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“Smile, querida!” Y/N looked up from the book in her lap, smiling as she realised Miguel was standing with his phone in hand, getting a picture of them both.
“Take another, I wasn’t facing the camera!” She laughed as Miguel sat beside her once more, clicking on the photo and showing her. Miguel is stood to the left, smiling into the camera while YN is sat on the picnic blanket smiling up at him with adoration in her eyes.
The newest addition to Y/N’s collection of rings glittered in the sunlight on her left hand’s ring finger. Miguel had proposed just a week before.
The couple weren’t getting any younger, and wanted to sort their priorities. Y/N was moving into Miguel’s house, and their wedding was to be scheduled for a year’s time.
“I’m getting this printed and framed, just you wait! This will start our collection of photos in our home, mi amor.” Our home. Y/N would never get tired of hearing it.
As he said, the picture was framed on their bedside table the day after. Even years down the line, it never moved from that spot. Not when they changed the furniture, not when they upsized their house, not when Miguel met his untimely demise at the hands of a villain Y/N failed to contain.
It never moved from their bedside.
Y/N swung across the city towards the house she still occupied, and climbed through the window straight to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed with an exasperated sigh, pulling off her mask and discarding it at her side.
She closed her eyes, imagining a world where they were both together again. Y/N knew her dream could never come true, but never stopped dreaming.
Y/N would reminisce about the fond memories she kept of her husband and their life plans every night before falling into slumber. Her heart always broke as she remembered Miguel never knew that she was pregnant before his death.
All she wanted was the opportunity to have a family with the love of her life one more time.
As she stood up to remove her suit and change into pyjamas, a black hole surrounded by multicoloured spots opened up in the ceiling. Things around the room started floating, gravitating towards the black hole.
The web Y/N shot only just managed to connect with the mask in the air before she was sucked through the… portal? She quickly pulled the mask securely over her face as she rapidly flew through an unimaginable tunnel.
It was too late once she realised she was heading for a window-like image of a dark room. With a yelp, she fell into a heap on the floor. Y/N scrambled to her feet, facing the portal which quickly closed in on itself while laughing nervously.
“Lo siento! I came through this portal which… just disappeared?” Her voice trailed to nothing as she turned and caught the eye of someone terrifyingly similar. She pulled off her mask, almost trying to see if the mask was deceiving her sight.
Miguel had recognised her voice instantly. As soon as she was spat out of the portal, he knew it was her. Her voice, her appearance, her perfume, everything was the same as his wife who died a year earlier.
But it wasn’t her . Only a variant of her from another dimension, in which it seemed their Miguel was dead based on how Y/N was acting.
“...Miguel?” Y/N’s voice was nothing more than a whisper. Her lips parted in shock, her eyes beginning to fill with unshed tears.
“Oh, Y/N…” Miguel was breathless as he reached to hold her face in his hands. She sobbed and surged forward to hug Miguel, but fell to the ground in a burst of colour and a cry of pain.
“Mierda! Lyla!” Miguel didn’t need to elaborate before Lyla was on it, creating another watch around Y/N’s wrist. Her chest heaved, looking up at Miguel. “Your atoms don’t agree with being in another dimension, this will stop the cellular degeneration.” He quickly explained, helping her up from the floor.
Y/N could ask questions later, she needed to hug her husband. With a sob, she quickly wrapped her hands around Miguel. It had been three years since Y/N had been able to relax in an embrace like this.
They hugged each other for a few minutes, comforted by each other. “Smile, querida.” He pulled away slightly to look into her eyes, and watch as she smiled through her tears.
They finally pulled away properly minutes later, tears spilling down their cheeks. Miguel took the opportunity to explain the Arachno Humanoid Poly Verse, or simply the Spider-Verse.
“I’m not your Miguel, and you’re not my Y/N. My Y/N died a year ago.” His hands stayed on her shoulders, a comforting gesture.
“My Miguel died three years ago.” Y/N sniffled, speaking with understanding as she looked up at the variant of her husband.
He led her to the middle of the room, where a holographic computer system displayed multiple pictures and video clips from his dimension. In each, there they were. Miguel and Y/N, side by side again, regularly accompanied by a young girl who was always smiling.
“So… In another universe, that’s..?”
“Our daughter, Gabriella.” Miguel confirmed, smiling.
Fresh tears formed rivers down her face. “I was expecting a daughter when my Miguel died, I miscarried the day after.” Sobs teared from her throat. “We were going to call her Gabriella. Oh, mi pequeña ángel…”
Miguel pulled her closer by the waist, holding her against his side in a protective hug. Y/N leant against his shoulder as her eyes flicked between every screen.
The door to the office opened with a creak that neither of them noticed. Jess went to walk inside, when she was interrupted by Lyla flicking to life in front of her. Her heart-shaped sunglasses were on top of her head, pushing back her short brunette hair.
“Sorry, Jessie, you gotta come back later! Miguels having a moment with his wife from another dimension!” She spoke quietly, and Jessica’s eyes widened. She looked to the platform, and was shocked to see how Miguel was acting. He looked more comfortable than she’d ever seen him with anyone from the Spider-Society. Jess nodded and carefully closed the door, smiling.