they were stuck together in more webbing. He cursed under his breath as he resorted to hand to hand combat. He fought like a well trained boxer, and was giving me a run for my money, but I wouldn’t back down either. 

“Oh my, did that sound so deranged?

I’m sorry, let me change~” 

I ducked down, spin kicking his legs as he toppled backwards right into Miguel who scratched at his backpack, damaging the hardwire that seemed to control the navigation of his metal arms. Dr. Octivous growled as he exchanged looks between the two of us, debating who to strike at first. Whenever he wasn’t focused on Miguel, he would take a swing at me. 

“I don't know who, but someone’s gotta take the blame

Stuck in a daze and I can't recover, mayday...!” 

I knelt down, placing my palm down on the webbed platform Dr. Octavious was on. 

“Oh, what a shame, see–” 

It vanished beneath his feet as he began to free fall back down to the surface below. I offered Miguel a wink as I did so before falling after the villain. 

“Surfing the mainstream, the news in your veins~” 

I shot a web sling at his feet, yanking myself closer as I latched on to his body and began using my webbing to wrap him in a cocoon from his boots up to his shoulders. 

‘Stock-prices failing, while work wastes away~” 

Using my enchantment, I slapped a lob of webbing onto his face and put him to sleep. I glanced down, seeing a cluster of the remaining Oscorp guards gathered around a newly opened portal, most likely headed back to Earth-1997, and Harry Osborne’s headquarters. 

“Riding the pipedream, your joy turns to hate~” 

I spun my body around, landing on my feet whilst holding a tight grip on the large wrapped body of Dr. Octavious. They all raised their weapons towards me as the rest of the team hung back, but took fight ready stances should the need arise. Miguel landed at my side, his talons extending, as I offered him to hold one half of the giant cocoon. 

“Now this is the calling to all us corporate slaves!” 

The Oscorp guards began to look nervous and I could just make out Harry Osborne’s furious look behind them. I shared a glance with Miguel and I could sense the smirk under his mask as we both got into position, took aim and together we tossed Dr. Octavious’ cocooned body towards the Oscorp guards. 

“Haa? Usse usse ussewa!I'm limping in a grave, but I haven't quit~”

The cocoon collided with the guards like they were bowling pines being knocked down and scoring a strike. Some of them, along with Dr. Octavious’ cocooned body fell through the portal, nearly toppling Harry in the process.

“Average, slacker, that's your bid

Never understand me, but I bet that I'll win!” 

The few guards that remained scrambled to their feet as Harry yelled, screamed at them to go back out and fight. As they came running towards us, me and Miguel exchanged one more look and his eyelets flared with a mischievous glint as he bowed slightly, offering me his hand. I took it gladly as together we fought and danced against the guards, snatching them with our webbing. 

“Ah, what a perfect fit--

Is it the wind or is that dumb farce a lame melody?” 

One by one we sent a guard packing, vaulting and tossing each one through the portal. At this point it was as we were trying to deliberately strike Harry with them. After all, he orchestrated an invasion on my dimension. If the meaning of the song wasn’t getting through to him, I’d say it in a language I knew he’d understand. 

“Shut up, shut up, shut the hell up!I'll mark you with an X, now, let's begin, I'll win, I'm done with this!” 

With one more burst of energy, I channeled the webbing around my gloves and formed it into a giant ball before tossing it towards the portal. The webbing flashed in gold repeatedly, almost like a ticking time bomb. I could see the split second of fear in Harry’s eyes as he yelled over to someone and as the portal shrank, I could see the brief light of smoke and imploding webbing before the portal collapsed. 

For a moment there was just silence. Stunned silence as the wind blew in my air. I reached for my mask, pulling it off as I caught my breath and I dropped my knees. “I did it,” I panted softly as I looked up towards Miguel who knelt beside me, a steady hand at my back. “I can use my powers!”

“I’m so proud of you,” Miguel’s eyes poured into mine, his other hand caressing the side of my face. “You were magnificent,” 

I breathed him in before reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Thank you. . . for taking a chance on me. I know I didn’t make things easy at first and I’m sorry for that, but. . .”

“Lisa,” Miguel’s voice snapped me out of my pity party spiral as he gently pulled my head back and made me look at him. “I’ve always believed in you. Ever since you bested me that day. Thank you for proving me wrong.”

My lips curled into a smile as a single tear raced down my cheek. Miguel’s large thumb gently brushed it aside before pulling me back into an embrace, kissing my temple. I was about to tell him about Madame Web when footsteps came running over.

“Hate to break up the celebration, but we’re not quite finished yet.” Gwen spoke with worry before pointing up towards the sky. 

My eyes trailed up as Miguel helped me to my feet and I thought I might faint. 

The primary portal from Earth-1997 was still active, and it was becoming unstable.

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Silk & Cologne (43)

A Miguel O'hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 43 - Leap - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female OC

Words: 4.7K+ words

Warning: PG - jumping off buildings, free falling, parkouring, brief sad backstory

Summary: Miguel takes Lisa on a tour of Nueva York

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When I arrived in Earth 928 at the Spider-Society headquarters, I was greeted by the charming smiles of both of the O’Hara brothers. Gabriel’s smile was playful and cherry as he tossed me a flirty wink and quip. Miguel rolled his eyes at his brother, elbowing him in the shoulder, and after recovering from his protective tantrum, his smile returned as he handed me a container of food. 

I respected Miguel’s wishes in keeping our relationship professional while at HQ. But that wouldn’t stop me from showing him my appreciation after realizing how hungry I was after rehearsal was extended for over an hour. I looked around to make sure the three of us were the only ones in the area before standing up on my toes to peck Miguel’s cheek with a quick kiss.

“Thank you, Migs,” I smiled sweetly at him before I dug into my meal. 

His cheeks had flushed, the kiss surprisingly catching him by surprise as the three of us walked down the hall. Miguel gave me a look as he raised a hand to his cheek, his fingertips brushing along the spot where I had left my token of affection. 

I felt his stare as I swallowed my bite of food before looking up at him. “What? I made sure no one was looking,” I offered him a teasing smirk. 

Miguel huffed, his chest puffing as he tried and failed to hold back a chuckle. “That you did,” He shook his head. “Already looking for a way to bend the rules are you?”

“What can I say?” I shrugged as I snuck in another bite. “You have that effect on me,”

“You two are just adorable,” Gabriel cooed. 

Miguel immediately shot Gabriel a look, his gaze piercing his very soul. “Gabri–!”

“I know, I know, I didn’t see nothing,” Gabriel rose his hands in surrender, “But Lyla see’s all,”

“That she does!” The AI herself momentarily appeared at Gabriel’s side, patting his head lovingly before vanishing. 

I made small talk with Gabriel as we walked, partially because I felt bad about Miguel scolding him. Sure they were brothers and they could get on each other's nerves almost 24/7, but wouldn’t it hurt to have a conversation without at least one joke or nitpick towards one another? Again, I am an only child, and if this is some form of showing sibling love and affection, I wouldn’t know. 

As we walked through the hall and passed the occasional patrol unit, I felt almost naked walking around the Society in my normal clothes. It was like waking up here all over again. I couldn’t believe everything had happened in just over a month. It certainly didn’t feel like that, in fact, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was actually longer. 

I finished my dinner by the time we arrived at Gabriel’s workshop. Hovering on the same platform where I had stood before to get my old suit upgraded, was my new and improved suit. It looked the same as before, but with better stitching it seemed and fresh fabric and spandex. My eyes sparked, my lips curling into a smile as I approached the platform, the food container long forgotten. 

“This looks amazing!” I beamed before turning back to the brothers. “It’s like it never left,”

“And there’s hoping it stays that way,” Miguel gently teased me, hands behind his back as he approached me, “But that’s not your suit,”

“Eh?” I raise a brow at Miguel. “What are you talking about? That’s my suit,”

“It’s one of your suits. This suit you can use for your show, yes,” Gabriel clarified as he walked over to his console, pressing a few buttons as a compartment opened up and he pulled out a chip. He held it up with a proud smile, “Now this on the other hand is your actual suit, should you want it”

“Huh?” Now I was majorly confused as I exchanged a look between the two brothers. 

“Big brother, do the honors,” Gabriel smirked as he tossed the chip over to Miguel. 

Miguel caught it in his large hand, controlling his strength to not crush the little device with his fingers. He stepped closer to me, gently taking my wrist as he installed it into my gizmo. I watched his fingers closely, entranced by their movements. 

Miguel’s eyes glanced over my face, a soft smile on his face, “It was my idea,” He spoke before taking a step back. “Give it a try,”

I glanced down at my Gizmo, seeing a new feature light up on the screen. I pressed the button and the gizmo lit up briefly in recognition before some form of hard light washed over my body. I gasped, startled as I stood back and shut my eyes. I didn’t feel any pain, or felt any different for that matter. 

“Lisa, it’s alright,” Miguel reassured me gently as I felt his hands engulf mine, lowering my hands from my face. “Take a look,”

I glanced down at myself and nearly stopped breathing. It was my suit. It was on my body.

I was at a loss for words as I examined myself, taking in every inch of me as I turned and moved around. “I don’t– How?!”

“Holographic Nano-Technology,” Miguel answered me with a knowing smile. I watched as he flicked his wrist and his left sleeve of his suit suddenly dematerialized, snaking up his arm to show off his muscled tone forearm and bicep. “Look familiar now?”

I tried not to blush as I noticed the slight tufts of body hair along his arm. I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring at his flexing muscle, but it was hard when he was clearly doing it on purpose to make me look. 

My eyes widened at the realization as I pointed at him. “It works just like yours!”

“Exactly, however the difference between ours, I have sensors implanted in my body allowing me to telepathically trigger the suit on command, should the need arise,” He explained before casting me a reassuring look. “Don’t worry, I opted for yours to be the less painful method,”

“Now you don’t have to worry about running back to your apartment to grab your suit before coming here, or worrying about your friends or family accidentally finding it,” Gabriel crossed his arms, giving me an almost teasing glance. “Or villains and their cronies stealing it,”

My eyes flared as I glared over at Miguel. “You told him?”

“I had to give him a valid reason to go through with the idea,” Miguel rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

“His original idea of you two matching was enough, but I toyed with him and said that it wasn’t enough to convince me,” Gabriel grinned. 

“Hey!” Miguel’s nostrils flared as he gave Gabriel a pointed look. 

I could see the look in Miguel’s eyes, knowing he could be seconds away for murdering his brother for outing him like that. I quickly stepped between them, placing a steady hand on Miguel’s chest. “I think it’s a really cool idea, Miguel, I appreciate you thinking about me,”

Miguel’s face softened as he looked down at me, his muscles relaxing as he lowered his arms. There was a sound from behind me as Gabriel had coughed in his hand before motioning for me to continue, obviously waiting for his turn of praise. I offered him a knowing smirk, though my eyes spoke genuine appreciation. 

“You too, Gabriel, thank you for fixing up my suit, again,” I chuckled softly. 

Gabriel smirked, offering me a gracious bow. “If my work is done, I’ll leave you to it,”

Miguel rolled his eyes at his brother before offering him a nod of gratitude as he left. “So, how does it feel?” He glanced down at me. 

I quickly realized my hand was still on his chest, and while I normally would have blushed like a tomato at the gesture, I managed to keep myself calm enough to the point I wouldn’t faint as I pulled away and took a moment to look at myself in the suit again. “I think I’ll need to go on that test drive before I make a decision,”

“Is that so?” Miguel purred gently as a grin curled on his lips, arms crossing over his chest. 

“Well, I was promised a tour of Nueva York, wasn’t I?” I reminded him casually, hands behind my back. 

“That you were,” Miguel nodded before offering me his arm. “I always keep my promises, smart girl,”

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Before we left, I changed out of my clothes, keeping my underclothes on, before equipping my new spider suit in order to get the full experience of its potential. It was Miguel’s suggestion, based on his own experience fighting crime in a holographic suit. 

“What do you usually wear under your suit, Miguel?” I asked him with a genuine expression. “Like anything with a specific material or fabric that helps make. . . things more comfortable?”

“Wait, you’re asking me?” Miguel looked at me, eyes widened in surprise. 

“Well, I mean, you’re one of the first Spider-People I met and first started teaching me the ropes,” My cheeks flushed at his reaction as I caressed my arm nervously. “I was just wondering if you could give me pointers is all,”

Miguel placed his hands on his hips as he glanced over to the side, the gears in his head turning. “Other than protective padding for well, you know,” He inclined his head down, and I didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know what he was referring to. “I. . . I don’t wear anything,”

I could see the flush on his cheeks darken as his voice went quiet and in the split second it took me to realize what he had meant, his face turned completely red, matching with my own. “You mean you go commando?” I found myself saying aloud.

“Lisa–!” His face was almost as red as a tomato, taken back at my forward question. He brushed a hand through his hair before snaking back to rub the back of his neck. “I– well, yeah. . .”

“Oh. . .” my cheeks flushed a shade darker as I shuffled my feet, glancing at the floor for a moment before slowly getting the courage to look back at him. “Are you. . .?”

Miguel sighed, bringing his hand around to cover his mouth in an attempt to hide his blush. He shakes his head as a soft, low chuckle escapes his lips as he lowered his hand. “Am I commando right now?”

He said it for me. I nodded, almost afraid to say the words aloud. 

Miguel takes a deep breath before meeting my gaze. “I am,” he answered honestly before taking a careful step closer towards me. “Does that make you feel uncomfortable, Mona?”

I gawk at his question, fumbling nervously, “Oh! No, no, I’m okay. I mean, you do whatever makes you more comfortable. You guys wear the suits all the time, right? Do what you gotta do,”

“So you’re fine with it?” He asked me, raising a brow in my direction. 

Now that I got a good look at him, and seeing the outlines of his muscles, his chest, the abs, his back, and the. . . competition to ‘America’s Ass’. His suit left nothing to the imagination. Miguel really wasn’t wearing anything underneath. 

My heart started pounding in my chest, palms sweating, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. 

He’s been commando this whole time that I’ve known him in the suit?! 

Am I fine with this? 

“Yeah! Totally fine,” I nodded almost too eagerly, brushing off his worry. “I’ll take a note on the padding,”

We stood on the private balcony coming out from Miguel’s private elevator that overlooked the city. The sun had already set and the bright neon city lights were taking form like stars across the skyscrapers and street lamps. They looked like small specs from where we were. 

Miguel glanced over, caressing a steady hand on my shoulder. “You ready?” 

“Wait, you want to leave from up here?” I asked him, whipping my head to look at him. 

“I think it’s the most scenic route into the city,” Miguel offered me a kind smile as he began walking towards the edge, turning to face me. “I promised you a tour after all,”

“I’ve never done a leap this high before,” I cautiously followed after him, the hairs on my neck and arms tingling as I glanced down to the city below, “Not even during training here at HQ,”

“That’s all it is, Lisa,” Miguel reassured me with a gentle look. “A leap of faith,” 

Something about those words struck a chord in me as I watched Miguel standing up on the railing of the balcony. Miguel offered me his hand and with an anxious tremble, I took it and he helped me up to stand beside him. The wind was beginning to pick up as Miguel’s mask materialized over his face, his eyelets widening as he looked over at me. “I’ll be here to catch you if you need me,”

The next thing I knew, he jumped, taking a swan dive off the balcony towards the city surface. I couldn’t help but stare as I watched him fall. In another life, maybe he could have been an olympic diver or swimmer. Then again, this is the multiverse, so perhaps there was a dimension somewhere where that was in fact a reality. 

Okay, now I’m just rambling to stall myself from jumping, come on, Lisa! 

After scolding myself to toughen up, I took a deep breath, flexing and wiggling my fingers to ease my nerves and to somehow manifest my hands to stop sweating. I repeated Miguel’s words in my head, over and over again. I took one more look at the city below me before closing my eyes. 

I jumped. 

The felt the wind first, blowing through my hair and against my body as I began free falling towards the city. My body front flipped and swayed as I basked in the thrill, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I thought it would burst and soar away. The bright lights drew closer and bigger. 

I was beginning to understand skydivers a bit better now. This was exhilarating! 

Okay, wait for it. . . Now! 

I fired a web sling at the building closest to my location. I watch as the web connects and my fingers grip around the sling and I find myself swinging over a highway, just high enough to avoid the traffic of hover cars. I let go and fired another web sling, swinging again. 

I was doing it! I was web slinging through the city!

As I swung, I took a moment to glance around. Nueva York’s skyscrapers and buildings were sleek and definitely screamed future. Literally every building I saw was made with white metal plating and glass, and their lights were as bright as christmas lights. Holographic projects of brand advertisements, TV promos could be seen on every other block, and their parks and areas where there were green were kept clean and surprisingly organized and well kept. 

I couldn’t help myself as a joyful laugh escaped my lips as I swung around a corner, attempting a mid air barrel roll before firing another web sling. When there’s no villains or anomalies to worry about, this was so much fun!  

“Look at you!” Miguel’s voice rang through the air as he swung to my side, appearing from a different corner. He must have hung back and watched me to allow me to get my bearings first. “I knew you could do it, I’m so proud of you,”

“Really?” My voice cracked through the wind as the eyelets of my mask widened from his praise. 

“I mean it, Mona Lisa,” I could hear Miguel’s smile through his mask. “Now, let’s start that tour. Follow me,”

Miguel led the way as he showed me around the city. From what I could gather during my time in my dimension’s New York, it looked like a lot of the streets and locations were roughly the same in both dimensions. Though there were subtle differences between the two, giving Nueva York its own charm. 

Miguel showed me Central Park, which I thought was prettier than the one back home. They had a giant holographic chess board where you could control the pieces with digital remotes. We snuck in a quick game before heading over to the Rockefeller Center where their ice rink was kept frozen year round, and after taking a quick break to grab a snack from a place called ‘Tony’s’, I could just barely make out the statue of liberty. 

The two of us swung up and touched down on the roof of a build, taking a moment to catch our breath. I shook my arms, loosening the joints as my muscles started to ache from the swinging. I glanced over towards Miguel, “Okay, I can admit it, Nueva York looks so much cooler than my New York,”

“Now, now, this isn’t a competition,” Miguel shook his head, chuckling quietly as he neared me. 

“But if it was, you’d win?” I asked him with a knowing look. 

“Oh absolutely,” I could practically hear the grin on his face as he placed his hands on his hips. 

I laughed at his comment as I looked at his suit, my gaze shifting down and up. Felt nothing to the imagination indeed. I could feel the chill from the wind as it flew through my hair, glancing around. “What’s here?”

“See that building over there?” Miguel pointed, “The one with the ivory plating?”

I followed his direction to see that exact building. It was one of the few buildings I saw that didn’t have the go to white futuristic aesthetic. “Yeah?”

“That is Babylon Towers,” Miguel explained, his voice suddenly turning soft, “It was my home. . . with Xina,”

The eyelets of my mask widened as I glanced over at him. I noticed his shoulders had relaxed, but kept up a straight, hardened stance that showed off his powerful back as I stepped closer to him. 

“It was my first apartment after moving away from Gabriel and our folks. It was there where I woke up that one morning and realized me getting my powers wasn’t some crazy dream,” He went on, reminiscing, “Xina gave birth to Gabriela right on the living room floor,”

“You’re kidding?!” I gawked at the man. 

Miguel chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. “By the time I called the hospital and got her bag ready to go, she was so far dilated, she insisted on having her right there and then. The door man came up and helped me deliver our baby girl right before the paramedics arrived,”

“Wow. . .” I could help but smile. “Xina. . . she sounds awesome,”

“She really was,” Miguel nodded his head in agreement. 

“You don’t live there anymore?” I asked him gently, reaching for his hand, silently offering. 

He caught my movement by the corner of his eye. He sighed, his large fingers reaching over and grasping my own. “Shortly after she passed away, and then Gabri–” he paused, as if struggling to finish the sentence, “The memories were too much. Some villains had also gotten too close noticing my comings and goings. I sold the apartment to a co-worker of mine, and moved in to my current private residence shortly after to be closer to Alchemax,” 

I listened to him attentively, allowing him to finish his explanation before speaking up.

So the Spider-Society Headquarters is in this dimension’s Alchemax building? 

“I’m sure that must have been hard,” I spoke gently, my thumb gently rubbing against his hand. “I’m sorry,”

“It took me a while to come to terms with it,” Miguel took a deep breath before glancing over at me, “But I learned to move on,” 

We both stood there for a little while, hand in hand as we stared and admired Babylon Towers. It was a beautiful building. Perhaps if I was lucky and had quite a bit more paychecks under my belt, I could upgrade my living space and find something similar back home?

I gently gripped Miguel’s hand together, giving him a soft squeeze before pulling my hand away. “So, any other places you wanted to show me?”

“Unfortunately, Nueva York is so vast, it is physically impossible to show you everything in one night,” Miguel chuckled softly, slowly shaking off the earlier tension. “I’ve pretty much shown you everything I thought you’d like, so we can call it there for the tour. It’s getting late too, I wouldn’t want to keep you up, especially with this new rehearsal schedule you’ve told me about,” 

“Ahh, you’re right,” I hissed at the reminder, “I probably should be getting back,”

Tomorrow was a holiday so the studio would only be open for half the day, but Kasey still wanted to use the space to practice after our session was done for the morning. 

“The Private Eye is always so nosey,” Miguel grumbled, hindering some personal frustration of his own. “Best to portal home back at HQ,”

Private Eye? Ah, that’s right, they’re this dimension’s version of the New York City Police. Miguel had mentioned them briefly during our visit to the Rockefeller Centre after witnessing them catch some teenagers trying to spray paint the back of the skate rental vendor. 

“Sure thing,” I began walking towards the edge of the building, Miguel following close behind me. A small smile curled on my lips as I suddenly reached back, smacking Miguel’s chest before breaking off into a sprint. “Race you there!”

“What– Hey!!” Miguel yelped, staggering back briefly. “Mona, that’s cheating!”

I could hear his heavy footsteps tailing after me as I leapt off the roof and fired a web sling, swinging away from the neighborhood of Babylon Towers. I fired one web sling right after another, swinging across the city as I attempted to retrace my steps back towards Spider-Society HQ. Seeing the brief flare of red light shine against the glass windows of the buildings around me told me that Miguel was close behind me. 

“Do you even remember the way back, smart girl?” He called out to me. 

“That won’t stop me from trying to beat you there first!” I yelled back. 

“Oh, ho, ho, I’d love to see you try!” Miguel boasted with a hearty grin. 

Miguel swung ahead of me, jumping on to the side of the building. Using his claws, he climbed up the side before jumping off, propelling himself to take a nosedive. I yelped and was about to reach for him when he suddenly latched his arms out, and red webbing sprang from his armpits, expanding into a glider as he suddenly started flying down the street. 

“Now who’s the one that’s cheating!” I yelled after him. 

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game!” Miguel barked a laugh. “This race is as good as mine,”

Miguel soares ahead and I was gaining more and more distance from him fast. I needed some sort of edge to catch up to him. I glanced up to see traffic of flying cars driving above us, with a wide enough gap for me to mix into them. 

This was an incredibly stupid idea, but I’m doing it anyway. 

I web slinged up closer to the traffic before firing a web sling towards the vehicle at the front of the gap. My webbing stuck on to the back bumper, and I hitched a ride, the wind blowing in my face even harder as I practically flew through the air. I climbed up the webbing and then began parkouring across the row of cars. 

I jumped and skipped my way across, peering down between the small gaps that revealed the city below us to just barely make out Miguel’s body and his glider. I could see his head whipping around, wondering where I was. Now to catch him by surprise. 

I jumped down from the side, firing another web sling to swing me forward to his side. “Hey Miguel!”

I didn’t quite catch what my web sling had latched on to, but as Miguel was turning his body to face me, my own body almost violently whipped around a corner and sent me flying down another street. My vision spiraled as my arms flailed in a panic. “AHH!”

“MONA!” 

Miguel’s voice was almost able to snap me out of my trance as the street drew closer and closer to my head. That was until I felt a powerful arm grip around my form as Miguel caught me just in the nick of time and swung us both out of harm's way. My voice was lost to me as I breathed deeply, panting heavily as I clung to Miguel for dear life. 

“I got you,” despite how hoarse his voice sounded from his scream, Miguel attempted to soothe me as he swung down the street. “You’re gonna be okay. Try to swing for me okay?”

I glanced over at him, confusing riddling my face before I glanced over and briefly watched the motions of his arms as he fired his own websling from the top of his wrist, swung, and let go. Rinse and repeat. Just like from Peter B.’s lessons. 

With a shaking hand, I reached out my right hand and fired my own websling. Miguel and I swung together, going through the motions. Sling, swing, release. Sling swing, release. 

Gradually our speed slowed down as Miguel guided us to a small park. Secluded from the hustle and bustle of the city, but a wide enough space to still swing around. Miguel fired one more web sling, his red glowing webs latching on to a large overhanging metal light post while with his other hand, gripped onto my websling. 

Under the spotlight, the full moon hovering above in the night sky, our bodies slowly turned  around as if we were on a carousel. Our bodies were inches from one another as we met each others gaze through the mask. My cheeks flushed as Miguel seemed to tilt his head down, looking at me closely. 

I looked away out of embarrassment. “Thank you for saving me back there,”

“Are you alright?” He asked me gently. 

I nodded softly, a gentle hum  coursing through my throat. 

“Lisa?” Miguel’s voice was a whisper as his hand let go of my websling, and carefully brought it down to cup the side of my face and angle my gaze back to meet his. 

Something triggered in the HUD display of my mask. An infrared line ripped across the screen and suddenly I could see Miguel’s face through the mask. My pupils dilated at the sight as I caught the concerned look on his face. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” I apologized. 

“I supposed we were both a little eager in our competition,” He smiled softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek through the mask. “But this gives me an idea,”

I raised a brow at him and I slowly began to realize that maybe his suit had that same feature as mine and he was able to see my face as well. His soft smile morphed into a playful grin as his fingers slowly began to pull up my mask, just enough to reveal my lips to the cool night air. 

“What kind of idea?” My voice was breathless as I spoke. 

Even as Miguel’s thumb gently brushed against my bottom lip and made my knees buckle. 

“Our own Spider-Man kiss,” He grinned. 

Part of his mask vanished, revealing his chiseled chin, cheekbones and puffed lips. 

Oh God-! 

Wait, we’re in Nueva York of 2099. In this instance, I should be saying oh Thor. 

I gasped softly, my lips forming a smile of my own as Miguel’s hand retracted, cupping my chin as he lowered himself closer. “Miguel~”

I remembered my heart pounding, and perhaps also hearing Miguel’s heart pounding in his own chest thanks to my spider-sense. 

Wait, my spider-sense? 

Our lips had just barely grazed one another when something large but swift flew overhead us. One moment we were hovering in the air, the next, we were plummeting to the ground below as our weblings were suddenly snapped by what looked like a metal wing. 

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Silk & Cologne (2)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - AO3 link (X)

Chapter 2: Rescue - Previous Chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.9K+ words

Rating: PG13 - more graphic violence, hostage situation, kidnapping, implied torture. 

Summary: Lisa is bitten by a radioactive spider, and if she wasn’t fearing for her health and safety enough already, she’s kidnapped by undercover Oscorp guards. Luckily, two Spider-Men are here to save the day. 

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My arachnophobia kicked into overdrive as I shrieked, swatting the spider off my hand as its fangs ripped out from my hand. It collapsed to the ground on its back, its legs frantically swinging to turn back up right as it twitched and spazzed out. I swear it looked like its colours were morphing and changing, as it was possessed. Before long it went limb, the combined damage from the slap and the fall becoming its demise. 

I breathed heavily in and out as I backed into the wall of the studio, my chest rising and falling as I stared at its small form for a few brief moments. The pitter patter of rain helped me control my breathing as I slowly found the feeling in my legs again, dragging myself to stand up. I glanced at my hand, seeing the faint holes and small streams of blood. 

What kind of spider was that? Was it poisonous? How can I tell? Is it the bigger they are, the more venom they have? Or was it the smaller they are, the more venom they have? No idiot, that’s for scorpions! 

I used the sleeve of my hoodie to dry off the blood. “Jesus, I’m panicking!” 

Should I go to the doctor and get it checked out? Or a walk in clinic? So many questions were flooding my mind as a car pulled up near me. The driver rolled down his window and leaned closer to see me, “Uber for Lisa?”

The question managed to snap me out of my panic long enough for me to double check my Uber map. The driver and car description on my phone matched the one before me and I sighed in relief knowing it was the drive I requested. Maybe I should get back to the hotel first, and clean up this wound. Then I’ll figure out what to do. 

I gathered my bag and quickly scurried into the backset of the car, “Yes, thank you,”

“Four Seasons hotel, right miss?” He asked, as he began to pull back into the street. 

“Yes,” I nodded, sighing as I leaned back in my seat.

I looked out the window, watching the rain as I took in the view of the city. I still had trouble processing that I was actually here. It was my first actual gig since I left and moved away from my parents. It was exhilarating. A new sense of freedom, I felt I finally made a choice for myself for a change. 

I opened my phone, looking back in my photo gallery to see one of the last pictures I took with them. It was after winning a dance competition in Seoul just after my 26th birthday. There I was, holding my medal, my mom hugging me, a wide smile on her face, and then my step father. I could see the pride in his eyes, but there also. . . something else. There was always something else. 

That was just over 2 years ago. Hard to believe how much had changed since then. 

Suddenly my head was throbbing. Whether it was from looking back on old memories and cringing, or the fatigue catching up to me, or. . . oh, god, what if that spider was venomous? 

I googled “How to treat spider bites” on my phone as the drive pulled up to the hotel. I thanked him again for the ride, leaving a 5 star review as I jogged into the lobby to avoid getting anymore wet than I needed to. I went into the hotel gift and convenience stores, finding medical supplies and advil to treat this headache before making my way up to my room. 

I followed the online instructions as I cleaned and bandaged my hand. I took an advil and drank some water, laying down in my bed to try and take a nap to subside this headache. But the more I tried to fight it and sleep, the more intense it seemed to get. I could feel the pain split to other parts of my body. My back, my chest, and I felt these awful cramps. It was as if my period was here, but I knew it obviously wasn’t it because I just had it last week.

The pain was slowly getting worse as sleep eluded me. I glanced over at the clock and when I realized I had attempted to sleep it off for roughly an hour, I cursed under my breath. “Screw this,” I groaned as I slowly sat up. I saw a walk-in clinic a block away from the hotel. I’d try my luck there.

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“Lyla, scan the area,” Miguel and Peter B. emerged in an alley in New York City of Earth-1218. 

They climbed their way down from the roof of the building they landed on as Peter B leapt a head, doing some scouting of his own as Miguel followed Lyla’s tracking algorithm. He noticed a heavy boot print on the ground. He knelt next to it, his finger brushing against the dirt as he calculated the shoe size in his mind.

“These footprints match the ones of the guards back at Oscorp. We’re on their trail,” He spoke, glancing up at Peter before resuming his investigation. 

Peter B hugged the wall as he came to the opening of the alley that led into the city street, looking around to see that the area was thankfully quiet. They’d be safe to look around for a while it seemed. 

When he glanced down to the ground, hearing a street rat squealing and squirting by, he yelped, seeing the now dead body of the anomaly spider. “Miguel!”

Miguel had already come running towards him when he heard Peter cry out. He knelt down, summoning his talons as he carefully used his claws to pick up the dead spider and examined it. 

“We’re too late,” he grumbled. 

“Yeah, looks like it got to someone,” Peter sighed. “The question is; Who?” 

“Lemme take a looksie,” Lyla popped up as she activated one of her drones, scanning the spider as it detected a faint drop of blood from its fangs. According to Lyla’s scan, it wasn’t its own blood. Human blood. “Okay! I got the trail. It’s still fresh, but it’s starting to fade. It’s only a matter of time before our newest Spider-Person begins to go through the side effects,” 

“And if those guards picked up on the same thing. . .” Peter B.’s voice trailed off as he came to the realization. 

“Then whoever got bit will be vulnerable, an easy target. We need to find them first,” Miguel stated as he brought out a small case and carefully put the spider inside before sealing it shut, stuffing it in his suit pocket. “Let’s go up this street and start looking,” 

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I didn’t change out of my matching black baggy joggers and crop top as I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my purse as I made my way back down to the lobby. My head continued to throb as I asked the receptionist where the clinic was, just to be sure. She gave me directions and I gave her a soft smile before I stepped outside. Thankfully the rain had let up to the point that it wasn’t pouring, just a gentle drizzle. 

My forehead continued to throb and I felt another jolt of pain in my abdomen as I wrapped my hands around my stomach, my step faltering as I reached out and supported myself on a lamp post. The clinic was just a block away. I could make it. But why did these blocks have to be so damn long?!

I groaned from the pain as footsteps approached me. “Are you alright, Miss?” A male voice asked me. 

“M’ fine,” I mumbled through the pain as I shook my head. “Just getting to– ugh, the clinic over there,”

“Do you need help, miss?” The man asked as he offered his arm. 

At that point, the pounding in my head was making my vision spotty. I was terrified of the idea of passing out in the middle of the street. I reached out and placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and along his arm as he began to walk me forward. 

“Thank you, Mr–”

“Target acquired,”

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head as I fell to the ground, my skin scraping along the concrete sidewalk. My vision blurred in and out as my body was scooped up in the man’s arms. I could barely make out a security uniform and then I saw two others trail behind him as he carried me into an alley. 

Was he some sort of corrupt cop? A deranged security guard that was getting rid of me? The combined force of the hit to the back of my head and the side effects of the spider bite was enough to overwhelm me, as I found myself blacking out. 

I don’t know how long I was out for, but it was long enough for the security guards to escort me to a second location. From the looks of things, this was far from a clinic. I was strapped to a lab table, a makeshift work station was built inside an abandoned warehouse. I tried to wiggle my wrists and ankles free from my shackles, but the continued side effects of the spider bite plagued my body as I felt another rush of pain course through me as I groaned loudly. 

“Now, now, there’s no need for that,” A voice slithered through the air like a snake. 

My body froze as I frantically searched for the source of the voice as a figure emerged at my side. It was a woman in a lab coat, large goggles and a scarf covered her face. 

“Who are you?” I panted heavily, the anxiety building up within me. “Where am I?”

“Relax, my dear,” Her voice was like a hissing snake as her hand stroked down the side of my head. The gesture sent a shiver down my spine. “I’m here to help you,”

“Help with what?” I gawked at her as she reached down into her pocket and pulled out a strange looking needle. 

“That nasty little bite you received. I’m just going to extract all that venom from you,” I could hear the wicked smile in her voice behind the scarf. “Now with that being said, you’ll lose a lot of blood in the process and since you’re still appearing to be going through the transformation, there’s the high probability that this could kill you,” 

My blood froze as my body turned still. I fought through the pain as I glared at her. “What the hell are you talking about?!” 

“Keep her still,” the scientist issued a command, ignoring my shouting. 

The security guards from before emerged from the darkness, each of them taking a hold of my body to force me still. I shouted, screamed for the police, for help, “SOMEONE! HELP ME, PLEASE! HELP!” but no one came. 

“Now this won’t hurt a bit,” The scientist sneered. 

She lowered the needle closer and closer towards me and I could feel the fear and anxiety course through me. I tried to struggle free but the grip of the guards was too strong. I remember blacking out again briefly from feeling so overwhelmed. When I opened my eyes again, there was a shout as one guard was suddenly pulled away, and then another was yanked to the side with a yelp. 

His body went flying right into a counter as it collided with the tools, everything shattering to the floor. Then a new figure leapt down from the ceiling, clad in red and blue as he shot out a white stringy fluid from his wrist, snatching the needle from the scientist. 

“I don’t recall the lady giving consent to this procedure!” He joked, but there was still a serious tone to his voice. 

“Spider-Man?!” The scientist shrieked. 

Wait, Spider-Man? My head still throbbed as I looked over to the side, seeing the costumed man. The red and blue, black lines, the white insect-like eyes on the mask. I had to be hallucinating right? There was no way Spider-Man was standing right there! 

“We’ve been compromised, stop him!” The scientist cried out towards the last guard before she took off running. 

The guard jumped Spider-Man and as the scientist kept running, a red glowing lasso whipped down from the ceiling and snatched the scientists ankles. She shrieked as the red cord yanked, forcing her to hall and hit her head before her body was pulled upside down towards the ceiling. One of the other guards reemerged, taking out a weapon as he began shooting up at the ceiling. 

I could just barely make out a large figure scaling the ceiling, only this one was clad in a dark navy blue. The shooting stopped as the security guard stared nervously, his whole body shaking. He suddenly reached for me, unlocking the clamps of my wrists and ankles before pulling me off the table. 

Due to the side-effects and my hit to the head, I had lost feeling in my legs as I collapsed to the floor. That didn’t stop him however from grabbing me by the hair, locking his arm around me as he aimed the weapon at my head. 

“Don’t come any closer! I’ll shoot!” He threatened. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, there buddy!” Spider-Man leaped out of the way of another charge attack from his opponent before leaping into the air, grabbing onto a metal beam as he fired out a web, and launched him in the air before wrapping his webs around him in a cocoon, leaving him dangling. “I wouldn’t patronize the big guy,” 

So, there was another Spider-Man here? If my eyes weren’t really playing tricks on me. Then. . . this was all real? 

The security guard that was holding me hostage glanced over towards Spider-Man before looking back up to the ceiling of where the other Spider-Man was crawling on. “I’m not bluffing! I’ll do it!”

“yo tampoco idiota,” Miguel snarled. - Neither am I, idiot. 

A red glowing web suddenly shot out from the shadowed ceiling, whacking the guard in the head as he yelped, dropping his gun as I scrambled out of his grasp, back pedaling away from him and into the cold metal platform of the table. The large figure then leapt down from the ceiling, clawing on all fours as he charged for the guard before firing another web that stuck to the man’s chest, launching himself forward as he readied a sucker punch to his face. 

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. As the second Spider-Man breezed by, it was as it our gazes had locked on to one another, if only briefly. His suit was navy blue with red fluorescent lines. Red talons stood out on the side of his forearms and red markings took the form of his eyes on the mask. The suit was skim tight, hugging and showing off the muscles and curves he appeared to have trained so hard to achieve. 

He was strong, aggressive, and intimidating. Maybe a little scary too. 

His mask almost seemed to narrow towards me as I stared back at him, my heart pounding in my chest. In that brief moment, I wasn’t scared. 

The security guards body went flying, crashing through a makeshift cabinet as more tools clattered to the ground as time sped back up again to its normal pace. 

I breathed heavily, my chest rising and falling as my eyes slowly trailed up the form of the second Spider-Man as he stood up to his feet fully and his gaze shifted towards me. He seemed to stare at me for a moment, as if evaluating me or studying me. 

“You were the one that was bit?” He asked. 

It took me a moment to process his question as the first Spider-Man walked around the table to join us. I watched him approach before returning my gaze to my rescuer as I nodded slowly, gulping some air into my lungs. “Yes,” 

“How are you feeling? Can you stand?” The first Spider-Man, the one I was more familiar with, extended a free hand towards me, the other holding the needle. 

I reached out and grabbed his hand as he slowly hoisted me up to my feet. “I think— I think I’m–”

“Have you been experiencing any side effects?” The other Spider-Man asked. 

I looked back at the other Spider-Man, my mind racing. Side effects? Does he mean everything I was feeling up until now? My gaze kept shifting back and forth between the two Spider-Men as my body began to heat up and muscles grow tense. 

“I think– Um,” my head was starting to sweat at this point. 

“Hey, you alright?” The red and blue Spider-Man asked me. 

“I’m feeling very—” my vision began to fade. 

I guess my eyes looked like they were going to fall at the back of my head because the first Spider-Man jumped in a panic, and the other one. . .

His mask suddenly dematerialized, revealing probably the most handsome face I had ever seen in my life. “Ay, hold on a second–!”

“--overwhelm–” I couldn’t even finish the word before I found myself blacking out again. 

Not before Spider-Man 2099 caught me before my body could hit the ground. 

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Silk & Cologne

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - AO3 link (X)

Chapter 1: Origins

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 1.7K+ words

Rating: PG - for some violence, nothing major here! 

Summary: Lisa Kendrick is just an average 28 year old from Earth-1218. Where superheroes, much less Spider-Heroes aren’t suppose to exist, and even if they do, they’re all comic book characters. The laws of nature and physics here don’t allow superhumans to exist. So what happens when Miguel is hunting a runaway anomaly Spider from another dimension that gets sent to our world and takes a bite out of Lisa? Will Miguel treat her as a fellow anomaly? Or Something else?

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“There never was a Spider-Woman in Earth-1218, and there never will be!” - Miguel O’Hara in the not so distant future

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“Oh no, oh no, no, no!” 

Margo Kess, codename “Spider-Byte”, was scrambling around the room, interacting with various consoles as she monitored the latest mission of the Spider-Society. A villain anomaly was detected in another universe, a gateway opening up as a Doc Ock found himself in a dimension where he shouldn’t be and was currently laying waste to Oscorp. It seemed like Alchemax wasn’t the only ones studying inter-dimensional travel. 

That universe’s Peter Parker had arrived at the scene expecting to see his Doc Ock, but was surprisingly mistaken when he saw that his Doc Ock had actual Octopus tentacles and was part sea creature. He was almost outmatched when Miguel O’Hara, Spider-Man 2099, and Peter B. Parker “Spider-Man”, arrived just in the nick of time through one of their portals, courtesy of their watches. 

That was not the reason why Spider-Byte was freaking out. As she was monitoring the fight, she knew that the team could handle themselves, especially Miguel. He was in his element here. His predatory like senses kicking into overdrive as he fought Doc Ock head on, while Peter B. escorted that universe’s Spider-Man and other innocent civilians to safety. 

“Lyla! Please tell me a part of you is still here!” Margo’s voice strained as she whined, her finger types scrambling on the keyboard. 

“You called, Byte?” The holographic AI appeared on her shoulder as she fluffed out her jacket and adjusted her heart shaped glasses. “Wow, you seemed stressed,” 

“I am stressed, Miguel and Peter are in a lot of trouble!” She stated. 

“Why, what’s wrong?” Lyla asked, sounding very concerned. 

Byte summoned a digital duplicate of herself as she ran over and grabbed a monitor, bringing it over to Lyla. “Look!” 

Margo played the moment back frame by frame so Lyla could analyze it clearly. The monitor showed one of the radioactive spider’s from Oscorp falling through one of the wayward portal’s of the Oscorp Collider during the fight. It had happened when Doc Ock tried to tackle Miguel from behind, but Spider-Man 2099 threw him over his shoulder, his back and arm muscles pulsing as he roared, tossing him towards the spider-containment. 

It appeared Miguel was so focused on the fight, he didn’t notice one little spider escape. Or the handful of armed guards that jumped in after it. 

“Oh, this is bad,” Lyla hissed uncomfortably after watching the footage. 

“You have to tell him! I can’t tell him, he’ll freak out,” Spider-Byte panicked as she focused in on the portal. 

“Don’t worry sweetcakes. Just focus on figuring out what dimension that portal was locked on to,” Lyla reassured Margo with a motherly smile. “I’ll handle the big guy,” 

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Once all the civilians were evacuated, the three Spider-Man worked together to web-shot Doc’s arms and tentacles together, webbing them like he was cattle on a stick before slamming him to the floor. When he was down, Miguel tossed a device at his feet, a red energy shield-like cage activating as it crowded around him. He yelled, banging his fists and tied tentacles against the cage, but it didn’t falter. 

“Yeah, we got’em!” Peter B. cheered, raising a hand towards Miguel. “Give me five!”

Miguel shot Peter B a glance through his mask, just staring at him. “Really?”

“Alright, no high five for you,” Peter B pouted as he turned around and gave the high five to the other Peter. “You were awesome back there!”

“I was just following you guys. I had no idea there were more people like me,” He laughed. “Any chance this could be a regular thing,” 

“We’re not currently accepting new recruits at this time,” Miguel responded as he grabbed the cage and with a heavy heave, he lifted the cage up and carried it over his shoulder like a giant barrel. “But, if something like this happens again, give us a call,” 

Peter B. handed Spider-Man a small device that oddly looked like a keychain. “Just hit that button if you see something or someone that doesn’t look like they’re from your universe. We’ll come swinging,” 

“Thank you both,” He nodded graciously as he looked back out towards the smashed window, hearing police sirens. “I’ll keep them distracted long enough for you guys to do. . . whatever it is you need to do,”

Miguel nodded towards him, a silent appreciation. Spider-Man activated his web shooter and flung himself through the window, disappearing. 

“Whew, that was a rush! I’m kind of glad I decided not to bring MayDay with me today,” Peter B sighed as he stretched his arms.

“You technically shouldn’t be bringing her at all,” Miguel lectured, rolling his eyes under the mask. “What kind of parents bring their baby to a mission?”

“It was one time!” Peter B. gawked. 

“Lyla,” Miguel called out, clearly over this topic. “Open the portal back to HQ,” 

The portal opened before them shortly after as Lyla’s form projected near Miguel’s head. “Alright, toss him through and then jump through that other portal over there!”

“What?” Miguel raised a brow at Lyla as his mask dematerialized to look at her. “¿Qué quieres decir?” - What do you mean? 

“The mission isn’t over yet. There’s another anomaly that’s about to take shape,” Lyla explained as she blipped and rematerialized next to the broken spider containment, pointing at it. 

Miguel and Peter B. starred in it. All the spiders but one were missing. Miguel’s talons sparked at his fingertips as the frustration of his carelessness slowly boiled inside of him. Peter B. however was more vocal about it. 

He whistles at the sight. “Oh, boy, okay, Miguel, just breath, we still have time to find it and bring it back here safely,” 

Miguel took a deep breath, eyes closed. As he breathed out through his nose, the brown iris of his eyes turned red as he tossed the Doc Ock variant through the portal. “Lyla, how long has the Spider been loose?”

“According to Byte, at least 2 minutes and counting,” Lyla nodded as she led them towards the other portal. “She also narrowed down which dimension it went to. Earth-1218.”

“1218? Isn’t that–?” Peter B.’s eyes widened as he looked over towards Miguel.

“The dimension where the laws of nature and physics are so pure to the point where superpowered humans aren’t supposed to exist?” Miguel chimed in, glaring seriously at the man as his mind raced with any possible scenarios that could happen. 

“I was gonna say the dimension where we’re all comic book and movie characters, but that part seems more important,” Peter B nodded as he looked back towards the portal, “I’ll be quiet now,” 

“Lyla, tell Jess she’s in charge until we get back,” Miguel explained as his mask materialized back on his face. “Either with the Spider, or it’s chosen target,” 

“What’s the magic word?” Lyla teased Miguel and Peter B. as they jumped through the portal. 

“Ugh, please, Lyla?” Miguel groaned. 

“Already texted her,” She winked, “But thank you for remembering your manners,”

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“Great orientation everyone! We’ll see you all at the same time next week,” The dancing coach saw each of us as each of the dancers left the studio. 

I breathed heavily, catching my breath as I wiped some sweat off my forehead. I grabbed a towel, using it to clean myself off as I looked into a giant mirror, pulling back the hair tie around my brown hair, allowing the strands to fall past my shoulders. 

“You killed it!” I whispered to myself.

Despite the early wake up to get on a flight to New York City and dance in the matter of mere hours was a rollercoaster. I thought I would collapse if it wasn’t for the fact that I had been training for this moment for months. 

“Ms. Kendrick?” I turned to see the dance coach walking towards me. “I was fairly impressed by your performance today. I’m expecting great things from you,”

“Thanks coach, I’ll try not to let you and the team down,” I grinned. 

“I like your commitment, kid. Not everyday do I have someone catch a last minute flight from another country just to be here on such short notice,” She smiled, arms crossed over her chest. “Toronto, right? Canada?”

“It was only a 2 hour flight, I’ll survive,” I chuckled. 

You were on the waiting list for a condo near the studio, not expecting to be here for at least another month or so, but a last minute audition came through and next thing I knew, I was on a flight to New York earlier than planned. I was hiding out at a hotel until it was ready before I could call ahead for my things to come in. The company owned by the studio was kind enough to accommodate my first two weeks of the hotel stay. 

“Well then, get some rest, Lisa,” She smiled, “I have to get ready for another class, so I’m politely kicking you out now,” 

“Oh! No worries, I’ll grab my stuff and get out of your hair,” 

I gathered my belongings in my duffel bag and made my way outside. I could tell by the sweat alone I desperately needed a shower. Not wanting to overstay my welcome any more than the coach wanted me to, I opted to head back to the hotel instead of going to the locker room showers. 

It was pouring rain when I stepped outside. I muttered a curse under my breath, knowing that I’d get soaked easily. There wasn’t much cover I could use if I tried to run for it, and the hotel was a good few blocks away. Not to mention my leg muscles were begging me for a break. 

I brought out my phone, unlocking it to a Spider-Man themed widget screen as I pulled up the Uber app and called for a car. As I waited, I took cover under an overhead sign, plugging in my headphones as I listened to some music, softly muttering along to the lyrics. 

I never noticed something grace down from above my shoulder, gently pricking the fabric of my hoodie as it crawled down my arm. Only when I noticed something touch my skin, I looked down and before I could even scream, a large spider took a bite of me and it was if I felt my whole world destabilize as I screamed.

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Silk & Cologne (9)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 9 - Arena - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.7K+ words

Warnings: PG - they brawlin so there’s gonna be violence ppl

Summary: It’s Lisa vs Miguel! May the best Spider win!

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After a grueling 24 hours of practice, training, and a quick strategy meeting, the evening of Miguel and I’s sparring match arrived. 

Gwen helped me practice and perfect most of my move sets, Peter B. helped me plan various strategies in actually fighting against Miguel. With Miguel’s tall, large structure, Peter knew right away that I wouldn’t be able to charm him as easily as I did with him. Plus there wasn’t any way he’d let me get close enough to him. The rules did say No holds bar. So what if instead of giving him the enchantment, I gave it to him?  

Not only that, but who’s to say I couldn’t use it on myself?

After he helped me plot my scheme, Hobie brought me over to see Margo where she helped design some new toys for me to use and created a concept for my very own spider suit. 

I didn’t want to give Miguel the impression that I’d make him completely change his mind about me being an actual Spider-Woman, but if I was going to be running around and using my powers here, I might as well look the part, right? I asked Margo for a simple concept and she more than delivered. She had designed it so that it looked like street dance wear, but I could feel the spandex hugging my skin as I walked into the training area that evening. 

My suit had a black and pink colour scheme inspired by my favourite K-pop group BLACKPINK. A pink crop top hoodie with a gray spandex tank top underneath, black spandex leggings and matching black and pink high top sneakers. 

When I walked closer towards the arena, I noticed a small crowd had gathered. It looked like word had gotten out fast about tonight’s event. Peter B. Hobi, and Gwen were there, smiling as I neared them and offered cheers and words of encouragement. I smiled at them as I walked passed and looked over to see Miguel standing at the entryway, waiting for me. 

He finished his stretching, his muscles straining against his suit as he nodded his head in a greeting. I could immediately feel the pressure bottling up inside the pit of my stomach. I must have practiced and rehearsed everything at least a dozen times back at the hotel. Peter suggested I try playing into my strengths, so I thought of the whole thing as a big dance practice. I just hope it actually works. 

“So, the normal rules, right? No holding back?” I asked as I walked over to a monitor and added our names to the register. The current duo fighting in the arena had wrapped up their fight, congratulating one another as they made their exit. 

They briefly exchanged looks with Miguel, eyes widening through the eyelids of their masks as they realized who were up next. Miguel rolled his shoulders, warming himself up again. There was almost always a crowd whenever he was down here. Mostly Miguel trained by himself and rarely spared in the arena unless it was with Jessica, or any other Spider he deemed challenging enough to take on. 

"No holding back. It's not fun if there aren't any stakes," He teased with a half smile. 

I could tell he was eager to get started. I wasn’t sure how much he had been made aware of my training and recent practice with Gwen and Hobie through his security cameras. Would this new idea of mine not work out? Had he already formulated a plan to counter me? 

As much as I was nervous, I couldn’t deny I saw a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes before he materialized his mask over his head. There were butterflies in my stomach as those red optics peered at me.

“Alright then,” I nodded as I watched him be the first to enter the arena. I took a steady breath, feeling more eyes trail towards me before I slipped on my mask, pulling my hair tied through the pony tail opening in the back of the mask. 

I followed Miguel down the steps as the platforms and obstacles of the sparring arena reset to their original positions. I cracked my knuckles, a nervous habit. I looked around to see more Spider-People had gathered to watch the match. A gentle reminder that Miguel was a force to be reckoned with, and that if he was here, they’d be in for a show. 

So let’s give them a show. 

I nodded my head towards Miguel, “May the best Spider win,”

“Lucharé por eso,” Miguel nodded back as I watched him get into a battle ready stance. “Sorpréndeme,” - I’ll fight to that, surprise me. 

Then, without any warning, he immediately went to attack. I flinched at his speed. He did not want to give me time to react as I just barely bent back, using my hands to backflip out of the way of his punch. I pushed my body up from the floor and as my body swung around to face Miguel, I fired a web sling that attached to his chest and propelled myself forward like a bungee jump. I pulled my fist back and threw a punch towards him.

I didn’t catch if he showed any emotion towards me, narrowly dodging his first attack, as I was too focused not getting clawed at. Miguel wasn't going to take my hits lightly and went to block my attack with a well timed left hook. I growled into his block, using some of my strength to try and push against his arm to move past it, before my Spider-Sense buzzed into my mind. 

No matter how many times I practiced it, it always felt weird. Miguel attempted to grab back the initiative with a strong uppercut of his own, but I registered the danger a second too late. 

I took the brunt of the uppercut. My body flew back, tumbling once, twice along the floor before I caught myself, my fingers and feet sliding, digging into the flooring as I focused on my stick ability and I screeched to a halt. 

“Okay, close combat is a no go,” I muttered, catching my breath as I stood up. “Let’s set this up at a distance,”

I focused, taking a deep breath as I channeled the web fluid in my wrists. I fired two large blobs of webs to stick to Miguel’s feet to keep him from charging me. If only temporarily. 

"Ah, you're not gonna give me an inch, huh?" Migel grunted as he fought against the mass of sticky webs at his feet. He looked up towards me and stopped fidgeting. He realized I hadn’t moved in on him, and took advantage of this distraction. “What are you doing?”

I slowly grinned at him from under the mask. I whistled loudly and within seconds, both Gwen and Hobie appeared on either side of me. “You said no holding back, remember?” I reminded him. 

Miguel watched me carefully as I reached to my side, my hand hovering over my holster at my hip as I pressed play on my music player and a melody began to play. He wanted to see first hand what I had planned? I’ll give it to him.

“I composed this routine just for you,”

I fired a web shot at each of my willing test dummies, and the webs glowed as I began to sing.

[Lyrics are rough English translation of Fleeting Lullaby by Ado] (X)

“I’m sick and tired of being alone,

Wanna be connected

Have a bond to hold on to

Just gonna lay it all out, how I feel~,”

As I purred a growl in my throat, Gwen and Hobie’s eyes in their masks began glowing. I snapped my fingers, pointing towards Miguel before they both sprang up and charged toward Miguel, ready to fight.

"Woah! Hey!"

Miguel was just as caught off guard by their appearance, more so when they attacked him so suddenly and vigorously. As if they were fighting an actual villain. 

"I guess this is what I get for–UGH!” He barked as he defended himself against their attacks. “--underestimating you, huh?"

“Maybe if you came to more of my training sessions like you agreed to, you’d be more prepared,” I remarked with a playful glint in my eyes. 

This rush of adrenaline, excitement. The sight of seeing Miguel caught off guard by my unique power was surprisingly more entertaining than I thought it would be. 

"Well, I suppose this is my punishment for getting cocky, then!” He snarled as he threw a punch towards Hobie. 

I hung back at a distance as I followed their momentum as they fought all across the arena. I incorporated some of my dance routines into my movements as I swung and maneuvered across the area, occasionally firing more web slings from my wrists toward Miguel. I continued the song as Gwen and Hobie appeared to be, in Miguel’s eyes, entranced by my voice. 

“Listen baby makin' you happy whether you like it or not,

Gonna be up in your ears

No running away just wait for the beat to drop

Listen for a surprise, every word will entice

Reality is overrated!~”

As Miguel took on both Gwen, Hobie, and my long ranged web slings from a far, he had to admit. He was actually impressed by all this. It wasn’t everyday someone could keep him on his toes like this. Using her hypnosis web slingers and voice, she could enchant anyone she targeted.

Clever, he thought to himself as he shoved Gwen away from him and blocked Hobie’s guitar smack attack. But I’m starting to get a little annoyed now. 

“You're not gonna outthink me I thought of everything,

You'll never get it, you can't keep up,

So just stay out of my way

Be my good, good, good boy, pretty please?~”

“You think this is a game?” He snapped, his mask eyes glaring daggers into me as he held Hobie back with his hand at his throat. 

But Gwen stuck his face with a blob of web fluid, causing him to flinch and release his grip on Hobie as he brushed it off, continuing the fight. 

I could sense he was getting reckless now. He really wanted a true fight between us. If that’s what he wanted, then I’ll deliver. I moved to the music, swinging and running along the platforms around their fight as I mixed in some more dance moves, gracefully landing on one of the higher platforms that overlooked their brawl from above. 

If my hunch was right thanks to Gwen’s advice, then this could go very good or very bad. With Miguel so focused on the fight, and not having Spider-Sense. . . 

“You think you're so tough? Well, I had enough of it

I got something here that's better

Come on up and we can sing togеther fun unfetterеd–” 

I did a leap of faith from the platform above the fight, soaring down as I front flipped and came down to surprise attack with a spin kick.

“Get on stage, let's go!~”

Miguel didn't see my attack coming at all, and he barely managed to duck it in an attempt to keep himself from getting hit. He dodged the initial hit, but not the other kick that followed to his chest. After that he jumped back to gain some distance and try to figure out what should be his next move.

"You certainly know how to put on a show,” He casually teased as he tried to hide his smile. 

“Oh, so the great Miguel O’Hara does make jokes,” I gasped at him, my eyes glistening playfully. “You truly are Spider-Man,” 

I could see the twitch in his eyes as he tried desperately not to laugh. It came out as a scoff as he sprinted for me, clawing on all fours before he pounced towards me. I grinned, waving my hand to the side as I signaled Gwen and Hobie to fall back, loosening the control I had on them before I met Miguel half way and brawled with him. 

I channeled a protective layer of spider web fluid around my fists, taking the form of gloves as they glowed to the sound of my voice. I threw more confident punches now, glad that Miguel was giving me his all in this fight like he promised.

“Wanna make your day, do my thing loud and proud!

No shame in what I create, I got this down!

Everything exactly how you want it, this is a utopia.

Been a long time comin', now it's here to stay.

You can't deny,

It's a miracle of mercy, you can't stop it if you try!

I know it's possible

I'm not tryin' to ask too much,~”

Miguel was starting to get excited. This was something different, something new. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this during a fight, whether it was a Spider or Villain alike. The closest he can think of was when he sparred with Hobie for the first time and Spider-Punk never let it go. Ever. 

He had to make sure that he was giving it his all constantly, but more than that he needed to keep an even temper if he was going to win this fight. 

"Your powers are very versatile,” He complimented before his voice turned into a growl. “But that doesn't mean you're the one who's going to win this fight!"

Miguel then nailed me with a swift uppercut hit to the gut. An audible “OOF!” fell from my lips as the hypnosis for my dummies wore off and Gwen and Hobie were freed completely from my spell. 

“Oh crap, Gweny, RUN!” Realizing they were caught in the middle of the fight, they quickly swung out of the way. 

The music continued to chime from my player as I slid across the floor before catching myself as I took a few deep breaths. “Don’t get too cocky on me, Miguel,”

I still had one more trick up my sleeve. One more trick that I wanted to show off to him. I reached to my back and tossed out an orb. 

“Salvation's got to come, this generation's done

It's tired of never being listened to

The screams were never heard

The suffering endured but no more!~”

“What’s that– HEY!” At a glance it would look like a normal grenade, but it exploded into a pink hazy dust cloud that covered the area around Miguel. Now he couldn't see me but I couldn't barely see him either. This definitely made the situation a lot more interesting. Miguel had to make sure that he kept his wits about him if he was going to make it through this. 

Miguel then began to circle the cloud in an attempt to find me, throwing some random punches towards the cloud in an attempt to catch me off guard, but every time he swung, he’d hit thin air. I had to admit, that was a very attractive power walk. 

“Watch me rock this, they got nothin'

Up to me, you just need to stay out of my way

There's no turnin' back now

Gonna be singin' jointly for all time~”

The smoke cloud warped my voice, making it sound like I was constantly either moving closer or away from him. As Miguel continued to stalk through the cloud he could hear my distorted siren voice and it started to drive him mad. 

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

As the song went on, Miguel began to hear her words as though they were an insult, telling him to just get out of the way and that she could handle everything herself. Of course, he wasn't going to listen to that. He was going to beat Lisa and shut her up.

So then she would see that he was someone worth listening to.

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Lisa’s P.O.V. 

"Get real!" Miguel yelled through the smoke as he continued to circle around for me. 

“Ask, you and shall receive,” I smirked.

When his back was turned to me, I pounced into the smoke cloud, catching him off guard as I slid past him, shooting a web at his feet and yoinked him to the floor before going to pounce on him. Miguel didn't have enough time to react before he found himself being yanked back off his feet, slamming down hard as he landed on his back from my attack. 

He looked up just in time to see more webs coming for him. He managed to get his arms out and attempt to block the attack, but when I sang a series of notes, he found himself becoming incredibly drowsy. He instead found himself completely caught up in my webbed cocoon once he came to. 

“That real enough for you?” I smirked at him, arms crossed over my chest.

The crowd murmured in anticipation. Had I won? Has someone actually defeated the great Miguel O’Hara?

"Well, if that's getting real, I guess I'll have to get realer," He grimaced under the struggle of the webs. 

I didn’t have time to cringe at his corny joke as Miguel activated the talons of his claws and forearms and he broke himself free of my webbing. The rush of his arms created a harsh wind that dispersed some of the dust cloud. I looked on in awe. He actually broke through. 

I smiled proudly. “Then let’s dance,”

“Gladly,” There was an actual hint of enjoyment in his voice as he charged at me. 

My web gloved fist glowed once more as I began to sing again, coming to the final verses of the song as the music intensified with our fighting as I matched Miguel’s pace. He was starting to find his stride, learning how to fight against all of my different abilities and I could tell it was making him feel like a God.  

“Blowin' your mind with my pace

Drummin' to burst your ear drum

Bring in the bass, guitar and keys, maccaferri got nothin'

On me, no ooo-wah!~”

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

Miguel was amazed by Lisa’s ability to incorporate song and dance into her fighting style, how she had learned this routine of hers so quickly. He didn't see it as a weakness. No, he saw it as her strength, as the thing that made her special. In that moment he felt a wave of shame and guilt wash over him, regretting the times he opted to stick to his work instead of helping her like he swore to. He promised her and he broke it. Never again. 

Still he couldn't help but laugh while she was singing about her ability to "blow his mind". He didn't plan on letting Lisa's music distract him this long. He continued to move forward and throw attacks at her, using all of his skill to try and knock Lisa to the ground once and for all. 

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Lisa’s P.O.V. 

The force from his next attack knocked me to the floor. I back pedaled slightly as I saw him stalk towards me, and I couldn’t help it when a flustered, intimidated smile spread on my lips beneath the mask as I stuttered the next set of lyrics. Just a little further–!

“Oh, let me hear you shout!

Banish every gaslight, let clarity shine

Gotta clean up this brainwash

Don't let ‘em tell you lies, heads up—!~”

When he sprang up to pounce on me, I fired a web sling to his chest and with a heavy heave, I yanked him to the floor to fall on his side. Miguel let out a small groan, the wind kicked out of him. I tossed one smaller grenade to blind him. It was time for the finale. 

"I will not fall for your tricks!" Miguel yelled in frustration, getting up to face off against me for one last time. 

Then, he noticed the smaller grenade that I had thrown at him and a small twinge of fear ran down his spine as he realized he was a second too late. The small grenade exploded, temporarily blinding him with a smaller pink dust cloud.

“Let my song clear your senses

All you really need Is my true voice~!”

It was up just long enough for me to pin him, webbing his hands to stick to the floor as I straddled his hips before holding a punch above his head just as the song ended.

The crowd was silent as all they could audibly hear was both Miguel and I’s heavy breathing, our chests rising and falling. Miguel suddenly dematerialized his mask, allowing me to see his face. He was drenched in sweat, some tuffles of his hair stuck to his skin. There was an enchanting look in his eyes that I could quite decipher. 

Not from my power, no. Something else. Something he was truly feeling. 

Then he started laughing. 

"Well, I guess the joke is on me." Miguel said, laughing through the pain as he accepted his defeat with a smile on his face. 

I was stunned, my mouth gawking at him. Did he just– did he yield? I won?!

I shook off the surprised expression on my face as I slowly stood up to my feet, my body still towering over him as I offered him my hand and a confident smile. “You fought like hell. Well played, Miguel,” 

Miguel took my hand and let me pull him back to his feet, shaking off the pain from the battle as he tried to take in everything that had just happened, looking out into the crowd. 

I followed his gaze as one by one, different Spider-People began applauding us. As the chorus intensified, Miguel looked down at my hand, noting that he was still holding mine. He smiled softly and with a gentle squeeze he raised my fist into the air, formally announcing my victory. 

The crowd erupted in an uproar. I could hear Gwen and Hobi cheering loudly for me as I looked up towards Miguel, astonished. It was then I could truly see the respect towards me in his eyes. He then stepped back, motioning towards me. 

I looked at him with a perplexed expression before I realized what he was asking me to do. With a laugh, I looked out into the audience and took my bow. 

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Silk & Cologne - Christmas Special (1)

Title: All I Want For Christmas Is You - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 1/10 - Seasons Greetings

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.3K+

Summary: It's the holiday season, and after a very convincing video message from Miles, Lisa, Miguel and the rest of the Spider-gang decide to spend the holidays at Aunt May's cottage in Buffalo. But slowly things start to go horribly, and magically, wrong, and Lisa becomes worried the perfect Spider-Christmas could be ruined. All she wants for Christmas is to spend it with her Spider-Family, especially Miguel.

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 “Is this thing on? Okay, okay, we’re rolling!” 

Miles Morales backs away as the camera of his phone records him standing close to Aunt May, an arm wrapped around her shoulder. There’s a wide smile on his face as the both of them appear to be outside in the snow, dressed comfortably for the weather. 

“Happy Holidays everyone! I know this is a bit of short notice with Christmas being a few weeks away, but I’m over visiting Aunt May for the weekend and she gave me the coolest idea! We’re over at her family’s cottage manor in Buffalo helping her move some stuff and we were thinking. . . why not invite you guys over here for Christmas? The entire weekend, we can all just hang out here! We can hang out, watch some holiday films, make and eat awesome food, and even open and exchange gifts!”

Aunt May chuckles at the boy's excitement. Miles was literally acting like a kid on Christmas. It was honestly the most adorable thing Lisa had ever seen. She leaned back in her seat, watching the video message. 

“Again, it’s short notice, but there’s plenty of room for everyone in the gang to come down. Even superheroes could use a break for the holidays, you know? I’ll text everyone the address and just RSVP if you can make it! I know ya’ll want to! Laterz!”

The video message ends with Miles giving Aunt May bunny ears and she laughs at his antics. Lisa chuckles softly at the end card, snuggled in her blanket on the couch in the apartment. Though it was originally Miguel’s apartment, he has since decreed it was their apartment ever since Lisa moved in with him just 6 months ago.

The pair had talked things over and things were going really well after dating for just over two years. So much so that Miguel brought up the idea of them moving in together. He had been such a saint with helping her move in and adjust, making any accommodations and changes if needed.

Lisa loved Christmas, and especially loved decorating for it. She thought Miguel would have a heart attack at the idea of decorating, at least to the level that Lisa wanted, so they compromised and Lisa even brought Miguel along with her while shopping so he could pick out decorations and lights that he’d like. The one downside about his spider-powers was being sensitive to harsh lights, so unfortunately you can't use certain holiday gizmos. 

The entire living space was decked out and decorated for the holiday season, complete with a tree with some presents already underneath waiting to be opened. A good mix of holiday cheer and calm modern aesthetic, it was really beginning to look a lot like Christmas. This was their first major holiday together under the same roof. 

The ultimate relationship test. 

Lisa scrolled through the group chat. It seemed the rest of the Spider gang were on board with the idea. Even Jess, who looked like her baby was due in a matter of weeks, which meant Lisa and Miguel were the only ones that hadn’t responded. Would Miguel want to go?

Keys rattling caught her ear as she glanced over in the direction to the front door of the apartment. Miguel stepped through the doorway and shut it behind him, his coat slightly damp from the flurry of snowflakes falling from the sky outside. “Mi amor, I’m home,” He announced, his voice warmer than any fire roaring in a fireplace. - My love 

Lisa smiled sweetly as she shoved the blanket off of her, sitting up as she walked over to meet with Miguel. “Hi honey,” Her voice was sweet as honey before she gently cupped his face, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Shock, you’re so warm. . .” Miguel smiled into it, humming in delight as his hands wrapped around her waist. “I’m not late am I? Traffic coming home was awful. I swear, half of the people in this city don’t know how to drive in the snow,”

“You’re fine, Miguel, we’re not meeting Gabriel and Dana for dinner for another hour or so,” Lisa reassured him, helping him take his coat off. “You have time to shower and clean up,”

Miguel sighed in relief, “Thank you mi Mona Lisa,” Shaking off the chill from outside, Miguel tossed his keys on the counter as he sauntered down the hall, crossing the living room towards their master bedroom to use their shower when he glanced over and saw the Christmas tree. “Hey, you finished decorating it!”

“Just a few minutes ago, yes!” Lisa smiled proudly, admiring her work with the assortment of lights, ornaments and streamers. “I saved the star for you,”

“You are a gem,” Miguel smiled at her as he undid his tie, “Pass it over,”

With a bright smile on her face, Lisa reached for the star and brought it over to Miguel who met her half way as they both stood before the tree. Taking the star from her delicate hand, Miguel reached up and put the star on top of the tree. It starts lighting up, matching the glow of the other lights on the tree. 

“Now it’s complete!” She beamed. 

“You are so adorable,” Miguel chuckled softly as he wrapped an arm around Lisa’s shoulders, kissing her temple before looking up to admire the tree. “It looks wonderful, Lisa. You’re actually getting me into the Christmas spirit,”

“You never did before you met me?” Lisa asked him with a genuine curiosity. 

“I mean, sure, Gabriel and I would plan little get-togethers here and there over the years, but,” Miguel brushed off the question initially, shaking his head before he glanced down at her with a soft smile, a glimmer in his eyes. “I just have a good feeling about this year is all,”

“Our first Christmas together,” Lisa smiled back at him, gently cupping his face that was now finally starting to warm up from the harsh cold weather outside. “We’re going to have so much fun, I promise!”

“I don’t doubt you for a second,” Miguel grinned, holding her close. “I can start to picture it now. Waking up on Christmas morning with you in my arms, oh, I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you open your gifts,”

“As am I with you opening yours,” Lisa matched the twinkle in his eyes before patting his chest, gently shoving him away. “Now go shower and get ready, guapo,” - handsome 

“Yes ma’am,” Miguel smirked as he pecked her lips before pulling away, making his way into the master bedroom. He stripped himself of his clothes as he walked into the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind as he turned the water on. “Oh, before I forget! I actually have some news!”

“Really?” Lisa exclaimed, both at his announcement and at the sight of his clothes left on the floor. She rolled her eyes before picking them up and throwing them in the laundry hamper. “I actually have some news of my own too,”

“Care to share?” He called out from the bathroom.

“You go first,” She smiled over her shoulder as Lisa opened their closet and rummaged through his clothes, picking out an outfit for him. 

“Remember that business trip I was telling you about? The conference with some other companies that partner with Alchemax?” He asked her. 

“Yeah, I remember you mentioning it the other week,” Lisa recalled as the conversation replayed in her head as she laid out Miguel’s clothes on the bed. “It’s in Washington D.C. I think. You said your co-worker was going, right? Oscar?”

“That’s the thing,” Miguel huffed, steam beginning to build up in the bathroom. “Oscar caught a bad case of food poisoning earlier today. Had to go to the emergency room,”

“Oh gosh!” Lisa’s eyes widened at the realization. Food poisoning was never fun. “Is he going to be okay?”

“Thankfully, yeah, but the poor guy is like a zombie so he can’t go on the trip anymore,” Miguel finished rinsing off as he shut the water off. Lisa could hear him shuffling around for a towel as he dried off before stepping back into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist. “Meaning. . . the board has asked me to take his place,”

“Wait, really?” Lisa shot up, gasping as she covered her mouth. 

“Turns out I was their runner-up,” Miguel shrugged casually, but there was a prideful grin on his face as he approached Lisa, his well-toned, heroic body bare for all to see. “They were really impressed with my report from our last big project,”

“Oh, Miguel, that's wonderful news!” Lisa smiled brightly as she jumped up and hugged him, squeezing Miguel as she wrapped her arms around his neck.  “That’s what I call a Christmas miracle,”

“It is!” Miguel chuckled softly as he returned the embrace before pulling away, his smile lowering. “But the trip is pretty close to the holiday. . .”

“It’s one week before Christmas right?” Lisa asked him as she handed Miguel his pants and underwear. 

“Uh, actually. . .” Miguel took the clothes and sat down, slipping his towel off as Lisa stepped around the bed to give Miguel a moment of privacy as she straightened his shirt. “They moved the date,”

“What? To when?” Lisa asked him as she tilted her head up to look at his backside. 

And what a backside that was~ 

“Um. . .” Lisa could see Miguel’s skin heat up as he turned to look at her, his cheeks red. “I fly back on Christmas Eve. .  .”

“You’re kidding?!” Lisa shot up. 

“There’s a storm coming in the area the week the conference was supposed to be held so they pushed it back,” Miguel rubbed the back of his neck nervously before tugging up his pants, sitting up. “The conference ends on the day before and I managed to book the first flight out back to the city that I could find, a lot of flights are booked already,”

Lisa sighed, glancing up at him as she picked up his shirt. “That’s holiday travel for you,”

“Hey,” Miguel spoke up as he stalked around the bed, gently taking the shirt off Lisa’s hands, talking as he slipped it on. “I know it might not be the first big Christmas holiday together that we wanted, but we’ll make it work. I’ll make it work,”

Lisa crossed her arms over her chest, a worried look on her face as she seemed unconvinced. 

“Let me put it like this,” Miguel offered her a smile as he buttoned up his shirt, and took his sweet time doing it. “I’ll finish my Christmas shopping and send them back over before I leave. Then when I do get back home, we’ll have a romantic candlelight dinner, cuddle up in those cute matching PJ’s you got us–”

“How did you find them?!” Lisa gawked. “I was saving them for Christmas morning!”

Miguel laughed at her reaction. “Just be thankful I haven’t spoiled and found out what you got me for actual gifts,” he winked. 

Lisa huffed, although she couldn’t help but grin when Miguel reached a hand out, delicately taking her chin and pulled her closer to him. 

“Maybe I’ll get too excited and can’t wait until morning and give you a few of my gifts,” He smirked, the look he gave her sending a chill down Lisa’s spine. “Let’s just say for one of them, Santa Claus can’t exactly wrap it,”

Lisa’s cheeks flushed, her eyes widening as Miguel’s lips brushed against hers in a teasing, yet tender kiss. “Okay. . .” Her smile curled, her expression turning goofy like a cartoon character. “You promise you’ll make it back in time?”

“I promise, mi amor,” He smiled gently. - my love 

“Fine. I suppose Nueva York can survive with just one Spider hero to protect it for a while,” Lisa smirked as she rolled her eyes playfully. “The city had you long before I came along,”

Miguel chuckled at her response before pecking her lips, pulling away shortly after. Reaching for his sweater on the bed, he slipped it over top of his shirt. “Now, I shared my news. what was it you wanted to tell me?”

Lisa got so lost in Miguel’s dreamy, enchanting gaze that she nearly forgot about Mile’s invitation. Her pupils went wide as the light bulb literally switched on in her head. “Oh yeah!”

She was starting to get nervous. Since Miguel poured his heart out on this plan of his, would he even be willing to even consider this idea? After all, they both initially had their hearts set on spending their first Christmas together just the two of them, in the comfort of their own home. 

Lisa pulled out her cell phone, bringing up the group chat and Mile’s video message. “Well, I received a holiday greeting from Miles and Aunt May,”

“Oh, really?” Miguel’s eyes lit up, both from happiness that their fellow Spider and family friend would think of them and curiosity as he stepped around to look at the phone screen. “What did they say?”

Lisa figured the video would speak for itself, so she pressed play. Miguel watched the video, a playful grin on his face at Miles’ antics. When he heard his offer about the spider gang coming over to the manor for Christmas, Lisa could see the look on Miguel’s face shift, looking surprised. 

The gears in his head were turning after the video was done. Miguel seemed to hesitate briefly, gathering his thoughts as he looked over to Lisa, “Would you like to go?”

Lisa’s heart fluttered, skipping a beat. “You really mean that? I mean, absolutely we can stay and spend Christmas here if that’s what you want. I value your opinion, Miguel, so I wanted to ask. . .”

Miguel’s smile was loving and laced with care as he looked down at Lisa, wrapping an arm around her as he held her close. “I appreciate that, Lisa. If I’m being honest. . .” His smile curled into a grin, his eyes twinkling. “It does look kind of fun,”

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Have a happy holidays!

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Silk & Cologne (39)

A Miguel O'hara x OC series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 39: Shining - Previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female OC

Words: 3.3K+ words

Warnings: Implied bodily harm, mentions of blood, intimacy

Summary: Miguel finishes the mission.

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Miguel’s P.O.V. 

When Miguel emerged through the portal and stood on the roof of King Pin’s manor, Gwen and Hobie could easily sense the anger that seemed to coat his form, a dark aura hovering around him. They both seemed to take an uneasy step back. Even Hobie, although his expression was more stoic compared to Gwen’s brief panic, a sliver of sweat dripped down his forehead. 

“Where’s King Pin?” Miguel asked them, his voice low and terrifying. 

“Still inside with the others,” Gwen answered. 

Miguel nodded towards her in thanks, not saying anything as his mask covered his face and he began sauntering forward, leaving an invisible trail of dread behind him with each step he took. 

Gwen stepped forward, a silent offer of assistance, but Hobie gently grabbed her shoulder and held her back. Gwen offered Hobie a surprised look before the guitarist shook his head at her. Trust me. Don’t get in his way. 

Miguel made his way back inside the manor, retracing his steps and venturing back the way he came. He paid no mind to the unconscious bodies of the henchmen he and Lisa had knocked out as he brushed past, stepping over their bodies as he crossed the long hallway. Emerging on the second floor balcony of the ballroom, Miguel peered down to the main floor of the gala and found his target. 

King Pin was down there fighting a 3 v 1 against Peter B., Jessica, and James, his dimension’s Spider-Man. Miguel briefly observed the fight, watching as King Pin caught James with his large hand and slammed him into the floor, forming a small crater. Lisa’s warning briefly fluttered in his mind. 

He was more of those collars–! What about the canon?!

King Pin raises his fists to slam them into James’s body. Miguel reacts quickly as he launches his web sling, the red glowing webs latch around King Pin’s fists, sticking them together. King Pin’s body language shifts as he realizes what’s happening. 

“What the?!” He gawks. 

With a foot up on the rail, Miguel pulls back and heaves as hard as he could. His back muscles were bulging as he yanked King Pin away from James. When King Pin was a good distance away, Miguel propelled himself upward by pushing up on his foot on the balcony railing. He front flipped and came soaring down with a strong kick to King Pin’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. 

King Pin collapsed to the floor, creating an even bigger crater in the floor. Something had flown out of his jacket pocket and cluttered to the floor. When the dust settled, Miguel glanced over and the eyelets of his mask widened. Lisa’s gizmo!

Miguel reached out, grabbing the gizmo with his webbing as he yanked it back into his hand. As King Pin was distracted, trying to collect himself as he coughed and wheezed almost violently, Miguel dropped down from his body. He ran over to James as Peter B. was helping him up, offering them Lisa’s gizmo. 

“Hold on to this for safe keeping,” He ordered Peter B. as he placed the gizmo in his hand before looking over at James, “Get out of here,”

“What? No, wait, I can help,” James insisted, almost pleading even. “This is my King Pin, so he’s my responsibility,”

“It’s my responsibility to not let him put one of those collars on you or worse, kill you,” Miguel stated, his gaze burning through his mask. 

And it’s my responsibility to beat the ever living shock out of him for what he did to Lisa. 

“That was his plan? To use the collars Harry made for him?” Peter B. questioned his commander as he let James lean on his side. 

“I think that’s what Lisa was implying when she warned me,” Miguel nodded softly before gently shoving the pair to move back. “Now go! I’ll take care of him,”

Peter B. can sense the brewing anger in Miguel’s voice as he carries him along. He glances back over towards him, “I can’t believe I have to remind you of all people, don’t disturb the–!”

“I’ll handle it,” Miguel growled as he never took his eyes off of King Pin. 

He heard the sounds of Peter B. running off with James, Jessica escorting them to safety through a back door. King Pin slowly pulled himself up, the rubble from the debris fluttering down and staining his white tux. The mafia boss coughed, a small spew of blood belching out into his fist. 

He chuckled darkly at the sight, nodding over towards Miguel. “It’s been a while since someone got the jump on me like that,”

“Well get ready then,” Miguel loosened his shoulders before squaring up his fists. “It’s about to happen again,”

“Big talk, Spider-Man,” King Pin grinned as he cracked his knuckles before shifting into a similar stance. 

Miguel felt like he was in one of those classic old movies that Gabriel used to make him watch with him years ago. Something with one of those montages? He shook the thought away as he focused on the present, the here and the now. His target. 

I’ll make him pay. 

They approached one another, King Pin throwing the first punch. Miguel swerved to the side before nailing King Pin right in his jaw. His fist collided with the bone with a ‘CRUNCH’ as the mafia boss staggered a step. He snarled, glaring daggers at Miguel before tossing another punch. 

The fight seemed to turn into a blur. The world around Miguel zoned out, draining like a painting melting away as his focus stayed solely on King Pin. He threw one punch, and then another. A swift dodge followed by another punch. 

With every connecting punch, Miguel hit King Pin faster, harder. 

One punch. 

That was for Lisa. 

Another punch. 

That was for putting that collar on her. 

Followed by another punch.

That was for forcing her into that costume. 

And another punch. 

That was for forcing her to dance on that stage in front of everyone. 

He reeled back his fist, nostrils flaring as his iris glowed a bloody red, the mask pulling back and revealing his face to his opponent. He saw King Pin’s weathered state and paused, time unraveling around Miguel once more. He had beaten King Pin nearly to a pulp. 

He was alive, just beaten. Badly. 

Miguel let go of King Pin’s shirt, his hand dangling at his side as he stood up. He retracted the talons from his feet that pinned themselves into King Pin’s stomach to keep him perched on top of him while Miguel beat him senseless, and stepped off King Pin’s body. 

He left King Pin to suffer as he walked towards the main stage. Think about what you did. 

Miguel jumped up onto the main stage. He returned to the spot where he and Lisa danced, the memory of the spotlight on them momentarily returning to his mind. He crouched down, the muscles of his calves and thighs bulging. Miguel reached down and picked up the pieces of the sliced up collar that was once on Lisa’s neck.

Harry’s collar. 

Footsteps caught his attention as Jessica approached him. He didn’t miss the way her movement slowed when she noticed King Pin’s unconscious body. 

“James and the others have evaluated, the police will be here soon,” She spoke.

“Why aren’t you with them?” Miguel shot a glance her way, noticing a duffel bag in her hand.

Lisa’s bag. 

“Someone has to make sure you don’t get arrested in another dimension,” Jessica stared at him, placing her hands on her hips. 

Miguel rolled his eyes as he stood up, extending his hand towards her, “Take these samples to Margo. With any luck, she and Gabri can reverse engineer the collar. Figure out how it works,”

“You’re not going with us–?” Jessica was about to finish the question when she stopped herself. 

Jessica saw the look in his eyes before her gaze briefly trailed back towards King Pin’s body. She offers her hand, trading Lisa’s bag for the dismantled collar. Before Miguel pulled away, Jessica reached over, using her sleeve to brush off some blood from his face. 

“Go easy on her, Miguel,” She soothed. 

Miguel nodded gently, taking a deep breath to compose himself. He watched Jessica leave first, making sure she made it out okay. His fingers curled tight around the straps of Lisa’s bag as the faint sound of police sirens could be heard from outside. 

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Lisa’s P.O.V. 

I hadn’t really moved since he left, just huddled on the couch, not sure what to do. My body was shaking as I looked down at myself. Seeing the lush colours and exotic fabric cling to my body to make me look like some diamond spectacle. 

It made me sick to my stomach. I felt like I was going to vomit, as I felt my body heat up, my hands clammy. Get it off. Get it off. – I can’t. I probably would have done it right there and then if not hearing the sound of a portal opening behind me, the light blinding in the dark room before flickering closed. 

Miguel was back.

His footsteps were near silent as he slowly walked around the couch and sat with me. He stays there for a moment, as if debating what he should do about the sight of me, knees bundled up to my chest with my arms wrapped around my legs. Looking pathetic.  

I waited for the lecture, for the stern talking. He had been right. For all we knew, this was a trap from the very beginning. Harry could have taken me back with him to his dimension, but he didn’t. He threw me to the wolves and let King Pin use me as a plaything. 

Miguel said nothing as his body moved closer towards me. I hadn’t realized I had flinched, waiting for the ‘I told you so’. But it never came. Miguel wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him, and just holds me. He held me. 

“Miguel. . .” My voice was barely a whisper as I called to him.

“We can stay like this. For as long as you need,” He speaks softly back, calmly even. 

The word was there, on the tip of his tongue. But his actions spoke volumes and we both knew it didn’t need to be said aloud. I’m sorry. 

I took a heart wrenching, shuddering breath as a tear streaked down my cheek. Whispering sweet nothings into my ear, Miguel’s hand rubs against my back in soothing, gentle motions.

“You’re safe now. He won’t hurt you again,”

I’m not sure how long we sat there for. Minutes, hours, I couldn’t tell. Nor did I care. I probably could have fallen asleep right here and then in his arms, dozing off while feeling the warmth that radiated from him. But there was one thing I had to get off my chest. Physically speaking.

After sitting there for a while, I softly asked him, "Can you. . . “ My fingers momentarily brushed over one of the straps on my shoulder as I glanced up at his face. Only then did I notice a small, faint blood stain on his cheek. I immediately knew it wasn’t his blood. “. . . help me get this off?"

Miguel’s pupils widen at the question, his lips twitching as he pulls back from his embrace, though not completely, to look me over as he spoke, "Mona Lisa, are you sure you want me to--" 

I knew he only asked out of concern for me. Despite everything we’ve gone through fighting in the Spider-Society together, he didn’t want to force me into anything I wasn’t uncomfortable with. He didn’t want to see something that I didn’t want him to see. Not yet. It was way too soon. We haven’t even had our first actual kiss yet. 

But I see him gaze down to my trembling hands. Recognition flares in his eyes, followed by a pulse of understanding as Miguel reaches over and gently takes my hands with his. His fingers encased around mine as his thumbs brushed softly against my skin to try and soothe me. 

"Okay. . . Okay,” Miguel nods gently, speaking softly as his eyes pour into mine. I couldn't help but wonder what he was like with King Pin just mere moments ago. “But if I do anything out of line, you tell me, okay?" 

I nod my head, my hands no longer feeling cold and numb. “I promise,” 

“Gracias cariño, ven aquí ahora,” Miguel scoops me up in his arms, carrying me to my bed and sets me down gently. - Thank you, my dear, come here now 

He reaches back and grabs the blanket from the couch. My heart fluttered as I yearned for its softness right before he gently wrapped it around me in a way to almost completely cover my body. Miguel leans into the mattress, pressing a knee down and carrying himself as he looks at me over. 

“I’ll go slow, okay?” He meets my gaze, waiting for me to give him permission. 

Permission to undress me. 

I nod at him, the oxygen hitching from my throat as he's slowly removing the costume from my body. His touches were gentle, precise, and calculated as he guided the blanket tighter around me after moving to certain parts of my body. I breathe in a sigh of relief as he peels the top part of the costume off my skin and tosses it aside. 

“Are you okay?” He pauses a moment to check on me. 

“I’m. . . starting to,” I answered honestly. 

He nods at me softly before motioning his head towards my legs. “Do you feel comfortable with me continuing?” 

I nod again. 

Miguel’s hands lower, slipping under the blanket as his fingers carefully find the waistband of the skirt costume. With a gentle tug, he pulls the skirt slowly down my legs. I did notice him making sure to keep his eyes on the blanket or occasionally my face. 

I didn’t miss the brief feeling of his fingertips crushing down my skin. 

Miguel slips it off my feet before carefully tucking the blanket tighter over me. “Why don’t you get dressed in something comfortable?”

He pulled the curtain closed, allowing me a moment of privacy to change. As I slipped on my sweatpants, I could just make out the sounds of his talons activating, followed by some slicing. . . and the ‘FWAP’ of the trash can lid opening and closing. 

He threw it away? Good riddance!

I longed for his warmth again. I wanted to feel more of it. Now more than ever. 

"Miguel. . .” I called out his name softly.  

“Yes, Lisa?” Miguel answered me as I saw his silhouette through the curtain.

I hugged my chest, wrapping my arms around myself on instinct. But Miguel didn’t try to open the curtain. He just waited there patiently for me. 

“Can I sleep in one of your shirts?" I ask him, tucking the blanket around my front. "I want. . . I just want to feel you,"

Miguel digs around in his gizmo inventory, finding a spare shirt. It materialized into thin air before he passed it to her, reaching his arm out through the crack of the curtain. As soon as I took the shirt, Miguel tugged the curtain closed more before taking a step back.

 "Lyla, get this suit off me," he grumbles under his breath.

I can see the flash of a blue light coat over his body. I slip the shirt on over my head, sliding it onto my torso. Miguel’s a tall guy so it’s a large shirt on me. Big enough to feel like a nightgown almost. 

“I’m ready,” I call out.

Miguel reaches over and pulls the curtain back. I looked like I wasn’t the only one who decided to change into comfy clothes. Miguel was wearing a long sleeve white sweater and gray sweatpants. I hoped I could see him wearing clothes like this more often. It suited him. 

“You wanna watch a movie?” He suggests. 

I thought about it. As much as how lovely that sounded, it was pretty late. The adrenaline of the mission had worn me out completely. I shake my head. “No, thank you, Miguel. I’m just. . . tired. And hungry,”

“I’ll get you something then,” Miguel backs away from the curtain, stepping into the kitchen. 

I settle back against my pillow, keeping the warm blanket close. When Miguel returns, he’s holding a plate of assorted crackers, cheese and some of the leftover Oatmeal cookies Hannah had made for me in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. 

“Will this suffice?” He asked me with a caring smile. 

“Yes, thank you,” I smiled back at him. 

His eyes drifted towards my bed, his gaze trailing along the sheets before returning his gaze to me. He seems unsure suddenly as his feet shuffle along the floorboards. “May I–?”

He wants to sit with me? In my bed?

My cheeks flush at the realization as my knees tuck closer to my chest. I slowly shuffle over, making space before I pat my hand beside me against the mattress. “You may,”

Carefully, Miguel climbs onto the mattress, turning to lean against the headboard beside me. He passes me the plate, holding my glass as he wraps his arm around my form along the headboard. There’s a soft, relieved smile on his face as he watches me eat.

“Don’t eat too much to make yourself sick, okay?” 

After licking the plate clean, he hands me the glass. As I drink some water, Miguel sets the plate aside and tucks the blanket back around me. I glance over at Miguel, staring at him with bewildered wonder and compassion in my eyes. 

He didn’t have to do all this. But he did it anyway. 

“Thank you, Miguel. . .” 

“For what, mi Mona Lisa?” He glances over at me. “You don’t have to thank me for this. Not ever for anything like this,”

“I. . . I know, it’s just. . . The mission, and–” I started to ramble, my anxiety creeping in as I gripped the glass so tight I thought I was going to break it. 

Miguel’s large hand wrapped around mine, easing my fingers as I loosened my grip on the glass. He gently took it out of my hands, setting the glass aside. “You did everything you could. We had no idea of knowing what they’d do. It’s not your fault,” 

“You mean you’re not mad?” I asked him honestly. 

Miguel’s eyes widened at hearing those words. He gently cups my face with his hands, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks. He leaned in close, placing a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

I whined softly, gasping at the gesture. He noticed the look on my face, a faint smirk spreading on his lips. He leaned it again, kissing my left cheek tenderly, then my right. They were slow, captivating. 

Finally he ends it by leaning closer to my lips, and my heart leaped out of my chest thinking this has to be it. But his lips diverge and instead kiss the corner of my mouth. I can just barely feel the tingle of his lips brushing against mine. It was a tiny taste, but I welcomed its warmth.

I stared at him, wide eyed. A loss for words. Miguel continues to faintly smirk at me and just holds me close to his chest. “Rest, Mona Lisa, I’ll be right here when you wake up,”

Miguel leans back again against the headboard, as I find myself wrapped in a warm blanket and using Miguel’s chest as a pillow. His warmth radiates onto me, lavishing my body. Listening to the sounds of his heartbeat, my eyes grew heavier as I breathed in sync with him.

I slowly shut my eyes, Miguel’s chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply, wrapping his arms around me. His fingers gently brushed against my hair. My Miguel.

Miguel doesn’t let himself relax until he knows for sure that I’m asleep

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