A little doodle of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Shell Van raising hell on the streets of New York. In hot pursuit of the Foot or more likely rushing to to pick up there stack of pizzas from their favourite pizza parlour. Enjoy!
Miguel O Hara (Across the Spider-Verse) - Oneshot: Genius.
Miguel was always aware of the many people out there with gifts.
The title of spider man and woman spanned many universes. So when Peter and Gwen barged in claiming they had found another friend on one of their missions, he was fully ready for humorless jokes and witty comebacks. The woman that stood in front of him was quiet and for a moment he contemplated if she was broken. Her expression lacked any kind of emotion. Her presence was completely different from all the ones before. He wasn’t truly sure what to expect.
“Miguel O'Hara.”
He held out a hand, but you merely nodded.
“It’s interesting that there is a whole organization dedicated to individuals with our specific abilities. You developed and started this all on your own?” You gravitate around his body, inspecting the computers and the layout of the office.
“I did. We needed an area to stop the anomalies that threaten the multiverse. I’m sure Gwen and Peter filled you in.”
Gwen nodded excitedly.
“You should have seen her, she came out of nowhere and took him down without a hitch. That rat guy is being sent back to his universe as we speak. “ She looked so happy.
“I was just doing my due diligence. I suppose since I know all of your identities it’s only fair to reveal my own.” You slipped off the navy colored mask, and his gaze fixated on your face.
“WOAH! YOU’RE A HOTTIE!!” Gwen exclaimed.
Peter laughed and Miguel just turned back to his computers to distract himself. He couldn’t deny that you were indeed attractive.
“A hottie?”
The confusion on your face was humorous. For a moment Gwen assumed you were joking, but you just continued to stare for an explanation and she brushed it off.
“You’re very beautiful.”
“Oh, thank you. I do agree that my face is symmetrical. One can assume that is what contributes to what we see as attractive as opposed to unattractive.”
Your evaluation made them all raise a brow.
“Riiight…” Gwen trailed off.
The room became quiet and Miguel just logged the most recent villain that was apprehended. You were still peering at the screens.
“Is this how you track those anomalies?”
He wasn’t really used to any of the others inquiring about the gritty work. Everyone had different skills. The techs worked in the labs. The ones more equipped for interdimensional missions handle the heavy lifting. He served as an anchor to keep them all in check. Especially the younger ones who enjoyed making his life difficult.
Like Brown.
Just the thought of Hobbie made him frown and it’s then that he realized he hadn’t answered your question.
“We have a layout to detect unnatural matter throughout the different dimensions. The way they appear is pretty much random. “
“It’s not.”
Your statement has them all now engaged.
“What do you mean?” Gwen asks.
You jumped onto the platform easily, and as you’re about to move forward but you pause.
Almost like you’d coach yourself to stop.
“I apologize, may I?”
Miguel gestured you forward. He was about to give an overview of the system, but you pulled up one document and pretty soon you were running through the screens like it was child’s play
“Incredible..”
You were in awe, and so was he in a sense. You’d understood in mere seconds how to run a system he took months developing.
Multiple visuals pulled up of different sections. All of which were villains they had already successfully secured. Each one you seem to appoint a number, a string tying them all together.
“If you look closely, you can spot the pattern. This might be a rough estimate, but I believe with this algorithm, we can predict where these anomalies will appear next.”
Miguel's eyes rushed over the information. Each number showed a designated universe that they’d been to. Others showed ones they hadn’t even touched yet. When the particular signature stopped, you tagged it red.
“This is my universe. Earth 234. According to my readings, the next anomaly should be here.” You lift a map signature and Lyla pops up.
“I think she might be onto something.”
Your eyes shifted at the hologram and she waved at your curious gaze.
“Artificial intelligence..” You murmured.
“Yes, this is Lyla. I created her to assist.”
The smile on your face seemed to widen and you unconsciously took a step forward into his space.
“You actually programmed an AI. What did you use, how do you maintain a separate consciousness for decision making and internal capabilities? Is she designed off of your personality or were you able to adjust it to reflect the opposite for objective responses?”
There were so many questions and the more you spoke, the less Gwen and Peter understood.
“Well, we’re gonna go because it’s obvious the two of you are made for each. See you later!” Gwen waved and Peter followed her with a smile. When the doors closed, Miguel expected you to react to her statement, but you were still looking at him in nothing short of amazement.
Miguel decided at that point that he needed to take a step back, just to clear his head. Because your expression was starting to do something to him. His eyes moved back to the computer screen.
“I can show you how I came up with the designs.”
“Please.” You insisted.
So he did.
That day he went through as much as he could between assigning missions and scheduling training sessions. You exchanged some very good ideas on servers that he could utilize to further his programs to function as efficiently as possible. Even with his skills, there were many things that even he didn’t have answers for. All of which you seem to magically possess.
From that day, you became closer to his colleague rather than his boss relationship he shared with many of the other arachnid heroes under his care. Your values were similar. He wasn’t too surprised to learn you were a crime consultant back in your universe. You held the skills of a detective. He could easily see it whenever they were on a case that was a bit more difficult to solve. Not all the villains were mindless idiots. There were a few that were more clever than he gave them credit for.
He’d not only been very equipped to prevent chaos from the anomalies, but you were helping solve other long term crimes in his universe as well as others.
You were perfect. Almost too perfect.
“It’s starting to feel like a trap.”
He contemplated one day.
It’s not like he suspected you of being some evil genius. He just thought that life was flowing very smoothly. There must be a catch.
“Gwen!!”
She’d gotten hit with a considerably large piece of debris after pushing two civilians out of the way. Her torso is buried under the thick slab and Miguel curses. He’s currently grabbing some more people out of the burning building. You drop down, fingers sliding under the concrete as you throw it off her body.
“Gwen, can you hear me?” You check her pulse. Thankfully she’s breathing. She nods weakly. You can almost see the sheepish smile she’s wearing under the mask as you pick her up slowly. Your hands slide under her knees and you use your webs to take off.
There’s a few other spider people clearing out the section and Miguel appoints one of them as he follows you.
“We need to get her back to the lab to check her injuries.”
You were thinking the same.
“I’m..fine..”
It sounds like she’s fighting to stay conscious. Miguel opens the portal and you both jump in.
The trip back feels as though it’s taking forever. You try to keep a count of her breaths and mark her pulse the best you can given the situation. You aren’t exactly a doctor. The minute you’re both on the other side of the breach, you are both rushing to headquarters. It’s not that long a trip.
Walking through the doors of the society, you can see the glances of concern on a number of faces. Especially since it’s Gwen who’s hurt.
“Lyla, prep the medical area.”
“Okay!”
The both of you are practical sprinting, and when you enter the lab, the people in that area clear a space. There’s an empty bed right in front of you and you place her down. The second she’s secured, the lights under her body begin scanning. There’s one above as well as below.
“Scan complete. She has three broken ribs and a punctured spleen. There’s signs of internal bleeding.”
Lyla’s report causes clear panic. Two of the spidermen move around, hooking up her body to machines and Miguel pulls off her mask. Her head lulls to the side and you can see a trail of blood running from her lips.
She looks so weak, yet she still has an impish smile.
“Sorry boss..”
Miguel clenches his fist.
“Damn it Stacy!”
You know he’s upset at the situation, but asking her not to put her life in danger to help others is impossible.
Even Miguel refuses to follow that rule.
“We need to treat her. Her healing won’t take effect if she falls unconscious again. It’ll take longer and we might end up losing her.”
Miguel takes a step back, and you’re still at her side.
“Please, step back.”
You frown, and when you pull the IV off her body, they panic.
“W-What are you doing!!”
You grit your teeth and when you hold out both your hands, pressing it to her stomach, they all seem to stare at the emerald glow emitted from your palms. Miguel is speechless, so is almost everyone else in the room.
The light travels from your fingers, and they watch as it travels all the way up to the veins of her neck. It sparks for maybe a few seconds and when it dissipates, Gwen blinks. Her eyes fully open after a minute or two and you pull back your hands.
She slowly sits upright and everyone steps back as she places her hand over her face with a groan.
“What happened? I feel like I got hit by a truck.” She turns for some sort of explanation, but everyone is just staring. Now she’s concerned.
“Do I..have something on my face?”
She raises a brow, and Miguel’s gaze turns to you.
It seems there is a lot more that they expected.
An hour of vigorous tests and Miguel was happy to know that Gwen was fully healed. Aside from soreness, she was fine. He’d given her the rest of the week to recuperate. Which surprisingly she didn’t complain too much about. Your abilities of healing have become the new topic of conversation throughout the organization.
Miguel had requested that you meet him back in his office so you both could do a brief on the most recent assignment. He’d gotten word that the damage on earth 56 was being taken care of as they speak. Minimal casualties.
No fatalities thanks to Gwen.
He made a mental note to scold and commend her when she was recovered.
“You can heal.”
Nodding, he notices the way you fidget. He’s picked up on little ticks that you often displayed. You were touching each of your fingers with your thumb, as if counting. When you caught his gaze, you stopped immediately.
“Yes, I can. I apologize, I should have said something before. I try to avoid using it because it tends to have some negative-”
Just as the words left your mouth, your knees buckled and Miguel was shocked when you coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He rushed over to grab you, but you instinctively shot out a web and it hit him right in the stomach. From your gaze he knew that wasn’t your intention but he’d successfully stopped and you looked more calm as you wiped the blood from your lips with the back of your hand.
“I’m fine.”
You let out another cough, rising to your feet. He didn’t understand why you seemed more put off at the thought of him touching you than bleeding out on the floor.
“It’s a repercussion. In a few hours my body will adjust.”
Removing the cast of the web from his body, he just watched you carefully.
“Anything else I should be worried about.”
“I’m lactose intolerant.”
For a second he thinks it’s a joke. But your expression hasn’t changed.
“Noted.”
After the encounter, he lectured himself to keep an eye on you. Apart from all the other heroes there, you seemed to be the most introverted in certain aspects. Which was strange. It didn’t seem like you had trouble interacting with anyone. It was just the way you would physically distance yourself that made him question what was really going on.
“Is it true that you can heal people with just one touch?”
“I heard that she healed five!”
“Are you kidding me, that's crazy!!”
You aren’t sure where the rumors came from, of why they were now circling you like hyenas. It was all just friendly conversation, you knew that. But the closer they got, the deeper your panic became.
“Since you’re all free, maybe we should have a training session.” The baritone of Miguel’s voice made every one there tense, and one by one they seemed to form excuses to escape. When you were no longer the center of attention, Miguel just turned.
“Don’t pay any mind to them, they’ll get tired.”
You did an internal prayer, because he didn’t seem to realize anything was amiss. Walking a bit faster, you matched his stride.
“Has the program I installed been working correctly?”
He nods.
“Lyla was able to create a map. With any luck we might be able to completely close all of these breaches once and for all.”
It was a bit far fetched to predict that kind of progress right now, but he was hopeful.
“I noticed that Gwen has fully recovered.”
For a millisecond you could see tension, but it vanished just as quickly.
“I benched her for the rest of the month. She’s not too happy but I need to be sure.” As he said that, his eyes moved to you.
“I’m healed. Gwen is too. You shouldn’t punish her because you feel responsible.” His steps slowed.
“I understand that you feel obligated to protect everyone, but you know more than any of us that trying to save every single person is impossible. Gwen is resilient and selfless. To ask her to be anything else would be the same as taking her mask away. Everyone here has chosen to give their lives for the greater good. It’s a conscious choice. Nobody forced us down this path. Let her be a hero. If you don’t then she’ll just do it behind your back. That may be what causes her the greatest amount of harm.”
Miguel isn’t used to people rationalizing his decisions. Nor trying to go against them. You seem to understand his mindset a little better than he does.
“I’ll give her another week.”
You smile.
He may wear a perpetual frown, but you see it. How much he cares. It’s hard to miss.
The days continue on like this fairly easy.
Miguel is always ready for downtime. Even though it’s a bit unrealistic. He’s pretty much the designated babysitter.
The most recent noise outside proves his point.
The doors opened, and he rolled his eyes when he heard a bunch of rowdy spidermen roll in. Cheering for who knows what.
“Hey boss, check this out, (Y/N) just Sherlock Holmes an investigation on earth 19!”
One of them had a hand around your shoulder and the other was holding a cellphone, forwarding the video to Miguel’s screen. He briefly read the article, then directed his gaze back to you. They all appeared to be ecstatic at your success, but your face was turned in what Miguel could only describe as pain. Your eyes were directed at the floor and you were counting your breaths, fingers flexing and tightening impulsively. Miguel took a step forward, glaring down at the men.
“Get back to work.”
Nothing else needed to be said. The entire group of them scrambled off and when they were gone, Miguel returned his focus to you.
Your breathing improved quite a bit, but your eyes were still trained on the floor. He saw you close and open them a couple times, then you looked up. Your expression gives off such vulnerability. Now he was a bit concerned.
“Estás bien?”
He scolded himself for switching dialect.
“Are you-”
“I’m fine.”
Your tone was even, and you looked in the opposite direction, taking a step back.
It was quiet, so quiet. Usually he appreciated it, but in this instance, he could feel the tension and for once it wasn’t coming from him.
“I’m sorry. I promise you I can do this job. Y-You don’t have to get rid of me!”
It sounds as though you’re pleading and now he’s even more confused.
“Why the hell would I get rid of you? You’re one of the best that I’ve ever had. You’re a genius.”
Miguel wasn’t one to give out compliments, so it meant something to hear those words. Finally, it looked like you actually relaxed.
He still didn’t truly understand what was going on. He wanted to know. He needed to know why you’d reacted in such a way.
“Come with me.”
That’s all he said. Miguel turned his back, and you followed behind as he moved to the far right corner of that office. There was a door ahead with a code. He typed it in easily, and it opened. Miguel stepped to the side to usher you in.
Upon entry, the door closed and you were a bit surprised at the small room. It looked like a smaller office, except there was a bed to the left. From the looks of it, he’d probably spent many nights here. It was pretty spacious.
“This is where I come when I need a break from all those payasos.”
You can’t help but smile, and he offers you a seat. You take one graciously, and now he’s standing over with his arms crossed, peering down at you. His intention is not to intimidate, you know that. But his frame isn’t the most subtle. His expressions are also fixed in what one would assume is annoyance.
“Tell me.”
It sounds like a demand, but his tone is more of a question. You can detect just a hint of concern. Something that is not usually easy for you to spot from anyone.
“I..”
You aren’t sure where to start.
“I’m on the spectrum.” You let out in one breath.
Recognition flashes in his eyes and you lower your head. You hate that he won’t see you the same. You were so elated when you got there. Sharing theories and ideas with Miguel was the highlight of your time here. Now, whenever he looks at you, that’s all he’ll see.
Your disability.
“It’s a mild form, but it’s apparent. Certain touches, sounds, conditions, they affect me a little more than average. For the most part it doesn’t hinder my everyday living. Most people that know me would not be able to tell at first glance. They usually just say I’m strange, or funny. I don’t always understand sarcasm or that expression of reading between the lines. To be quite honest it makes no sense. Words are meant to stay between the lines that’s obvious. Yet the expression signifies something very different it just-”
You stop when you realize the tangent that you’ve just gone on.
Letting out a breath, you straighten in the chair, determined to show that you’re unaffected.
“Regardless, I assure you that this won’t get in the way of my duties in this society. I graduated the youngest at the academy. I’ve written four books on the study of criminal behavior. I have a PhD in Criminology and my closing rate of cases is the highest in my district as of last year. Despite my position as a consultant, I am very adept in every way.”
Miguel realizes now that you’re citing all this information to prove that you are capable. A task you’ve probably had to do many times.
It’s a defense to shelter yourself.
“I don’t care about any of that.” You look up a bit panicked. But the way he watches you isn’t what you’ve seen. He’s not trying to undermine your abilities. If anything, it looks like your confession has just reinforced his view of your position in this organization.
“The only thing I regret is that we hadn’t found out about you sooner. You’ve single handedly doubled our progression on stopping anomalies. You have nothing else to prove to me. At least you can follow basic orders. I have people out there who can’t seem to tell the difference between do and don’t.” He grumbles in Spanish, running a hand through his hair.
“So, you aren’t going to remove me from the organization?”
“I would be an idiot to do something like that.”
You can’t believe it. This is the very first time that anyone has not only accepted your quirks, but also encouraged you. The minute officials learned of you, there was always the subtle look of sympathy. But Miguel, he’s looking at you as an equal.
A comrade.
“Thank..you..” Your voice is a bit weak.
“I should be thanking you.” He steps forward to hold out a hand and you just stare. Miguel pulls it back just as quickly.
“Ah, sorry.”
You can tell it was an honest mistake. But you can’t help but smile as you jump out of your chair and hug him. He’s startled for obvious reasons.
“THANK YOU!!”
It's the first time he’s ever heard you raise your voice above the usual octave. When you finally release him, you’re wearing that brilliant smile and he curses internally.
Rated M (some violence & bad guy death, ineffables are fine.)
When Aziraphale finds out that Crowley has only been passing him the easiest jobs to do as part of the Arrangement, he insists that Crowley lets him join in on a more difficult one. When the next hellish order involves tempting criminals to smuggle humans, angel and demon must find a way to subvert the instructions to fulfil the task without harming any innocents. Crowley and Aziraphale pose as fellow gangsters to infiltrate the mob and take things in a more wholesome direction. Expect lots of comedic bickering.
Crowley does have a few darker moments, but all in the name of saving the innocent. There's plenty of light relief to make up for the brief violent bits. There's no smut in this fic, sorry! They're a bit too busy saving people to fall into bed together this time. Have some light pining on a par with the show instead.
10 chapters - I'll be uploading 1 a day for the next 10 days. Work is complete
