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Poisoned Empanadas
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Pairing:
Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader
Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader
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18+
Warnings:
Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, volatile emotions, dats a big boi, warnings will change
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Summary:
A new man comes prowling around, and you have a small misunderstanding.
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Chapter 3 - Empanadas Chilenas - Chile
These are popular during the month of September when Fiestas Patrias occurs. During Easter, beef isn't used for religious reasons, and substitutions like eggs, seafood, and cheese are used. Common ingredients are beef (not during Easter), seafood, onions, hard boiled eggs, raisins, cheeses, and olives. Garlic, cumin, paprika, and pepper are great spices to accompany the filling. The pastry is made from white flour made of wheat.
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Patrol tonight was going to suck. Gwen had cancelled at the last minute, because of a family crisis at home. Miles was home in bed, sicker than you'd ever seen him before. Peter was busy working on a paper and studying for finals for school, so that just left you, the one with no other obligations to keep you busy. You felt sorry for all of them.
You were up on a tall building as you surveyed your surroundings. It had been hours, and the city had been quiet for once. Nothing looked or sounded out of the ordinary for now. You were kind of sorta hoping something small might happen. Small enough so you weren't bored or really threatened.
Sure as shit, it was as if you had just manifested something to happen.
A scream alerted you to the south, and you darted off towards the noise. As you got closer, you heard metal trashcans banging together, a loud snarl, and what sounded like a fight. You got to the edge of the roof and looked down to see a man in a mask and a skin tight black and red suit. He was throwing a punch at a thug, only for the guy to pull out a knife and growl at him. The masked man leapt back and ducked as he was lunged at, then you heard the unmistakable sound of a web thwipping out and hitting skin.
You squinted and saw webs all over the guy, which threw you off. When you looked closer at the man, you saw he had a spider on his chest. This guy was a Spider-Folk? Why hadn't you ever seen him before? None of the others had ever mentioned him.
"I suggest you give it up, mi amigo."
You froze for a second, then hid behind a wall. That voice sounded exactly like Jake's voice, AND he was speaking Spanish! Your heart began to race wildly in your chest.
"Come on! Stop trying to stab me, you're embarrassing yourself." The man in the mask continued as you heard a punch, then another crash of trash cans. You heard him laugh, and it was almost the same, but distinctly different at the same time. Almost like he was enjoying this too much.
"Asshole! I'll fucking kill you, you Spider-Man rip off!"
"Haha, yeah right. I’ve heard that one before." You could hear the cockiness in his voice. It really sounded like Jake to you, and you needed another look, before you got angry about it.
Peeking over the ledge again, you made your suit darken a bit to blend in better with the shadows. You watched this man beat the snot out of the thug. Admittedly, you thought that was incredibly hot. Jake in a Spider-Folk outfit, smashing a guy's face in and covered in blood, and now he was tying him up. The guy was unconscious, up near the entrance of the alleyway.
"Alright. I know someone's up there. I can hear you breathing. And you smell like flowers." The masked man said as he looked directly up at you. You squeaked and immediately shrank flat to the ground.
"Are you seriously trying to hide after I just said- Oh forget it. I'm coming up there!" The man shouted up at you and you scrambled to your feet and backed away from the ledge.
Of all fucking nights to be alone, and this fucking happens!
"Hey there!" You suddenly heard his voice from behind you. You shrieked and scooted back again. You didn't even see or hear him come up.You always saw them coming, but not him.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" You gasped as he hopped down and stared at you. He was staying still, arms crossed as he chuckled at your little scare.
"Whoa, I am sorry. I won't hurt you. I've seen you in the news outlets around town. You're that Galaxy Spider, aren't you?" The man asked, and you squinted at him again.
Jake knew that information. Was he trying to play stupid with you? Was he trying to pretend you couldn't recognize him in that get up?
"Uh, yeah." You almost sounded snide about it, and he held his hands up in defence.
"Hey, I am not one of those weirdo fan boys, okay? I'm just some guy with spider powers. I'm trying to help out while I’m in town."
In town?
In.
Fucking.
Town!?
Had he been just hiding here in New York this whole god damned time, just watching you?
What the fuck?
"Cut the crap, Jake Lockley. I know it's you!" You suddenly snapped at him as you straightened up. You were pissed.
"Huh? That's not my name-"
"Bullshit, Lockley! How could you keep this—-" You were just barely under a yelling tone as you ripped off your mask, mostly just so he could see just how angry you were. You motioned quickly to his suit, hands going up and down in fast motions. He was shocked, staring at your eyes as you seethed with rage.
"—-This whole Spider-Persona a secret from me!? Like we've been dating for three fucking years, and you know I'm a Spider, and not once did it occur to you to tell me that you also happen to be a fucking Spider!?" By now you were shaking with anger, trying desperately not to activate your webbing with how hard you were clenching your fists. You wanted to punch him so bad.
"Okay, lady, I'm not who you think I am, okay? My name is not Jake Lockley. My name is Miguel O'Hara." The man that claimed his name was Miguel, slowly took his mask off.
That didn't help anything at all, because there was his face.
His stupid, perfect, fucking face, looking just like Jake's. You were so blinded by the hurt Jake had caused, you didn't believe this man, even if he looked younger, and kind of beefier. Okay, a lot beefier. And taller, too?
"See?" He tried to continue, but you pointed at him, sticking your finger right into the center of his chest.
"You look just like him!" You hissed and the man pinched the bridge of his nose and hissed back. His hair was shorter, a bit of a mess, and he had red eyes that almost seemed to glow.
"But I am not him."
"Same face. Same voice. You speak Spanish." You said as he rolled his eyes.
"Are his eyes red?" Miguel countered, and you dropped your finger and looked into his eyes. He was right. He had red eyes.
"Uh, no… They glow white sometimes… Never red, uh, unless he's been hitting the green, if ya know what I mean." You sheepishly replied, then remembered people could have contacts.
"But how do I know these aren't fancy contacts?"
"You don't, but I can assure you they aren't. It's part of my Spider powers, just like you can summon lights and stand on them." He replied and you huffed. Okay, point taken, but you were still not fully trusting this man yet.
"Let me see your left arm. Jake has a tattoo." You demanded, and Miguel got right to work on removing his glove and rolling up his sleeve. The first thing you noticed, was the weird looking watch he had. Jake preferred a different kind of watch and you never saw him remove it. Then you saw all the scars Miguel had. They all were in different places then the ones on Jake. Then you noticed the forearm, and there wasn't a tattoo of hieroglyphics there.
"See? I am not him." Miguel again protested to being your ex. That was when you noticed his hands. His nails specifically. They were fucking claws, and longer than yours! He noticed you looking, and he put his gloves back on fairly quickly.
"That's… That's crazy. I guess I owe you an apology…" You quietly replied while looking down.
"Oh course you owe him an apology!" A small feminine voice spoke up. Miguel covered his watch and turned away.
"Lyla, shh!"
"Lyla?" You were confused. Was that his handler?
"Uh, she's my personal AI assistant." Miguel explained after he turned off the watch light.
"Oh… Like Mr. Stark's Jarvis?"
"Uh, yes. Like Jarvis."
"Whoa… That's actually pretty cool. I am sorry, Miguel. It's just… Nevermind. I'm sorry." You said as you slumped against the wall to catch your breath and slow your heart rate down.
"Whoever this Jake guy is, I don't like him. He sounds like he messed you up good." Miguel said with a sour looking face.
"He… He did." You looked away and reached up to move the hood down and scratch at your neck where the fastener was.
Miguel looked down at his watch, and sighed. Lyla was glaring at him and motioning towards your general direction while mouthing, 'Do something.'
"Hey, uh… Wanna talk about it? This is a judgement free zone." He offered as he leaned against the wall and waited.
You glanced at him and then at your feet. Why not? He seemed nice enough to you.
"Sure, I guess." You huffed and crouched down to stretch your body, then sat on the cold concrete. Miguel got down and sat with his legs crossed, his hands resting on his remarkably large thighs.
"So, uh… Jake is my ex boyfriend. We were dating inconsistently for three years…"
"Inconsistently?"
"Yeah, well, about that… He disappeared a lot. Never told me where he went, or what he did. He would often show up covered in blood from stab wounds and gun shots. I would help him out, then the next morning he was all better, like nothing had happened the night before. He always refused to tell me what had happened and why he was healing so fast."
"That sounds a lot like a super powered vigilante hero to me."
"I know, right? So, anyway, he would get irritated with me every time I asked about it, break up with me, then leave for long periods of time. He would always come crawling back and expected to just walk right back into my life like he didn't just break my heart and run away." You huffed in frustration as you ran your hands through your hair.
You heard a low growl come from Miguel. When you looked up at him, he looked pissed. Both of his fists were clenched, his jaw tight, and his red eyes somehow brighter.
"What a shocking coward. Here you are, busting your ass off for this city to protect it, and there he is, being a selfish prick. He's clearly using you as a comfort door mat, without thinking about your feelings."
"That's how I feel." You whispered back as your voice cracked.
"Look, that's not healthy. You're out here doing your best, and you don't deserve to be walked all over like that. Where is this idiot?" He asked as he stood up and cracked his knuckles.
"He left to go to London. Said he had some undercover gig to do, and it was a long haul sting. Wouldn't tell me anything else, aside from the fact he gave me a mailbox address." You explained. Miguel squinted at you.
"That's cold. How long ago was this?"
"About four months now, I think. He did it on our anniversary, actually." At this point your eyes were slowly leaking. You were trying so hard not to sob.
"He did not! That's horrible… And he hasn't contacted you since?"
"Nope." You said with a small sniffle. Miguel leaned forward ever so slightly.
"Damn, girl. Forget about that guy. Live your life. You're too good to be tied down to such a loser like that." Miguel remarked. You looked up at him and smiled. It was weird, but he was nice and very supportive for just meeting him. He wasn't being a perv or a creep either.
Oh, but he did look like he wanted to beat Jake up. That was a very pleasant image to think about. Watching two hot look- a- likes kick each other's asses. You would be lying if you said you were rooting for Jake.
"Thank you. I wish Jake would have seen it that way. I'm still living like I was. Like I am waiting for him to drop in at any moment to fuck up my flow. Though, this is the longest he's been gone, so it's easier to believe he's not coming back, even when he said he was." You explained as you leaned back against the wall and sighed heavily. With a quick wipe of your arm, you removed the tears from your cheeks and eyes.
"Don't let him have that power over you. You're a treasured wonder of the world. You have adoring fans, and people look up to you. Any man that is with you , should cherish the time they get with you. He should be worshipping you."
"That's hard to do, I… I just miss him. He was always so good to me when he was around…"
"Well, the man isn't treating you right now, is he? He should have told you what his deal was, if he has powers, and what they are. He should have told you if he's a superhero, a vigilante, or whatever the shock he is. If he loved you, really loved you, he wouldn't have dumped you in the first place."
"I, uh, I guess?"
"No, not you guess. If he loved you, he would have been open about everything. Tell you what he was doing, who he really is, where he was going and for how long. It's not fair that he knew what you were doing, yet he wouldn't return the favor. He didn't trust you. A good relationship is based on trust, open communication, and consideration for all partners involved." He sounded passionate as he spoke. Passionate enough to stand up and start pacing as he made very valid points to you.
A soft shudder went through you and you pulled your knees up to your chest. His words hurt to hear, but he was right. It still made the tears spill forth. Miguel crouched down next to you and placed a hand to your shoulder as he cooed to you.
"Hey, it's alright. It's okay to cry. If it helps, I am gonna be in town for a while. If he comes back, I'll kick his shocking ass. It's not hard to miss a guy that apparently looks just like me." He seemed eager to kick Jake's ass for you, and he hadn't even known you for an hour yet.
But you didn't get the slang he was using. It sounded funny and weird to you, because you swore a lot. Like, so much, you had been a tabloid hit for your potty mouth.
"Why do you keep saying shocking, instead of fucking?" You asked, and he laughed nervously.
"Oh, I, uh… Where I come from, we use 'shock' in place of 'fuck'." He shrugged and rubbed his neck with a crooked smile. He smiled a lot differently than Jake. It was natural, not forced. That and the fangs he had were a dead giveaway that this wasn't Lockley.
In fact, now that you were no longer blinded with rage, you took a moment to actually look at this man. His cheekbones were slightly more pronounced, his face more defined and chiselled. He was all muscle, while Jake had a bit of padding in the middle. Miguel was taller, like a lot taller. You felt like he could block out the sun, while Jake could only block out the moon.
Then you noticed how much younger he was, or at least he appeared to be. He could have been older. You were a terrible judge of age, especially after finding out that Wong and Stephen weren't in their fifties like you thought they were. You thought America was in her twenties, but she was younger than Peter and Miles. You even made the mistake of thinking Scott was in his mid thirties, when he was older than Stephen.
Miguel noticed you staring at him, and you looked away once you realized it. After a moment, you looked back, seeing he was blushing and fiddling with his watch.
"And where do you come from?" You tilted your head up to look at him, waiting for an answer. He looked away and then back at you with a worried look.
"I, uh… You won't believe me…"
"Try me. You just showed me there's a guy out here that looks like my ex. I live in the Sanctum with wizards and other Spiders, and I have super powers."
"Shock, you're right. Well, uh… I am from the future of another universe." He carefully said and then winced. You could tell he was awaiting your disapproval.
"Oh… That actually makes so much sense!"
"It does? Wait, you believe me?" He was surprised and he visibly relaxed at your acceptance.
"Yeah, I sure do! Stephen said there was a cosmic anomaly and he couldn't find a reason as to why! That must have been you! When did you get here?" You asked as you shifted to lean forward.
"Um… About three weeks agooo-ooh!?" Miguel scooted back a bit, lost his balance, and landed on his ass. You giggled at his droopy grin.
"Aha! That's when he said the anomaly happened!" You reached out and helped him up.
He was heavier than Jake!
"Oh. That's probably me. There was an experiment I was conducting, and it sent me here. I've been working on getting back, but I need to find an adequate power source to get back-"
"I could ask Stephen for you!" You offered with excitement. Miguel groaned and shook his head.
"No, thank you. I would rather figure it out for myself. In fact, I would really prefer it if you didn't tell him about me."
"Well, I can’t just lie to the man if he asks. He has a third eye, and he's very good at reading people." You replied, which made him raise a brow.
"A what?"
"A magical third eye. It helps him see people's true intentions, whether or not they are lying to him, and sometimes, he uses it to read people's minds." You said and Miguel blinked a few times.
"Okay, I don't want to meet this guy then."
"Chances are, he already is aware of who you are, and where you are at this exact moment. He tracks me, Spider-Man, and the other Spiders every night to make sure we are all okay."
"Shock. You have a powerful wizard watching you? That's kind of… Well, kind of creepy if you ask me."
"I don't mind. If I am in trouble, he'll show up. He is like the collective Spider father figure around here. He cares about us."
"But what if, you know, you wanted 'privacy'?" He looked around and whispered, as if that would stop the doctor from hearing him if he was indeed watching.
"Oh, then he'd stop watching. He's not a pervert or anything. At least not that I know of." You laughed and gave a little snort. Miguel smiled and sat back.
“So, future boy, where are you staying? Please tell me it’s not a box under a bridge, because no offence, you sure smell like it.” You asked as you waved your hand in front of your face. He blushed and looked away.
“Not a box, but he does smell like he has been sleeping under a bridge like a troll-“ You heard his watch pipe up, and he slammed his palm over the speaker.
“Oh god, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean-“ The words came tumbling from your mouth.
“It’s fine.”
“It is not fine. You stink. You need a shower or a good long soak in a hot tub.” You said and paused for a moment. He stunk, but like a garbage bin or something. You almost wondered if he was homeless while he was here. It made sense if he was from the future.
“I actually was thrown into a dumpster this morning. I haven’t bothered to go back to my hotel.”
“Oh my god. I am sorry.”
“Naw, it’s fine, really. I chose not to go and shower. I had been chasing that guy all day. He managed to knock me into a dumpster, almost got away, then I spent my time watching him from the rooftops. I finally caught him when you showed up.”
“Does that mean you haven’t eaten?”
"Yeah, actually. I'm starving."
"Hold on a second then." You smiled and pulled out your phone.
Miguel watched as you stuck your tongue out between your teeth and tapped away quickly. Your fingers moved just slow enough for the phone to register your touch commands. He had never seen anyone type that fast before.
"What are you hungry for?" You brought up a food delivery app and scrolled around.
"Uh… Is it bad that I want Chinese? No, wait… I am really craving some good pizza." He said.
Pizza? That was great, because you knew a little place around the corner. Putting your phone away, you quickly put your mask away into your bag, tucked your collar down, and then pulled out some sweatpants. Miguel was confused for a second, that is until you kicked your shoes off and hopped into the pants. You put the shoes back on and then grabbed your wallet.
"OK, let's go over a block to the west. There's a really good pizza place over there. I go there all the time to pick up dinner for the Sanctum. Stephen usually gets pasta, my friends get pizzas, and I like the wings." You announced and left over to the next building.
"Oh? That sounds good." Miguel asked as he easily kept up with you.
"Yeah. I'm getting myself the Chipotle and honey wings." As you spoke, your mouth watered at the idea of soon having delicious chicken wings.
"I want an extra large Hawaiian. Extra pineapple." Miguel said with excitement as he licked his lips and did a flip in the air.
You landed on the roof of the pizza place, and Miguel opted to stay up on the roof while you went to order and pick it up. He was surprised to see you come back up fifteen minutes later with a pizza box and two containers of wings.
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Also, the height thing bugs the shit out of me. Moon Knight is supposed to be 6'2". We know Oscar is a short king. But! Miguel is supposed to be 5'10. We see Miles, who is supposed to be 5'8", but Miguel literally towers over him by a lot, telling me the man is well over 6'2". So, I don't give a fuck what anyone says. This Miguel is gonna be like 6'9". Deal with it.
I asked a friend for Miguel's favorite food. It's their opinion. So there.
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