Don't know if I've told u this before but I'm saying it again <3 so like I very rarely see your posts on my dash and when I go to my followings to see from what author I could read I always cross your url and im like wait maybe they've posted something. And most of the times you have ! And I've missed it 😭
But anyways I love you're moon knight stuff a whole lot and I hope u write more for them <3 no pressure tho. Just saying I adore your writing for my favorite boys 💜
!!!! mg i actually saw it and its one of those where i tell myself i need to think of a good reply but i never did but thought i did and its so stupid BUT THANK U VERY MUCH!! thats such a nice thing to say! i just hit a bit of a block but i still plan on doing my wips just taking a lil break~~ BUT THANK U AGAIN!! ❤️❤️
Your boys have always been a handful, not that you were complaining. It was one thing when you agreed to basically dating both of them, and then another when you realize your body has become a battleground for their possessive tendencies.
Steven, as sweet as he was, had quite the relationship with your thighs, holding and grazing his fingers on the skin. If you were sitting down at the couch, at some point, he’d ask to lay his head on your thighs and before you knew it, he’d be in between, sucking on them, leaving a hickey or two when he’s down there. You in shorts is basically the same thing as an open invitation for him.
“Steven, darling, I’m pretty sure you’re already giving me stretch marks down there.”
“Just a bit more, love,” he muttered, lips barely leaving your flesh to speak as he curled his arms around your thighs a tad bit tighter. “’M n’t done yet.”
You can only sigh before resting your hand on his mop of curls. “…5 minutes or I’m gonna start squeezing my thighs together until your head pops.”
The eyes that shined up at you was no less than cheating. You had a conversation about safety in the bedroom after that.
On the other hand, Marc claimed things a little higher, peppering your chest with little marks down to your navel. You loved his touch, how it varied from soft to eager at any given time. And you weren’t that ticklish, so you enjoyed how much he treasured you, but at a certain point, you’d sometimes appreciate not having a whole head up inside your shirt. The fabric of your tops was getting stretched way too many times. And there’s also the other effect-
“As much as I love you and enjoy this, Marc, you’re making me lopsided.”
Warnings: bit OOC, bit of angst, happy endings, slight smutty, not accurate portrayal of DID
Pairing: Hiding!Jake Lockley x Reader; Moon Knight System x Reader
Summary: Jake is still in the shadows, just under Marc and Steven's noses, but he's getting sloppy lately. He shouldn't be so brazen if he wanted to be kept hidden, especially with all the evidences he left on you.
A/N: A quick one threat has been plaguing me. Smut? Nah. Almost. This is blue balls in written form good luck and enjoy~
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Your boys have always been a handful, not that you were complaining. It was one thing when you agreed to basically dating both of them, and then another when you realize your body has become a battleground for their possessive tendencies.
Steven, as sweet as he was, had quite the relationship with your thighs, holding and grazing his fingers on the skin. If you were sitting down at the couch, at some point, he'd ask to lay his head on your thighs and before you knew it, he'd be in between, sucking on them, leaving a hickey or two when he's down there. You in shorts is basically the same thing as an open invitation for him.
"Steven, darling, I'm pretty sure you're already giving me stretch marks down there."
"Just a bit more, love," he muttered, lips barely leaving your flesh to speak as he curled his arms around your thighs a tad bit tighter. "'M n't done yet."
You can only sigh before resting your hand on his mop of curls. "...5 minutes or I'm gonna start squeezing my thighs together until your head pops."
The eyes that shined up at you was no less than cheating. You had a conversation about safety in the bedroom after that.
On the other hand, Marc claimed things a little higher, peppering your chest with little marks down to your navel. You loved his touch, how it varied from soft to eager at any given time. And you weren't that ticklish, so you enjoyed how much he treasured you, but at a certain point, you'd sometimes appreciate not having a whole head up inside your shirt. The fabric of your tops was getting stretched way too many times. And there's also the other effect-
"As much as I love you and enjoy this, Marc, you're making me lopsided."
He chuckled, his teeth grazing up upon you as he glanced up, arms wrapped preciously around your torso. "I'll do the same to the other one, you just hang tight, baby, and let me do all the work, yeah?"
You glanced down, the view of your shirt open in the middle, unquestionably missing a few buttons, with your man lying in between the valley with no care in the world, nibbling on the flesh as he pleased.
"Hun, please, I'm gonna be a connect-the-dots at this point."
The man just smugly grinned up at you, tongue out to his teeth. "The prettiest damn one there is."
On your credit, he did get a few more minutes after that, but then got a stern warning once he tried to go towards the other one again. You knew how this loop goes.
You didn't want to make too many boundaries with them, you loved the attention and you loved your boys, but if you didn't, all hell would break loose.
You could only reminisce the time when they both basically didn't have their own 'territory'. It was like everything, everything, was free game. They replace each other's marks with their own, making it larger than the last, as if to prove something. It was just a never ending cycle until you finally put an end to it. Not for long, of course, and not too much, you still let a few things slide here and there. Again, you liked the attention.
But now, someone has set their eyes over uncharted territory that was supposed to be a neutral zone, precisely to make sure you can stay professional at your job.
Your neck was now often littered with bite marks and hickeys from the back of your ear down to your collar bone, all red-like and bruised. Basically, the type of appearance that those with an untrained eye would assume to be a domestic violence case.
You kept mum about it, giving your same amount of warnings that normally work to back them off. You've gotten to the point with them that they've become quite relaxed with their intimacy with you and you weren't about to go back just because of extra marks.
But right now, whoever this is, he was really pushing it.
Like the hand that was now sneaking to the front of your shirt and the moment you felt your bra being ridden up is when you knew it has to stop.
You tried to shrug him off, simply acting as if you didn't care for the attention, trying to focus on your cooking instead of the man who was also keeping himself busy behind you.
"You know, I'd much more appreciate it if you stop and help me not get our dinner burnt instead."
He didn't even remove his lips from your neck when he reached over to the stove and turned off the fire. You just stared at it. "Oh, so we're being a smartass today, okay."
He happily chuckled to your response, holding you even closer to his chest with both arms, his face pressing onto the skin of your neck. You could even feel the smile on his face, obviously somewhat amused by what he did.
He started placing openmouthed kisses around the area, his hands holding you tightly around your hips. You knew what he wanted. "Marc, stop, seriously. I'm hungry."
He licked a stripe up your neck, causing you to shiver of the sensation. "I'm hungry too."
"Not that type."
"C'mon, amor, just humor me, hmm?"
"Marc, I said n-hngh." This man really did know how to play you like a fiddle. Because he bit the flesh he's been working on just as his hand strayed carefully further down your body, rough fingers aligning just right to touch you gently between your legs.
It barely even registered in your head what really happened until you saw the deep teeth indents in your shoulder in the mirror the morning after.
It was a tad bit too far this time. You knew that, you had the markings to prove it. And since multiple warnings didn't work, you've moved to cold shoulders. Maybe with this, they'll learn their lesson. But unknowingly, that just added fire to the flames.
"Who is it?"
You were making a last minute check of your things before heading out to work. You just looked up from your bag, confused of the man who was just standing right in front of you.
"Who is who?"
Maybe that wasn't the right answer. Because Marc just snorted out a bitter laugh. The smile on his face was way too venomous to be mistaken for joy. "Don't play with me, [Y/N]. Who is it?"
You were positively out of the loop. "Hun, I have no idea who you're talking about."
"Are you cheating on us?!"
You almost dropped your pen. "What."
Marc clenched his jaw impossibly tight before briskly making his way towards you, fists balled tightly on his sides.
"Look. I know I'm not the smartest fucking guy out there, but how dumb do you think I am not to notice that big fucking mark on your neck?!"
You automatically touched on the space between your neck and your shoulder, the tenderness you felt just confirmed it. The high neck shirt you wore must've ridden down, you knew you should've just picked a turtleneck instead.
"So who the hell is this bastard?!"
You were so, so confused. "What?"
Your response only egged him on. "Don't play dumb. You didn't even bother to hide it," he spat, barely holding himself back.
"So who the hell is he... so I can kill him."
You don't know whether it was the look in his eyes, or the sharpness of his words but your confusion slowly turned into anger. His tone and voice pushed you to the edge that you just started to walk away from him and into the kitchen. He followed you.
"What? Don't want to tell me his name? Seriously, [Y/N]!?"
You took an item from the counter and shoved it to his face.
"Bite."
Marc faltered for a second, confused by the sudden offer of the apple he never bothered to eat no matter how many times you filled the fruit bowl, especially right at this moment.
He opened his mouth, getting ready to say whatever hurtful thoughts came to be. But you were obviously losing patience too.
"Just bite into it," you hissed, practically shoving the food in his mouth, the flesh of the fruit being successfully caught in his teeth.
He thrashed in your hold, completely unsure where this was going. You pried his mouth open before he can actually bite the piece off.
All the angry protests died in his throat once you placed the apple to the side of your neck, completely mirroring the mark made on your skin, one and the same. His eyes widened.
"Now, does it look familiar?"
He was breathless, staring at the scene like it couldn't be true. "...I have no memory of this."
You threw the poor apple on the ground before turning and walking away. "This isn't funny, Marc."
He followed you close by, his face rapidly changing expressions. "I really didn't do it!"
You didn't spare him another glance, gathering your things much faster this time, just shoving whatever you see inside your bag, you knew that you needed to get out of the flat before you say something you'd regret.
A desperate hand reached towards your wrist. "[Y/N] please!"
"So you're telling me it was Steven that bit me really really hard while I was preparing for dinner last night?" You practically were gritting your teeth, too blinded by anger to watch what you say at this point.
"And he didn't bother correcting me when I said your name and told you to stop?"
"I-"
He turned to the side, trying to find answers in a nearby reflection but he found the same lost and distraught look on Steven's face mirroring his.
"I swear, Marc, it wasn't me. I would never do that to her."
And as bad as it sounded, Marc agreed. From how prominent it was, the mark looked like it would've been seconds away from drawing out blood. Steven would barely even hold you too tight sometimes. It was more likely to be him who would do these things. But Marc knew he didn't. And that was the problem.
"...I don't think it was any of us."
You watched this for a second, waiting for a better answer as the silence just took over entire apartment before pursing your lips. "Okay."
You twisted his hold from your wrist off before taking your things and heading towards the door.
Marc could only follow you. "Baby. Baby. Wait. Pleas-"
You turned back towards him, hurt and offended. "What? You think I'm gonna cheat on you again? I'm just going to work! But who knows? Maybe I'll meet someone on the way, right?"
Understandably, on your side, you had all the right to be angry. Your partner just accused you of cheating for something they did. But all the anger in your chest dissipated, once you saw how glassy and pained his eyes were.
You placed your bag down, hands automatically reaching towards your lover's face.
"-hun? Marc? I didn't mean it. You know I don't. I mean, you just called me a cheater and I just-"
You could practically feel him shaking under your hold. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, don't leave."
"I'm not leaving." You pulled him down towards you, letting him rest his head on your shoulder as he desperately wrapped his arms around you, bringing you much closer towards him as he tried to calm himself down.
You held him for as long as he needed, rubbing his back as you let him take his time, until you felt him murmur something. "What was that, hun?"
You felt him swallow as he slowly raised his head, finally looking you in the eye, now with an awful expression of haunted realization on his face. "I think we have a problem."
You gasped, one hand covering your mouth, you couldn't even hide your surprise. "A third?"
Marc nodded, unable to really say it himself as he sat down quietly next to you on the couch. From what he and Steven experienced, there was no other explanation but this unbelievable case. But you thought about it for a moment, a certain memory popping into your head, memories actually. Now that you think about it...
"... yeah, probably."
Marc snapped his attention right at you. "What?"
"I said that's probably-" You poked the side of your cheek with your tongue as you glanced upwards.
"Marc, honey, do you know Spanish?"
The man just stared at you in blatant confusion.
"Yeah, why?"
"Does Steven?"
Even more confused now. "He said not a lot."
"And how often do you speak it?"
"Almost never? Why?" Marc was just so lost. "What does this have to do anything?!"
"Never? ...do you remember the last time you've spoken it?"
"No- baby, you're not making any sense."
You sucked your teeth in as you turned your face from the man, finally piecing the story together. "Oh, I think I've met him multiple times."
"WHAT?! Why didn't you say anything?!"
You could only shrug, unable to fully come clean because you knew the real reason why. It was just hot, you uttered in your head. It was just a few phrases here and there and you never really thought about questioning it. You always assumed it was like how Steven knows a bit of French and only uses it occasionally.
There was a long moment of silence between you two as you both soaked up this newfound information. You glanced over to your man, awfully too quiet and too occupied. You silently reached over to hold his hand to yours, giving it a squeeze as you rested your head on his shoulder.
"What now?" You whispered softly. "What do we do?"
Without another word, Marc turned over to you and wrapped you in his arms, holding you as preciously as he could. "I'll do everything to keep you safe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you have to go through this. You didn't sign up for this."
You let out a sigh as you petted his head, returning his embrace. "Don't ever be sorry, Marc. I'm here with you, okay?"
You pressed a kiss on his temple. "All of you."
You took a day off that day and the next one after that. You knew how much Marc and Steven needed you at this time, so you wanted to help them every step of the way. It's day three, and you honestly didn't know it could happen this fast but here you were.
"What are you making?"
Let's be honest, you're not the most observant person. It's a weakness. You're trying to get better, but it's not like you're trained or anything for it anyway. But now, he does sound different from the boys you knew and love.
"Just some soup. To match the cold weather, want some, Marc?"
You tried it, and he just hummed in reply, instead, placing his hands comfortably on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder as he quietly watched what you were doing, just stirring the pot as you both watched the food simmer. It was only now that you realize he never really did answer to the names you called him.
You felt his head turn, just a bit to feel his lips graze over the skin of your neck. And just like that, you were getting déjà vu.
"Hey."
You felt him lightly lift his head from the position he was in, lips now pointing towards your ear, his voice low, and deep.
"Why, amor? Is something wrong? I promise not to bite so hard again. Unless you ask of course," he chuckled, just before returning to his position before as if it was the usual.
You shrugged his hold off, making him raise his head to face you, confused, as you turn your head. You only watched his reaction. "No. No. It's not that. It's just-"
"What's your name?"
You felt the tension as he just stopped, still with the soft smile and all, but his eyes blanked as if he paused in real time. Then he chuckled, suavely raising a brow at you, his hand rubbing your arm gently.
"...My name? Cariño, what are you talking abou-"
"I'd just like to know the name of the man who's turning my neck into his personal chew toy."
You merely tilted your head to the side as you watched his face fall as he finally realized what you meant. But you kept your expression on. "You mind giving me at least that?"
There was silence again as the softness of his features slowly simmered out. His entire face turned blank as his eyes just bore into yours, as if he wanted to see right through you, and couldn't. Your instincts were flaring up. This was different. He was different, not your Steven, not your Marc. His eyes held something different in them. But all this time, his hold on you never wavered.
"...Jake."
"Jake..." You hummed, satisfied, trying not to show your surprise that he actually answered you. "I'm [Y/N]."
He just gave you the same look, with his forehead furrowing lightly.
"I know who you are, cariño..."
You took a deep breath as you nodded, finally turning off the stove. "Alright, should I fix you a plate? Any diet restrictions I need to know about? It's vegan. Steven requested it. But if you want something else, we can order something in."
With that, you reached forward, taking a few bowls out of the cupboard, scooping the food for you both. All this time you can still feel his gaze on you as he silently watched you work.
"Do you... not mind?"
You took the two bowls and cutlery onto the table, Jake following closely behind you. You just shrugged.
"Eh. Not the weirdest thing that happened to me." You didn't even bother to look behind you and face him, you just pulled out the chair right next to you and pointed at the second bowl of soup.
"Here you can have this one."
Before you could even sit down and take a seat, you felt the same arms wrap around your waist, tight and desperate, a hold that you were quite familiar with. But you knew this was different, all your boys were after all. So you didn't shrug it off this time, you just let him. And just like he said it was, this was Jake. So, how could you not.
"Thank you, amor. I won't forget this."
You hummed, reaching back to hold his head, gently, caressing the head of hair as he held you deeper into his arms, basically curling around you. You had no idea how long he was hiding, or specifically for what reason, but you knew it couldn't have been easy on his part. Whatever his reason was, all you knew was that there was a weight that was finally lifted off of his shoulders.
After a short while, you touched his hand, urging him to ease his hold on you so you can turn around and face him. His expression was solemn but much more relaxed than before, eyes only directed at you and only you.
"I have a question though."
He took your hand to his, carefully raising it to his lips. "Hmm? Anything, princesa?"
"Isn't this cheating?"
His brow lifted at such a sudden question, he couldn't have guessed that would be the first actual thing you'd ask of him. But of course, it was. You thought it was a valid ask, but, you could've sworn you saw an air of smugness flash by his eyes before pressing a kiss your palm. "What do you think?"
You watched him a bit more, returning that soulful gaze he always kept on you. It was still the same body, but a different person, that's what they told you. But then again- "Borderline."
He hummed. "Do you want me to stop?"
Your eyes drop from his, eyeing the bit of lint on the sweater Jake had on. It was Steven's that you got him last fall. He loved wearing it whenever the weather gets too cold. To avoid future arguments, you gave Marc a separate one. They all had their own gift from you that they cherished... but Jake didn't.
Before you could think further, your other hand came up and picked the lint off of his person.
"You promise you'll tell them before I do?"
You honestly can't explain the thought process you had. But the smile that broke on Jake's face as you said those words was truly something.
"Anything you want," he whispered before pressing his cheek to your palm, holding it previously to his face as a dangerous smile played on his lips.
There was just a different feel to it, nothing like the naïve grins Steven gave or the smug smirks Marc liked to tease you with. It was like you just agreed on a deal you probably shouldn't have, like it's something that would bite you back one day. And yet, you didn't dare to take it back. It enraptured you, pulled you closer in.
You hastily took your hand back, clapping your hands together between you two before you can say anything else. "Great, now let's go eat."
You turned around and headed straight for the table, doing the best you can to pretend you didn't feel the blood rush up your neck, face and uh, everywhere else. But before you could even touch the chair-
"Gladly."
You felt like you were swept from your feet, because you were. Now you were on the same broad shoulders you knew all too well.
"NOT THAT- Jake! Jake, I said-!"
And now that was another difference you could now take note of, which is compared to your two lovely boys, Jake doesn't really do well with instructions. Which, from then on, you knew would just be the start of a very long list.
Whatever you did learn from him, however, was likely to be kept between just you two. Something's were private. You had some secrets exclusive with the boys too. It wasn't that big of a deal.
Because when Jake finally reintroduces himself with the two boys co-fronting to watch him a few weeks later, you play along.
Because when you said you were always there for your boys, you always did mean all of them.
And if you start wearing high neck shirts often these days, well, that's just because the weather's gotten chillier lately.
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A/N: not used to writing something so short, though i hope yall enjoyed itttt tell me what you thinkkkk~~ thanks for reading!!
Warnings: bit OOC, angst, happy endings, possessiveness, a spider-man wanting happiness, i got too into it
Pairing: Miguel O’hara x past pregnant wife!reader
Summary: Miles got sent to an easy mission. But he saved one more person that he had to and now Miguel has to figure out what to do now that you, his late wife who died so many years ago, showed up unharmed and heavily pregnant in his HQ.
A/N: this is my 2nd miguel fic n is2g if this flops again i aint doing more miguel stuff (im kidding im wrapped by this guy) 💓 Enjoy!!
“Whew! That was a close one!” Miles finally breathing out, trying to calm his nerves. “They almost even had me with that one. Your lasers here are way, way faster than guns, damn.”
Miles came closer to inspect the large gaping hole now embedded in the middle of the street before looking back up at the now webbed-up and struggling perpetrator at the side of the building.
“I mean, seriously, who shoots that at a pregnant woman? Not cool, dude.”
The sound of constant low breathing alerted him as he looked back at you, the woman he just saved, as you clutched your chest trying to calm down.
“Thank you Spider-Man.” You continuously patted your chest, giving him a tired but grateful smile. “Didn’t know there was more than one of you but that’s good too.”
Oh, right. He forgot about that. He wasn’t supposed to be seen. He was only supposed to mess with the anomalies that got lost in this universe just like the other Spider-Men. But he got distracted, he saw a woman being robbed at gun(laser?)point and just jumped to action.
He swallowed. He will just deal with the repercussions later. For now, he has to deal with getting a very, very pregnant woman out of here and into safety.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t want me to take you to a hospital?”
You just shook your head. “Yeah, yeah, just- trying to process a near-death experience right now with raging pregnant hormones is a trip. Ay, dios mío, I need a minute.”
“Take all the time you need, ma'am, I’ve only had to go through one of those and believe me, I get it… kinda… only the near-death one cause, well-”
His multiverse portal watch started to beep. “One second.”
He placed a bit of space between you both as he answered the call, Gwen’s face appearing before him.
“Hey, Miles, where did you go? The anomalies has already been transported back to HQ.”
“Oh, there was an anomaly that got pretty far. I got him but I saw this, uh- no-nothing, I’m done.”
The woman nodded, satisfied to hear that he was okay. “Great, report back to HQ. Jess want to hear your report.”
“Right. The report, got it. I’ll be right there.” With that, the call ended before Miles placed his attention back to you. Oh, he’s in so much trouble.
He came closer, keeping his voice low as he offered his arm for a bit of support. “I have to go now. Will you alright from here, ma'am?”
“Yes, yes, I’m good, I’ll go call my husband after this. Thank you, Spider-Man.”
Still hesitating, he spared one more look at the criminal still attached at the side of the wall, making sure that he won’t be going anywhere else for a while before nodding towards you who smiled and waved at the nice and polite kid who helped you.
Miles turned around and pressed the right buttons on his watch before a portal opened right in front of him and suddenly pulled him in.
In a few seconds, after being bombarded with multiple colorful lights down a very iridescent portal tube, he landed on his ass to the floor of the Spider-Society headquarters. He really needs to get used to this.
As he stood up, with the portal still open above his head, before he could try dusting himself off, his senses started going off. Something was wrong.
“What the hell is-” A woman fell onto his arms from the portal above. It didn’t even sink into him before you two made eye contact.
“…Hi again, spidey?”
His knees buckled as the realization suddenly hit him. Fuck. “Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Oh god.”
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Warnings: bit OOC, angst, happy endings, possessiveness, a spider-man wanting happiness, i got too into it
Pairing: Miguel O’hara x past pregnant wife!reader
Summary: Miles got sent to an easy mission. But he saved one more person that he had to and now Miguel has to figure out what to do now that you, his late wife who died so many years ago, showed up unharmed and heavily pregnant in his HQ.
A/N: this is my 2nd miguel fic n is2g if this flops again i aint doing more miguel stuff (im kidding im wrapped by this guy) 💓 Enjoy!!
"Whew! That was a close one!" Miles finally breathing out, trying to calm his nerves. "They almost even had me with that one. Your lasers here are way, way faster than guns, damn."
Miles came closer to inspect the large gaping hole now embedded in the middle of the street before looking back up at the now webbed-up and struggling perpetrator at the side of the building.
"I mean, seriously, who shoots that at a pregnant woman? Not cool, dude."
The sound of constant low breathing alerted him as he looked back at you, the woman he just saved, as you clutched your chest trying to calm down.
"Thank you Spider-Man." You continuously patted your chest, giving him a tired but grateful smile. "Didn't know there was more than one of you but that's good too."
Oh, right. He forgot about that. He wasn't supposed to be seen. He was only supposed to mess with the anomalies that got lost in this universe just like the other Spider-Men. But he got distracted, he saw a woman being robbed at gun(laser?)point and just jumped to action.
He swallowed. He will just deal with the repercussions later. For now, he has to deal with getting a very, very pregnant woman out of here and into safety.
"Are you sure you're okay? You don't want me to take you to a hospital?"
You just shook your head. "Yeah, yeah, just- trying to process a near-death experience right now with raging pregnant hormones is a trip. Ay, dios mío, I need a minute."
"Take all the time you need, ma'am, I've only had to go through one of those and believe me, I get it... kinda... only the near-death one cause, well-"
His multiverse portal watch started to beep. "One second."
He placed a bit of space between you both as he answered the call, Gwen's face appearing before him.
"Hey, Miles, where did you go? The anomalies has already been transported back to HQ."
"Oh, there was an anomaly that got pretty far. I got him but I saw this, uh- no-nothing, I'm done."
The woman nodded, satisfied to hear that he was okay. "Great, report back to HQ. Jess want to hear your report."
"Right. The report, got it. I'll be right there." With that, the call ended before Miles placed his attention back to you. Oh, he's in so much trouble.
He came closer, keeping his voice low as he offered his arm for a bit of support. "I have to go now. Will you alright from here, ma'am?"
"Yes, yes, I'm good, I'll go call my husband after this. Thank you, Spider-Man."
Still hesitating, he spared one more look at the criminal still attached at the side of the wall, making sure that he won't be going anywhere else for a while before nodding towards you who smiled and waved at the nice and polite kid who helped you.
Miles turned around and pressed the right buttons on his watch before a portal opened right in front of him and suddenly pulled him in.
In a few seconds, after being bombarded with multiple colorful lights down a very iridescent portal tube, he landed on his ass to the floor of the Spider-Society headquarters. He really needs to get used to this.
As he stood up, with the portal still open above his head, before he could try dusting himself off, his senses started going off. Something was wrong.
"What the hell is-" A woman fell onto his arms from the portal above. It didn't even sink into him before you two made eye contact.
"...Hi again, spidey?"
His knees buckled as the realization suddenly hit him. Fuck. "Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Oh god."
Instead of putting you down to your feet, the boy slowly sank down to the floor until your ass was safely on the ground. Even with his mask on, you could just feel the anxiety radiating off of him.
You felt bad for him. "Yeah... I think your portal got me too..."
"Ma'am, are you okay?!" And now he was shaking.
"Yup, I'm good." You got off the boy, dusting yourself off as you supported your stomach, glancing up at the closing portal. "Oh my, that was something."
Miles stood up, realizing the mistake. "Oh shit, I opened the portal too close to- shit."
He should've seen this coming. I mean, this was exactly how he even found out about the Spider-Society in the first place. Of course, it could happen again.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm so so sorry. I'm still learning on the job. I really didn't mean-"
"You saved my life, hun, as long as you don't get me killed, you're good, really." You patted the boy's head, giving him a small smile to relax him.
"But where are we?"
"Spider-Society headquarters. Wait, I shouldn't have told you that." He shook his head, trying to get back on focus. "This is fine. It's fine. Let me just bring you back and-"
"Miles!" You both turned towards the direction of the voice only to see a young girl with a shaved side head, wearing a white colored spider suit.
Miles pulled off his mask as he met her halfway. "Gwen!"
But she already craned her head towards you. "Who's this?" It only took a second before- "Oh my god, Miles. What did you do?!"
"I know, I know, just let me get her back in her universe- this doesn't have to be a big de-"
Another older person, this time wearing red and yellow with dark curly hair, came closer. "Oh. What in the everliving-"
Miles turned around, positively dripping of cold sweat. "And you brought Jess! Hi! Look, I know what it looks like. But I can fix this, I promise."
"Oh, this is a cock up." Gwen glared at Hobie who just arrived.
Jess just continued to widen her eyes at Miles. "You brought a civilian in here?"
"And, oh dear, she's pregnant," Pavitr murmured as he went towards you and asked if you were really alright.
Miles was just shaking. "Yes, yes, I know it's bad, please just tell me what to do to fix it."
"Oh my god, Miles. You really did it this time," Peter gasped as he covered his mouth, eyes glancing at you.
"Why is everyone suddenly here?!"
"It was your first assignment to lead! Of course, everyone was curious?!" Peter exclaimed, nervous for the boy. "Why did you bring a pregnant civilian in here?!? Do you know how unsafe that is!"
You see the chaos slowly envelop around you and they started to overwhelm around the boy who saved you. You knew he made a mistake but they didn't need to go to this hard on him. You were fine, not even a scratch. Your belly didn't even hurt one bit. "Um, I'm alright. But can someone just take me home now please?"
"Oh, big man ain't really gonna be too happy about this."
"You think he's gonna use this to kick Miles out of the society?"
Gwen turned to the two other teens. "Both of you are NOT helping." "Thanks."
Jess took a deep breath. "Miles, you gotta get her out of here before Miguel finds out." "I'M TRYING."
Your ears perked despite the chaos. "Excuse me? What did you say?"
No one is listening to you, still too busy ganging up on the boy that you had to step forward to make it clear. "Did you just say my hu-AHHH!"
Sharp pain that just reached everywhere quickly shocked right through your body that it brought you to your knees. It was as fast as it went, but it positively punched the breath out of you. That was horrible.
In a second, everyone, who was arguing a second ago, was now on their knees around you.
Gwen gasped. "She's glitching."
Hobie shouted from behind her. "We need a visitor's wristband over here!"
"I'll go get some!" Pavitr quickly left the scene in a hurry.
"What was that?" You shakily breathed out, surroundings slowing down as panic stared to rush through you. You could barely even hear them panic. "That hurt so much, what was that?"
"Oh god, oh god, oh god. Ma'am, are you okay?"
"She's not breathing right, Jess, do something."
A hand was waved in front of your face, slowly bringing you back to reality as you focused on her voice.
"Hey, love, you gotta calm down, everything's going to be alright. I need you to breathe."
You were only now able to see that she had her own baby bump just like you, she was also probably close to her due date, maybe not as much as you who was only due for a few more days, but still. And yet, she was calm, guiding you to breathe with her eyes.
"Can you sit down, let's take the pressure off your knees- WHERE'S THAT WRISTBAND!?" She shouted behind her. The shift of volume added to do your rising anxiety. You were too overwhelmed. You just- you just needed a times up-
"What the hell is going on here?!"
Everything stopped, even those clamoring around you paused. You could hear again, as if the familiarity of the voice brought you back. You knew that voice anywhere.
Miles stood up, basically covering you. "Miguel, before you pounce on me, just know that it was a total accident and I can totally fix this right now-"
You heard the boy skid his feet across the floor as he was practically pushed to the side. You raised your head, starting from the bottom of red and blue spider-suit up to his shoulders. The same face you see everyday greeted you. But everything was confirmed when you heard him.
"[Y/N]."
"Miguel?" You breathed out, relief momentarily flooding through you that you didn't even notice his shocked expression. You were too caught up with finally seeing a familiar face.
You brought a hand up to support yourself as you tried to stand, going towards the man, stopping when you saw him flinch. But you were far too confused to be deterred.
"Miguel, why- why are you- AHHH!" Just as you were able to stand was as quick as you folded right back, the same searing pain going through you as you glitched in and out of existence.
Miguel was pushed out of his trance as he knelt right in front of you, stopping you from hitting the floor harshly.
"Lyla!"
Before you know it, a small band was left on your person, but you could only focus on the familiar hold that was now around your arms.
"[Y/N]??"
"They know each other?"
"Huh, plot twist."
"I am so confused."
"I GOT THE BANDS- oh, she's okay now. Cool."
The pain was slowly leaving your system as you were left to slowly look at the hands that were now on your person, gloved in blue yet clawed.
You finally raised your dizzy head to see him, Miguel, your Miguel with a troubled expression like you were going to die any minute. His eyes held so much emotion that it only buffered you. You had millions of questions but it seemed that he was the same.
"[Y/N], what do you feel? Do you feel better now? Are you okay? Let me-"
His fingers were shaking as he reached towards your cheek, like he almost didn't want to, like something would happen if he did. But he couldn't help it, he just can't believe it. It was really you.
Without another word, you grabbed onto his wrist, bringing his attention back at you, but just as it seemed like his world came into a halt, yours was just spinning out of control.
"Miguel, why are you here? You said-you said you were going to the lab. What are you doing here?"
Jess stepped forward, equally as confused. "Miguel. You know her?"
Miguel glanced up and down at you, all the sass and quips that he could've blurted out was sucked out of him. You were supposed to be here. You were gone, so many years ago. This shouldn't be possible that you were still standing in front of him.
His brain barely registered what this could mean before he clenched his jaw, realizing there was only one person who could've been responsible for such a thing.
"It's you, isn't it?
He took a deep breath before glancing at his side, his glare landing at Miles. "What did you do?"
The young man already had his hands raised. "I- I didn't-"
"Jess."
"It was just a standard capture. All the anomalies were found and contained," she supplied. "I think the kid just brought over the civi- her by accident."
"Of course, he did," he bitterly chuckled, crossing his arms. He knew it was a bad idea. Miles wasn't ready yet. "How many times have I told you to take this whole thing serio-"
Two fingers suddenly pinched his ear and brought his head down to the side. He didn't even have time to react as he curled down to be shown your angry face.
"Can't you answer my question first?!"
This crowd was only left to stare in shock, so did Miguel who was quiet. It was like you flipped a switch in his head. But it looked like it was nothing to you. Who the hell were you?!
"Miguel. What the hell is happening here- AH!"
"[Y/N]!" he called your name as you hunched over, clutching your belly with both hands as a sharp pain spread over your abdomen. Your eyes scrunched in pain that you didn't even see all signs of harshness disappearing in Miguel's face as worry took over.
"Is she still glitching?" Jess asked as Miguel knelt down in front of you.
"Is the band not working. Lyla!"
"No no no." You waved him off, taking a few deep breaths as you shook your head. "I think that was just a phantom contraction or the baby kicked really hard. Or I'm getting torn from the inside out, I don't know anymore- can someone please just tell me what's going on?!"
Hundreds of thoughts were running in his head, he may have tried to push it down. But it was still there, just rushing back all at once. He's been preparing for so many things these past few years, battling with every known bad guy out there. But he's never thought he's ever had to have this conversation. And yet here you were, asking him to do the impossible.
You took his hand to yours, pleading with your eyes. "Miguel. Please."
He froze. You always used to that, use your eyes against him, knowing how easy it is for him to fold once there is crinkle in your eyes. And even to this day, it still had a hold on him. There was a difference speck of color in your iris, did you know that? Does he remember that? Or did he notice just now?
"I'll tell you everything you need to know." He found himself saying, his own concern getting the better of him. He didn't even know what is happening right now, but he had to get you somewhere else, especially at your condition.
"But it's complicated and- and for now, you need to rest. Please, you can't be doi-"
"I'm not going anywhere unless you say something." You tried your best to stand up, ignoring the additional arms stretching out to you as you slapped his hands away, obviously now rightfully pissed.
"Soy tu esposa, Miguel, don't you think I at least deserve to know even a little bit?"
"Esposa?" Gwen parroted, clueless.
On the other hand, Miles sucked in a breath, eyes shaking. "That's- that means wife- she just said she's his wife, guys."
Hobie whistled, eyes widening. "Miguel's wife, huh, now that's a real plot twist, innit?"
Pavitr was shaken. "Miguel has a wife?!"
Peter was shaken even more. "Miguel is married??"
"Por favor, mi vida... Confía en mí." Miguel's breath was shaky, never has he been more unsure as this as he watched you, still in disbelief, but reverting back to what he knows best when you're like this, pleading with you.
"Not now. But I will."
You bit the inside of your cheek, forehead furrowed deeply, unsatisfied from everything just before you let your shoulders slack.
"Fine. But you'll have to tell me everything later. You got that, amor?" You pointed your finger at him, in no way intimidated by the difference in height. Everyone else was just watching in complete confusion and curiosity.
"Amor?"
"That means-"
"I get what it means," Gwen snapped with no real fire as Peter just continued to gape at the scene.
"Wait. Miguel, you're married??"
As if the man had never even heard the ridiculously loud comments from the audience, he merely leaned closer to you, reaching towards your arm as gently as he could.
"Can you walk?" He didn't even let you reply. "Ven aqui."
Without another word, he leaned down and carried you in his arms with much practiced intimacy. It was like he never forgot at all. But you just continued to glare at his direction, none the wiser of the real situation.
Meanwhile, Peter cursed himself for having a full storage on his phone, he couldn't even document this moment. He's never seen that look of softness in Miguel's eyes. And he'd be damned if Mayday doesn't get to see it.
"Everyone meet me at my office." He stopped, glancing behind him to the still shocked crowd, especially at a specific someone. "Especially you, Morales. Don't think this is over."
A loud slap against his chest just pulled the tension right out of the moment. "Oh, lay off the kid."
You poked out your head from behind him, smiling as bright as you could. "Thanks again for saving me, Miles! Muchas gracias!"
The poor guy didn't even know how to respond to this situation right now. "No problem, Mrs.... O'Hara?"
"Call me tía!"
Miguel raised his head towards you, personally offended. "No, he doesn't get to call you that-" he turned his head to the other direction. "You don't call her that."
"I can make him call me whatever how I want," you scoffed, before eyeing the man. "And while I'm up here, did you grow again?"
"What?"
"You weren't this big this morning." You leaned in closer, your man's face somehow felt off to you, but you just couldn't point it out. "Did you seriously just grow a few inches in the last few hours?"
His face softened, even more as he realized what you were talking about. So it was only hours for you, but practically a decade for him. And you didn't even have an idea. "Yeah. Must've hit another growth spurt."
"That's-, that's... I have no idea what that is." You blinked, hand resting over your bump. "I just hope our daughter waits until she's out for hers. Because that is way above my pay grade."
Just as you finished your sentence, you saw his eyes get glassy, face falling to a melancholic stare as he glanced down at your belly. There was so much in that one gaze you didn't understand. "Why are you looking me like that, amor? Am I heavy?"
"Like a feather. It's like I'm not even carrying anything." He smiled, but it felt tired, and also extremely, confusingly genuine.
"You're sweet today." You hummed. Of course, that would be what he would seem like to you, and not the longing he actually feels.
"Is it because I found out about this little spider convention of yours? What the kid say- Spider-Society?"
"Don't think you're off the hook. We're gonna talk about this shit when we get home." You playfully squinted your eyes at him, wanting to change the mood while not actually lying to him about how you felt, but all it did was make him realize his situation even more.
"[Y/N]..."
But you just continued. "Hiding shit like this for me. So, this is where you disappear off to. All this time I thought you were just staying late to make Lyla."
"Lyla..." Miguel brightened. He just got an idea. "Wanna meet her?"
Before you could even reply, a small yellowish holographic figure appeared right in front of your eyes.
"Heyyyy... It's the missus. What's up~~"
The absolutely wide smile you gave was just enough to make Miguel's whole day, if not his whole week.
"Oh my god, you finally made her," you gasped in wonder before pelting slaps on your husband's shoulder. "Ow! OW!"
"Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me! You said she was still in the works!"
He's almost forgotten how heavy your hand was despite the size difference between you two. Before he could make excuses, you turned back to the AI.
"And goodness, she looks amazing!"
"Eyyy, back at you, mama." The AI floated smoothly in the air as she made finger guns at you. "The glow is impeccable by the way. ✨Shining ✨. Love it."
The animation she produced right in front of your eyes only pulled on your heart strings further as you clapped in joy. "And she's fun! I can't believe you actually took my advice not to make her a boring AI."
Miguel felt as if nothing else matters, even though he was walking down a very crowded hallway, being stared at by countless spidermen due to the very pregnant mystery woman in his arms. But his eyes only saw you. Your smiles always did reach your eyes, tooth and all.
"Well, you always gave the best advice." That wasn't a lie. He remembers how he's used your wisdom everyday for years with Gabriella.
"You got that one right." You nodded as you both went down a particularly dark hallway towards his main office. He then set you down on a chair in the middle before kneeling in front of you. You raised a brow.
"Vida, let me just fix something. I'll right be back, okay? Lyla, keep her company."
"Yeah. At this point, you'll have to ask me to leave her." The AI waved him off, not even sparing him a glance as you laughed, successfully distracted. That should buy him some time. He needed to get to the bottom of whatever this is.
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"Why did you stray?"
He scanned over the words on the screen one more time. "From this report, you and your group was doing just fine. Everyone was accounted for. You were never supposed to reach this point. What did you do?"
"Like I said, there was one that got too far. I went after him, caught him, but then I heard a scream." The boy shrugged. "I just couldn't look away."
Miguel sighed, shaking his head, everything was finally clear. Of course, it had something to do with Miles not being able to follow instructions.
"Look. As much as I want to side with you right now, Miguel," Jess spoke up with stern yet concerned expression. "I think you're the one who has to tell us something."
"Who is she really?"
Miguel gave her a little glance before his eyes scanned over the people around him, all standing there, waiting for an answer. He felt his shoulders slack. He had to answer it at some point. "You already know."
"She's my wife... Her name is [Y/N] O'Hara."
He glanced over to Miles. "Where you found her... was supposed to be the alley she was found in after she was shot by a prototype laser. The guy got away. People found her still alive, took her to the hospital."
Peter leaned forward, voice low and respectful. "Where were you?"
"On the other side of town. The goblin was setting up a big laser at the center of the city. I was able to stop it."
Gwen rubbed her hands together, anxious even though everyone in the room practically already knew what happens next. "And what happened to her?"
"...They were only able to save the baby. My daughter, Gabriella."
He could remember the horror as if it was just yesterday. The fact that he only found out of the absolute tragedy that happened to his family through a phone call. And the fact that he was nowhere to be found in your last moments. It took him years to recover, if he ever did. If he didn't have the Gabriella, he doesn't know what could've become of him. But that was already in the past. The present had no shortage of tragedies for him after all.
He stood up from his chair, hands on his hips as he calmly looked over Miles.
"Morales, in that universe, you didn't just stop a petty criminal. You stopped my canon event."
And just from those words, the expression on Miles' face went from empathetic to blank.
"There you go again."
"Miles, don't," Peter muttered to his fist as Gwen took a deep breath. "Oh, here we go."
Miguel raised a brow. "Excuse me?"
"I said, no, I didn't. I didn't stop your canon event."
Miguel felt that headache from an hour ago just came rushing back. "When will you ever listen-"
"And when will you stop looking at the grand scheme of things?"
"Get your crisps ready," Hobie whispered to Pav next to him who was this close to biting all of his nails.
"I didn't stop your canon event." Miles stepped forward, shoulders squared, with a newfound anger laced in his voice.
"Nah. What I did was save your wife."
Miguel felt his canines elongate, anger starting to rise from his neck as the boy started to pick him apart. He didn't even know what he was talking about. "Look-"
The boy raised his hands in surrender, but everything else showed a different tune. "Okay, I'm sorry, was that what you want me to say? Sorry for saving someone?"
Miles was unfazed, having had enough himself. "Look. If you want your wife to go back in there and take her bullet, or laser, or whatever other horrible crap that was supposed to happen to her, you go do that, because I'm not going to."
Miles stepped back, completely taken by the situation, as if everything he ever wanted to say to Miguel just came rushing out. "And you can threaten to kick me out of this group all you want, but I'm not moving an inch. Because just like I said before, the canon can be wrong. And you're wrong!"
"Spider-Man is supposed to help people! Not look the other way! Why would you tell us to do exact opposite of what we stand for?!"
Miguel grit his teeth, starting to see red. "I'm not. But this is not how it works!"
"OI!"
Everyone in the room turned their head to the door, and in a weird stroke of irony, the person in question was there for all to see.
"What was that?" You whispered as you walked closer with an expression unreasonable to anyone, anyone but Miguel who knew it all too well.
He felt his anger deflate. "[Y/N]? Vida, I thought you were resting with- Lyla!"
The AI appeared for a moment on your shoulder. "I tried. But what mama wants, mama gets~"
You snapped your fingers in front of his face, bringing his attention back to you and not on his AI who just switched sides. "No. No. No. What the hell is this?"
He felt himself swallow. "What is?"
"Why are you talking to that boy like that?" You touched your belly, looking up at him with a scandalized expression. "I'm literally about to pop out our kid and this is how you treat other kids? That's what you want to show me?"
He sighed. "[Y/N], you don't understand. What he did was-"
"I don't care what he did. Even if he made a mistake, you don't need to shout that loud at him. He's not even your kid."
"He doesn't listen otherwise."
"How can he listen when you keep shouting at him like that?"
"He talks back."
"How will he answer your questions if he doesn't?"
Everyone in attendance could only just watch the verbal relay happen in real time, more or less morbidly curious on who would win. But everyone had their money on you. Because they've never seen anyone argue with Miguel for that long and still have a fighting chance.
"[Y/N], he's a repeat offender, a menace."
"Menace?" You spared the boy a glance, who only smiled gingerly back. "He looks adorable. Harmless."
"And he's even in one of your spider suits," you pointed out. "You trying to tell me there are bad spider-men out there?"
Miguel pursed his lips for a moment. "There are... some."
You tilted your head, unamused. "Uh huh. And you're trying to tell me this sweet 13 year old is one of them? Are you serious?"
"Actually I'm 15-"
Peter hit Miles' back as Gwen stepped on his foot. "Ow!" "Miles, can't you see she's making your point?" "Yeah, dude, shut up."
The boy blinked before immediately fixing himself. "Oh right, please proceed tía, gracias, por favor."
Your smile softened as you motioned over. "See? Polite."
"Those are the only words he knows."
"It's a tough language. Everyone has different levels of comprehension." You shrugged, before holding on to your belly again. "What if our little Gabriella here has a hard time picking up Spanish. Is this how you're gonna react too?"
Miguel stopped, before lowering himself, leaning closer to you, a whirlwind of memories flooding through him just by those simple words. You didn't even know. "...No, of course not. She'll be a natural."
You sighed, seeing him unravel before you as you took his hand to yours and squeezed, feeling a bit guilty. You knew he always went soft when you go for the pregnant route in arguments. "You just can't be sure of that, Miguelito."
"Miguelito? But he's huge...." Miles whispered to himself.
"I am, actually. She'll be amazing. Just like you." You didn't even know he was telling the truth.
"Sweet." You tapped his cheek lovingly with your palm, something you've always done to him before to show you care, but the last one felt a bit personal. "But we're not done yet. You don't shout at kids like that. Especially, not this one."
You let go of your man before turning to the side and waving. "Come here, Miles, love."
The boy followed, though hesitantly, as you took his hand to yours. "Don't mind him. He's just rough and grumpy at the start, but he warms up fast. I promise."
"Uh..." He only spared one glance at the huge man glaring down behind you before smiling as best as he could. "Sure, tía."
You brightened, giving his cheek a quick pinch. "You're such a good kid. I just know your parents are proud of you."
You patted his shoulders as you nodded. "Now, you and your friends go get some food in you, okay? I'm just gonna have a good old fashioned marriage arguement with grumpy pants over here. Hmm?"
Nobody, especially Miles, has any idea what to say with that.
Jess just cleared her throat. "We'll be in the cafeteria if you need us."
Everyone took that as their cue to leave, but just as everyone filed for the exit, one turned around. "Do you want anything, tía?"
Miguel tsked loudly, a very unamused look on his face as you smiled. "Oh, that's kind. No, thank you. You go."
"You are pushing it, dude," Pavitr whispered next to Miles who only smiled smugly. "I know."
Hobie barked out a quick laugh, offering his fist. "Oh, that was a good one."
As the two were left behind, the silence quickly changed the room.
You were only left to curiously look at your man. "What is wrong with you today?"
He ran a hand down his face, frustrations getting the better of him. "You're meddling with things you don't understand."
It was like he didn't even hear himself before he said it. "Wow."
He quickly turned back from you, obviously regretting the words that came out of his mouth. Miguel just covered his face with his hand, trying to get his thoughts back together.
"That's- That's not what I meant-"
He couldn't look at you. One look at the expression on your face and he can feel himself unraveling again. Miguel didn't wanna say it, but he knew he was running away. He left you in his office and came here to interrogate others, not because he wanted to pass the blame, but because he just didn't want to face it.
For years, he has pushed down his grief of losing you by taking care of the daughter you left behind, doing his best everyday to be the man and the father that you would be proud of. But after everything, he doesn't know how to face you, maybe in another circumstances, but not like this. He doesn't know how to face you like this, clueless and naive, with everything he knows now.
"Then help me understand."
He stopped, finally glancing back at you who only had softness in your eyes. You walked closer, taking his hand to yours, his claws retracting at your touch.
"He saved me, didn't he? So why get on his ass for that? Doesn't seem like something a bad Spider-Man would do right?"
You shrugged, offering a confused smile. "I mean, was it? Was it wrong, what he did?"
Miguel's face didn't even change. "It's the best thing he's ever done in his life."
You chuckled, shaking your head lightly at him. "I wouldn't say that. But yeah. I don't think I'll be here if it wasn't for him."
"...You're more important than anything."
Your forehead furrowed deeper. "Then I don't understand the anger, Miguel."
"Because it should've been me!"
He didn't even feel the animosity within him until it was out. He was even breathing deeply, the emotions he had just festering on the inside finally burst. But you didn't even flinch.
Miguel just sat down on a chair nearby, head in his hands, defeated. It was finally out. "I should've been the one to be there. I shouldn't have been away. I was supposed to save you, to protect you."
He didn't know how long he stayed in that position, the same position he's done so many times before. And yet it felt like centuries until he felt a presence on his shoulder. He didn't move away.
"I know, mi amor. But no one wanted it to happen. Things just do."
He looked over at you, and the sympathy on your face should've consoled him, like it always have done. But it was just another source of pain. You didn't even understand half of what he meant.
"You were away protecting Nueva York, weren't you?"
His eyes widened as you smiled down weakly at him. You didn't know his identity before you passed.
"How'd y-"
"Had a hunch. And I only knew one idiot that wanted to help even against the odds." You shook your head like it was obvious. "And I heard that Spider-Man was fighting that green bomb guy in the floating skateboard in the middle of the city."
Goblin. He had lasers, bombs everywhere. People of all ages were screaming, scared and desperate. It was practically chaos. Miguel could barely handle it, still not used to the role pushed onto him back then. Even now, that fight was still one of his his biggest regrets.
"I should've still been there for you. I should've."
He took your hands to his and rested his head on it as if praying. It was only mere hours for you but he remembers it like it still plays behinds his eyes when he closes them. The relief that rushed through him when he thought he won and it was finally over. And the silence that followed when he realized it wasn't, especially that one phone call from the hospital that changed his whole life. You shouldn't be kind, you should be angry at him. But all you did was hum.
"I heard you were saving so many people."
"It doesn't matter if I can't save you. I should've been there."
You let go of his hand to raise his head up at you, seeing the glassiness behind those tired, sunken eyes. "Mi amor, you have this great power."
"And with that, comes great responsibility. You've done all you could and you've done so much."
You caressed his cheek with your thumb, wiping the stray tear that finally fell. "But you can't do it all."
"Isn't that the reason why there's so many of you here? For help?"
It had took him years to figure out, that making of a society to aid other Spider-Man across the multiverse would do so much good. And yet all it took you was just an hour to know. You were truly as amazing as the day he lost you.
Still lost in his thoughts with tears staining his cheeks, you pushed him a bit and he let you, scooting to the side on the bench so you can sit next to him. Offering his arm so you can settle down, you instead took it to yours and rested your head on his shoulder.
"I basically owe him my life. So don't be too hard on the kid okay?"
Miguel knew he already lost, nodding as he curled towards you. "Okay."
Instead of saying anything else, the man just wrapped his arms around you, tight and desperate as you welcomed his embrace. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there." You didn't need to see him, he was basically shaking in your hold, the best you could do was just rub his back as he bid his due. "I'm so sorry."
"Aw. I know, amor, I know. It's okay. Everything's okay now. We would never have to think of this again. It's like it never happened. Okay?"
He could only wish. He could only grip you tighter into his arms, causing you to laugh, as you patted his back, still awfully clueless of the storm he housed inside, his desperation coming of more or less just sweet to you.
"You're so clingy today."
"I don't cling on you like this?"
"You do," you laughed, clearly enjoying the attention. "But not as tight anymore."
"Then I'm a fucking idiot."
"Yeah, well, at least you're my idiot." You finally pulled back, gazing up towards him, weirdly more out of proportion than usual. "I swear you got taller."
And just like that, Miguel was again pushed out of his fantasy. He's thankful, really. Not even years of therapy would've done the same as you've done last few minutes. But he needed to wake up now.
"I really I wish I was."
"What? No really, I didn't have to look up this high up at you to just-"
"No, vida," he whispered as he placed one hand on your cheek, his entire palm basically cupping your head down to your neck as his frown deepened.
"I'm not your idiot."
You blinked, way too confused to understand. "Excuse me? What are-"
All this confusion on your face, and yet he only looked at you. It just pushed you over the edge, bordering the line of anger. "Then, whose idiot are you?"
Miguel pursed his lips. He had to let you know. "Please listen to me."
---
"Hi everyone!"
Everyone turned to see the happy couple enter the cafeteria, hand in hand. The disparity of Miguel's blank face next to your bright smile, slowly walking to match your pregnant waddle pace was truly a sight to behold.
Miguel helped you to your seat at the counter as Jess just eyed him. "Oh, all good?"
"She wanted empanadas."
"Before," you corrected, "I wanted empanadas before. I see a blue burger."
"Then she'll have the blue burg- why does that look like that." He looked back at the server Spider-Man then back at the questionable sandwich. "Since when did we have that? I never approved of that."
It was like no one was listening to him, all now involved in their own conversations and food, just like always.
He left for a moment to get you the snacks you wanted when Jess sneaked in to his side. "What happens now?"
"Do we bring her back?"
He didn't even bother looking at her as he put the fries you asked for on his tray.
"I'll figure it out."
"Miguel-"
"Jess. Please." He stopped, sparing her a quick glance. The expression on his face said more than he ever could.
It was only a few seconds of silence between the two before the woman just shrugged.
"It's your call." Miguel even seemed surprised by the response. She merely took the fries from his tray.
"What? I'm too tired to argue, and I'm pregnant too, you know. Too much stress isn't good."
She gave him a quick salute before she left, going straight to the table with everyone.
He turned back to his task when, at the corner of his eye, he saw a hand trying to be slick and take another plate of fries from the bunch in front.
"Miles."
The kid straightened right up as Miguel faced him. "Yes. Miguel, Mr O'Hara, boss, sir-"
"Stop that."
The man took a deep breath, both hands on his hips in his infamous disappointed dad stance. Miles already knew how this was going to go.
"You went against orders again. And talked back to me. And called my wife tía. You're way in over your head," he listed on, voice getting harsher by every succeeding word. Miles felt all of that just add onto his shoulders.
There was a bit of silence before the man sighed, causing Miles to look up and see his face soften at the slightest. "You have to know how to listen. I get your point, I do. But there are reasons why rules exist. You have to accept that."
And Miles knew that much at least.
"I get it."
"That being said." Miguel nodded, handing him the fries in his hand. "Good job, kid."
Miles gaped, jaw going slack, frozen in place, staring up at the guy and then at the food down in his hand then back up. He has nothing to say to that.
"Thanks. Uh... tio?"
And Miguel's face turned sour again. "Just this once... And fix your pronunciation."
Now Miles was confused. "How can I mess up tio?"
"You'll find a way."
With that Miguel left, 3 full plates of snacks on his tray as you waved him over to your seat, table now full of different foods he knew he didn't give you.
"There you go," you called, words slightly muffled by the food in your mouth. "See? I knew my man can play nice."
He chuckled, placing the fries down as he sat next to you. "I don't play nice. I am nice."
"Oh yeah, the absolute best. Genius engineer. Kind to a fault. Wide shoulders." You lifted your colorful burger between you. "And great buns."
"Dios mío, vida. The baby. Gabriella can hear you."
"Oh, please. Your buns are the reason why she's even here."
Meanwhile on the other table...
"And he's giving her goo-goo eyes for that? It's like bugs are crawling all o'er me."
"It's so sweet but also I'm getting chills."
"I don't know, I think it's a cute change of pace. Who knew our very own dark Garfield can smile like that?"
"I mean, I'm not getting glared at. So it's already a massive improvement."
"I should've brought Mayday. She'd love that look on Miguel's face."
Jess chuckled as she listened to everyone's comments, although slightly condescending, it was all in good faith. Truth be told, even she was surprised. "I didn't even know he can make that face."
Miguel's gonna continue to pretend not to hear them. Not because he agrees with their nonsense, but because nothing was more important than just watching you eat and talk nonsense like this in front of him, with no care in the world, feeding him bits of what you did and didn't like, talking endlessly about anything. He just feel his heart swell.
Although, he's got to say, he also likes the look on his face.
It's been years since he could smile like this. And to think, all it took to have this much happiness was just a little lie this time.
---
"Wait wait wait. You're not-"
"I'm not your Miguel. At least not the one you know anymore," he explained as soft as he could. "This is the future, it's been years, [Y/N]."
"I don't understand-"
"What that kid, Miles, stopped was supposed to happen. He was never supposed to be there."
"What? But he- I was in-"
He took your hand in his to calm you. "For years, I tried to go back. Help me save you. Be at two places at once. But the only thing I can ever do was watch. But I couldn't do it, because I couldn't interfere. Too much was at risk. The timeline would've..." he didn't dare continue.
He furrowed his brows deeper. "But the kid isn't part of-"
"He's not part of our universe," you finished for him, stitching together what it all could possibly mean. "Which means he could mess with the timeline?"
He nodded. "I was angry, because he risked getting you out. He didn't even know what he did, he could've erased you the moment you stepped on the portal. In theory, this shouldn't be possible. But you're still here.."
Your face wrinkled in haunted realization. "So the pain I felt..."
"Should've erased you completely," Miguel finished as he watched your reaction, seeing you slowly digest everything.
"They're all from different universes, [Y/N]. Not timelines. It's not the same." he stepped closer, offering a gentle hand once he sees your distress. "This wasn't supposed to be possible."
Now, it was you who was looking at him in distress. "And you can't put me back?"
"If I do, the timeline will relentlessly try to fix the mistake. In simple terms..."
"They won't stop until I die..." you breathed out, speechless by the words that came out of your mouth.
You were quiet for a while, perhaps putting together the sudden chain of events and your own mortality. That was when Miguel carefully took your hand to his.
"But, vida, here you can live."
Miguel happily smiled, motioning to the world around him. "Everything already happened here. It's been years. Because if you couldn't, there should already be plenty of attempts, but nothing. Which means you can be here. You can stay, both of you, you and Gabriella. You can survive."
You remained, still staring down at the abyss done, stuck in your own frazzled mind until you raised your head. A blank yet worried expression was all he saw.
"What about my Miguel?" You whispered just above your breath.
"He'll be all alone."
His attitude muted down as he adjusted to your reaction. That was just like you. You always did think of him.
"I can leave him a message," Miguel offered. "Something he can hold onto. Explain everything. He'll understand. He has to. It's either this or..."
You nodded, knowing exactly what that could mean, your hand grazing over your bump. It was all too much at the moment. You never wanted to think about who you'd be leaving behind, never really having to think of it before. But now that he told you, it was horrible.
You weren't one to escape like this, you'd rather face them head on. And it may have been okay if it was just you, but now you also had your little one to think about.
Miguel bent down on his knees, looking up at you, not letting you focus on anything else but him. "And, mi vida, I'm yours too."
"I'm still your Miguel."
It may have taken a while, perhaps a long bit of silence or a mere second of nothing, where you were just there, eyes cast down on the man who was practically begging you not to just stay, but stay alive. And honestly, how could you say no to that?
You finally sighed, a tired smile basically being forced out of you, to look for the sliver of light in a shitty situation. "I guess you are."
You squeezed his hand, tightening your hold as if it was the only thing that can reassure you right now. "My Miguel."
"Just a bit older, right?"
You snorted, the smile finally coming back to your eyes as happiness washed over him. "Now, I didn't want to say anything. But you have aged, love."
"You look a hundred times grumpier. And-" he stood up, smiling like the nines as you stepped back. "And this weird growth spurt. Seriously, I just saw you like three hours ago. How dumb do you think I am?"
"No matter, you're still Miguelito to me." You shared a laugh, the disparity of the situation a few minutes ago just made it all the more hilarious. It was still in the background, haunting, dwelling at the back of your head.
"I still don't understand everything. But I know you've done so much. Went through so much."
But you knew him enough to know that he probably struggled with it on his own, completely alone for years for all you know, but not anymore.
You tilted your head up, sneaking your arms around his neck as you pulled him down for a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for saving us, amor."
Miguel turned his head just to catch your lips before finally looking you in the eye. "And thank you for staying with me."
"Thank you for being alive." He dove down once more, pressing his chapped lips down to yours, hands carefully, and gently wrapping around your frame.
You pulled away as you smiled, fawning over his attention to you. Yep, still your Miguel.
"I love you."
"I love you," he said right back, no hesitation before wrapping his arms right back around you, practically encasing your entire form, desperate and possessive. After all these years, you were finally back in his arms. And it will stay that way this time.
"I'll never lose you again. Both of you. Te prometo esto."
You didn't need to know that it was only you that would be gone.
You didn't need to know that this Miguel had already taken care of your Gabriella and failed.
You didn't need to know the real difference between universes and timelines and that he was just talking out of his ass.
You didn't need to know any of that, at least not now.
The only think you needed to know was that he loves you and that will be here to protect you.
He's already had his canon events. He's had his loss and his grief. He's already long due for happiness that a Spider-Man can have. He may not be able to go out of his universe to look for it, but no one has said anything about bringing it to him.
Miles was right. The canon can be wrong, but it still has to happen to keep the peace. And it will.
His counterpart will still experience grief to get him down the path he needs to go. But this time, he'll just have to lose you both. Miguel's tech is advanced enough to recreate past events, then it can make something up too.
If you think about it, this is the better option. After all, he's in a universe that had already taken everything from him. There was no canon events left in his world anymore, so it had no reason to remove you again. You'd be able to live here, happy and alive, with him and your daughter.
It's cruel, perhaps crueler than the mistake he's done before. But it is what it is. The only thing Miguel can promise is that, this time around, he will be a great father AND a great husband. He'll make sure of it.
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A/N: that got so far away from me it was just supposed to be 2k of preggy reader walking her older husband like a dog. ANYWAY Tell me what you think and thanks for reading!!!
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Warnings: OOC, light Miles bullying, happy endings, wordiness, mutual pining, idiots in love
Pairing: Miguel O’hara x fem spidey!reader;
Summary: Other than being the Spider-woman of your earth, they haven’t seen another version of you specifically, not until now, and she’s quite a handful, even Miguel thinks so (but a little helpful in fixing whatever relationship limbo you two had yourselves in)
A/N: this legit escaped me and had a life of its own. very self serving tbh also I have no idea who black cat is. I saw a costume and a name and called it a day. Good luck.💓 Enjoy!!
Masterlist | Ao3 link
“Miguel!”
The man didn’t even bother turning around. You were already swinging up to his platform. “Back already?”
You landed right next to him, already uploading the information you collected from your portal watch to his. “Yup.”
He raised a brow at the influx of info on his screens. “You didn’t cheat?”
Even with the mask on, he knew your face fell at that remark. “How do you even cheat in fixing anomalies?
"You always find a way.”
“And you always find a mistake.” You crossed your arms towards him, ready to go toe-to-toe with the man despite the height difference.
Miguel turned his body towards you, a flat expression on his face. “So, there is?”
You knew deep down he didn’t mean it, but still, you pulled your mask off and blew a raspberry to his face. “Pfft. You suck.”
Miguel chuckled. “Mature.”
“Sure am. And you said if I come back around noon, you’ll buy me lunch.”
“I knew it. You rushed it.”
You scoffed, feigning offense, despite your curled lips giving you away. “I did not! It went perfectly smooth no matter how much you bare your fangs at me.”
Miguel’s brows furrowed at that last part, consciously pursing his lips to hide his teeth, arms on his waist as he towered over you as you just stared back at him, feigning anger.
It wasn’t until a few more seconds and a quiet ‘you two are corny’ from Lyla before Miguel finally broke, a small smile finally making its way to his lips.
“Alright, alright, dulzura. I’ll get you your food.”
In just a few words, you automatically brightened, basically perking from the mention of free food like nothing else matters.
“I don’t know what that means but you had me at food.”
Miguel smiled as he nodded… He really wished you never would.
And Jess, who was also there the entire time as someone who came with you and had something they also wanted to report to Miguel, just wished you both could see what everyone else clearly does, because this has gone far enough.
Warnings: OOC, light Miles bullying, happy endings, wordiness, mutual pining, idiots in love
Pairing: Miguel O’hara x fem spidey!reader;
Summary: Other than being the Spider-woman of your earth, they haven’t seen another version of you specifically, not until now, and she’s quite a handful, even Miguel thinks so (but a little helpful in fixing whatever relationship limbo you two had yourselves in)
A/N: this legit escaped me and had a life of its own. very self serving tbh also I have no idea who black cat is. I saw a costume and a name and called it a day. Good luck.💓 Enjoy!!
Masterlist | Ao3 link
"Miguel!"
The man didn't even bother turning around. You were already swinging up to his platform. "Back already?"
You landed right next to him, already uploading the information you collected from your portal watch to his. "Yup."
He raised a brow at the influx of info on his screens. "You didn't cheat?"
Even with the mask on, he knew your face fell at that remark. "How do you even cheat in fixing anomalies?
"You always find a way."
"And you always find a mistake." You crossed your arms towards him, ready to go toe-to-toe with the man despite the height difference.
Miguel turned his body towards you, a flat expression on his face. "So, there is?"
You knew deep down he didn't mean it, but still, you pulled your mask off and blew a raspberry to his face. "Pfft. You suck."
Miguel chuckled. "Mature."
"Sure am. And you said if I come back around noon, you'll buy me lunch."
"I knew it. You rushed it."
You scoffed, feigning offense, despite your curled lips giving you away. "I did not! It went perfectly smooth no matter how much you bare your fangs at me."
Miguel's brows furrowed at that last part, consciously pursing his lips to hide his teeth, arms on his waist as he towered over you as you just stared back at him, feigning anger.
It wasn't until a few more seconds and a quiet 'you two are corny' from Lyla before Miguel finally broke, a small smile finally making its way to his lips.
"Alright, alright, dulzura. I'll get you your food."
In just a few words, you automatically brightened, basically perking from the mention of free food like nothing else matters.
"I don't know what that means but you had me at food."
Miguel smiled as he nodded... He really wished you never would.
And Jess, who was also there the entire time as someone who came with you and had something they also wanted to report to Miguel, just wished you both could see what everyone else clearly does, because this has gone far enough.
-
"Hey, hey."
"Lyla?" You and Miguel were both shocked to see the AI appear right just as you both sat at the cafeteria.
"The team led by Gwen came back," the AI answered, obviously highly amused. "You two might want to see it."
Lyla glanced at Miguel. "You more thought probably."
Without saying another thing, she disappeared, leaving everyone in the table in suspense, and right on character.
Miles basically jumped up from his seat. "Wait, what? What happened to Gwen? Is she okay?"
Miguel sighed, standing up from his spot on the table. "There's no distress call. I'm sure she's fine."
You stood right up, concerned. "I'll go with you."
"I'm coming too!"
Miguel just shook his head, lightly pushing down on your shoulder to make you sit back down. "No, you finish your food. I know you haven't eaten all day."
"And you," he glanced at Miles. "I don't care."
The boy nodded, already getting out of his seat, obviously now too stimulated by panic to get offended.
You let yourself be sat back down, your own worry still etched to your face as you look back up at the man. "I'll catch up."
Miguel nodded wordlessly, mind already occupied with whatever he would be faced with before he slid his tray over to yours.
"You eat this too."
With that, he left the table with a jumpy Miles bombarding him with questions and concerns that were all left basically ignored.
Back to the table though, Pav couldn't stop himself. "Aw, he even gave you his food! Romance still lives!"
Your concern immediately turned to embarrassment, blush climbing up your neck to your cheeks as you try to not think about what Pav was giggling about. "We're just friends."
"And I believe the government has our interest at heart.” Hobie leaned forward, waving his hand at you. “You ‘ear how that sounds?”
You only gave him a look as he chuckled, hand slowly reaching for the extra tray. "So when are you getting hitched?"
You quickly slapped his hand away from your food. "Shut up, Hobie."
-
"So where is it? I don't see a scene. Are you sure it's a multiversal threat?"
"Worse," Lyla sang, almost laughing, which just made Miguel more suspicious.
"Is it? Then why didn't Jess notify me personally? Didn't you notify her too?"
"And is Gwen okay?!" Miles interrupted, peeking from behind the massive shoulders of the man.
It only took a harsh glare from the side to get him to back off, although barely.
"Isn't it obvious? Because we want to surprise you."
Oh, he can already feel a headache coming in. "Seriously, Lyla. I'm not joking around-"
A small projection appeared in front of him of a familiar character.
"It's a Black Cat anomaly, tada~!!"
The man hummed as the one next to him just stared in utter confusion. Not the standard villain they get but not that rare. "Black Cat? Okay. What powers does she have?"
"Oh, just the normal Black Cat ones."
"Okay," he paused, unsure what he's missing. "So what did she do in the other dimension? Did she stop a canon event?"
"And is Gwen okay?!-"
"Por Dios, Miles!" Miguel snapped, already sick of the one hovering over his shoulder. "Let me do my job. Hm?"
Miles, basically unmoved, still on his toes just looking back at Miguel, ready to shamelessly as another question before his eyes finally found a familiar face behind the man.
"If you call snatching an arc reactor from Tony Stark's armory in Earth-7663 a canon event, then yes."
"Gwen!" Miles basically ran to the spider-woman and gave her a hug, making her laugh.
"Okay, so she didn't stop a canon event," Miguel pieced together, still trying to get to the bottom of the story. "Did you mess it up?"
Gwen snorted, waving him off. "Nope, she was collected and everything ended well."
"Okay? So, why call me?"
The smug smile Gwen had on just gave him more questions. The man just continued walking deeper towards the area where the anomalies are kept, towards the one who was convenient placed on the middle and on their own.
The prisoner's outline could be seen from afar and, even from the back, she was obviously a Black Cat variant, no doubt. Miguel didn't have spider-sense, but he knew something was wrong.
He asked again. "Why?" His feet just pushed him closer towards it as Gwen simply smiled and crossed her arms beside him.
"Because she looks like that."
And with that, the anomaly turned around, their eyes connecting as goosebumps appeared under his suit at the familiar face staring right back at him. Even if he had a mask on, Gwen doesn't think he could’ve hid the absolute shock plastered on his face right now.
And obviously, the anomaly herself was taken back, but for a completely different reason.
"Woah," the woman whistled, craning her head upwards with her hands placed on her hips, confidently staring back at the man. "Now, that's a big boy."
"[Y/N]."
Her eyes widened at the sudden mention of her name before a small smirk appeared on her lips. Miguel probably didn't even notice he said it.
The woman stepped forward, almost to the edge of her makeshift cage, smiled wide and tilted her head up at him, almost exactly as you just did before, giving Miguel strong deja vu. It almost made him step back, looking at her warily, but that just seemed to encourage her more.
"You're the one that runs this whole shittshow, huh?"
The tone you- she used made his face harden. But she already considered him as prey.
"You mind answering a few questions for lil 'ol me, Spidey?"
-
"I don't see the reason why you needed me for this. Just process her like every other anomaly. She's not special."
"Oh come on, Miguel." Gwen shook her head, wanting him to see it as fun as she does.
"You have your own counterparts in countless other universes. You already know how this works."
"I don't, would love to hear it."
"Yeah! But we haven't seen another one of Y/N yet!" Gwen insisted as she focused on Miguel but still obviously psyched. "You gotta admit it's pretty cool to see her like that."
"There's another me?"
Miguel turned his neck towards the one in the cage. "No. Stop interrupting." He looked back at the teen. "She's not [Y/N]."
"We didn't say she is," Gwen started as just Miles shrugged next to her. "Well, if you really think about it. She actually is [Y/N]. Just not your [Y/N], y'know."
His spider-senses acted up which made him automatically hide behind Gwen. "I mean our, our [Y/N]. Sorry, tío."
Miguel just clenched his jaw before taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Just process her return to her own dimension now."
"There's a line, y'know."
"Just do it."
With that, Miguel was already making his way back to the cafeteria, already deciding the situation out of his hands, pushing this stupid occurrence out of his mind because this was obviously going nowhere. Plus, if he's lucky and gets back fast enough, he'd probably still be able meet you on the way. You'd probably insist on sitting next to him for lunch until he's done even though you already finished your food like you've always had-
"I can't."
The man stopped right in his tracks. "Why not?"
Gwen sucked in her lips. "Because the machine says there's still two different dimensions in her person but I don't know what it is?"
And here was today's headache coming in. "Are you kidding me?"
"No! Jess hasn't trained me for stuff like that!... And you don't exactly tell me stuff."
You know what? You were right, this job really was taking years off of his life. It's almost funny how he could feel it happen. "It just means she probably has something from another dimension. Just take it from her."
Before he could even continue walking-
"We've tried that... She scratches."
With brows furrowed even deeper than before, Miguel followed Gwen's gaze back to the anomaly, who then tauntingly waved her own clawed gloves at the two. But the man was undeterred, instead looking exponentially more disappointed by the second.
"And the reason why you haven't done your job is because you're scared of a little scratch?" Miguel cleared, wanting the teenager to hear exactly what she just said to him.
"Don't you have web shooters? Are they just for decoration or what?"
"Wow, does he do that all the time?" The [Y/N] anomaly whistled, watching the entertaining scene unfold.
Miles snorted, also having a front row seat. "Be a prick? Yeah.."
"God, lucky you."
Miles just sent her a very confused glance.
On the other hand, instead of replying, Gwen simply motioned for Miguel to try himself.
With a small sigh, Miguel started making his way back to y- no, her platform.
"Oh, are we done pretending I wasn't here the entire time?"
Miguel was already mentally opting out of this situation. "Just give it. Whatever it is. We'll find it anyway."
The woman looked up, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Only if you shout at me next."
His face was emotionless, sporting his signature resting bitch face, but his mind was going at it. She's not you. She's someone else. She just has the same face. Hold it the fuck together, pendejo. "You're not funny."
"Oh, I wasn't hoping on making you laugh, big boy."
He pursed his lips, she was quick at replying, just like y- She's not you. She's not you. She's not you. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."
"But that's where I'm good at?" She moaned. He flinched.
As hard as he tried, there was one thing a Black Cat was good at, and that was provoking Spider-Man. Plus, it was obvious she had an effect on him and the worst part was that she could see that. This man never stood a chance.
"Lyla! Do a full body scan."
"Can't."
Miguel turned to her. "Why?"
The AI just shrugged. "Something's jamming our scanners."
He can't even believe what he's hearing. "What?"
"The [Y/N]'s right there. I'm sure she won't mind answering your question."
"No, can you just figure out-" "Have fun~" and she was gone. That AI was having too much fun with this. He's really ought to do some reprogramming.
The man sighed, utterly defeated by this whole thing. This Black Cat was increasingly becoming the most troublesome anomaly he's had in weeks.
"Did you engineer something?"
The woman in question only kept twirling her hair around her finger. "No. But I know where a good one lives. Nice guy. Always keeps his windows open."
Yeah, that would explain it. He sighed. Alright, it's better to just do his job and get this over with.
Without any warning, he pressed a button on his watch, and multiple webs reached towards her limbs, effectively rendering her unable to move.
"Hey!"
"Aren't you a gentleman?" The [Y/N] anomaly spat out, but it fell to deaf ears as the digital red walls of the cage went down. Miguel stepped up and manually started a tracker, basically just waving a techy metal detector that can detect different universe codes around the villain.
He was being thorough, but it was obvious how much he was avoiding something. His hands never even touched y- her. God, he has to really mind that difference.
In his thoughts, he unwittingly pressed the button to spin her, letting the web be the one to turn her when it caught her hair.
"Ow! That hurt!"
Miguel immediately stopped on instinct, some of the webs retracting as the familiarity of that voice got to him first.
The woman in front of him huffed, side-eying the man. "Gentle, spidey..."
The man blinked. "...Sorry."
She suppressed her smirk. Now, that's the Spider-Man she knows, apologizing to a thief for going too hard. She knew what to do.
"So, you have your own [Y/N], huh? What she like?"
"Nothing like you," he muttered, going back with his tracker, but noticeably gentler this time.
"Oh? So this is pretty exciting for you then, huh?"
He didn't answer.
"Well, it is for me. I had a little spider in my world too. He's much nicer than you though."
He kept quiet, now slowly fully turning her around from him to inspect the back of her belt.
"But that's okay."
Her claws suddenly elongated, somehow easily slashing Miguel's remaining digital webs as she whipped herself around, grabbing him close and facing the massive man in front of her by the shoulders.
"Who doesn't like a nice change of pace?"
His eyes widened as the kneejerk reaction he was accustomed to didn't kick in fast enough that Black Cat even had time to raise her brow. But he couldn't help it, this was the closest he’s ever gotten to yo-NO
He practically jumped back down from the platform in a second- and oh, look at his face. Aw, he's blushing.
[Y/N], in her absolute delight, couldn't stop the grin on her face. "You're fun."
Miguel didn't even blink before he just turned around, barely even facing Gwen and Miles. "There's nothing on her. Get her out of here."
The anomaly was left there, high and dry. "That's it? Don't I get a say in this?"
"No!" Miguel snapped as he turned back at her. But it was another mistake.
"Woah, are those fangs?"
He quickly covered his mouth, but she already saw. "Oh my, do you use those for fighting? Please tell me not exclusively," she purred, fully enjoying the reaction she's pulling out of the man.
"What's wrong with you?" Miles whispered at the side.
"If you force her back like this, she might get sent back in the dimension we just took her from," Gwen pointed out but Miguel had already began to walk away.
"Just do as I say!"
And with that, he left, leaving the three on their own with not much instructions to go off of.
"Woah. He shouts loud," [Y/N] whispered, staring at the man's back as he go.
Miles nodded, being the receiving end of many of those shouts. "Oh, yeah. He's intense 24/7."
"Really? Fuck, I'll pay to see that again."
Gwen snorted while Miles just squinted his eyes at her. "Seriously. What is wrong with you?"
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"Nope. She's still in there."
Miguel hissed, "they didn't do as I say, figures."
He could only shake his head as he continued walking away, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Of course, he had to be the one to fix everything after all.
"They need to get her back before [Y/N] sees."
"Before I see who?"
Miguel flinched as you appeared right in front of him with no warning, right next to an amused Jess, no doubt just waiting to ridicule him later for being able to sneak up on him again.
"You're done eating..." Miguel tried to calm himself down as he lowered his voice. "Did you-the new, uh- was it good?"
Jess almost wanted to applaud how pathetically fast the man tried to distract you and how awful it went. But then again, this was you they were talking about.
"Yeah, it was great... and then I met Jess on the way because we heard there was a commotion in the- are you good? You look pale."
You reached out your hand towards the man's arm in concern. If anyone could see himself right now, they would think he was normal, as serious as he was all the time, but you knew better.
"What's wrong?"
Even Jess crossed her arms. "You got to tell us, we can't help if you don't talk."
He's basically cornered. "It's nothing, not a big deal."
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"Yeah, it's not a big deal," Jess agreed before taking her phone out and snapping a pic, chuckling to herself. "But it sure is something."
As the pregnant woman continued to take pictures and whisper about how her husband was going to love this. You were left to stare in awe from afar as you watched that particular anomaly inside the meticulous digital cage. She really was just like you. "I've never seen one of... me before."
"Is there a reason why she's still here?"
Now, that was an abrupt question you had no business suddenly thinking of, it caught the man with nothing to say. "It's, uh, complicated."
Miles poked his head from Gwen's side with no prior thinking. "That's because Miguel couldn't-"
A scarlet web blocked the teenager's mouth as Miguel just clenched his jaw, whispering under his teeth, "chico estúpido."
But you already heard it. "You couldn't what?"
The man merely straightened his back, practically pretending nothing happened as he kept his neutral face on. "Nothing. The kid just hasn't eaten anything, he's delusional."
"The Black Cat anomaly just has something from another universe and she wouldn't give it up."
You nodded, finally understanding. There have been some cases just like that, some anomalies wanted to be stubborn to the very end, but it was normally fixed right away. You couldn't help but wonder what was the problem this time.
"Should I?" You asked, offering to help.
You can see that Miguel wanted to say something else, perhaps thinking of a reason to say no, but there's wasn't any. Add to the fact that he could feel the gaze of every other spider-person in the vicinity.
"Might as well," he sighed. "On my signal."
With that, you followed Miguel towards that your variant.
"This would be good," Jess whispered next to Miles and Gwen who both knew that they would be watching something good.
"Ready for round two, big boy?"
You cringed as you stopped a few steps behind Miguel, feeling your spider-senses reach to overdrive just from how eerie it was hearing your own voice come from another person’s mouth.
"Are you really gonna be this stubborn? This is for your own good, you know."
"Oh, you bet."
Miguel frowned deeper as the variant giggled, amused. Just from his reaction, it was obvious that this one might actually be the most troublesome version of Black Cat they've ever had, the fact that she shared your face was becoming a separate thing.
"Careful," the woman sang.
"The last time someone looked at me like that, I accidentally had my suit on backwards after," she purred.
Miguel's jaw hardened as yours practically fell from its hinges. In your eyes, the variant was basically asking for death at this point. On the other hand, Miguel was already done with it. "You're really enjoying this, huh?"
"Could you blame me?"
From this distance, you could see how mad Miguel was starting to get. You didn't want him to be stressed out even more than he already is, especially when the person responsible for it shared the same face as you.
Unbeknownst to you, everyone who had the privilege of watching this entire exchange all had the same thoughts, that if it was anyone else, absolutely anyone else's own anomaly, they'd never even be allowed to get this far, but no one was going to tell you that. Instead, they let you walk up to Miguel yourself.
"Miguel, I'll take it from here."
Once you finally got close enough, the anomaly finally had a good look at the new character and found the same face staring back at her. She couldn't even hide her surprise behind that eye mask she was wearing.
"Woah, now I get why your guy was wriggling so much. We look practically identical."
The serious frown on Miguel’s face fell the moment he was caught off guard. "What? No, I wasn't."
"Oh yes, you were."
You turned over to him. "You were?"
He clenched his jaw at the other version of you, uncharacteristically stiff, more or less avoiding your gaze. "No. I'm calm, virtually unaffected by you."
"Sure, baby."
"I'm not. I've handled hundreds of you."
The other [Y/N] merely tilted her head forward. "Then I'll make sure our time will be memorable."
You thought you had seen everything, but seeing the blush slowly creep up the man's face turned something in your stomach. You've never personally pulled such a reaction from Miguel before, as far as you know at least. Before you knew it, you had already stepped forward.
"I'll handle this. Go."
From your light touch, Miguel wordlessly stepped back, hearing the somewhat serious tone laced in your words. But he kept relatively close, just incase you'd need help.
With that, you were finally alone with your variant. The longer you look at each other, the more the differences started to show. Before it was a mirror, now you were just two different people facing each other.
You started off with a smile.
"Hi. We probably got off on the wrong foot. I know this is confusing but we just want to get you back home. If you don't give up the item you took from another dimension, you might be forced back there again. So why don't we just help each other out?"
You basically offered up a helping hand, but instead, all you received was a judgmental stare down as the anomaly basically sized you up, thoroughly unimpressed.
"Did someone assign you those colors or did you pick them?"
"No? I picked them...? I made it myself?" Now you were just confused, staring down at your red suit that had bright blue colored web designs all over. You knew it was much simpler than a lot of other spider-people’s attire out there, but you really liked how it looked for you. And what did it have to do with anything?
"Seriously? Just red and blue?"
You nodded. "Yeah!... why?"
Now she just looked... disgusted. "Did nobody here love you enough to tell you that's not our color?"
The smile you had on fell from your face. "N-No, I had it before I came here... I liked it, so I just kept it."
"Hmm.." She took a step back inside already cramp platform she was in to let her eyes linger at you for a second more, still analyzing your suit before they inevitably fell to someone behind you with a similar color palette. Oh, now it made sense.
She smirked. "I'm sure you did."
That rubbed you off the wrong way, the excitement of seeing your face on another had already disappeared. You were already over dealing with mean girls back in high school.
"Can't say I didn't try being good cop."
You shot webs towards her hands, tying them together, effectively rendering her claws pointless. You then turned her around before starting a standard pat-down. From the angry hiss you heard, you knew your guest didn't appreciate that.
"Get your hands off of me while I'm playing nice, not even your boss there tried to touch me."
This was your turn to chuckle. "Go ahead, I have a lot of self-hatred I won't mind satisfying right now."
She barked out a laugh. "Ooh. Shall we pick a safeword? Mine will be 'I'll tear your fucking head off'."
You didn't reply, and just continued what you were doing. Somehow, that might've been the correct choice because you heard a quiet huff shortly after. "Fine. Help yourself. I really don't have anything, your scanners are just shit."
You hummed, accepting that response as a makeshift agreement. But the cold shoulder might have worked too well because your anomaly had put her attention to someone else.
"I'm sure this is doing something for you."
You didn't even have to check who she was talking so cheekily to. You knew who seemed like the easiest one to tease.
"This must be answering a lot of fantasies of yours, huh? Two for one special?"
Miguel started coughing as your eyes widened at the remark. You could even heard Lyla laughing in the background.
Hobie joined the laughter, completely ignoring the vibe of the room. "A real professional piss taker, this one."
Miguel turned around, taken back by the sudden crowd that had already formed behind him. "When did you all get here?!"
Hobie just shrugged. "Followed the path of chaos and it brought me 'ere."
Meanwhile, Pav supplied by his side, "Lyla called us."
It was almost impressive how defeated Miguel felt by every passing second. "Of course she did."
"Can you stop that?" You snapped, but it barely did anything to her as all of this just brought the variant's attention back at you.
"So you're the [Y/N] I've been hearing all about, huh? And you're also the spidey from your world?"
After a short while of silence, she hummed. "Not talking? I thought Spider-Man was supposed to be talkative."
"I'm not into fan service."
Oh now, if you were anything the same, even if you were from different universes, she knew that part couldn't be further from the truth. "Oh, really? Not even to that tall glass of water over there?"
Again, you didn't have to check who.
"God, just his existence is pure fan service. Like seriously, is that suit painted on?"
Even you couldn't deny that. "I think that too sometimes."
The woman chuckled, no doubt, her eyes glossing all over the man as if he wasn't standing right there. "So what's the deal between the two of you?"
Your hands flinched from patting down her shoes. "What? Nothing. There's no deal."
"Nothing?" She snorted, even looking down at you for the moment just to raise her brow. "Honey, I've been here ten minutes, nothing is not what's here."
You just shook the thought off, standing up in front of her as you started to pat her sleeves down. "We're just friends. Coworkers, that's all."
Just from the expression she gave you, you knew what it was in her head. The woman can already see through this whole bullshit.
"[Y/N], Look," she emphasize, trying to catch your eyes, sounding the most genuine than she's ever been this entire time.
"I'm sure being sweet is good. But a little spice wouldn't hurt."
You stopped. "What are you talking about?"
"C'mon, you obviously have something for him-" "No, I don't."
The [Y/N] anomaly huffed again, jutting her hips out as you felt like her eyes basically judged your entire life.
"That nice and friendly coworker approach you're doing's not going to get you anywhere," she said almost like it was painfully obvious, like she already knew that that was what you were doing the entire time. You felt seen in what might be the most horrible way.
You were genuine to Miguel. Everything you've shown him was real and not just some approach to get in his good graces, at least that's what you've worked towards. And you thought the kindness he's shown you was a result of that friendship you've formed. Whatever you felt bloom within yourself was a separate thing. You didn't want to ruin what you already had. But obviously, your variant had other plans. “[Y/N].”
"Seriously, the stick exists to poke the bear. Use it."
You snorted out a laugh as her words brought you out of your thoughts, shaking your head. "God, you should talk to Hobie."
Then it hit you. "Wait, no no no. I'm supposed to be taking something from you!" You almost shouted at her who still had an unimpressed look on her face.
You paid her no mind as you began to panic, looking all over at her, completely lost at where else she could've hid whatever she had. "Where the hell did you hide it?!"
Instead of moving away from your panicking hands, all while still webbed up, she squeezed your shoulders, making you look directly at her.
"Be confident it," she spat, serious. "Don't run from it."
You leaned away, somewhat bit offended. "I'm not running."
"Then don't just smile at him." She widened her eyes, the pat-down situation somehow turning into a makeshift intervention on your part. "Look at him like you mean it."
"Mean what?"
She looks like she's ready to skin you. "Do I have to spell it out for you?!"
You opened your mouth, and maybe you two actually do kind of know each other, because she automatically groaned and shook you by the shoulders. Why couldn't you see she was doing you a favor here? How clueless could you be? You really were Spider-Man here.
"For fuck’s sake, make a damn move. Watch the signs. You can’t be that dumb, you'll get it. Just look him in the eyes, okay?" She sighed as you listened to her, her head tilting to look at the man behind you.
"Those angry, angry eyes on that face, on those shoulders- ooh, those shoulders and, ugh, care to tell me what those fangs feel like?"
You pulled away. "Okay. You're done."
What she has been saying before might have had some credit, but she got distracted. To be fair, that was on character for you both.
"Woah, honey. I thought you'd be funny since you're a spider-man here. Did I hit a nerve?"
You gave her an empty stare. "Fine. Leave your number and I'll text you the next time I get to be his blood bag."
Her eyes widened. "He does that?!"
"No!"
By your shout, you instantly felt a large presence behind you. By the automatic smirk on your variant's face, he must've heard your sudden change of tone.
"What? What's wrong?" Miguel asked, looking over it you, forehead furrowed deeply as he checked you for injuries despite the perpetrator still restrained by your webs.
Before you could reply, she beat you to it, leaning over towards the man.
"Nothing. [Y/N] and [Y/N] here were just having a sweet little chat among ourselves, vampy-"
You shot a web towards her mask, harshly removing it from her face that it almost caused her to fall over. "Ass! How dare you!"
Before Miguel could ask why you did that, you turned over the leather eye mask to reveal a lot of wires and technical stuff hidden behind it, and at the corner, there was a small trinket attached.
"It's in her mask."
You took the item from the mask before discarding it to the floor, looking over the trinket that had a different style and you automatically knew finally found it.
"That's a nanobot. From Earth-7663," Miguel muttered in awe before glancing at the infuriated Black Cat. The woman only shrugged. "How'd that get in there?"
Miguel chuckled, pinching the item from your hand. "How'd you know it was behind her mask?"
You smiled as you shrugged as if you didn't want to reveal your secret ways. But if you were being honest, it was either that or an undercarriage check left. So technically, the both of you was lucky.
"I'm sure that billionaire wouldn't have missed the one."
"He won't, but you would." Cause if Miguel was correct, the universe that this [Y/N] came from didn't have this type of technology yet. So if she was able to bring this home to her universe and introduce it herself, that would've been a game changer.
You nodded at Miguel's comment as you inwardly enjoyed the irritated expression on your cheeky variant's face as she was escorted off the container platform by other spideys. "Guess it's not your lucky day, Black Cat."
She scoffed. "I've heard better from my own Spider-Man."
You shrugged, still feeling accomplished. Everyone was a critic.
"Great, now get her out of here," Miguel told as the others nodded, bringing her towards the middle of the travel area for the Go Home Machine.
Pavitr took the eye mask that was discarded earlier and approached the variant with it in hand. "Oh, here's your mask back."
"How sweet. Thanks, spidey," she took the object gratefully with her hands as she smiled at the polite spider-man, lightly touching his chin with a single finger. "You're a real cute thing, aren't you?"
The boy was practically paralyzed. "Uh.... I have a girlfriend!"
"That's enough from you," Miguel called out before realizing what was wrong.
"Hold on a second." He pointed as both of your eyes widened at the scene. "When did you get the webs removed?"
It was a marvel how no one's spider-senses tingled once the villain was out of their restraints. But that was maybe because she wasn't going to attack anyone, but Miguel's instincts said otherwise. But by then, she was already putting back her mask on and activating it.
"No no no! Don't let her do anything!"
"Oh my god, you're naked under there?" She piped out, masked eyes trained directly at Miguel as a wide grin appeared on her face. "You go full on commando under that suit seriously? Not even underwear?"
The silence that followed was deafening, there was no sound other than that giggling of a villain that shared the same voice as yours. Even you were speechless.
"No shame," she teased, holding on to her engineered mask, seeing through what the man was hiding. He shouldn't have trusted holograms so much. "So do I sometimes under this catsuit."
"But try silk next time. Feels the same but with the small comfort of not accidentally flashing your friends." She winked as Miguel tried everything in him not to react. He could feel you staring holes by his side.
"Man, you really full naked under there?" Hobie asked, half amused and half disgusted.
"I'm gonna be sick," Gwen gulped, face turning sour while Miles just confusedly squinted his eyes. "Cats have x-ray vision??"
Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. "[Y/N], get her out of here please."
You side-eyed the man, but he kept his eyes from you. You even tried to sneak a glance at his lower body and he flinched, now angrily looking at you.
You put that in the back of your head. You'd ask more of that later.
"Come on," you offered as you held the variant's arm as she blew a kiss to Miguel. Okay now, it was starting to be funny.
You held her close to you before you swung towards the Go Home Machine's transport platform. "This will put you back in your world. Just sit still and you'd be back before you know it."
Before you could swing out, the variant grabbed your arm, surprisingly bypassing your senses.
"Hey! What are you-"
"Last piece of advice before I go, girly."
You could’ve easily freed yourself from her grip, but you remained. There was something in her eyes that was different, a look you haven't seen in the entire time she was here. She was serious. "Guys like that are only good for the night. The one night he goes home, at least."
"Because everything and everyone matters more than you to him. That mask will always be more important."
She eased her hold on you, but the harshness in her gaze remained. "You'll get tired of just being an option."
"He'll always choose to save the world than be with you. He's great, but don't take it to heart." With that, she finally let go of your hand, a whisper of sadness flashing across her features for a second as she looked directly at you, as if wanting to warn a fellow sister of the dangers ahead.
You were about to reply when a wide smirk reached her lips again.
"So, just hit it and quit it, okay?"
The sudden change of emotion on her face hit you like a whiplash as the woman continued to grin at you. "Have fun and make good choices!!"
Before you can even process that interaction, she already looked beyond your shoulder. "You can beam me back to my world now, handsome! My job here is done!"
Still feeling like something's wrong, the woman sharing your face just winked. Even without asking, you knew you wouldn't get anymore from her.
You landed back behind the controls besides spider-byte, watching as the giant mechanical spider do its work, doing your best not to look at anyone as you did.
Your variant wouldn't have known that, even with a low voice, the entire gang of spider-people could've heard her.
Or maybe she did know and did it on purpose. That seemed like the type of thing she'd do. They could only wonder what her own Spider-Man did to her to warrant such a reaction.
You felt the presence of another come closer behind you. Miguel didn't say a word which just confirmed your thoughts. He heard.
"Bye, spideys~~"
The woman waved with a confident smile as the Go Home mechanical spider webbed her portal together, but the sight of a certain familiar item that was now around her wrist alarmed a certain spider. "Wait..." Pavitr squinted his eyes.
"Are those my bangles!?"
"She's a real riot, that one." Hobie nodded in respect.
"Yeah, she's pretty cool," Miles agreed.
"Won't mind visiting her again," Gwen added.
"She's got my web bangles!!!"
"Heh, wicked."
"I respect her hustle."
"I really like her."
The poor boy was already panicking, jumping up and down at the place as he could only hopelessly watch as his gold bangles get transported. "Not me! Those are from my auntie! Jess! Miguel! Something! Do something!"
With a quick bright light, the woman disappeared from the platform, back in the safety of her own world. Now that the show was over, everyone started to go back to their own stations, and so were the two of you.
"Well, that's the end of that."
Miguel glanced right back at you, trying to make small talk, but instead he saw how occupied you were. He understood.
"I know it's weird to meet another version of yourself," he started, earning your attention. "But I promise you you'll get used to it-
"So do you really have nothing on?"
The man felt a full body cringe. "What?! No! Dios, no! [Y/N]!"
His neck snapped back towards you, fangs in full display, face hardening when he saw how entertained you look. He took in a deep breath.
"I have something. F-For that part, of course, why would you even- fuck. I'm never going to forget this, am I? I have underwear on, okay?" He stated, but you only laughed, a happy smile on your face as if nothing happened. "Oh, okay."
"Seriously."
"I trust you." You nodded again, simply smiling at his irritation as he huffed, knowing full well you'd probably store this in your head to use someday to tease h-
"Do you think I should change my suit?"
His attention snapped back towards you, seeing you face him with a smaller smile on your face as you explained, pinching your suit between your fingers. "My variant said red and blue wasn't my color."
Miguel blinked, eyes slightly widened, a bit confused. "What? No no no. It's great. You look great. You're..."
You both stopped walking, eyes connected as Miguel's brain continued to tune out from the conversation. "You’re just... perfect."
The man blinked as he continued to stare back at you, brain seemingly empty of any thoughts, like he wanted to say more but couldn't come up with anything. His eyes seemed softer than they have ever been before but the thing was that they have always been like that. He had always looked at you like tha- oh.
Your own expression slowly dulled as the realization set in your head. Oh my God, this really is happening. He likes you too.
Before you could erupt to a full-blown freakout, the man cleared his throat. "No need to change. Plus we have the same colors. If you change, I'll probably have to...too."
"Since you know- we have the same- uh. No- just-"
"I get it." You nodded, trying not to show how warm your face was starting to feel. The idea of him actually liking you back was like butterflies in your tummy. You could only bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning too much.
"Thank you, Miguel."
If that small freakout of his wasn't clear and heart attack-inducing enough for you, he quieted down, causing you to follow, still looking up at the man in confusion. But it didn't last long.
"What she said wasn't true, [Y/N]. You matter to me, more than you know. Please believe that."
You wished you had your mask on, because you knew that your thoughts were leaking out to your face. But even that wasn't enough to bother you anymore.
A hopeful smile made its way to your lips and the thought thoroughly settled in you. Oh wow, he really does like you too. "I know. Me too."
He smiled back softly, relieved to have finally told you, before he fixed his face, pursing his lips as he nodded. "Great- just wanted to clear that out. We should probably go back to work now-
His stomach growled, particularly loud. You bit the inside of your cheek not to laugh. "Hungry?"
He faced you. "Do you wanna go eat?" His face dropped. "Oh, right you just-and I gave you my-"
"I could eat."
He turned back to you, surprised, but so were you of the words that just jumped out your mouth.
"Really?"
You blinked, sucking your lips in as you stepped forward, unsure exactly where this spurt of confidence was coming from, but you were already at this point, might as well commit. Plus, like she said, just a little spice.
"There's this restaurant Peter said he and MJ goes to every month. Apparently it's really, really good. Said the food there is half the reason their relationship got so good."
You took another step forward, craning your head to look up at the man, willing yourself not to break his gaze as you held your breath. Look at him like you mean it.
"I'm sure it wouldn't be a big problem if we just spent an hour or two there, right?"
Another version of you might have the an idea of how this would go but you have a different everything than hers. She didn't know Miguel and you did. And you'll make your own choices, starting with this one.
"Right? Miguel?"
The frown once imbedded deep in his forehead was now long gone as he looked at you in pure surprise. He thought about this many times before. How to ask you, where to ask you, and even went as far to ask why. He had wondered for days end what you were gonna say back when he finally asks, but he had never readied himself for what to say if you're the one to do it.
He took his time to the point that you could almost see the gears turning in his head, eyes glossing over. You almost wondered if he was monologuing in his head.
You just lifted your brows, wordlessly asking one more time before you start freaking out and taking it back when-
"...I'm sure the multiverse can handle one night."
A wide smile reached your lips as your remaining brain cells did everything to stop your inner voice from going 'SUCCESS HOLY SHIT'. It actually fucking happened.
You nodded, immensely satisfied. "So change then meet back here in 20? That good?"
Miguel could only stare, lightly nodding. "Yeah, that's great. 20 secon- minutes. Yeah, perfect."
"Great! See you, Miguel!"
And with one last smile, you gave the man one last happy wave before you touched the multiverse watch on your wrist for your own universe and backflipped to the portal behind you, ready to raid your closet for anything of substance for your first date.
"I think I just witnessed a miracle," Gwen gasped, still watching in disbelief.
"Pretty sure that was a canon event right there," Hobie chuckled.
"Wait, they weren't already dating?" Miles wondered.
"MY BANGLE WEB-SLINGERS!"
"Hey!" Jess shouted, basically waking Miguel out of his trance as she basically appeared right in front of him.
But even with that, he still seemed to be in a state of disbelief. The magnitude of the situation haven't really set in his head yet. "Did that... really just happen?"
Jess let out a small laugh. "It did. Now are you just gonna stand there like a dead fish?"
Miguel blinked, looking at her like a lost child when she just tsked. "You only got 20 minutes, idiot. Go change!"
Lyla suddenly appeared on top of Jess's shoulder, grinning like the devil before showing a small clock in front of his face.
"Actually, he's got 18 and half left."
He wasn't particularly proud of dead sprint he did to get to his room in record time, but you didn't need to know that. He didn't even have any proper clothes to use, he'd probably have to swing by the nearest shop to find anything passable. But the one thing he is sure of is that he can't wait to meet you again. Time couldn’t go any faster.
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"Peter, relax. It's our night."
"I know, I know, MJ, and I'm sorry I'm really trying-"
"It might not even be them. If it were, they'd probably come up here and tell you why they're here."
Peter almost pounced at her. "Right! That's what they'll do! Especially Miguel since he's a stickler for these things. But they haven't! So that means it probably isn't them- BUT I KNOW IT'S THEM CAUSE WHO ELSE CAN IT BE. I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHY THEY'RE HERE."
He bit his fist, knee bouncing in anxiety. "I mean, is it an anomaly? Is there something that's gonna happen here? But why isn't my senses working??... Unless is it me personally? Oh my god, you're probably in danger- MJ, you should go-"
"Sigh. Peter."
Meanwhile on another table...
"When you said Peter comes to this restaurant... I didn't think you meant right now."
"I didn't know he'd be here!"
Miguel raised a brow, fixing the sleeve of his brand new dress shirt up to his forearm. "Why'd you think he wasn't in the headquarters?"
"Mayday? Mission? Absolutely anything? I don't know?" You shrugged, thinking you had just ruined everything. You knew you shouldn't have jumped it.
"Do you regret going with me?"
His brow furrowed as he took a sip from his glass. He looked a bit offended you'd even ask that before, well, you could swear you saw his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Are you kidding? Cariño, you got us free entertainment. Watch."
He lifted his glass above his shoulder and tapped it slowly twice on the rim before placing it back on the table.
Before you could ask what that was for, he raised a finger to wait and-
"WHAT," a loud voice boomed in the restaurant. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him. "I know it's you Miguel! I can see [Y/N] right here! What are you two doing here?! AND WHAT DID THAT MEAN?!"
"Oh my god." you covered your mouth, eyes wide at Miguel who just had an amused smug smirk on his face. "Yeah."
"-SERIOUSLY! WHY! JUST TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING! GOD, I'M GOING CRAZY HERE!"
"Peter! Sit down! He was just asking for water!"
The realization finally hit as the giggles started to erupt from deep within you with Miguel following your laughs shortly after. Oh, this would be best date ever.
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A/N: someone tell me if theyre interested in giving our cheeky little black cat [Y/N] a Miguel of their own (there is no canon here) tell me what you think!!! (also if anyone was wondering Earth-7663 was just there because it was a word count i had somewhere) thanks for reading!!!!
Hey, @mywinterbuckybear . Here's a lil something I drew inspired by Captain's Vigilante! Not the best, but I just couldn't help it. I covered the girl's face because of a little malfunction. Overall, I loved the book! Cried a million times. Will be looking forward to future books you publish. Lots of love,
OH MY GOODNESS OH MY LOVE ITS SO SO BEAUTIFUL ITS AMAZING IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE IT I WASNT ABLE TO BE ONLINE FOR A WHILE BUT IM SO HAPPY I DID THIS IS ✨ MAGNIFICENT ✨ ITS SO BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU SO MUCH💖💖💖💖 IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED MY BOOK ENOUGH TO GIVE ME THIS!!!! THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!
Warnings: uninformed reaction to DID ([y/n] tried her best here), Marc subconsciously getting jealous of Jake’s relationship, kinda toxic relationship mindset, [again not accurate depiction of DID]
Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!reader; Marc Spector x fem!reader; Future Steven Grant x fem!reader
Summary: The boys are still losing time. They’re not really sure if it’s because they’re just adapting to living without healing mojo, or if something else is a foot. And, as predicted, there is, there always is. Although… the girl is a surprise.
A/N: Marc learns unconditional love doesn’t come pretty~💓 💓 💓 Enjoy!!
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"Just calm down!"
"What do you mean by we?!"
Marc was forced back several steps as you continued to haphazardly point the gun towards him, your shaking finger disturbingly inching way too close on the trigger.
"[Y/N]. C'mon. You'll hurt yourself."
"Talk." You gritted your teeth, and Marc just nodded, his hands still raised to the sky. "I will. Just put that down. I'll tell you everything."
You were shaking from the weight of the gun, and no doubt that recoil did a number on you. You obviously knew what you were doing, but actually experiencing it was a different subject.
Your eyes never left him, gaze still hard and skeptical. "You better."
"I will," the man repeated, trying to sound more genuine than he's ever been in his whole life.
Unfortunately, it barely made a dent on you. Your gaze were still on his, hostile turned to doubtful. It seemed like you wanted to believe him, but something was stopping you, probably your instincts, and he couldn't blame you for that. Hell, you were still shaking. And carrying a gun like that for any longer wasn't going to help you.
"Are you really not going to put that down?"
"Would you?"
Well, you had a point.
Marc just nodded and kept his hands up. "Fine, keep it. But it's better we leave for somewhere more private. We can't be saying these things out in the open like this."
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Didn't you already?"
Now, he had a point, that's just fact. You probably had already pieced together that he was the one you brought home too. But from the face you made that obviously wasn't the best thing to say right now. "Yeah, no kidding, mate." Steven needed to shut up.
"Just, please," Marc went on. "If you wanna know, you gotta believe me. That's the only way."
There was silence between you two. But he could see you soften, even just for a little, and surely not by pity. But with that, you finally agreed to go somewhere else.
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You must've really been trained by Jake to a certain point. Because you knew to keep your distance and to make the suspicious person walk in front of you.
You both decided on a wide empty space and settled for a park. It was getting deeper into the night so it wasn't hard to find one secluded enough. He accepted sitting on a separate bench to give you your distance as you sat on the next one over.
It was quiet but both of you could feel the tension in the air, especially since you still had your gun pointed towards him. But it wasn't until Marc cleared his throat when it all slowly stopped mattering.
Because once he started, you felt yourself slowly inch towards him in curiosity and in horror. He filled you in on the things you should know, generally who he was and why he was there. It wasn't long before you were already sitting on the same bench, hanging off of his every word.
Marc even pulled his ID out and handed it to you. And just from the look on your face and the hesitation you showed as you carefully took that piece of plastic from his hold, Marc knew Jake has never given you anything. Oh, if he didn't feel bad enough for you before...
"Are you okay?"
You had your head in your hands before you raised your eyes up, blankly staring to an abyss in front of you. "Yeah, yeah, I am. Just... this is going on pretty fast."
"I know. I'm sorry..." Marc said quietly as he nodded, just silently looking over at you who seemed as if you were internally shattering.
Marc didn't know what to do. He came to you to know more, he wasn't prepared for it to happen the other way around. From the looks of it, it looks like he just shattered your entire worldview, and he didn't know what to do now other than-
"...Is there anything more you want to know?"
"So, Jake... he's just your..." You stopped your tongue. "No, that's- that's not what I mean. I-" you buried your face back in your hands. You obviously didn't even know what to call him anymore, but you also didn't want to say anything you'd regret. Too many things were happening in your head.
"I don't know what..." you whispered under your breath, so so defeated, that even Marc wondered if it was the right decision that he told you or not.
"I honestly went here thinking you knew." It just slipped out his mouth, like it was the only thing he could offer, because it was.
"You were one of the only clues he's ever left."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" You snapped, obviously brought to a brink.
Marc, he couldn't answer that question. It wasn't his place. No one probably ever wanted to know that they were someone's best kept secret. So, he just kept quiet, letting you take it all in.
"So, what now?"
You raised your head, eyes tearing up under the soft hue of the streetlights as you laced your fingers tight together. "So, everything? Everything was a lie?"
Before even a tear could fall, you fixed your posture, wiping it all away, suddenly aware of the quiet man next to you. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I know none of it is your fault. I just- oh my god."
Marc could only look at you.
"Do you need a minute? I can go get some water if y-"
"No, no, I need to hear this."
You sniffed, turning your head towards him with a silent plea. "Will you tell me more? About you?...please? I need to know more."
This wasn't in any of his plans, but he found himself going down memory lane at your request. You were desperate, he could hear that from your tone. But Marc could only offer so much. A quick rundown of his childhood, his past work, while taking care to omit a few- a lot- of details. You were already distressed, he doesn't think you'd need to know more than you can handle.
"And yeah... if you want to meet Steven, he's just here and- [Y/N]... Are you okay?"
Marc had to stop and gently grasp your arm, in case you suddenly fall over. He had just started going through the lighthearted subjects, but here you were. You just had positively paled.
"I'm- I'm a mistress?"
Marc blinked at those words. He's pretty sure he has already finished the story about Layla three minutes ago.
"I don't think that's how it works... But if it means anything, I'm divorced now."
"I see..." you shakily trailed, your expression remaining heavily troubled. "So... there was a point I was legally a mistress."
Again, he's not sure about legally, but from the time you supplied, there was some overlap...
"I guess so."
And just like that, you looked like the entire world just collapsed on you. "Oh.... oh. Oh god. Oh, shit. Oh, my fuck. He said- that was literally the one thing I- oh my. Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot him," you muttered into your hands.
"I hope she doesn't." And that was the only thing Steven had said in the entire conversation that Marc agreed with.
You suddenly raised your head, as if remembering one key information. "But no kids, right? Please tell me no kids."
"I can't be that girl. God, please no."
Marc found his lips curling at your priorities. "You're good."
At that answer, some relief finally made its way into your eyes. "Oh, thank fuck. Ah, fuck. Thank you Marc."
There was some silence after than as you continued to stare forward, probably still trying to take it all in. Marc felt awkward, he felt like he needed to do something more.
"Do you want to know anything else? If you want I can bring you more? I have more papers lying around, if you want to check-"
"No... no, it's okay... I believe you."
He wanted to ask why you'd believe so easily. But from the short time you both spent together, that just seemed to be you.
"Should be my turn now, right?"
His head snapped back towards you. "You don't have to."
Even he was surprised by the words coming out of his mouth. It was like he was going back on everything he was supposed to do... And he was sticking with it. "I know this is a lot. You don't have to force yourself- I mean, there's always next t-"
"No, no," you insisted, "you said it yourself, you wanted to know. You came to me to know..."
You straightened your back, wiping away any mess from your face as you've cleared your throat. "I may not have all the answers. But I'll tell you what I know. It's only fair."
Marc was about to insist again when you turned over to him with a weak but gentle smile. "Plus, I'm not sure how much more I can handle. This should be good for me too."
Ah, now he gets it. You wanted to get it off your shoulders too.
"Where to start..." you hummed to yourself, looking up at the barren sky as if it had the answers. The only solace Marc could offer you was to wait until you were ready. "Jake..."
"Jake is... He's a mystery..."
He knew that.
"He doesn't say much of anything. Keeps to himself."
That too.
"And he's saved my life. Multiple times."
Now, that's a surprise.
"We mostly meet at random, and at night. I'm a bit of a night owl as you can see."
"I have a day job but I have some control over my hours. They don't need me in the office everyday, but I have to show up in important meetings with VIP clients whenever wherever they want. It was a bit of a hassle at first but the benefits were good so- that's not what you probably want to hear." You suddenly stopped your train of thought once you realize how derailed it has been. You were just so used to talking blindly for hours for absolutely no reason with a certain someone, that even in such a serious situation, it was a bit hard to stay on track. In your defense, Marc hadn't even notice, honestly paying attention to your story.
"Can you just ask questions?" You offered, still a bit embarrassed, "I don't know really where to start?"
Marc thought about it for a moment before saying the first thing that came to mind. "How did it first happen?"
You let out a laugh as the memory flowed through you.
"Being out at night has its perks, but way too many drawbacks."
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"Th-Thank you. You saved me." Nodding aimlessly, the man helped you to your feet, more or less not really paying attention to you.
He examined you all around, perhaps to make sure everything was alright with you. All the while, you were shaking where you stood, staring at a grumpy man, who was currently wearing the blood of your attackers on his face. With the adrenaline still pumping hard through your veins and the ringing still pounding in your ears, you tried to focus on the only thing that seemed calming compared to everything at the moment, and that was the eyes of your savior.
Before you knew it, you had already blurted out a question. "What's your name?"
Without even answering or sparing you another glance, the man started to walked away.
"Sir?" You called back, louder this time. And it seemed to work.
The man sighed, not even bothering to turn around. "Is this really necessary?"
From his tone alone, you could guess that he didn't want to be bothered, no did he want to talk much further. You could respect that. It was the least you could do after all. "I guess it's better I don't know."
"Thank you again, so so much." You bent down a little, offering a little bow of gratitude, leaning over enough to see your shoes as to give your savior some time to leave. You weren't well-versed in being saved like this, but even you could understand if he didn't want to troubled further.
With that, he huffed and continued to walk a few more strides forward, before you heard him click his tongue against the cold silence that it just made you flinch.
"Are you going to stay?"
You raised your head. "Goodness, no."
With that, the man nodded and started to walk away from the scene.
As your savior started to leave, you were left to see the carnage left behind. You could only grip the handle of your bag tighter as you both started to leave in the same direction. You didn't even see anything wrong with it, until the man in front of you just stopped.
"Oh, it's just- I think this is my way too, I'm sorry. I'll just let you-"
The man held in another sigh, before he stepped back and raised his hand forward, motioning for you to go first. Truth be told it was probably to calm you down and get you off his hair faster.
Just as you passed him, you stopped and turned. You were finally able to get a good look of his face. Exactly what he was probably trying to avoid.
Ah, fuck. What a stubborn one this was. Well, it was unfortunate. He was reallly planning on letting her g-
You then reached into your bag and pulled out a light colored handkerchief with delicate embroidery, handing it to right to his face.
"Here. It's better if you wipe that off. You'll stick out like a sore thumb with all of that on."
Probably a bit taken back by the sudden action, the man showed no response to the gesture, only continuing to glare at your direction, but you kept at it, unfazed by the sight of him.
"Really, please take it. As a thank you..."
The man only blankly stared at you.
"Just- here." When he failed to take the cloth from your hand, you had just took it upon yourself to wipe the mess away from his cheeks, taking care to be gentle as you tried to erase the evidence from his skin. You were about to turn his head to the side, when he stopped your wrist.
"Well, aren't you bold?"
He took the handkerchief from your hand before fully letting go of your wrist and doing the rest of the wiping. All the while, his piercing gaze never left you. "I take it you're not used to being indebted, are you, hermosa?"
The words that came out of his mouth were playful and teasing, but the aura that he was giving off was enough to make anybody run for the hills. But you stayed, despite the persisting fear he can see in your eyes, you still returned his gaze.
"Just... want to return goodwill with more in kind... that's all."
Th man almost laughed. Goodwill? This was just too funny. Does this woman not understand that there are 3 dead bodies currently behind them? As if it was all easily forgotten? Maybe he shouldn't have judged you so quickly.
"You might regret this, cariño. You don't know my kind of goodwill."
That sounded like a threat, and it probably was. But all you did was shrug. "Well, so far it's gotten me alive. So I'll take my chances."
Understandably, he was taken back by such a careless answer. But instead of pointing it out, he smirked. Oh, you were truly something. He wasn't sure what... but you were something. "That's dangerous."
You shrugged again and with that, you left the place in a hurry, without even asking your mysterious savior's name, or without asking for your handkerchief back. You could still feel his glare at your back as you essentially ran away, ready to leave the events of that night all behind you. Little did you know that that won't be your last meeting with that man.
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"And after that, I met him again after about two weeks, I was taking a shortcut down this alley, I go there a lot in the morning, so I thought midnight shouldn't be that much different... I was wrong."
Marc hummed. He could see how that went down.
"Then in about a month, I got included in a drug ring, no, not in it per se. I was just passing by to personally drop off papers for the company client, but I got lost and used their back door and, well, yeah..."
Marc gave you a look.
"What? I didn't know it was a front! I was just trying to do my job!"
"Uh huh." Okay, now, he was sensing a pattern.
"So, my company gave me a week off to recuperate- paid mind you- so I took it upon myself to just go on a vacation. You know, life is short, shit just happens, so I'll go this cheap vacation cruise from a flier I found on the streets and just go with whatever life throws at me!"
He could already feel it.
"Yeah, and what was the catch this time?"
Your shoulders shrank back down at his tone. "Turns out it was some kind of human trafficking ring."
Marc couldn't stop the pure laughter erupting out of his chest.
"Oh, c'mon!" You slapped his shoulder as he hunched over, continuing to laugh so freely at your past decisions, forcing you to relive the embarrassment all over again.
You just crossed your arms, slumped down to your seat and waited for Marc to be done. Seriously. You've already had enough of this from Jake.
"So let me get this straight..." he sighed out, still out of breath and holding his stomach with a stupid grin on his face as you turned your head back at him.
"Basically... you're a danger magnet?"
"...I guess you can call it that." As much as you hated to admit it, you knew you didn't exactly have the best track record. Plus, that was much kinder than how Jake put it before. You didn't even have to understand Spanish to know that he was calling you the biggest idiot in the galaxy.
"Somehow, though, he always ends up where I'm in trouble. And not once have I called for him. But he was there, always..." you explained, your tone getting softer as you remember what happened after Jake scolded you.
That man was scary when he was angry. But you knew how soft and how caring he was when you needed him to be. Jake was like that.
"He was like my knight in shining armor, but with a cabbie hat, a short temper and a potty mouth to match," you chuckled, a gentle smile making its way back to your lips.
"Oh! At a certain point, he actually asked whether I was just getting in trouble to meet him." You turned back towards him, forehead deeply furrowed. "Which was so not true! It's not like I was looking into alleys just to get mugged and be saved!"
Marc snorted at that, causing you to lean back at his reaction.
"You don't believe me...."
He merely titled his head to the side, and offered a strained smile which caused you to automatically scoff. Marc raised his hands in surrender, but the wide grin on his face gave him away.
"No, no, I do. It's just- you're not making a strong case," he reasoned wholeheartedly that you couldn't even refute it.
"I guess. But it's true."
You took a deep breath, shoulders relaxing, eyes grazing over your fingers as you remember what happened next like it was yesterday.
"So, after a while, I asked him to come for me once, just once. So then we can finally meet at a time when I'm not in danger. I just gave him a place and told him he can pick the time, any time," you chuckled as you smiled, shaking your head.
"I was just teasing. I didn't think he'd show up."
At this point, even without you saying anymore, Marc can already guess what happened next.
"But he did, shocker, right? So I asked him to come again, and again, and again. And every single time I expected it to be the last, it wasn't. He always came back until I realized I didn't need to ask him to come anymore. Because he'd do so anyway. Sometimes it'd be days, weeks, months at a time."
The lovely grin on your face slowly softened down to a smile but that shine you had in your eye when you talk about him never left as you glanced back at Marc.
"But he'd still come back, with no explanation, no future plans. He had nothing, but my name on his lips."
"Doesn't that sound dangerous to you?"
Those were probably not the words someone who was reminiscing the start of their love story would want to hear from a third person. But it was already out of his mouth, and Marc can't say that he regrets it. But it was like nothing to you.
"Oh, sure, yeah. He wasn't really gentle when he was saving me before. He only softened up after sometime- don't tell him that," you continued to rant, back to your bantering as if you were talking about just anything.
"So, yeah, I had a rough idea what he could be doing."
Marc couldn't believe his ears. "And that did nothing?"
You just stared at him blankly, like he was the one asking stupid questions. "Marc, I've seen him shoot at a guy's head point blank."
"But to be fair, Jake always asks me to look away, I just don't react as fast-"
Now, Marc was the one who was flabbergasted as he just tried to stop you.
"And, wait, you're not even-?!" He didn't even know the right word to call it anymore. Scared? Worried? Alarmed at least!?
"Oh, well, that's-" you paused for a good moment. Marc could see that you were actually thinking about it, but as you turn your attention back to him, all hope just faded.
"Fuck. I don't know, Marc," you laughed, trying your best to cover your amusement with your hands as the absurdity of the situation suddenly became funny to you.
"Honestly? This? I'm not even sure how deterred I am."
Marc was left to stare at you, for probably nth time he has done so in the entire conversation, being an odd mix of amazed, confused and terrified. Just when he was starting to understand...
You saw that expression on his face and straightened up the best you could. But you couldn't trick the man, and you promised you wouldn't. So you just chose to be honest. "Look, I'm not saying you're lying, Marc. I believe everything you've told me."
You snorted, eyes turning glassy, just opening your hands at a loss of better words to put it. "But right now, I'm still somewhat waiting for him to show up behind us, call you his asshole twin and tell me to forget about everything. Because this is all just so fucking-" your voice cracked.
You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to force yourself to take deep breaths and remain calm, but your tears already betrayed you. "I don't know..."
Marc leaned over, cautiously patting your back as if it was his first instincts to console you. He knew he had talent for always poking where it hurts, so he should've stopped talking. He didn't know what else to say now but- "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to keep doing that," you snapped just as fast.
You sniffed, clumsily wiping your tears away as you continued, "you shouldn't apologize for being helpless. It doesn't seem like any of this was your fault."
Your tears wouldn't stop. You didn't deserve this.
"It just feels right," he offered right back without even thinking about it, something he seemed to do often with you. But you just shook your head.
"Well, not to me."
There was a long moment of silence after your words. Marc kept quiet, only observing as you slowly picked yourself up right in front of his eyes. He obviously hit a nerve.
"But, how'd you know?"
You sniffed again. "Know what?"
"That it wasn't me?" Marc tilted his head lower to meet your gaze, offering the gentlest expression he could muster.
"What set you off? Got you pulling hot iron on me?"
Truthfully, he picked that topic to calm you down, to distract you. But he actually wanted to know. Especially since you trusted Jake so much, he wanted to know what was breaking point that made you point the trigger to the man you loved so much. Because even if he acted different, he still had the same face. He wanted to know what was the limit.
But instead of laughing at his little quip, it seemed like you took it more seriously than he planned.
"I'm sure you were doing your best but you were more different than you think. Even with the same face, it's like an entirely different person."
"Again, if you said you were his twin brother who just wanted to fuck with me, I'd believe you." You leaned over to him, arms crossed, playfully squinting your eyes at him as if they weren't still red from crying. He'd gladly ignore that detail.
"So, you knew from the start?"
You pulled back, smug. "Not really, not even when you were whispering to yourself a lot back at my place."
He furrowed his brows.
"Jake's a man of few words, and keeps quiet most of the time. It's not really something he does."
"Why didn't you say anything?" You shrugged again, pursing your lips together.
"'Cause there were times he was off too. I had no reason to jump that gun, nor did I want to. I had to make sure. Because if everything was just in my head, and he was really going through something,"
You shook your head lightly, remembering all the times Jake melted into your arms without ever saying a single word. "...Didn't want to make him feel worse."
"He doesn't say. But I somewhat know that he doesn't come to me when he feels right. There's always something. So I try my best, to just make him feel a little bit better than when he started..."
Marc could see the subtle soft shine in your eyes. Now that detail, he couldn't ignore it. That lucky bastard. "You do seem to have that effect."
You smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you, Marc."
With that short conversation, the surroundings felt much lighter, less drearier. Maybe it was due to the fact that both of you had already shared so much in the short time you spent in that small park bench. But undoubtedly, there were still more to give, and this time, you asked him.
"Is there anymore you want to ask?"
So much. So much more. Those pictures. The exact time it started, and every single one after it. Where. And how far did you go. And why did you stay with a man like that. And why did he feel like you still would?
"No. That's plenty. Thank you."
But he's not monster. Everything else could wait.
"Hmm."
"What?"
You shook your head as you chuckled, looking amused as you stretched a bit. "Nothing just- So, that's what's the same between you two."
He raised a brow at you, to which you just gave him the same grin you had on, the same one that makes him feel as if you could see right through him.
"You both lie to make me feel better."
You chuckled. "...But you don't have to."
Despite your whole attention on him, he somewhat knew you weren't waiting for his reply. Unfortunately, he also felt like you were staring right through him, so much that he felt like you knew much more than you let on.
You obviously had a good head on your shoulders. You were smart, accomplished and capable enough. But you were still going this far, for a man who was barely there, literally. His jaw clenched at the thought, somewhat annoyed by that idea. Love really does blind.
"Ugh."
"What?" You pulled him from his own thoughts only to just shrug it off.
"It's nothing."
"Didn't sound like nothing."
You barked out a laugh at that response of his, more relaxed of the stranger sitting right next to you. You leaned over to him, now much closer than before, but the man made no effort to move away, instead furrowing his brows on your actions. But you just looked up at him with clear eyes.
"You just... You don't look at me the same way he does."
With that, you pulled away, still with a clear expression, but with an unmistakable touch of disappointment that irked him. Weren't you the one that said we were different in the first place?
"Even if something's wrong, whatever it is, Jake's eyes doesn't just change," you explained further as if you wanted him to understand.
"They may seem sadder, madder, scarier, or softer. But never blank, never confused."
"He never questioned my love.... And I never questioned his," you whispered just under your breath, as your gaze fell to your hands on your lap as if you just realize it as the answer to the question you've been asking yourself all this time.
"So, that's how I knew you weren't him....And what's probably got me into this mess."
"I'm sorry."
You gave him another look, trying to look somewhat intimating despite the glossiness you could feel in your eyes. But he only returned it with one filled with pity. You almost sighed, I guess you can't change that today.
"You shouldn't be. From what I'm getting, both of you have wrongs. Me included."
"No, but you shouldn't have never been incl-"
"It's okay." You stopped him right there. "It probably wasn't good for you too. Having to go through this. I imagine it's not the best..."
You suddenly turned back to him, now with a much more determined expression plastered on your face.
"So if you need anything, Marc, seriously, you already know my address, you know where I am and how to find me, okay?" you insisted, lightly shocking the man on how quick you can change your energy from somber to supportive. He snickered. So, this is what his alter likes.
"I'll keep that in mind..." He most likely won't, but it's easier this way, you didn't seem like the type that would take no for an answer.
"Oh! ...and, uh, also sorry for the..." you trailed as you gestured to your own lips. His head perked at that one, remembering the stupid decisions he made earlier that night.
"I feel like I'm the one who should apologize for that." He was the one who pretended to be your boyfriend after all.
You merely shrugged it off. "Let's call it a team effort."
... And as if just on time, over the horizon, a bright light was peeking out. The sun was finally rising. You had both used the entire night to the fullest, probably not in the best way though, in your opinion.
"And that's my cue..."
At your words, Marc stood up with you, and just as he did, the cluttering sound of a once forgotten item let itself be known. "Oh, you almost forget."
"Oh, right, thanks."
Marc nodded as he handed you back your gun, watching as you put it back into your purse. "Don't mention it. I didn't know you can even hide a pistol in that small bag."
You snickered. "That's the point. It was an anniversary gift. I also thought it was too much. But Jake insisted."
"For the right reasons. I mean, you got to use it, didn't you?"
You hummed, remembering how you almost made Marc dance a few hours ago by shooting at his feet. "I guess, I did."
"And to think, I told him many times I would never need it." You took the gun out again, somewhat thankful of the weight it loss after being used.
"But somehow I just seem always to attract danger. I thought it was just my bad luck. Jake said it was probably closer to a curse." All that, but you still couldn't help but smile as you remember the scene of that anxious man carefully teach you how to handle the weapon, sounding as if he wanted to cover everything and anything imaginable while wishing he never had to. Jake cared so much, he always did.
"But I always got out of it. Because somehow, Jake always found me."
And how did that end up for you. Marc doesn't even know where that thought came from.
"Marc, before I go..." you called, making him raise his head.
"Yeah? Final question?"
You put you gun back in your purse, before walking back towards him, lips pursed as if you were about to say something you shouldn't. Marc wasn't even ready.
"He's good, Marc. He's saved me more times than I probably even know. I know it's not my place to say, you have the right to be mad, cause fuck knows how mad I am at him right now... but be kind to him, please?"
Marc blinked, the sudden favor pulling him out of the good mood he once had. All of this, and you were still protecting the guy.
It was as if you could read his mind. "I get that I don't know the whole picture... and I probably never will, but unbelievable as it may be, he means well. Just trust me, I know him... More than anyone else at least."
You lightly touched his shoulder, a touch he didn't flinch away from, desperately looking up at him like he was your last chance. "Please, Marc?"
Now, what could he say to that? Other than absolutely fucking not-
"...okay."
The completely opposite of what he wanted to say escaped instead. But watching that bright smile slowly form on your lips, with the soft light of the sunrise behind you as your hold on him softened was a sight, Marc knew he couldn't take it back anymore.
"Thanks. For everything," Marc whispered lowly, looking down at you through his lashes. He didn't know what got over him, but those were the words the came out.
"I really didn't do much," you admitted, knowing you didn't give enough as you could've. "If anything, I may have made this all much more difficult for you."
"No. No. You gave me exactly what I needed. Thank you."
You nodded, lowering your head, trying to hide the heat slowly making its way up your neck. He really should stop using that voice on you.
You took that as the right time to finally step away from the man, walking backwards as you nodded towards him. "If you need me, well, you know where to find me. Just this time... try to introduce yourself properly, deal?"
Marc chuckled as he nodded, watching you go. "Deal."
"Lovely... and you have to introduce me to Steven!" You shouted, continuing to walk farther and farther away, remembering that part he told you.
"It's a promise!" He called out.
You smiled at that before you took a step forward, your bright appearance turned angry. "And if Jake, I don't know, comes back? Tell him I have a bone to pick with him... okay?!"
You shrunk back down, tilting your head to the side in confusion. "Is that right? I'm not really sure, I'm sorry I don't know how this works, I need to read up on it!"
But Marc couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking his head in amusement as he waved. "No, you're good, you're good! I'll pass the message!"
He lowered his hand back down, the grin on his face was unmissable as he watched you. He nodded. "...and I'll let you know... next time."
It should be impossible by now for you to hear what he said, especially when he whispered it as low as he did. But somehow, you still smiled brighter than before, before you gave him one last wave.
"See you soon, Marc!"
Hours before, he never would have dreamed of things ending up this way. All he had in his head before was to find answers no matter what, it didn't matter who was in the way, or how he was going to get it. He needed to know and that was it. And yet now, here he was, still not thoroughly sure how the situation ended up with you two parting as unlikely friends, leaving him still in daze and with seemingly lighter load on his shoulders.
Marc really felt like he's the one who should thank you... because the smile you left with him could end wars.
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Unfortunately, in this instance, waging it was more likely, because the moment Marc stepped back into his apartment. He knew that reflection wasn't Steven nor his own.
Warnings: suicidal thoughts at the start, moderate angst, some scarlet witch slander, being a mean protagonist to mostly everyone, stressed Wakandans caught in the crossfire, slight Dark!reader, also Dark!Namor… (so normal Namor??), also highly self-serving fic,
Pairing: Namor x Ancient Witch!reader
Summary: The world was cruel. But so can people be when pushed to their brink. He needed allies and you needed power. What happens when you had the same goal?
A/N: The ones in italic blue is in the language of the Talokanil. I didn’t translate for easier reading. also inconsistencies galore, a lot of liberties were taken but just let it pass please and enjoy~💓 💓 💓
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The scarlet witch has been awakened, the woman foretold to destroy the world was finally here. You felt it only a few months after you went back from the blip. You knew what it meant so you prepared for the worst, for the end, for the prophecy to finally show itself, since it was the only thing you could. You could finally bid the cruel world you’ve lived in for so, so long goodbye. Your decades of hiding in plain sight, pretending to be one of the mortals was finally coming into an end.
But then the most peculiar thing happened… nothing. The end days that was prophesied didn’t come to fruition. It was like the scarlet witch was stopped before she fully came into power. But that wasn’t what it was supposed to be. She was said to destroy the world. But instead of being relieved that you still held your life, anger flowed through you.
In a world where there were always a surprise apocalypse after the other, the thought that a prophecy that you actually knew of being the one to take it all was like a horrifying comfort. It was awful but it gave you some control. It was like you were finally granted a bit of authority in a life where you were a mere bystander. And that realization just crashed onto you.
Why were you just a bystander? You were a witch that spanned centuries. There were legends that spoke of your existence to this day. Covens that could’ve survived to this moment went extinct simply because you willed it. You were one of the strongest and longest living witches to walk the earth, one that can stand toe to toe with those boastful sorcerers. So why were you comforted by simply knowing which apocalypse will bring upon your death?
That’s when you realized. You were tired of being in fear, of being swayed by this world. This wasn’t you. Decades of living under the radar had rendered you spineless, a mere shell of the once great witch you used to be.
And this stops now. This world would hear about you. You would no longer bow to these people, no longer obey the rules they set. They’ve had their time. Now, it was either them or you.
Warnings: suicidal thoughts at the start, moderate angst, some scarlet witch slander, being a mean protagonist to mostly everyone, stressed Wakandans caught in the crossfire, slight Dark!reader, also Dark!Namor... (so normal Namor??), also highly self-serving fic,
Pairing: Namor x Ancient Witch!reader
Summary: The world was cruel. But so can people be when pushed to their brink. He needed allies and you needed power. What happens when you had the same goal?
A/N: The ones in italic blue is in the language of the Talokanil. I didn’t translate for easier reading. also inconsistencies galore, a lot of liberties were taken but just let it pass please and enjoy~💓 💓 💓
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Ao3 link
The scarlet witch has been awakened, the woman foretold to destroy the world was finally here. You felt it only a few months after you went back from the blip. You knew what it meant so you prepared for the worst, for the end, for the prophecy to finally show itself, since it was the only thing you could. You could finally bid the cruel world you've lived in for so, so long goodbye. Your decades of hiding in plain sight, pretending to be one of the mortals was finally coming into an end.
But then the most peculiar thing happened... nothing. The end days that was prophesied didn't come to fruition. It was like the scarlet witch was stopped before she fully came into power. But that wasn't what it was supposed to be. She was said to destroy the world. But instead of being relieved that you still held your life, anger flowed through you.
In a world where there were always a surprise apocalypse after the other, the thought that a prophecy that you actually knew of being the one to take it all was like a horrifying comfort. It was awful but it gave you some control. It was like you were finally granted a bit of authority in a life where you were a mere bystander. And that realization just crashed onto you.
Why were you just a bystander? You were a witch that spanned centuries. There were legends that spoke of your existence to this day. Covens that could've survived to this moment went extinct simply because you willed it. You were one of the strongest and longest living witches to walk the earth, one that can stand toe to toe with those boastful sorcerers. So why were you comforted by simply knowing which apocalypse will bring upon your death?
That's when you realized. You were tired of being in fear, of being swayed by this world. This wasn't you. Decades of living under the radar had rendered you spineless, a mere shell of the once great witch you used to be.
And this stops now. This world would hear about you. You would no longer bow to these people, no longer obey the rules they set. They've had their time. Now, it was either them or you.
Plus, you weren't one to simply go gentle into that good night. As far as you knew, there was no other person on this planet that can ever truly hold a candle to you, not even those snot nose cape-wearing ring bearers. The only one who can, well, prophesied or not, that baby witch was no question still just a starter with nothing to learn from.
Although your knowledge and experience was still not enough to even out the playing field. Fortunately, you possessed a spell to increase your magic, to a level said to be equal to the scarlet witch's innate power. It was exact the spell you needed, but risky as it required the time you didn't have. After all, who knows how long of a time you had until she rises again.
The ingredients were the real hurdle in your plan. They varied from accessible to downright illegal to actual extinct materials. Luckily, you had managed to get your hands on all of it. You weren't an expert for nothing. You had them all... well, all but one.
The only upside in the situation was that, fortunately, you knew exactly where to find the ones who have the knowledge about your missing ingredient. And as if the universe were finally going your way, just in their time of desperation.
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"Thank you for arriving in such a short notice. We don't know how far the damage would've continued if you had not arriv-"
"It seems we are under a misunderstanding, your majesties."
You turned around, facing the Princess and the Queen of Wakanda, and their soldiers behind them, bringing the whole entourage into a halt with your tone.
"This-" you raised your hand, blue swirls of light emitting from your fingertips - "is not charity."
"We just need more time. Please. We're so close," Princess Shuri immediately jumped to her defense, stepping forward to present her case. "The numbers are-
"You said the same thing 3 months ago, and 6 months before that," you interrupted, gritting your teeth as you made your point known. "I thought the time I gave you before was more than enough. But this is already the third time I've come here."
"It's just not easy to bring a mythical herb back to existence," Shuri reasoned, obviously frustrated herself. It was no doubt that she hadn't stopped trying, but that made it all the worse. "Scientifically, it should be impossible."
"Plus, we've had these attacks latel-
"So is preserving your land on your own, is it not?" You interrupted her, already hearing what you needed to know, that it would still be long until you receive your purpose here. "And we had a deal."
"Plus, let me remind you, princess, I'm not the one that gravely needs that herb."
That last sentence was enough to silence any excuse from the woman's throat, because it was the truth. They really were at their wit's end. Rot was spreading throughout Wakanda.
It seemed like the mere absence of the heart-shaped herb was what prompted it all. The consequences seemed minuscule at first to the point that it went under their surveillance for years until they couldn't ignore the very real damage it has done to their country. They have tried everything to cure it, to uproot the problem, or at the very least, push it back, but not even their vibranium could do a thing. All their efforts resulted to nothing. That was until, you came. And they knew that.
"The rot in your ground grows faster each day and the most I can give you is a month this time," you explained, taking a few steps, keeping your eyes on the woman who knew their situation very well.
"I think you can understand the pattern more than anyone by now, princess."
Shuri opened her mouth but nothing, because she knew you were right. Time was running out.
"Without that herb, we're only delaying the inevitable."
The princess looked at you with defeated eyes, plagued with fear and anxiety. She wanted to reason with you, make you reconsider, let you understand that situation, because she really was doing everything she could. The science just wasn't adding up. "It's- it's-"
"We'll have it ready by the end of this month." The queen finally stepped forward, pushing in front of her daughter, stare as hard and as confident as she could will it.
You returned her gaze, letting her know you meant every word. As strong and elegant of a woman she was, she was shaking in the inside. But she didn't fear you, a witch of unknown power. The queen was strong but her weakness was found in her love for her people. The idea of possibly offending you into losing your talents was enough to coordinate civility. Before they looked down on your help, but now they're close to begging. They've already even gotten to this desperate point, to the point that they've stopped asking why did you need the herb so bad.
As much as you wanted to return such civilities, kindness to them at this moment will only mean insubordination. They needed a push. And you didn't have the time to exchange pleasantries. You were all working with a deadline here. So you merely nodded, pulling back, satisfied by their responses.
"That's more like it."
Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see her, the general. You could see her gripping her spear with a tight hold, no question holding back every instinct to attack as you kept essentially disrespecting their royalty to their face. But there was nothing she could do. Even their queen held their tongue on you.
Surely she could still remember that time you almost left, along with your spell, when she first raised that weapon against you. Oh, how fast the rot crawled that it even reached the capital that day. At least she knew how to adapt well.
You were about to bid your farewell after reiterating the newly set deadline when red lights blared throughout the laboratory. Panic suddenly ran through the faces of the people near you, sending you to a bout to confusion.
"Namor is attacking the capital!" A voice erupted from nowhere, sending everyone to a frenzy. Meanwhile you were just there standing around, feeling creeped out.
You had no idea why people would make such questionable technology. Experimenting on living humans was always grey area but AI to you was like humanity making their own homunculus with only the brain. And these people has the audacity to call your craft creepy.
While you were lost in your thoughts, everyone around you were assembling weapons, scrambling outside, and bringing up screens to see what was happening. And it was just as the voice had said, Wakanda was under attack.
"A little help would be great!" Shuri shouted as you merely watched her run around towards the nearest aircraft.
"Oh, I'm sure."
Before boarding the plane, Shuri spared you an irritated look, surely that response was the least thing she needed at the moment.
You merely watched as the plane took off. For a moment, you wondered what kind of attack, this Namor, is doing that it made the princess, who was very careful with her words just seconds ago, to give you such a look for refraining to lend a hand.
It wasn't your business. In fact, your business was already done. You've said your piece and now you should return... Well, resisting curiosity was never really your strong suit anyway.
You placed your attention back on the glass windows overlooking the capital. From this height, you could see all the chaos go down on the once peaceful city of Wakanda. Bursts of water were exploding violently from each corner of the streets, flooding the streets and taking civilians with it.
The scene almost made you sigh that you finally broken the glass and levitated out into the sky towards the chaos.
Namor, whoever they are, if they kill the princess, then that would be very troublesome for you. You had no idea who else would be capable of possibly recreating the herb. So, this really was your business.
With those thoughts, though a bit annoyed, you pushed more of your powers to your hands, flying you towards the battle.
You glanced around, seeing the chaos unfold beneath you. With water bursting from each corner, taking everyone with the tide it created, it all muddled the difference between the sides fighting. The sight of it all only made your eyes roll over. War never really got different, they always end up so... messy, all so unnecessary.
With that, your power surged through your hands, eyes lightly glowing an illumniscent blue as the same hue curled into an intricate crown on your forehead.
In a second, the water slowly turned its tides, moving and gliding towards the center, to your direction. It rose slowly, forming a whirlpool at your front, slowly reaching the heavens, forming a pillar of swirling water at your beck and call.
You continued to lift the water above before turning your wrist as it slowly rode up into the sky, evaporating into the atmosphere, causing the bright and sunny surroundings to dim as the water turned into dark clouds.
With that part finally done, you turned your attention back below. The fight had stilled as you basically showed them what a witch of your caliber was capable of.
Now, from down below, even with the lowered light, you could finally see the visitors more clearly as the fight was brought to a halt. The fighters were stark different from the warriors of Wakanda, all sporting a wonderful blue color.
You motioned your hand towards one of them, your magic quickly wrapping itself around a female warrior as she was lifted towards you, absolutely thrashing against your hold until she was at eye level.
" Let go of me! Let go! You- you-!"
"How fascinating." You couldn't stop but smile as you heard her words, traces of a once-forgotten language being spoken so naturally brought a different joy to you. It was enough to confuse the woman at your grasp.
"You- you speak our mother tongue?"
Her tone was lower, entwined with confusion, astonishment and bits of fear, but you paid her no mind. Your attention was now more drawn by the unfamiliar orbs attached to her belt. "Who are you? Are you their goddes-"
You brought it your hand to which it immediately exploded, sending a burst of powerful water jets around all directions, but you barely moved an inch. The woman near you was thrown around from the strong force of the weapon while you remained undeterred, your magic protected you from even getting wet. You hummed.
It was essentially a water bomb. How wonderfully crafted. By your knowledge of this world's technology, this type of object, especially with no remnants or clear source of fuel, would be considered more akin to magic. But it was nothing of the sort. This was the type of technology you admired. How truly beautiful-
"Let her go."
With that voice, you glanced up from your hand, looking up to see a man, flying a few meters in front of you.
For a moment, you let your eyes take him in, sculpting his form to your mind, taking note of those wings that gave him flight, the metal on his person that the Wakandans pride themselves for sole possession, and eyes that seemed as if it held a thousand stories.
You actually saw him heading for the throne room a few minutes ago, but he pivoted towards you instead. Judging by the sheer difference of this man from the others, you already knew who he was. The leader has shown himself to you.
The man glided closer towards you, and this time in lower voice. "I said, let her go."
Just like that, you released your magic, sending the one at your grasp to fall straight down, just as asked. To your credit, by the audible splash, she most likely landed safely.
All the while your gaze never wavered from him, the same as his stare never faltered from yours. A challenge between two beings of unknown power, both scaling each other up, waiting until the other strikes first, and yet, nothing.
It wasn't until he made the first move, levitating closer towards you almost at an arm's length.
"Dear water goddess..."
Those words caught your attention. Water god? Was that how you looked like to him? He probably didn't say that only to appease you. He did just saw you bend water into nothing. You weren't too keen on correcting him. Not on that regard at least.
"Water goddess..." He repeated again as you didn't respond, but stood your ground, unsure how this would all proceed.
"Who do you serve?"
"Serve?" You repeated, head titling to the side at the unsavory connotation of those sudden words.
"You're with them. The Wakandans," he cleared as if genuinely curious, "I didn't know the surface dwellers would have someone like you."
He was admittedly easy on the eyes, but how awful was it that he just kept saying the wrong things. "Please, if anything, you and the Wakandans are more alike than they are to me."
He hummed, seemingly accepting those words as if it was obvious that you weren't one of them, even nodding in understanding. You could even see the ghost of a smile hanging from the edge of his lips. You quickly realized that this man was not an easy one to read.
"It seems there's many things you don't know about the surface."
"You could say that," he chuckled, brow raising for a moment. "But I can assume you also don't know about what's below."
Oh, he's a cheeky one, but he had a point. You haven't heard of them. Not from all your years, nor any books you've read. They were a mystery. And now, they held your attention.
"How come I only see of you now?" The man suddenly asked, coming closer, curiosity clear on his face as his eyes raked over you, filling his vision with only you.
"You were never here before..." he whispered, brimming with curiosity and wonder. "Why did they hide you?"
You suppressed the instinct to snort. "They didn't. I'm simply not with them."
"But you fight for them?"
"I only fight for my cause. We hold an understanding, you see, a deal, a barter."
You lifted your body, gliding to his right, encircling the man as he followed you with his eyes. "Your arrival impeded that arrangement. So I simply reacted accordingly."
You stopped right over his shoulder, his head turned to the side as you leaned over to whisper at his ear. "What would've happened if you chose to harm my benefactor before they can give me what I want?"
With that, you continue to fly, settling back to his front, a venomous smirk playing at your lips as you basically watched the gears turning in his mind. He seemed to really dwell on your words, maybe he was finally realizing what he was up against.
"What did they offer you?"
Now, that was a sudden response. You didn't need to share anything with this man. You said all that to push him back, to intimidate him. And out of everything you thought he'd come to, you didn't anticipate he'd ask for that one.
"As you said, we are alike," he quickly added, now using a much more serious tone and cadence in his words.
"I might be able to give what you seek better than they can."
You hummed, eyes never leaving his before clicking your tongue, unimpressed.
"Tempting."
It really was, but only out of curiosity. It wasn't advisable. After all, he didn't even know what you wanted and you didn't even know his name.
"But I believe you should introduce yourself first before you make such haughty claims, don't you think?"
The man tilted his head to the side, understanding your point, looking just a little bit more relaxed and composed at your presence as he came closer, full attention on you. "My mother named me Ch'ah Toh Almehen."
"The citizens of my realm call me K'uk'ulkan, and my enemies call me Namor."
You stopped. There was a quick moment of silence before you flew towards him at less than an arm's length, eyes boring into his before whispering the only thoughts running in your head, the only correct answer you could muster at such a filled response.
"Then, what should I call you?"
"That is up to you, water goddess."
An amused smirk unconsciously formed your lips. Oh, how well can this man really respond. For by whatever name you choose that moment, you also choose the path moving forward.
You merely repeated the words he spoke in your head. K'uk'ulkan... you dwelled on the familiar name, its notoriety didn't come unnoticed.
"Well then, let me greet you, dear feathered serpent god." You bowed lightly, leaning your body forward before glancing back up to meet his gaze. "It's an honor to personally put a face on a myth."
Most would have regarded your actions as an insult, with your teasing tone and improper stance. But this man was truly proving himself to be the minority, for his eyes brightened on your words. There was danger in your voice, you were challenging him. And yet, he seemed to want to hear more.
The subtle flapping of the wings on his ankles quieted down as Namor lowered himself to match back at your eye level, eyes looking softer and face far less composed than before.
"Do you truly not fight with them? Dear water goddess?"
"What do I have to lie?"
You two were playing a game right now, both with a very, very dangerous opponent with tactics both unknown to you. You had no idea what was going on inside that head, you could only guess what well-thought out ploy-
"Come with me."
It was like a water bomb exploded in your face again, this time unprompted and unprepared.
"That's a high order."
"Are they under your protection?"
You blinked, now only getting more and more confused. His words just kept coming out of nowhere. "The Wakandans? No, and I honestly don't believe they need it."
"I only meddle as they simply have what I require," you clarified, "and you threatened them, so you threatened what I want. That's all."
Just as you finished, realization of the words you let go set in. You had already said far too much. You could even see the edge of his lips turn up. Because was that an excuse he heard?
"This negotiation is only supposed to be between us."
It should be harsher, it should be a threat, but it felt like he was gently ushering you out of the conversation, like an adult politely telling a child that it was not their concern.
"And I don't mind getting out of the way. But this seems quite troublesome. The princess has been delaying my prize. And for what?"
"They have turned down our talks of alliance, of peace. So, we had to act," he said it lightly, like it was obvious, like you would understand it like any normal person would, even moving his hands around to further his point. "I'm sure you can see why I would react so strongly."
The slight brightness in his expression was a mystery to you, like he was trying to make light of this subject. Perhaps, was he also making excuses in front of you?
"Peace?" You could almost cackled at how pathetic that reason sounded. It was such a blatant lie. "As I said, I'm not one with them. But even I know the Wakandans would never turn down an invitation of peace... if that was what it truly was."
"So, be honest with me, Namor..."
The name you chose appeared to hit a nerve as his entire face basically fell instantly. You moved closer towards the man, your eyes glowing a magnificent, bright sapphire hue as your magic slowly wrapped around the surroundings like a suffocating fog as you titled your head to the side, showing exactly your stance.
"What type of peace did you propose?"
Even by this distance, when you were just less than foot away from him, you could still see his body stiffening up. His eyes hardened, a far cry from how soft it seemed just a few moments ago. He was not only readying himself for your rejection, he was getting ready for a fight.
"The only type of peace this surface world deserves," Namor spat out, venom lacing his tone as he returned your icy glare. He knew that the negotiations talks were over...
...on the contrary, he seemed to have stumbled upon the best choice of words instead. Because you knew that tone, and you knew exactly where it could be coming from.
You inched closer, magic still at full play, but expression now more amused than threatening, your interest now fully piqued. "Tell me more."
Namor was never deterred by your presence, no matter how intimidating you showed yourself. In fact, you heard his breath deter only when you came closer.
You were about to double down, when the man suddenly offered up his hand. "Come with me, dearest water goddess.."
"Let me show you exactly what I mean."
You glanced at his open hand warily. Call it curiosity, or bad decisions, but you didn't even wait a second before taking that hand. And you knew he was going to wrongly keep calling you a goddess. But you decided you weren't going to correct him anytime soon. If that was what he wanted to call you, then so be it.
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Not long, Namor and his warriors retreated, much to the Wakandan's confusion, even more when the witch they held a questionable arrangement with followed the fish men on her own will.
You soared the skies with Namor, heading straight atop the waters until you couldn't see the land anymore. That was when his people dove deep down into the sea, and you knew what would have to happen next.
You glanced to the man at your side and made eye contact. Without a word, Namor slowly sauntered down as you followed his lead, slowly lowering yourselves into the water until you were both neck-deep.
Without a word, Namor lifted a hand-held device and gave you a look, slowly nearing it to your face. You inched away from the device and before he could explain what it was for, you gripped him by the hand, and quickly pulled him deep underwater.
There was a short moment of fight in him once he realized what you did. He pulled against you, trying to get you back up into the surface until he noticed that you were swimming just fine, even at that depth. You merely grinned at his stunned expression.
In full wonder, he grabbed your face, checking to see if you were really alright and you responded by taking a deep breath of the water, and breathing it out to his face.
"How?" Namor gaped at you, turning to your sides to check your neck for gills. He knew you weren't one of his people and yet here you were breathing the same way he was. His confusion amused you, and instead of explaining, you simply responded by letting your eyes glow. The magic also extended to your forehead and around your face, a sliver of light forming the delicate crown unique only to you.
"Surprised?" You teased.
Namor poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "No. There is a reason why the most peculiar ones in the deep are also the most fascinating."
You snorted, not caring for his stupid joke despite how proud he seemed to be of it. He then proceeded to lead the way, swimming deeper and deeper below, holding you tightly by the hand.
Namor kept pulling you further and further down below until the only light left guiding your way was from you. You sensed his hesitancy as he slowly swam a few more feet down before fully stopping. He turned to you, softly holding your hand, perhaps to wordlessly check if you were still alright at this depth.
In response, you willed your eyes to glow a more fantastic blue, guiding your way more efficiently. That mere sight you showed him, in this depth, with no other source of light but you, Namor felt something flutter in his chest. It was as if his instincts were trying to warn him. And yet, nothing.
Just as he said before, the most peculiar were the most fascinating, but they also were the most dangerous. There were reasons why they would have such features after all. It was one of the first rules of the sea. And yet, here he was, staying still in front of what can only be described as nothing less than a predator.
For out of all his years, you were the most interesting thing he's ever laid his eyes on. He was intimidated. He was frightened. He was curious. And he was positively enchanted. And you could see it in his eyes, the curiosity and the wonder practically emanating off of his entire form. And his childlike wonder didn't stop there.
After your quick travel, you both reached an underwater cave, only illuminated by the light given by the larvae of glow worms. His people also greeted you on your arrival, as if they were already expecting you. It all happened in the flash that before you knew it, you were already wearing his people's clothes.
You were coated in jewelry from head to toe, all the while wearing a dress made of pure high-grade jade, that it made you think of all the spells that could benefit from their purity. It was all absolutely breathtaking. Although, you wondered how quickly it was made as it felt as if it was personally tailored for you.
You didn't have much time to wonder as the King excitedly wanted to show you more. He invited you to his personal chambers, where he showed you the murals he painted himself and personally accounted the stories that came with it.
If someone were to point that that he was basically trying to woo you with these treasures and treatment, even you couldn't disagree. The only thing stopping you from pointing out this behavior was the shine he had in his eyes as he walked you through his culture.
At the end, you couldn't say a thing. So, you just listened. Everything was beautiful, everything had a meaning, and by how eager he was, you just knew how long he waited to share his stories. And you quickly realized how long it was since you had such a light and sweet conversation with anyone. It almost made you think that you never wanted to hear the end of his tale.
"Your stories are so rich and beautiful. Even when you've only been below the seas, you can still say you've truly lived," you lowly whispered as your hands lightly brushed against the delicately painted walls as you gave it another wondrous look, fascinated and awestruck.
You almost didn't notice as Namor approached you with a solemn look on his face. "My goddess..."
"Hmm?"
"Why do you say that with such sadness?"
You stopped. You didn't even notice that. But you knew how you felt. How easy would it be to dismiss it as a misunderstanding, but you couldn't lie to him, not when he's only been truthful to you.
"Not sadness, envy would be more appropriate."
And again, his confusion was such a sight to see. It had the power of making you realize how nonsensical your words were that you just had to explain. "Like the sea, the surface is a wide place. I've gone through hundreds of lives through the centuries I've lived... But I've only ever lived behind the shadows."
"They tout power up there. But they don't share it. Those who are similar and powerful enough join hands and they use it against those who try to hold even a little bit."
You walked around as you talked, and he followed you close by, brows held firmly together as he hang off of your every word, still confused of your dilemma. "But you can use them too, power, your magic. So why? Why live in hiding?"
You could almost laugh at how blunt he was, not even leaving room for sugarcoating. "That is the question, isn't it?"
You thought of it for a moment, momentarily trying to bring back whatever foolish thoughts past you had came up with. And it all brought back hard feelings.
"I used to say it was because of comfort, that it's easier."
"Because if they know of me, then they'll fear me, then that fear would turn to hatred. And I'll be prosecuted all my life. And they won't stop until I'm defeated," you whispered just under your breath, as if you could see yourself all those years ago, scared and alone, a lone witch who just didn't know when they would be able to stop running.
"So, I thought it's better to just live quietly. Enjoy the few comforts that came with living like the dead. It just seemed like the better option at the time, the more peaceful option," you piped right back up, cheerful with a slight smile on your face, a sudden deviation from the attitude you first gave. "It was great truly..."
"Until I realized I was drowning."
You turned back at him, still eerily cheerful, despite the horrid misery laced in your words. "I was afraid of everything and anything. My talents simply became something I hid, no matter how much I loved them. I couldn't be myself anymore. I... wasn't myself anymore."
"And for decades, I convinced myself that it was necessary, that I just had to." You let out a deep breath before sitting back down, turning your attention back at the murals, letting your eyes graze over the fantastic imagery and take in its meanings, and that you never had something like it. "But this... Even when you're isolated, you flourish. And you're with people you can trust..."
You bitterly laughed, jealousy practically dripping off of you at this point. "Must be nice."
"You can't trust them?" Namor quietly inquired after a short while, sitting right by your side, his full attention never having left you. "Don't the Wakandans keep their word?"
You shook your head. "Doesn't matter. They're not my people. And they never will be. What we have is just a transaction."
"To them. This-" you gestured to all of you- "makes me different. Makes me untrustworthy. It makes me a threat."
"And my people... the ones like me... the ones truly like me....well..." You shrugged, like it was the only thing you could do. "We never get along."
"If anything, we're each other's greatest enemies," you went on like it was nothing, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I can't blame them. There's no one more frightening than someone who can do everything you can."
You brought up your hand, your magic swirling beautifully around your fingers. "So in the end, all this power, and I only have myself."
He could only look at you. Your actions enchanted him, the beauty of your talents, and yet it only illuminated your somber face, as if it almost pained you to see your own splendor, as if it was a reminder of the years that you had to hide.
You finally raised your head towards him, letting your hand fall to your lap with a bitter smile on your face. "How fitting, isn't it?"
"No."
You expected the solemn reaction, but not that response. From the stories he told you, you thought he'd understand where you were coming from more.
"No?" You chuckled. "Why is that?"
Without a word, Namor merely took your hand from your lap before pressing it gently to his ear, carefully curving your fingers to fit the shape of his skin. Before you can ask what he was getting at, he looked back up at you.
"Different. Is it not?"
And before you can even answer his question, he stretched his leg, motioning over to his ankle, showing you the fluttering wings attached.
Even without him saying it out loud, you knew what he meant. For even amongst his people, he was the only one who had those features, but that didn't mean he should be alone.
"You may be different, my goddess. But that does not mean solitary fits you."
He took both your hands to his, looking you straight in the eye. "Your magic. Your powers. You deserve to be worshipped."
"Those are dangerous words, Namor." You pulled back, almost like a gut instinct. As if he manage to hit the exact word you didn't want to hear the most. "...and I'm a witch, not a goddess. Nothing about me can be worshipped."
You never wanted to be worshiped. Respected, maybe. But putting yourself on a pedestal was never in your plan. And you knew exactly what happens to your kind who wanted to be deities and that wasn't you. All you wanted was to be left alone. Or did you?
While lost in your own thoughts, Namor was only watching you, perhaps enjoying the fact that he can almost see your thoughts on your face, and it only verified everything. "We really are alike. You and I."
You held in a sigh. Was he not listening this whole time?
"We are. Can't you see?"
He inched closer to you, a different form of excitement on his tone as he finally bridged the gap with you. "What you did all those years before, was the exact same thing my people did, for the exact same reasons. You were in danger and you hid yourself for your safety. That's what my mother and her people did to save themselves from the threats of the surface world."
"You and I, we are not people who seek harm. All we crave is a haven, where we can be ourselves and protect what is ours. Am I wrong?"
You could only blankly stare back at him, but you didn't need to say a thing. Even he knew that there was no lie. You thought you were the only one. And yet here he was, showing you that your experience wasn't alone. No, you two were one and the same.
"But these people, they try to take it. Without even knowing that we were only trying to keep the peace all this time. And yet, they keep pushing us," Namor reasoned, keeping his voice low as he went on.
"That's why we fight. They are the ones that made us like this-"
"And they should reap what they sow."
The man stopped, looking back at you in surprise of your sudden words. You merely returned his gaze, face flat and void of any emotion. But it showed him everything he needed.
"They should... and they will," you added.
The man in front of breathed out a short laugh in disbelief before smiling widely, moving around in his seat, genuinely ecstatic to hear such venomous words. In his joy, he even brought your hands in his hold to his lips.
"And I will help you. The Talokanil, my entire kingdom, we ensure that it will be," he promised, voice barely hiding the glee he felt in the moment. He felt like he earned something absolutely precious, something truly immeasurable: your acknowledgment.
On the other end, you could only see sheer genuine happiness in his expression. It was like you gave him exactly what he wanted. And perhaps you did. Whether or not you will regret it still eluded you.
Even in his moment of joy, Namor could see it in your eyes, you didn't fully believe him, not yet at least. Your heart has been barred shut by so many hardships he could only imagine. He knew he'd still have to prove himself to be worthy of your trust.
To this, Namor reached over and brought out a bracelet, the very same one he treated so preciously before, the one that held such a beautiful story, the same one his mother gave him.
"Let this be the evidence." He wrapped the delicate jewelry around your wrist before bringing your hand to his lips and keeping it there as if he was saying a prayer.
"Witch or goddess, it matters not. I will make your wishes a reality, all you have to do is hold my hand. This is what I promise you, I swear on my entire being and my title as King of Talokan."
You watched him for a moment, taking his words, his image and his intentions all in. Despite your unchanging facade, you felt yourself being swept. "You'll regret this."
You wanted to sounded more threatening, it was the right moment to, but alas. You actually sounded sorry for him, sorry that he'd go this far. But it seems he already made up his mind. Instead of being deterred, he only seemed to welcome it more.
"And until then, your wishes, your desires will be my life's mission."
Namor leaned over, pressing your hands gently to his forehead as he essentially bowed to you, offering himself under your cold gaze.
"My dear water goddess... I am yours to use."
You almost hated how he could say that so easily, such deep and meaningful promises, that you weren't sure whether you deserved. Because you knew you were going to follow on it. You were going to use him to his limits. It almost made you feel bad, but you know in yourself, he will be using you too... and that was okay.
"If you betray me, I'll kill you, and all of your people."
He snorted, rising from his position, shaking his head, the smile not budging from his face. "Naturally, I expect nothing less from you, my dearest goddess."
".../N]."
He inched closer. "Yes?"
"[Y/N]... That's my name," you repeated, eyes still void of any emotion. "That's... what my allies call me."
It was like a point of no return. There were multitudes of spells that would only work if you had the target's name. And yet here you were, laying your cards bare.
"[Y/N]..." Namor, on the other hand, could only pause. He didn't have the same thoughts as you, but he understood the weight your words carried. He just had to try calling it out. It felt like satin on his tongue. He felt like floating.
"Ch'ah Toh Almehen..."
His eyes snapped back towards you as he heard the name his mother gave him roll off of your very tongue. Without even giving him time to breathe, to process, you leaned forward and captured his lips to yours.
It was chaste, light, and nothing more than a peck. But it was enough to stop everything, completely bringing all his thoughts to a pause. The only thing that waked him up was when you squeezed his hand before giving him what might be the first genuine smile you've had in decades.
"...I look forward to our victory."
And just like that, the king knew that he could not fall any deeper if he tried. He had planned to offer a place in his kingdom for you. But now, you didn't even need to leave the surface anymore, because he will come up himself to just worship the ground you walk on.
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"You were gone for a while. I thought we'd have to go get you."
You snorted, what a ridiculous claim.
You walked further towards the laboratory, heading straight for the princess, who was in front of her work as usual. You finally showed up in Wakanda after two days of disappearance.
"So, how was it? What did you see?"
You really weren't thinking of ever spilling anything about what you saw in Talokan. He never asked you to, but it felt like the right thing to do. Although, that question made you look back to the sights you left mere hours ago.
"It was..."
Namor invited you to another place, somewhere more beautiful than the cave. You followed as he brought you deeper and deeper into the sea until you came upon a utopia, Talokan.
There was a whole civilization under the deep, brimming with life and technology, completely untouched by the outside world. It was beautiful, breathtaking even.
And the citizens all had their eyes on you. It was obvious that you were different, that you were a guest, but not once had you feel out of place. They only welcomed you so warmly.
They were so excited to show you so many things, and in turn, you showed them what you could do. The light magic and water manipulation that was your strong suit became the crowd favorite. Even after you left, the children were still playing in the looping whirlpools you made.
And the artificial sun in the middle of the capital, the one shining majestically against the buildings, akin to the one you had in the sky and yet so drastically different. It was all perched atop of what seemed to be a throne. The man beside you even joked about letting you try it on for size, which you vehemently refused. In any culture, it was blatant disrespect to the title.
Somehow, instead of ending there, it erupted to a much more childish affair. Namor continued to insist while you continued to refuse. He decided on chasing you for it as you swam away as best as you can, all the while condemning his actions with an unconvincing wide grin on your face. The citizens present merely looked on, amused to see their king play catch so animatedly with a guest they've only seen today. Somehow, they knew.
"...truly something."
Shuri squinted, giving it a hot second to let you continue but you were just smiling at nothing, perhaps already lost in your head with no intention of adding more details.
"That's it? Seriously? Did he not say anything? Will he keep attacking? Has he chosen to keep the peace inst-"
"I didn't go there as your envoy, did I?"
Shuri sucked in her teeth, frustrated. You just knew she was barely holding back from saying some very specific words to you. "Well, any information could help."
You chuckled as you admired the princess's stubbornness. She reminded you of yourself all those many years ago.
"King K'uk'ulkan promised to hold off his attacks until further notice."
Her attention snapped back towards you, her screens now long forgotten.
"What? You mean Namor? Wait, how? ...Why?!"
The squelching sounds echoed loudly against the cave walls, but it might as well have fallen into the deaf ears.
His arms wrapped around you almost desperately as his mouth practically never left the skin of your neck, his hands preciously yet wantonly roaming all over your form as if it was invaluable art he'd only ever be able to hold once and never again. You pulled his body impossibly closer towards you, your nails harshly running down the skin of his back, turning his skin to your own personal canvas. You grind down as you wrapped your leg tighter around his waist as he basically growled into your mouth. His own nails digging into the flesh of your thigh as he hugged it his torso with your toes curling helpless over his shoulder as you gasped.
" My goddess , mi amor..."
You blinked, your face never changed as you turned your attention back to the waiting baffled princess. You simply shrugged.
"I can be persuasive."
The woman to your side just squinted her eyes at you, now left with even more questions than when she started.
"That's it?"
You kept mum, silently only looking at the screen Shuri was paying attention before as if it meant anything to you. Shuri just let out a breath, sitting down at a nearby desk, fully knowing when to just take the defeat, having already used to you doing whatever you wanted. "...alright, fine. Thank you."
She had no clue exactly what you meant, only that you gave her precious time to continue her research without distractions, and she was gonna take it. One thing she learned about fraternizing with a perhaps centuries-old witch is to just stop asking. Shuri actually thought that was the end of it until you suddenly dangled a piece of jewelry in front of her eyes.
"Here you go." You dropped the bracelet right onto her awaiting palms with no other words that the princess was only left confused with the jade bracelet on her hand. "What's this?"
"A bone to chew on."
To that, she raised an eyebrow, obviously almost had it with you and your vagueness. She was about to put it to the side when-
"The threads should still have some traces of the herb."
Her eyes almost popped off of their sockets as she suddenly handled the jewelry much more carefully than a second ago. "Are- Are you serious?! How did y-"
"Get to work, princess," you snapped, "I want that herb the moment I come back."
As you walk away, you hear Shuri shout at several different people around her lab, urging them all to work as the place only got noisier with every step you took. It seemed like you won't need to wait long to claim your prize.
"And I want that bracelet to be in one piece!"
As you continue your walk, all you could think about was his face, his touch and his promises. Namor. The future he wanted was close-at-hand. You'd make sure of it.
He won't need Wakanda. He won't need anyone else's help. He already had you. And you swear you both will bring this world down... together.
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A/N: Well that became way darker than I thought, angstier too. Literally just started with the prompt that Namor meets someone powerful that can kick his ass and becomes smitten, but somehow it ended up with mutual manipulation with sexual tension and trauma dumping? Oh well, I'm good with this. Also tell me if you want more of our witchy, I kinda want to see her fuck more shit up while her fishman makes heart eyes.
Warnings: Fluff, smallest amount of angst possible, ooc characters sometimes, mutual obsession in literary form(???), moon boys basically being sugar babies. also minimum plot I can give. (What? I like providing context, sue me)
Pairing: Moon Knight System x Rich!reader; Half is Jealous!Jake Lockley x Rich!reader, but all of them get some time
Summary: Basically, the boys get spoiled with money and try their best not to feel like sugar babies (they are)
A/N: No, that’s pretty much it. I just want them to get pampered; you give them all gifts and jake quietly wonders where his is (may or may not provide the actual context of how they got here tho, maybe next time, for now get this word dump)
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“And that’s the last one!” Khonshu cheered as he shot up to his feet, even raising his staff in glee.
The pleased god glided from top of the roof to the floor of the dark alley, his feet making a soft splatter on the ground as the blood seeped into his bandages. But even that wasn’t enough to ruin his good mood, the opposite even. How could he be anything but pleased when his avatar was so successful in his triumphs, standing there all in his bloody glory.
“Impeccable, Spector!” he loudly boomed, mood completely unmatched from the daunting scene surrounding him.
“See how efficient you are if you don-”
“Can’t you just shut up already?” Marc finally snapped, voice rough and guttural. “Seriously.”
“And I don’t care whatever you say. I’m not doing anymore. We have to get home.” The man glanced down to his hands, watching as the wounds on his knuckles slowly heal, keeping his attention away from the bodies on the ground, willing his mind to blur out their faces in his head. That’s… that’s the last one… for tonight, at least. He needs to get home…
“…I can’t keep her waiting.”
Marc clenched his fist before finally walking away from the scene. There was no time to lose. You were probably already waiting for him.
“[Y/N] told me she had something to tell me so I ha-”
“No!”
Marc almost tripped at Steven’s voice suddenly ringing in his head. Oh, he doesn’t have time for this.
Could you do a part two of fall back again and maybe reader plays it out and surprises them? If u can’t it’s ok (Love ur work btw 🥰💖😘)
omg i have no idea i had this many asks left unanswered i can swear i already answered these weird
i had no idea people loved fall back again so much!! thanks for the love, although requests are still closed WIPS r a bitch but we'll see what I can do!! thanks again!!!
Hey! I just finished reading your ‘Captain’s Vigilante’ series and I LOVED it! It was PERFECT, you are so talented! I wanted to ask if u can write another oneshot for Steve? Cuz I read those 2 and they’re AMAZING! Thank you ❤️xx
oh my this honestly got lost in my asks i thought i already answered it my bad
im so so thankful u liked it!! although requests are still closed, but another one might always come up!! probably about one with stark!reader this time who knows!! thanks for the ask!!
hello I found your fic Fall Back Again a while back and I'm glad i lack object permanence at times coz ive read it like 4 times since and its always fresh like im reading it for the first time, always just the right amount of pain 🥲 i wont lie and say i dont want a part 2 but i saw your requests were closed 😔
ANYWAYS you can ignore all that if you want. i just wanted to let you that i really really dig this fic and its premise. ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳᵏᵎʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᵈᵉᶠᶦⁿᶦᵗᵉˡʸ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳᶦᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᶦᵐ ʲᶦˢᵗ ᵈʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ
TLDR:
Fall Back Again = excellent fic
Oh this was so so sweet of u!!! im so glad u liked them so much!!
For the Stark!reader fics, i always made them thinking they were in the same au but i never thought of making them a mini series which honestly doesn't seem to bad. I didnt have plans of making any anytime soon primarily because im currently in my moonknight era
Requests are still closed (mostly because Im still stacked on my WIPs) but this was so so nice u got me thinking!! i guess a follow up can be in order!! not sure when but ill see what i can do thank you for the sweet ask!!!
