#spider person reader

[orangeboulevard]

Pest Control! (Spider Person! Reader)

Part III

-> Part II

-> Part IV

Jason just wants to go to bed, but instead he has to deal with a spider. (GN!reader)

[I am a casual DC enjoyer, I'm not following any canon and if I accidentally mischaracterise characters- please shoot me]

Also tag list: @jasontood3904000 I never done a tag list before so you're my first one dude, I heart you

Before you knew it, two years had passed by like a flash. You were far from the scared young adult you were when you first arrived in Gotham- confused, hurt and forced to abandon your previous universe to restore the balance of order- thanks, Doctor Strange. Your only solace was the spell that erased all memory of you and your identity from the people of that world; it was easier to make a new place for yourself here, knowing that no one was waiting for you back home. 

Your years had been filled with working a multitude of different shitty cash-in-hand jobs, the only kind you could get with minimal questions- you didn't have a national insurance number, proof of citizenship, or hell, a high school diploma. It had all been left behind, and so you were forced to work from the ground up. It took a couple of months before you could even afford a half-decent place to rent, and it took too many sugar-sweet smiles and fake laughter at the sleazy old patrons of the clubs you worked at. Serving and bartending, not stripping. You wouldn't demean yourself to that... not yet anyway, when your super strength and stamina gave you enough skill to work construction for mostly consistent wages.

On the bright side, you still had your suit, even if it nearly broke you to deactivate and remove Karen, even your suit's A.I. hadn't been spared from Doctor Stranger's spell- she wouldn't allow you access to the suit, not recognising you. The absence of her calming voice was the final nail in the coffin. You were never going home; everyone you had known was either dead- Mr Stark, your aunt and uncle- or living lives better off without you. Happy, Ned, MJ... God, you needed to stop thinking about all of them. New beginnings meant leaving all that behind, 'it's only when we lose everything that were free to do anything'- or however the quote goes. 

Between being Gotham's 'Spider' and work, your life was pretty full. It definitely got even more full after you discovered the other vigilantes of Gotham- there was a whole family of them?? Like the Avengers but... more edgy. Having at least a decade of experience in vigilantism served you well in evading them at every turn, especially the one you'd run into the most- Red Hood. Your patrol areas must intersect because you find yourself at the receiving end of his batons one too many times for comfort. 

"Y'know, we really gotta stop meeting like this, Little Red Riding Hood." You grin under your mask, turning to look at his shadowed figure that you'd sensed pursuing you ten minutes ago. "I'm starting to think you're like- stalking me or something, you like me that much?"

"Do you ever shut up?" With his gruff voice-modulated reply, he promptly attempts to get the jump on you, diving to tackle you before you manage to slip away from his fingers again. 

Your back hits the floor of the rooftop, two hundred pounds of muscled man on top of you, pinning you down, "Oof!- Hey, there, big boy." You laugh like he's not the fear-inducing reformed gang leader turned vigilante he is, and wrap your legs around his waist- your thighs strong with corded muscle- and flip him onto his back like it's nothing. 

"I think I like this position more," You tease, the lenses of your mask narrowing with the cheeky smile under your mask. Red Hood's mask remains impassive, but his arms twitch under your hold, unable to break free from your enhanced strength. "Get. Off."

"Why? Feeling shy now?" You tighten your legs around his waist when he tries to buck you off. "And anyway! You tackled me first, I was just strolling around!"

Red Hood grunts in frustration, caught like a mouse in a trap- a very big mouse, but whatever, "Don't play dumb, you know you're not supposed to be playing vigilante on our turf."

"As if you can make that call, we're both illegally performing vigilantism, you bats just happened to be here first-" You scoff.

"-And Gotham continues to stand because of us. You're not needed, Meta." He spits back. 

"Tell that to all criminals I've apprehended, kittens I've saved from trees, the old ladies I help cross the street every day-"

"-leave the old ladies out of this-"

"Is this a fight or something else, Little Wing?" A terribly amused and entertained voice speaks up from behind you two, and you glance back to see Nightwing in all his tight Kevlar-wearing glory- oh, that suit does not have to be that tight. Well, yours isn't any better, actually, but you can blame Mr Stark for that, though. As if sensing where your thoughts had wandered to at Nightwing's appearance, Red Hood manages to shove you off him with your grip being loose- leave it to Dick to distract the enemy with his shiny glutes. 

You stand, hands raised, "What is this an ambush? You fellas tag-teaming me?"

"Don't call it that," Red Hood groans. Nightwing laughs, ooh, dimples. 

"I gotta say, Off-Brand Deadpool, I think I like this one better, no offence" You wave at Nightwing, who is unsheathing his escrima sticks as Red Hood readjusts his gauntlets, "But unfortunately, I can't stick around. Parting is such a sweet sorrow, cutie in the blue." You give a dramatic bow before taking two steps back and free-falling from the rooftop ledge.

"You're not getting away!" You hear Red Hood's disgruntled voice as he and Nightwing make to pursue you. You decide to fuck around with them, leading them round and round in circles like headless chickens for half an hour before finally absconding into the night. You pay for those shenanigans with the exhaustion you feel in the morning, rolling out of bed for work. 

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Later that week, you're returning home after a particularly gruelling twelve-hour shift at the construction site. Hands calloused, eyes stinging with fatigue and pants scuffed with dust and concrete, you're holding your jacket draped over your shoulder and opening your door with your free hand when a commotion stops you. 

Your neighbour's door slams open and a couple of dolled-up figures exit the place, voices excited and echoing questions about 'what club?' and 'whose driving?'. Your cheeks flush a little red at being found in your dirty work clothes, and especially when your eyes catch Jason's.

Damn, he looks amazing. It's a physical effort not to meow or something else ridiculous, "Looking good, handsome." You nod casually in greeting, an easy but tired smile on your face. 

There's a playful gasp, and the redhead you'd met briefly before, Wally, drapes his arm over your shoulders, "It's the total babe with the baking skills, how you doing?" 

"Doing just fine," You smile, indulging him. "Are you all going out? Stay safe out there, guys."

"Yes, we will!" Dick, Jason's older brother, whom you had actually run into once or twice more during his visits to his brother, salutes as he tugs on his jacket. "You should join us, actually. What do you think about that, Jay?" He asks slyly, and you glance at Jason; his eyes seem to snap up from where Wally's holding around your shoulders. 

"Uh, sure- that'd be great, but uh, you've been at work all day, right? You're probably exhausted," Jason fumbles slightly, brows furrowing as he shoots Dick a look that only people as close as they are can discern the silent message of. 

"Yeah, I am pretty beat," You scratch your cheek, not just that- they'd have to wait up on you while you showered and changed, and that was just a whole hassle you didn't wanna subject them to. Not to mention, you don't exactly own any cute club-worthy outfits, and drinks at clubs were expensive- you were perpetually broke between paying rent, utilities, and trying to save so you have something to fall back on, just in case. It'd just be so embarrassing to air all that- and give away the fact you were a loser chud with no friends, the mysterious charming neighbour act had been going good for you. "Sorry, maybe another time?"

Jason's shoulders slump slightly. Disappointment? Relief? His friend Wally groans in dramatic mourning, "Damn. What a shame, next time definitely."

"Sure thing." You nod and wave them goodbye as they leave. The smile slips from your face when they turn the corner of the corridor, their voices of elation and banter fading with them, and you push open the door to your quiet, lonely apartment.

There's the familiar pit forming in your stomach, which you know only a patrol will distract you from. A therapist would probably have a field day with you if you ever managed to afford to go, but for now, you'll stave off your aching loneliness and grief by fighting criminals. Gotham has plenty for you to choose from.

[pinkcanaryy]

how do you think the batfam would recruit a spider-person who gets bitten the same day they’re picked up?

like what would their recruitment process look like, i don’t really think they’d let the spider person know everyone’s identities and sorta just keep them under tim or bruce till they don’t look like a baby deer during their patrol

How the batfam would work with/recruit a new! spider person:

A/n: This is just my opinion. Feel free to disagree, It's never that deep.

Bruce would treat the Spider-Person less like a prospective vigilante and more like a biological hazard for the first several months

The thing about Bruce is that he is actually much more cautious with metahumans than fandom sometimes portrays.

When Dick became Robin, Bruce understood what Dick was capable of. Same with Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Cass. They were extraordinarily skilled children, but they were still operating within the limits of human capability.

A Spider-Person is not...

A newly-bitten Spider-Person is arguably worse because they have enormous power with absolutely no frame of reference for it.

Bruce would be deeply concerned by the fact that the kid could accidentally kill someone long before they were worried about whether the kid could survive patrol.

I think a lot of the Batfamily would assume Bruce is being overprotective at first, but then the Spider-Person accidentally tears a sink out of the wall while trying to steady themselves or leaves fingerprints in steel after gripping too hard, and suddenly Bruce's paranoia starts looking very reasonable.

They would almost certainly be kept under Tim's supervision rather than Dick's, which would irritate literally everybody involved

Dick is the obvious emotional choice. He's patient and js generally excellent with younger heroes

That's exactly why Bruce wouldn't choose him.

Dick's greatest weakness has always been that he assumes people can do things because he can do them.

And Bruce knows this

If Dick sees the Spider-Person successfully land a ridiculous aerial maneuver once, he'll immediately start encouraging them to push themselves further.

Tim, meanwhile, has the opposite problem

Tim assumes everyone is seconds away from catastrophic failure because that's how Tim himself experiences life.

A Spider-Person under Tim's supervision would spend months listening to explanations about risk assessment, situational awareness, contingency planning, and mission parameters.

The Spider-Person would be bored out of their skull (Bruce would consider this evidence that the training is working)

Tim would become increasingly frustrated because the Spider-Person keeps bypassing problems he spent years learning to solve.

A lock that would take Tim ten minutes to crack is bypassed because the Spider-Person simply climbs onto the ceiling and enters through a vent.

An ambush Tim carefully predicted is avoided because their spider-sense goes off

I think Tim would develop a very specific kind of resentment where he simultaneously admires their abilities and finds them deeply annoying.

Every training session starts sounding a little like:

"Okay, but if you DIDN'T have superpowers, what would you do?"

And the Spider-Person keeps answering

"But I do have superpowers."

Nobody in the family would be particularly impressed by the strength tbh

The Batfamily has met kryptonians, speedsters, Amazons, Lanterns, shapeshifters, and gods so super strength isn't something...new

The mobility might be!

A Spider-Person's movement is deeply unnatural by Batfamily standards.

Because they're moving in ways that don't make intuitive sense to people who have spent years mastering conventional movement

Cass would probably be fascinated by this almost immediately because so much of her fighting style depends on reading body language. A Spider-Person can attack from angles most fighters never even consider.

Dick would be obsessed with the acrobatics.

Damian would hate the acrobatics.

Jason would pretend not to care about the acrobatics while very obviously caring about the acrobatics.

Bruce would spend weeks reviewing footage trying to understand how the hell they keep changing direction in midair and it would make him rip out his hair

The identity issue would also be ridiculous

the Batfamily's security culture is borderline absurd?

Bruce would likely compartmentalize information heavily at first. The Spider-Person might know Batman's identity due to the circumstances of being taken in, but I doubt they'd immediately get access to the entire family roster.

The problem is tho that the Batfamily is catastrophically bad at keeping secrets from people who live with them.

They're excellent at keeping secrets from enemies

But they've got a track record with roommates and not being able to keep their identities hidden.

The Spider-Person would probably figure out Nightwing's identity accidentally within weeks of knowing him because Dick Grayson has never successfully concealed anything in his life.

The only people who might genuinely maintain operational security are Bruce, Cass, and Alfred. The rest would be a disaster.

I'm also not sure if a spider-person would survive Gotham?

A lot of Spider-Man stories take place in environments where Peter can afford to make mistakes. He gets hurt, he learns, he grows from there.

That's lwk NOT how Gotham works

The Spider-Person archetype tends to be optimistic, empathetic, and people-oriented. Gotham systematically attacks all three traits.

Bruce would probably spend far more time trying to teach emotional resilience than combat

Bruce would insist because he's already watched multiple children learn these lessons the hard way and has absolutely no interest in adding another name to that list even if ALL the Spider-Person wants to do is get out on that feild.

the Spider-Person would probably become the most socially functional member of the family too (Better than Dick or Duke, even)

Not bc they're healthier or anything but solely because the bar is in hell

Duke would absolutely adore Spider! person and they'd spend evenings skateboarding together.

Dick is Duke's favorite bat sibling, but you're easily his favorite Spider! person (even if you argue you're the ONLY spider person he knows)

A typical Spider-Person talks constantly and makes friends and allies just as easy

This is witchcraft to the Waynes (well, Waynes in spirit)

Commissioner Gordon would probably end up liking them immediately.

Civilians would esp adore them

I think they'd be the most likeable of the family as well, and I think with due training they could easily be allies with the Justice League

[soulflamesketches]

Could I request prompts #2 and #64 with Spider-man Noir? pretty please? I need all the fluff ☺️

I’m here. I have you. (Spiderman Noir x Reader)

Author’s Note: Of course you can have the fluff! I need some of this fluff too, mate, we all need a monochrome P.I. to cuddle when we’re blue. Hope you don’t mind that I made the reader a spider person. I also borrowed some elements from the PS4 Spiderman cause I thought they would be interesting to use in a fic. So if you haven’t played/watched the game… subtle spoilers?? I hope you enjoy!

Prompts: #2 “Hey, hey calm down. they can’t hurt you anymore” & #64 “Here, take my blanket”

Spiderman Noir is a solitary man when he’s in his home dimension. His world is hard and he’s learned to shut just about everyone out in order to protect those he does love. He doesn’t leave himself open a vulnerable to anyone.

It’s the same with his apartment. He doesn’t leave his apartment open to anyone, not many know where Peter Parker lives except for Aunt May. So he never has unexpected visitors. Never. He has made sure of that.

This is why Peter immediately grabbed his gun when he heard a frantic knocking on the door. Slowly inching his way to the dark grey barricade, ready to ambush whoever was behind it. But he froze as he barely heard a faint whisper.

“N…Noir…” 

Wait, what that (Spidersona name)?

“Please tell me you’re here….”

Alright, something’s wrong. He opened the door slightly to make sure that it was truly you that he was hearing. The sight before made his heart sink. 

There you are, colours and all sticking out like a sore thumb against his monochromatic world. But your suit was tattered and torn, red patches soaking through the spandex. You yelped as he yanked into his apartment, quickly shutting the door behind you. 

You winced, grabbing onto the nearby wall for support. but your pain couldn’t cease while your shoulders shook with your sobs. 

“What are you doing here? Some twit could have seen…..you….” Peter started off frantic, slowly coming to a stop when he took notice of your shaking shoulders. Then you fell to your knees.

“Doll?” Peter whispered gently, rushing to your side. You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed, unable to utter another word. Your hands were slowly moved away from your masked face, then the fabric of mask was removed from your tear-soaked face.

Peter’s heart broke to see your usually bright (e/c) eyes were clouded with grief and guilt. “Doll…” 

Despite your pain, you threw your arms around him and cried into his shoulder, catching the man off guard, but that didn’t stop his instinct to hold you in return. “Shh, shh” Peter whispered softly, slowly getting up and guiding you over to his couch. Your sobs becoming quieter as Peter caressed your cheek with his gloved hand.

Peter reached over to the medical kit he had kept under the couch, first pulling out a cloth, dabbing the wound on your face with a gentleness he only reserved for you. He helped you out of your spider suit so that he could help with your various cuts and bruises. 

Once you patched up, Peter grabbed a light grey blanket from the other room. “Here, take my blanket.” Taking his place beside you, he wrapped it snuggly around you. You had tried to refuse it, but Peter gave you his rare concerned puppy eyes. The ones you couldn’t say no to.

“I didn’t know where else to go…” you finally said after a long silence, looking him in the eyes. “What happened?” He asked gently like you were a scared doe. 

“I couldn’t save her.” you whimpered, your bottom lip quivering. “I could have stopped all of this from happening, but I couldn’t! I didn’t think, I didn’t try hard enough, I didn’t… I couldn’t– Olivia would have been fine if I had checked the algorithms if I had just been there when she called me. I was supposed to help her make the world a better place and I ended up creating a monster!” the tears started to fall again and the sobs returned.

Peter’s eyebrows knitted together as he watched you crumble before him. He cupped your delicate face in his large hands. “(Y/n)… You couldn’t have foreseen this. You save many, you lose some along the way.” He told you, trying to be gentle, but he still had his blunt view of the world. Your sobs continued.

He knew that you knew this fact as well, but the guilt didn’t leave your eyes. The woman who had taken you under her wing was no longer with you and in fact, hated you for trying to protect the city you vowed to. She was now in the same place as your other foes. They all haunted you.

“Hey, hey calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Peter whispered in your ear as he held you to his chest. “But they’re bound to escape! Ock was able to release them all from under my nose.” You scolded yourself as you said this weakly. What kind of hero were you if this could happen so easily?

Peter hushed you again “And you will be able to handle them. You are (Spidersona Name). You have everyone else on your side.” He stated this like it was fact. “We’re here. We have you.” He pecked your head, before tilting your chin up to look at him

“I’m here. I have you.” he sealed his vow by kissing you, pouring all the love he could give you from his barricaded heart.

[soulflamesketches]

Imagine being a Spider-Person from the 1700s. You and Noir like to talk about you eras, eventually picking up different slangs from one another.

Gif is not mine. If you wish to write an imagine based on this, go ahead. Just please tag me in them so I can read and reblog them :)

[tarjapearce]

Hi hi! Thank you for letting me go ahead and send it through! I didn’t want to overwhelm you, that’s absolutely fine still take your time and keep taking those breaks mamas!

I’ve seen a lot of single dilf Miguel x reader but I don’t think I’ve ever read where reader was a single parent. So I was thinking reader is new to spider society and on the day she’s told to join she has to bring her baby because she didn’t have a babysitter. Well Miguel sees her and it’s like he’s instantly drawn to her like sunflowers are to the sun, sunflowers move where the sun goes and when the sun doesn’t shine they face each other (She’s kinda like his day and night if that makes sense) but instead of acting on it he dismisses her but kinda admires her and her baby from a distance.

Well one day she’s having a small part for the main group and she invited Miguel because she always felt the feelings but also dismissed them. Then after the party he stays to help and the end up getting closer and yeah. It can be nsfw I don’t mind, I also hope this makes sense it’s been in my mind for a while and you’d be so good for this!

The rest is all up to you if you decide to write it pretty girl. Just remember to take your time and all the breaks you need. Mental, physical, and emotional health is important don’t overwork yourself 💕

Im so sorry this taken me soo long. Hope this make it justice 😊❤️. Thanks for requesting dear.

If it wasn't for the webs that stopped Rhino as he was about to deliver the last blow to you, you'd be certainly gravely injured or worse.

Another Spiderwoman, clad in a red, yellow and black suit had helped you through. Both of your minds in sync, that soon earned you the win over a now unconscious Rhino.

She introduced herself as Jessica Drew. Another Spiderwoman from another universe. At first her explanation of what the Arachnohumanoid-Polymultiverse was, had your head spinning and confused, but after quite a while of visiting you on duty, and clearing up as much questions you needed, you had been officially 'invited' to join, by Miguel’s orders.

You've never met the man, but the way people talked about him, made you not only curious but excited to meet him. Everyone described him as a good yet scary boss.

----

"Let's go"

"Hope you don't mind?" Your nervous smile reached Jess as you packed in your child's stuff in the baby sling. A couple of diapers, extra clothes and bottles.

"Look at this beautiful boy" Jessica held him as you finished packing up stuff, "Didn't know you had one"

"Oh, well. You never asked. Plus we always met on duty. The babysitter I get for him called in sick and I have none as a back up. Hope Miguel doesn't mind."

"What about his dad?"

Your head shook softly and sighed.

"He decided to not be part of our lives."

Jessica just nodded, lips pursing.

"His loss, really. Anyways, ready to go?"

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Not even in your wildest dreams you'd imagine something as The Babylon Tower or HQ as most Spiders called it, could exist. Different sort of Spiders paraded around and greeted Jess upon her arrival.

Some even greeted your toddler that cooed and giggled upon the many heroes that came his way.

"Let's get you to Miguel." Jess walked ahead and you followed, you baby's eyes wandered, marveling at the different colors and people. You'd sometimes make hamocs and web playgrounds for him to be more active. Your babysitter was the only person you could actually trust your identity, she had even helped you sometimes by calling the cops, or even fixing your suit.

Another man in a pink bathrobe approached and gasped at your baby

"Please tell me we're getting a Spider Parents exclusive division now."

You chuckled and Jess just rolled her eyes

"Sweetie, this is Peter."

"As in Peter Parker?"

"Nah. As in Peter Benjamin 'B' Parker."

"Oh... And whose that cutie over there?" Your eyes trailed to Mayday as she beamed at you.

"Mayday. A lil spider in growth"

"She has spider powers?! Oh my goodness!"

"It's chaos, I know. What about yours?"

"Normal baby so far. Should I be concerned?"

"Not really, it comes in the least unexpected moment and them BAM! Spider baby. "

You giggled as you made your way through the halls to a much more secluded and dark area.

"Miguel?"

Your baby couldn't help but babble as a hulking figure approached from the furthest corner.

"He's so dramatic" Peter whispered and again, you giggled under your mouth.

Jess introduced you both and explained your progress to him. Apparently they had been observing you for quite the time.

" I apologize for bringing my child. My babysitter called in sick."

"No problem."

Even though his voice was calm, the coldness in it made you recoil to yourself. His scrutinizing gaze fixed on you and your baby. By instinct you held him close.

Red eyes settled on yours, but the subtle stare contest was interrupted by the anomaly alarm.

-----

As your time in the Spider Society advanced, your interactions with Miguel improved significantly, and by that it'd mean longer conversations, a joke here and there and of course moments so subtle between you both that you had to be quite analytical to know that he gave glances your way or lean to you slightly whenever speaking to him.

Not that you were inmune to his looks, but his patience stood proudly among his other virtues. And to your surprise he seemed to handle Mayday well enough. What actually made you to be drawn to him is that in one of your many occasions that you couldn't leave your baby boy alone, and brought him into HQ with you, he'd be instantly looking for Miguel.

Your cheeks would flush impossibly red as your baby clung to his leg and erupted in a bubbly laughter.

"God, I'm so so sorry, he just... seem to like the blue alot."

An airy chuckle was everything that escaped his lips. Of course there was so many questions he'd want to do out of curiosity. He had noticed you didn't wear a ring, neither talked about the baby's father. It was something he never seemed to coax out of you. No matter how subtle he was about it.

Pa pa

You both froze as your baby mumbled and grabbed a few strands of his hair.

"I'm so sorry..." You pried the baby away from him and fled the place as soon as you could. He just watched you leave, the inner turmoil in his heart was surely playing dirty. The way the baby had clung to him, and climbed ontop of his chest made his heart to leap after a long long while.

-----

You had been avoiding him, for sure. Ever since your little incident with the baby mumbling his first words, you had taken your distance with him. Of course you weren't ready for your baby's actions, but the fear of going through all that again, had surely dismissed all possible blooming feelings you had for your boss. Besides he seemed way too busy and aloof to try and pursue anything with anyone.

Not that you blamed him, the multiverse depended basically on him. It was for the best.

----

The moment you were falling asleep, your Spider senses tingled so hard you had a little headache coming your way.

Dread settled on your brain as your baby boy screamed and wailed.

No No No!

You were already darting towards his room, and pulled him with one of your webs towards you, holding onto him for dear life as the creature shredded his crib to bits with its elongated talons.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden action, your baby kept wailing in fear, earning the humanoid like creature to snap it's attention to you. You were fast, but the creature was faster and sliced through your flesh in one of your sides. You fell on your back protecting your son from the impact with a groan.

You needed to get out, or at least put your baby out of danger.

Survival mode kicked in as you dodged and took as much damage as you could from the creature that seemed way too keen into hurting your child.

You fought but exhaustion was taking over, the blows of the creature only seemed harder and powerful, but no matter what your priority was to keep your child safe, even if it costed your life.

The creature pounced on you, but the final blow never came. There was a commotion as you tried to get up, all you could hear was inhuman shrieks, growlings and finally the engine of a too familiar motorcycle revving up.

Your baby was pried away from your hands and you whimpered

"N-No!" even in your injured state, your mother instinct kicked in.

Your name was called, several times until you were held against a sturdy yet warm body with such care and tenderness that stilled your thrashing body. Vision blurred, but the last thing you saw the led lights of a blue and red suit, red eyes staring at you with concern.

-----

You woke up in HQ's medical bay. Pain surging through your body as you tried to sit down, Miguel's hand stopped you. Face with his ever permanent frown and something else. Worry.

"Where's... Where's my baby?"

"He's fine. Out of danger." His hands reached for a new set of bandages, he took your arm gently and began replacing the bandages himself, some were stained in a fresh layer of blood.

The silence fell upon you both until he decided to break it.

"You... were brave. We still don't know what that creature was, yet you didn't hesitate to fight back."

"It was going for my son... If I would've got there a second too late..." Voice broke and eyes filled up with tears.

The knot only tightened around his throat upon remembering the anomaly alarm in your world and saw you fighting for your son's life. He didn't think twice before jumping into action.

"The anomaly was terminated."

Terminated, not contained.

"I see"

"Your safety is all that matters to... this organization"

To me

You nodded

"Thanks."

----

He had learned that you were a single parent thanks to Jessica. Something he had trouble understanding sometimes. How could a man abandon his own family? He'd give everything to have one more chance and at least make things right, he wouldn't interfere with Gabriella, no matter how much he'd like to, just to keep her safe and alive.

But seeing you fighting for your son, made that side of him he thought buried forever to claw back full force on him. You were a great mother that wouldn't hesitate to attack and lash out at everything that menaced your son. It was the last straw for him.

----

A couple of months had gone by since your incident, and as a retribution you had decided to do a small gathering. Not only to say thanks to them, but to also celebrate your son's birthday.

Wounds were properly healed thanks to Miguel's attention and cares. Music echoed through your apartment. You weren't sure he'd show up, but the invitation was delivered to him.

Your son was having the time of his life as Peter and Jess played with him. Mayday was such a great play date and everyone seemed to have a great time. A portal was open to your kitchen and Miguel stepped out. Suit underneath civilian clothes. It was weird to see him out of the blue and red suit you were always used to see.

"Hey" You smiled and he placed a little present in your hands.

"Hope he likes it."

"I'm sure he will, thanks."

Your smile turned bashful as he leaned on the kitchen counter. Your place seemed normal, cozy even. Full with your son and you pictures. One was cut out and the only trace of a man existing in your life was the forgotten hand you were oblivious in cutting out. And even so, he seemed unsure since his fingers were barely touching you or your son.

"Here." You offered a plate full of food, which he took and scarfed down.

"When was the last time you actually ate?"

His eyes locked on yours, wide by the sudden question.

"There is more if you want to."

"I don't want to overstep-"

"The rest already had their portion. And I frankly went a bit overboard with it. So it's fine."

Your baby's laughter roared from the other side, earning you a chuckle.

"I'm... sorry though"

"For?"

"Him, calling you that. I know what happened and I'm sure it's not nice to just-"

"Couldn't blame a baby. Is it... ok for me to ask what happened to the father?"

"He just decided that we weren't enough for him. So he went for a new one. Away from us."

His eyebrows knit deeper and a light scowl drew in his face.

"But, it's fine. It's less of a burden knowing that you don't have to raise another man child."

He chuckled and nodded

"You're a great mother." You served him another plate but stopped when the corner of his mouth was doused in sauce. Giggling you reached for napkin and got in your tip toes.

"Excuse me" You wiped his mouth and smiled, "Sorry, can't help it"

His hand went to the back of your nape and leaned down for a kiss.

"Lo siento..." (Im sorry)

It was something that felt out of his character, he knew much, but it couldn't be helped. You had come like a little storm that turned into a hurricane in his heart. And that harrowing night where he saw you fighting with everything you had, only grounded him into allowing himself to feel and experience for once.

You got in your tip toes again and pulled him down for a kiss. There was no words needed, just a look of mutual understanding and complicity between the both. A kiss in the palm of your hand sealed up the implicit deal.

You were his now.