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The walk back to the main Head Quarters felt longer than usual, of course...it doesn't help if you have a pounding headache and a bunch of teenagers talking your ears off during the trail. Miguel groaned deep inside, he just needs some peace a quiet after returning from a mission, wondering why out of nowhere he is surrounded by the young ones and their rants about plans for the weekend. The constant movement next to him made his eyebrow twitch, already dealing with too much inside his head.
“For the hundred time, I told you I cannot keep track of every single thing you say to me. Remember I cannot hear you!” -you frowned at his exasperation, it’s as hard for you as it is for him, but you just wished he could be a bit more “attentive”-
“Rude” -you said and started walking away to join the other gang, at least they made the effort for you and welcomed your presence with open arms, Hobie being especially fond of keeping his arm around your shoulders-
“You finally stopped talking with that member of the socialism?” -he said loud enough for said man to hear. Miguel groaned a couple of steps behind, hating the way you warmed up at this man making fun of him-
“Hey, Y/N. We’re going to hang out later at the lodge, we’re going to have burgers and watch some…huh…how is the word again?” -poor Miles turned to see Gwen, as she chuckled and showed her hands-
“Rom comedies” -she signaled and you sighed, as much as you love the kids, you hate those movies-
“Your signs are getting better” -you, “said” to the spider girl, although saying is not completely accurate, given the fact that you’re mute and you go around doing sign language for everyone around you-
It’s been like this since the first day, when you arrived at the headquarters of the Spider Association, much to your shock…since you were barely 12 years old and the spider that gave you your powers had only bitten you five days before your universe would collapse due to a broken canon event…one that you didn’t even cause, but an anomaly did.
Your world literally crumbled around you and there was nothing you could do, nor had knowledge about how to use your powers, not until a wormhole full of bright colors appeared and, in the last moment, snatched you from the crumbling universe and into the lodge of the crystal building that now is your home.
Miguel himself had dragged you in as soon as your universe collapsed, you first saw him looming above you as you regained your posture and looked around. He was also younger then, age scratching the middle twenties as he rescued you from your impediment doom.
“You’re a Spiderman now. Whatever we do here, we do it for the safety of the multiverse, and now your powers will help us too”
Multiverse…a word you definitely never learned…
You looked down at your hands, wondering how to move them at the moment, but your silence made him impatient.
“Didn’t you hear me? I’m telling you that you need to learn how to use your powers, the multiverse depends on it…” -you looked up, this…adult, had anger issues, but you swallowed, opening your mouth…even if no word came from it-
“Sorry…I…don’t know what to do…” -you moved your hands in front of him, the realization hit him like a truck, and he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose-
“Por un demonio…”
You’re mute, he didn’t stop to check your background, being a new spider…girl, registered barely days before that universe would collapse. He had no idea…and now he doesn’t know how to deal with you, what to do about this situation.
Miguel sighed, you’re already here and you have nowhere to go now. Better being with introductions.
“Come, I’ll show you around. Lyla, please download the sign language manuals on my computer.”
“As you wish, boss!” -the shrieking voice made you jump, but then grabbed your shoulder with a hand and guided you inside. Somehow…even if you didn’t know this man, you trusted him-
He’ll keep me safe…
Thirteen years had gone by since that day, you had found your place in the Spider Society and you were a decent spider woman, understanding your powers wasn’t easy and they were scary at some point, but Miguel never let you down. He also tried to learn sign language at his best, but his eyes cannot keep track of your conversations unless he’s paying full attention, thankfully, you don’t hold long conversations all the time.
You are a quiet presence, but you definitely had a presence in the place, everyone loves you…on the contrary that everyone is scared of him, but not you…or Mayday, even these kids now didn’t respect him anymore…although Peter B. never had in the first place.
You were his right hand, he trusts you the most among the higher ranks, proven yourself through missions and success, not needing to say a word. You spoke with actions, rather than words; checking everyone around, taking tasks from Jessica when she left to have her baby, helping Miles to find his place after the whole “crashing the multiverse” thing happened, and taking care of Miguel when he spent hours at night working, usually for you to end up sleeping on his table, head on your arms.
Sometimes. you even babysit Mayday, letting her crawl her way up Miguel’s frame as he typed furiously on the screen, your hands quickly catching her as she fell off his shoulder.
Miguel would never say it out loud, but you are his favorite person to hang around, your food brings him back to life when he’s starving, and his stubbornness didn’t allow him to ask for food. He can be very protective of you too, noticing your grimace as the teenagers tried to kidnap you for their stupid movie night.
“We have work to do. Remember that we still need to monitor universe 736 for any anomalies after the…” -you removed yourself from Hobie, sighing deeply with your hands on your hips, nodding before he could continue-
“Right, reports, anomalies. Let’s go, so I can have my weekend to myself. Enjoy your party kids”- you waved goodbye at the energetic group as they walked away, taking another deep sigh before looking up at Miguel, him lingering in his middle thirties while you thrive at 25 years old didn’t seem to matter, you two are old souls with tired bodies-
“Thank you” -you smiled at him, and he nodded, tapping your head as he signaled for you to follow him-
“Come one, let’s grab something to eat. We do need to work” -your eyes rolled, but you followed behind until you picked up his pace-
“Movie afterward?” -he sighed but nodded either way. He could use a movie to clear his mind off-
“Sure, your pick” -you smiled and did some little jumps, earning a chuckle from him, not understanding how you can have so much energy and still put up with him-
You blinked as the white noise filled the space, screens showing nothing but credits in the background, stomach full and back aching as you moved to sit up again, Miguel’s couch is huge…since he cannot fit in any other type of couch, but it makes it harder for you to reach the ground, feet dangling in the air as you looked around, trying to remember what was happening.
Right…we were watching a movie…
You blinked tiredness away and looked up, Miguel also sleeping next to you, head supported by one hand on the armrest as he snores, his other hand resting on the back of the couch, right behind you. He looks so different when he’s sleeping, relaxed and calm, not like his usual serious face.
You moved off the couch and looked around for a blanket inside the office, the man literally works, eats, and sleeps here. Finally, finding one warm enough, you walked back and covered his giant form with it, carefully moving his head off his arm to let it rest on the back of the couch, his trust in you being such that he didn’t jolt awake and let you move him around easily. A deep sigh left you as he was mostly in a comfortable position now, you pondered the idea of returning to your room, but the couch seemed a better option.
Curling on the other side of the couch, you fell asleep on the cushions, head close to his leg. You woke up the next morning, alone, covered with the blanket and a pillow underneath your head, the sound of Miguel’s fingers typing furiously on the computer, he probably knows you’re awake now, but you could steal five more minutes, they won’t hurt anyone.