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“So…” 

Miguel stands atop his platform, shoulders tensing at the younger spider’s voice.  This was not why Miguel had her in his office, he didn’t want to talk or goof around, he wanted to get work done.

And it seemed like Gwen’s sole mission was to not get work done.

He ignores her lame attempt to start another conversation and continues to look through the files on the screen in front of him.  She had been avoiding him rather skillfully lately, but she couldn’t avoid him forever (he is very persistent if you didn’t already know).

He purposefully sent her on a mission with none other than you, his (secret) pawn in his plan.  You played your role beautifully,  and brought Gwen to his office after the mission for your mandatory report, not realizing how nervous and jittery the teenager was on the way.  She accepted her fate as you were oblivious to her excuses to not see Miguel, always thinking of a simple answer to the point where she couldn’t think of anything else to say to get after it.  And you better believe Miguel didn’t let her leave with you when he finally got her in here.

“Hey, (y/n) I don’t think I should go see Miguel right now, I uh have…homework! Yeah, I have homework to do so I’ll be kinda busy!” Gwen starts to walk backward, each step getting larger and larger as she tries to distance herself from you, and Miguel even if he was far away in his office.  You look at her with narrowed eyes and a tilted head, not picking up her nervous behavior.

“It’s fine Gwen, it’ll only take like 5 minutes and Miguel will wring your neck if you don’t do the report with me,” You laugh her off as you turn back around to make your way to Miguel’s office, secretly giddy at the thought of seeing him even if Gwen would be with you.  You notice that no one is following you as you get halfway down the hallway, you turn to see Gwen frozen in her spot, “You coming?”

“M-my dad will worry, I should go.”

“Gwen, your dad knows about all this, you told me that, remember?  It won’t take long, I promise.” You think she’s worried about how long it would take, which makes sense. Miguel had the habit of drawing these out so he could “ get every single detail possible, nothing is too small ” or whatever it is he says.

“I don’t feel good! I really shouldn’t get Miguel, or you, sick. I have to go home!”

“Ok now you’re just stalling, come on Gwen you know we have to go.” You turn before she can answer, effectively shutting any argument of her’s down immediately.  She’s still frozen for a few seconds before she lets out a deep sigh and follows you to Miguel’s office.

You didn’t lie about the report being short, took a total of 4 and ½ minutes (Miguel always let you go from mission reports early, one reason why everyone loved going on missions with you).  You were bubbly and smiling the whole time, given it was the first time you had seen Miguel all day.  He even cracked a few smiles at some of your jokes, and with each one Gwen’s nerves lessened hoping his good mood would save her from the scolding she was bound to get.

“Alright, I’ll have Lyla write all that down and put it in the files, good work.” He said it more towards you but Gwen pretends it was for her too (it was a little, but if you’re there Miguel will always mean it more towards you).

“Thanks Mig! You want to grab some lunch with me?”

“In a second.  You go and I’ll meet you down there,” You smile and agree, leaving with a goodbye for both of them as you make your way to the door.  Gwen moves to follow you before Miguel’s voice rings out again, “Not you, Stacy, stay here.”

“Oooo, looks like you’re in trouble.” You’re halfway out the door when you speak, quickly shutting the door behind you with a laugh before Gwen can give you a death stare.

“Hey, Miguel! W-what did you need…?”

“You know why you’re here, you couldn’t avoid me forever, Gwen.” She sighs, giving up the innocent act at Miguel’s stern voice.  It seemed like his good mood had vanished with you out the door, leaving her with ‘un-fun boss Miguel’, as most of the spiders liked to call it.

And that brings her to where she is now, locked in the dark office with none other than Miguel O’Hara, the last spider in the whole universe she wanted to see.  He had Lyla lock the door so she couldn’t escape, and she tried to look for any other way she could wriggle out of the lair *ahem* I mean office, but to no avail.  Of course there were no weaknesses in Miguel’s office’s structure, it was Miguel O’Hara for Crhist’s sake.

“Are you ignoring me?” The most she gets out of him is a light ‘mhm’ as he continues to focus on the words in front of him.  Another sigh escapes her as she paces around the room, looking at all the equipment and decorations around her.

“Don’t touch anything, you’ll break it.”

“Ah, so the boss does speak!  Who would’ve thought after I’ve been stuck here in silence for the past 5 minutes.”

“If you didn’t want to be stuck in here with me, you should’ve done your mission report on time like you’re supposed to.” Miguel’s voice is laced with agitation.  He hits the holographic screens a little harder the longer he can't find the file he’s looking for.  The report was supposed to be done 11 days ago (surprising she could avoid him for that long), and all the recent reports had buried it far down in the system.  Lyla could easily find it on her own, but she wanted to watch Miguel struggle a little and ask her nicely for help.

“Everyone forgets a report once in a while, can’t you forgive this one and do it for me?” She tries to give her best puppy-dog eyes, but she isn’t you so it has no effect on him at all.

“How can I do a report for a mission I didn’t go on?”

“Security footage, maybe?” 

“Oh right, I could do that,” This is it Gwen! You’re getting out of here! “But I’m not going to, you have to learn your lesson.  You can’t skip mission reports.” 

She deflates at his words, of course he would play that trick on her. He's cruel, crueler than cruel, he’s straight-up evil (at least in her mind at the moment, it was actually a pretty good joke on his part, but she’ll only admit that later on).  She resumes her pacing, slowly walking between the various tables cluttered with stuff down below his platform.

Most of it is various tools or technology he’s been working on recently.  She doesn’t want to ask, she doesn’t like him right now after all, and she probably won’t get an answer.  So, she resorts to picking them all up and examining them to try and get a better clue as to what it is.  She never does, but it doesn’t hurt to try.

On one table she sees a familiar-looking watch, a yellow sticky note taped to the side that read “Broke again, gotta work on your tech, mate” , in very bad handwriting.  How did Hobie break his watch again, this was a weekly occurrence at this point.

With a laugh she looks at some of the other things on the table.  It looks to be filled with junk that people either bring to Miguel and he doesn’t want or what they leave in his office.

A familiar pink slipper lays on its side, how did Peter lose a slipper and not realize?

Another was a bright pink flier to a ‘Spidey Book Club, Open to Everyone!’, no wonder Miguel left that down here, can you imagine him in a book club?

The last thing she came across was the most interesting.  It was a picture with a similar yellow sticky note covering the subject of it.  Gwen pulls off the note reading the words to herself:

‘Have to remember to get this framed, it’s so cute :)’

She places the note to the side and holds the picture up to her face.  In the picture it’s you, Miguel, Jess, and Peter at some type of bar.  Jess is on the very left laughing at something as she looks off-camera to her side.  Peter is on the hard right, sipping his bright-colored drink through a straw.

That just leaves you and Miguel in the middle, the main two subjects.  You have your arm around his shoulders, basically hanging off of him.  In your left hand, you’re holding a drink out over the table, but your body is turned towards Miguel.  Your mouth is open in what Gwen can tell is a laugh as you look into Miguel’s eyes.

Miguel is also looking right at you, with a closed mouth (almost lovesick if Gwen could guess) smile covering his face.  He looks so happy as you stare down at him, happier than Gwen had ever seen him before.

“Where’s this from?” Miguel ignores her again and continues to ignore her until she clears her throat enough times to annoy him.  When he does turn around it seems as if the picture vanishes from between her fingers, fading glimpses of an orange web appear in the corner of her vision as the picture ends up in Miguel’s hands.

“I told you not to touch anything.” His mouth is snarled, fangs poking out from behind his lips.  Gwen should’ve known better than to snoop through his stuff, but if she was stuck in here for an indefinite amount of time she was going to keep herself entertained one way or another.

“I was just curious, it’s a nice picture.” Miguel turns back around and gently places the picture down on the desk.  He inspects it to make sure his web didn’t damage it in any way before turning back to the monitor.

She falls silent for a few minutes to give Miguel time to calm down a little.  He was already mad about her missing report, no use in riling him up more.

She looks back to where the picture lay originally, another one that was hidden below takes its place.  It’s a selfie, Peter holding the camera and positioned in the bottom left corner while you, Miguel, and Jess smile in the background.  You have your arms around both of their shoulders as they lean into you to fit into the picture.

‘Happy Birthday Boss Man!’ is written just below the picture in Peter’s distinct handwriting.  It’s close to chicken scratch, but she can make it out enough to realize what it said.  Miguel’s birthday? They celebrated Miguel’s birthday when no one else even knew about it.

“When’s your birthday?”

“None of your business.”

“Come on Miguel, you don’t have to be secretive about your birthday of all things!” She swings herself up to the platform and lands next to Miguel.  She eyes up the picture on his desk before looking at Miguel.  He doesn’t look back, just continues to stare at the screen before him as the file continues to elude him.

“He’s secretive about everything, Gwen, and his birthday is December 27th.”

“Lyla!” She gives him a sheepish grin as she shrugs her shoulders.  She’s floating next to the monitor he’s looking at, and while he’s distracted pulls up the file he was tirelessly looking for for the past 10 minutes, “You couldn’t have done that earlier?”

“It was much more fun watching you struggle, Miguel.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone it was your birthday?  We could’ve thrown a little party or something-” 

“That is exactly why I didn’t tell anyone, it’s my business and I don’t want a party.” Miguel’s voice interrupts Gwen’s mid-sentence.  His voice is still filled with agitation, but it seems to have died down from what it was earlier.

“I mean we still could that was only 9 days ago, I have to call Jess, or (Y/n), they would be great at planning-”

“No! I said no party, so drop it and do your damn report.” His fangs have popped back out, glistening in the orange light from the various screens in front of them.

She listens to him and starts to work on her report.  Since it’s so late now she can’t just tell him what happened and have Lyla record it like normal, she has to go in and manually type every last bit of detail she can so it meets Miguel’s standards.

Miguel gets to work on uploading the mission report you just gave him, reading it over to make sure everything looks good and is okay to submit.

They work in silence for about 10 minutes, Miguel had moved on to other things he needed to get done as Gwen continued on her report.  When she finally finished, she placed the tablet down on the desk and looked at Miguel.  She swivels back and forth in her chair, waiting for him to pay attention to her.

“What?”

“So, you and (y/n) huh?” Miguel freezes, turning to look at Miguel with narrowed eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s obviously like your girlfriend, right?”

“Excuse me?” Miguel’s voice has raised almost to a yell, his eyes starting to turn a deep, crimson red instead of the normal brown, “She is not my girlfriend, s-she’s my teammate okay?”

The slight stutter makes Gwen suspicious.  He seemed a little nervous under all the annoyance he was trying to convey, why would he be nervous if something wasn’t going on?

“I don’t know, you two seem to be very close,” Gwen rises to her feet, eyeing up the picture for more time.  Miguel’s eyes follow hers, and he knows the picture is not helping his case at the moment.

“She’s my teammate, I said that already.”

“Yeah I know you said that, but it seems like a little more than that to me.  She does seem to be your favorite out of everyone, and you always treat her nicer than-”

“Gwen, she is my teammate and…friend, now drop it.” Gwen looks as if she doesn’t believe him, which she probably shouldn’t since his answer was not convincing at all.  She decides to not push him any further for today and nods her head slightly.

“Ok, whatever you say, Miguel.” She hops down from the platform and makes her way to the door.  She stops with her hand on the door, pausing as she looks to where Miguel stands one last time.

“Happy belated birthday by the way, how old are you now? 40?”

“40?! You think I’m 40 years old-” Gwen closes the door behind her with a laugh before he can continue whatever he was yelling.  She knew Miguel was a private person, but she made it her mission to get to the bottom of this mystery.

—

The conversation (actually more like an argument, but whatever) stuck in Gwen’s head for the whole day after she left his office.  It wouldn’t even leave her mind in the days after, seeing as it’s three days after it happened and she’s still thinking about it.

There was no doubt in her mind that there was something between you two, but why would Miguel deny it so adamantly?  Was he really that private of a person?

(Yes, that and he didn’t like to get teased by the younger spiders)

It was bugging her more than it should have really, but she just couldn’t let it go no matter how hard she tried.

“So you guys think they’re dating too, right?” Gwen and her usual group of Spider friends (you know who) all crowd around one of the cafeteria tables.  It’s empanada day which means Miguel is definitely coming down to eat lunch with you, that’s what Gwen is waiting for.

She told the group about the pictures she found in Miguel’s office and how nervous he seemed when she questioned him.  She had to know if they thought the same or if she was driving herself crazy with this idea for no reason.

“They do seem too close to be just friends.” Miles is the first to answer as he takes a bite of his empanada, everytime he eats them he understands why Miguel likes them so much.

“Oh definitely, they look like they’re in love,” Pavitr puts his hands on his chest as he sighs at the end of his response, “Seeing them happy together makes me so happy.”

Pav has a dreamy look in his eyes as he stares off into the cafeteria.  He was always a romantic at heart so of course he was rooting for you two.  The rest of the group stares at him amused for a few seconds longer before going back to their original conversation.

“Eh who cares, he’s still jus’ as mean to the res’ of us ‘lower’ spiders.”

“Hobie don’t be like that!  Maybe if they are together and he doesn’t have to hide it he’ll be happier and not as strict with us!” Margo had decided to join them for lunch today (in her little avatar, not literally), and boy was she glad she did.  She loved gossip, especially when it came to Miguel and she loved to mess with him just as much as the others.

“Yeah I mean you guys should have seen that picture, he looked actually happy it was…weird.”

“Love isn’t weird Gwen, no wonder he looked happy, it's the best feeling in the world!”

“Alright Pav, you can cool it a little.” Miles interrupts him with his mouth full of empanada, a little but of the crumbs flying from his mouth and landing on Pavitr’s suit.  Pav’s eyes grow wide, picking up the roll of bread on his tray and chucking it at Miles.  Miles picks up more food from his tray to throw it back as they keep pelting each other with various items of food.

“Anyway, we have to get to the bottom of this,” Margo nods her head in agreement, her face matching Gwen’s determined expression, “Any ideas?”

They both stop to think of ways to get the truth out of one of you.  You would be much easier to break than Miguel, he would just get angry and be combative the whole time.  While you might resist for Miguel’s sake, but eventually give in if they pushed enough.

On the other hand, though, you wouldn’t be as fun to tease about it as Miguel would be.  They could picture it now; his cheeks turning red at the same time his eyes turn a similar color, his fangs (and claws) would probably pop out as he either tries to deny it or just yells at them to drop it.

Before they could really decide on what to do, Miguel walks into the cafeteria with a scowl on his face.  He marches right up to the empanada station and waits his turn to get his food, he’s not an animal after all he can wait in a line even if he is the boss.

He grabs three, along with some bread and fruit as a side.  He turns around and makes his way to a table in the far corner where you and Jess are sitting.  Gwen can see how your face lights up the second Miguel comes into your view, and the bright smile that covers your face as he sits down next to you.  You give him a quick little side hug, your arm wrapping around his shoulders as he leans into just as much as you lean into him.

Miguel joins in the conversation like he was there the whole time, the three of you enjoying your food and the company of your favorite spiders.

Margo was watching the scene unfold as well from her spot next to Gwen, shaking her head at how obvious you two seemed to be acting now that Gwen had pointed it out.  How had she not realized this earlier?

“I mean look at those two, there’s no way they’re not together!” Miles and Pavitr’s attention moves to Gwen as she speaks.  They follow to where she points as they all watch you and Miguel together from across the room.  Jess is now telling a story and you have your head resting on Miguel’s shoulder as you both listen to every detail that falls from her mouth.

“Wow, okay yeah, now I definitely see it.”

They continue to watch the three of you as time wears on.  Eventually, Jess gets up from the table and makes her way across the room, she seems to be making her way to the hallway most likely to go to the bathroom or something.

“Psst, hey Jess! Jess,” She turns at the sound of her name, finding the group of teenagers all staring at her, “Come over here!”

She furrows her eyes as she looks around the cafeteria, eventually she does start to walk over to the table.  All of the spiders sitting at the table are slightly hunched over, as if in a secret meeting.  Concerned, she stands at the head of the table waiting for them to clue her in on what they need her for.

“Why are you whispering?”

“We don’t want Miguel to hear us.” Even if they did whisper Miguel would still be able to hear them, they’re just lucky you’re there to (unknowingly) distract him so he can’t focus on what they’re saying.

“Why don’t you want Miguel to hear you? Are you planning something?” Jess puts her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow at the teenagers.  She’s giving them her best ‘mom look’ that always seems to work on the younger group of Spiders.  It’s what saved Miguel from a homemade ‘glitter bomb’ they planned to throw in his office after a successful mission, no one wants to know how Miguel would have reacted to that.

“Sort of…we want to know if (y/n) and Miguel are dating or not,” Gwen pauses as the whole group turns their attention back to Jess.  She lets out a little laugh before Gwen continues, “And we want to figure out a way to get them together if they’re not.”

“Because they’re so obviously in love!” Pavitr’s excited voice overpowers everyone else’s.  He’s so loud when he interjects that other spiders sitting around them turn towards them to see what the yelling was about.

“Pav! Be quiet!” Margo is quick to reprimand him, the whole point of whispering was so Miguel wouldn’t hear and he definitely heard that.  She looks up to see Miguel looking in their direction with furrowed brows.  She awkwardly waves with a tight smile, which seems to work enough because he turns back to you with a roll of his eyes, “You almost got us caught!”  She slaps the side of his arm when Miguel turns away, earning a whiny ‘ow’ from the spider.

“So, are they?” Miles gets the conversation back on topic as he looks back at Jess for an answer.  The others follow suit and when everyone’s attention is on her, Jess sighs and stares back.

“Whether they are or aren’t is not my business to tell any of you, stop being so nosy.” She starts to turn around, going back to her original destination before she’s stopped by the group again.

“Wait! But if we do this then maybe Miguel could be happy, and not mad all the time!” Margo’s words are met with various forms of agreement from the group, becoming more desperate to get an answer the more it seems like they aren’t getting one.

“I think Miguel’s natural state of being is mad, but if you’re so curious just go and ask them.”

“We can’t ask Miguel! He’ll like...kill us, or something.”

“Then that might be your sign to drop it.” Before they could respond, or demand an answer again, she walks off and out of the cafeteria.  The group is left there with the same unanswered questions they had before, and no closer to the truth either.

“Do you think Peter would tell us?”

“Miles you’re a genius, of course Peter would tell us!”

—

“That’s not my business to tell you.”

“Oh come on Peter, you’re supposed to be the fun one!” The conversation they had with Jess took them nowhere, not a single answer, not even a single crumb of a clue to get them closer to the truth.  So they went with the next best option, Peter B. Parker.

After Jess, and you of course, Peter was Miguel’s closest friend (or in Miguel terms: closest aly that some people would call my friend but I wouldn’t out loud).  Peter was also in the picture from Miguel’s birthday so he would surely know what was going on between you two, right?

They assumed Peter would be a lot easier to break than Jess was, I mean it’s Peter for crying out loud.  He loved to talk, whether it was gossip or not, and he loved Miguel like a brother, a brother that tries to say they aren’t friends all the time, but still a brother nonetheless.

How could Peter not want to talk about Miguel and his love life?

“Hey, I am the fun one and you know it,” Peter points a finger accusingly at them as his eyes narrow, he takes a second of pause before continuing, “Besides as I said, it’s not my business to tell.  Ask Miguel if you think something is going on.”

“He would kill us before he gave us an answer, you know that.” Gwen raises her eyebrows at him, daring him to argue her point with a straight face.

“Okay fair point, but still my lips are sealed.”

“Is that your round-about way of saying they are together because your lips are sealed because you can’t tell us because Miguel would-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there Margo,” Peter puts an end to her rambling with an exasperated sigh, holding his hand up to stop her from even thinking of continuing to speak, “You guys are weird for even caring about this.”

“Is it really so weird to care about the happiness of our boss?” Peter’s expression is enough to tell them he doesn’t believe that for a second.

“Riiiight, and I can sing like Paula Whittier.” 

“....who?”

“You don’t know? She’s a famous–you know what, never mind doesn’t matter.  The point is, stay out of Miguel’s business, he won’t like your snooping,” He gives them the sternest look he can muster up before turning to walk out the door.  Before he leaves them alone, he looks back one last time, “I mean it, you guys should really drop it.”

The teenagers don’t respond as Peter takes his leave.  Gwen sits and thinks for a bit, maybe she should just let it go and save herself from being torn into by her boss.  On the other hand, she wants nothing more than to know the truth about you two, she has no idea why it’s itching at her so much but it is.

“Maybe he’s right.” Margo sounds defeated when she addresses the group after the silence, looking down at her feet as she contemplates what Peter said.

“We can’t give up now, I don’t know about you but I’m determined to get to the bottom of this.”

“Miguel is not going to be happy.” Miles’ voice is heard for the first time in the past 10 minutes, he had been silently observing and listening the whole time just never putting his 2 cents in.

“Miguel’s always unhappy, it’ll be like normal.”

“If you say so, Gwen.” Margo still looks pretty apprehensive but is trusting enough to believe in Gwen and her ironclad determination.

—

“Oh mi amor, there you are.  I’ve been waiting for you all day,” Miguel greets you as soon as you walk in the door to his office.  He usually would be standing on his little platform waiting for you to join him as you always did, but today had been long (gruelingly long) and he couldn’t spare any extra time away from you, “I missed you.”

“Mm, I missed you too Miguel.” You could barely respond before he pulled you into his arms.  He squeezes you to his chest with all his might as he places the lightest kiss on the top of your head.

His fingers land under your chin and delicately tilt your face up to his, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.  His other hand comes up to hold your cheek, keeping you in place as your noses bump against each other each time your lips connect.

“Odio cuando me dejas por tanto tiempo.” (*I hate it when you leave me for so long) His breath fans across your face as he speaks, not daring to move back too far in fear of losing the warmth your body radiates.  His eyes flicker down to your lips every few seconds you’re separated.

His words make your heart skip a beat.  Knowing how much he missed and craved your presence you filled your heart with joy.  You missed him just as much, even if it was only for a few hours when you had to go to work.

“I hate it too, Mig, I always want to be with you.” His breath shutters at your words, you can feel the staggering exhale of air across your face as he closes his eyes.  He shakes his head slightly as his mouth forms into a smirk.

“Oh cariño, you’re making me blush.” You push him away from you with a snort, his own laughs filling the space between you.

“You’re stupid, Mig.”

“But you love me, no?” You scoff and roll your eyes at his question.  Of course you love him, how could you not?

He takes your hand in his and pulls you into him again, except this time he takes you in his arms and slowly backs you up until the top of your legs hit a table behind you.  You rest on it as you slightly push your chest into him, he cages you there with his arms as they land on both of your sides.

“You do love me, don’t you, cariño?” His words are whispered into your ear, his face inches from the top of your neck.

“Of course I love you, Miguel.”

“I like hearing you say it.” He reconnects your lips with his.  Your mouths move passionately against one another once again as he sighs into your mouth.

You two are stuck in this little dance for quite some time, making up for all those hours you had to spend without him.  No matter how much you hate to leave him, moments like this make it a little more bearable knowing this is what you’ll get in return.

The little bubble you two have created is quickly popped as Miguel abruptly pulls away from your lips.  He turns towards the door, eyes narrowing as he just stares at it unmoving.

You’ve been through this song and dance many times before so you know exactly what he’s doing without even asking him.  It’s odd how he always acts the same way when it happens, but it clues you in on what he’s doing without him having to say it.

“Someones coming, aren't they?” His sigh is enough of an answer for you.  He gives you one last kiss before pulling away from you and taking a few steps back.  He stands opposite of you, out of arm's reach to make you two look as unsuspicious as possible, “Who is it?”

Miguel pauses and looks back towards the door again trying to make out who it is walking to his office.  He can hear Gwen, Margo, and Peni’s voices as they get closer and closer to the door.  They had gone on a mission earlier, one Miguel sent them on, how could he forget about the report they would have to do after?

“Gwen, Margo, and Peni, they have a report to do.”

“You should’ve told me that before, now I just want to keep kissing you.” You whisper the last part, not wanting to risk the other hearing and having to deal with an embarrassed (and angry) Miguel.  He lets out a quiet groan just as the door opens and the three girls walk in.

“Haré que se vayan rápido, no te preocupes.” (*I’ll make them leave quickly, don’t worry)

“Miguel!  We’re back from–(y/n)? What are you doing here?” Margo’s eyes narrow as they land on you.  Even if you're standing feet away from Miguel just the fact that you two are together at all raises suspicion in the two girls’ eyes (Peni has no clue what’s going on at the moment).  You don’t break your calm demeanor when you respond, much to their dismay.

“Talking, as humans tend to do.”

“Right, in Miguel’s office, all alone?” What should have been a statement comes out as more of a question (or accusation, depending on how you look at it) coming from Gwen’s mouth.  Her eyes follow Margo’s, narrowing in suspicion as they bounce between the two of you every second that ticks by.

“Where else would I find Miguel, if you didn’t know he’s something of a workaholic.”

“You could say that again!” Lyla appears out of thin air, hovering above your shoulder.  She (pretends) to lean her weight on the side of your head, crossing her legs as she looks at the other spiders occupying the room.

“Actúas como si no pudiera oírte.” (*You act like I can’t hear you)

You don’t respond, instead you laugh lightly as Lyla joins you from your shoulder.  The younger girls are still looking between you two, trying to get any answers they can.  They’re basically getting ignored right now which doesn’t help their cause at all.

“Anyway, why are you three here?” You bring the conversation back to the other spiders, trying to get them done and out of here as soon as possible.  You already know why they’re here, thanks to Miguel, but the question is asked anyway.

“We just got back from a mission!  It’s report time!” Peni, none the wiser to the weird/suspicious tension in the room, answers back in her usual cheery voice.  She has a bright smile on her face most likely from a successful mission she was eager to tell you both about.

“What was the anomaly?”

“Electro variant.” All three of the girls answer in unison, waiting for Miguel’s next question.

“Did you capture it?”

“Yep.”   “Yes sir!”   “Yeah.” The three answers overlap each other, but Miguel still understands each of them.

“Any civilian casualties?”

“No sir!  It was in an abandoned industrial building, not a civilian in sight!” Peni, always the happy one, answers excitedly.  Miguel nods his head as he glances over to where you stand.  With each look he gives you he’s more eager to wrap this up as soon as he can.

“Are any of you hurt?”

“No, we all feel fine, right guys?” They all agree with various versions of yes, nodding their heads in unison as they check each other for any obvious injuries.

“Go get checked out by the Doc anyway.”

“But Miguel!  We said we’re fine!”

“I said that once too, and it turned out I had a gaping hole in my side.  So go to the med bay and get checked out,” Miguel gives them a stern look, he was never one to play with injuries.  He looks at you again, you have a similar look on your face, when he makes eye contact you raise your eyebrow and motion towards the girls in front of him, “Please.”

“Ok, ok we’re going.” They sigh in defeat, knowing they can never win in a fight against Miguel.  People often forget just how stubborn the boss is, they’re quickly reminded anytime they disagree with him.

They start to head towards the door, Gwen and Margo look back to you two every so often to see if anything was happening.  Peni skips ahead of them, and when her hands are on the door ready to push it open she stops with a loud gasp.  She turns back towards the middle of the room, running straight to Miguel.

“I almost forgot!  My watch has been doing this weird thing lately, sometimes when I try to open a portal it gives me this weird error message and then I have to try like 2 or 3 times to get it open, and even then it won’t always open and it makes this weird beeping sound like it’s going to explode–!”

“Peni! Slow down, I can’t even understand you.”  You cut her off with a laugh and place a hand on her shoulder.  She had a habit of talking faster than your ears could listen.  She couldn’t help it though, she was just that kind of person.

“What about your watch?” Miguel pinches the top of his nose, letting out a breath of annoyance.

“It’s pretty glitchy when I try to open portals, and it beeps a lot.”

“I’ll fix it tomorrow, bring it to me in the morning.” He marks the end of the conversation with a turn, facing his platform as he makes his way toward it.  Peni looks a little confused but ultimately accepts his answer, at least it’s getting fixed sometime.

“Now that I think of it, my watch has been doing that a little too.” You rotate your wrist around, inspecting the technology that sits upon it.  Miguel immediately turns back around, beelining it straight for you.

“Your watch is messing up too?  Give me a second,” He swings up to his platform in the blink of an eye.  Faint sounds of him rummaging around can be heard by the group below him, all of you patiently waiting for him to return with whatever it is he wanted to get.

After about 30 seconds of him being up there, he jumps down and lands in front of you.  Your wrist is taken delicately in his larger hand as he, too, inspects the watch.  He slides it off and replaces it with the temporary, ‘one-day pass’ wristbands.

“Lo arreglaré lo antes posible.” (*I’ll get this fixed as soon as possible)

When Miguel makes no move to take Peni’s watch, or even acknowledge the other three spiders in the room, Gwen clears her throat.  You and Miguel focus your attention on her, she has her hands on her hips as her narrow eyes flit between the two of you.

“What about Peni’s watch, Miguel?” Her tone is one that Miguel does not like.  It’s slightly accusatory, with a hint of innocence to lower suspicion.  It works with you, but Miguel remembers the conversation (more like a mini-argument) they had about the picture and he knows exactly what she’s doing.

“I was going to get hers next.” His voice is strained as he responds, his teeth clenched as his lips form into a small snarl.  They stare at each other, a standoff that neither are willing to lose.  You don’t pay attention to what they’re saying, you’re talking to Lyla (who magically appeared on your shoulder when Miguel’s attention was stolen) as you both try to figure out what could be wrong with your watch.  Peni and Margo watch the staring contest happening between the two, trying to stifle their laughs (which Peni is not very good at).

“It’s okay Miguel, we all know she’s more important to you anyway.” Peni’s voice is laced with amusement as Miguel turns to her.  His eye twitches as the girls continue to tease him.  He has to bite his lips to prevent his fangs from popping out, it’s not worth getting that mad Miguel (that’s what he’s trying to tell himself anyway, it’s not really working).

“Aw Miguel, am I important to you?” Your voice cuts through unexpectedly, Lyla had gone to run some tests on your watch which allowed you to tune into the conversation at the last minute.

Miguel’s cheeks start to turn pink, and he can no longer stop his fangs from showing themselves.  His fists clench at his side as he mutters under his breath in Spanish.  He turns to you, eyes slightly red as his lip trembles with annoyance.

“No empieces.” (*Don’t start)

You hold your hands up in mock surrender, your eyes gleaming with mischief as your lips curl into a smile.  His mood lightens a little at your smile, he really can’t help it when you look like that, but he doesn’t show it to Gwen.  That would tell her she won, and he was definitely not going to let her win.

“So, Miguel–”

“Just give me the watch Peni, it should be done in the morning,” Miguel holds out his hand, the temporary wristband laying on his palm.  She slips the watch off her wrist and quickly places the other one in its place, “Now get out, the three of you.”

“Just the three of us?” Margo’s voice pitches up as she asks the question.  Miguel turns towards her and narrows his eyes.  She and Gwen have matching smirks on their face, of course Gwen would get her in on it.

“Yes, the three of you.  If you didn’t annoy me so much you could stay in here, like (y/n) can.”

“Yeah guys, I’m obviously his favorite. Only I can stay and annoy him.” Your smile has somehow grown more mischievous.  Miguel can tell that you’re playing along, you’re definitely smart enough to pick up on the ques of what was happening, and you loved messing with Miguel as much as others did.

“Favorite, huh?”

“That’s right, Gwen.” Your smug smirk irks her, did you know about the conversation with Miguel? Or their plan to figure out if you were with him or not?

“¡Fuera de aquí!” (*Get out of here!) Miguel’s booming voice shuts down any retort Gwen could think of.  She looks between the two of you, but ultimately decides to not push her luck anymore today.  With a sigh she turns and heads for the door, Margo and Peni following behind her.

Miguel’s ears pick up on the conversation the girls have as they walk down the hallway;

“They are so dating! Like did you see how he was treating her with the watch?” Margo’s excited voice rings out, the smile on her face is evident just from her voice .

“Wait really? How do you know?” Peni’s voice is the one he hears next, her excited gasp annoys Miguel.

“Well it’s a long story, but I saw this picture–” 

Miguel tunes them out before he hears the end of Gwen’s story.  He doesn’t want to relive that story, and he doesn’t want to hear three teenage girls fawning over him and his girlfriend. Or basically his girlfriend he just hasn’t asked yet, yeah he doesn't want to hear their thoughts on it.

“What’s got you so annoyed, big guy?” You rest your head on the side of Miguel’s arm as he leans on the table in front of him.  He welcomes the warmth and slight pressure you bring to his side, always enjoying being this close to you.

“I don’t like being teased, especially by teenagers.”

“What have they been teasing you about, Mig?” Your hand rubs up and down his bicep, squeezing occasionally when you get to the bulkiest part of his arm.  It’s hard to resist when he’s as big and muscular as he is.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” A genuine smile breaks out on your face this time, nuzzling even closer to him than before.  He welcomes you by moving his arm to place it behind your shoulders, bringing you into his chest as his other arm wraps around from the other side.

“I guess you aren’t as good at hiding your ‘special treatment’ for me as you thought.” You hear him scoff from above you causing a laugh to escape from your lips.  You squeeze your arms around his waist just as tight as he does to you, savoring the warmth he gives you in his chilly office.

“No, I guess I’m not.”

—

A mass of spiders crowd the lobby of HQ.  You, Gwen, and Webslinger are all sat on a gurney that was wheeled in by Spider-Doc.  He’s currently positioned in front of Gwen, checking her over for any injuries he can treat on the spot.

Webslinger has a bag of ice resting on his left eye and a bandage covering the whole of his right hand.  Every time he removes the ice to adjust it the crowd gets a glimpse of the deep purple bruise that encapsulates the skin around his eye and eyebrow.  He’s not too injured, mostly just beaten up with various other scrapes and bruises littering his body.

Gwen was who he was checking next.  She was in a similar state to Webslinger; cuts and bruises scattered along her arms and legs but with the addition of a rolled ankle.  The Doctor was currently wrapping up said ankle as Gwen herself was busy placing the bandages on her cuts.

You were definitely the worst of the whole group.  A broken nose, bruised rib, and a gash across your left arm left you bloodied and in pain.  You had insisted (aka argued) with the Doctor to treat the others first, claiming that you had to slow the bleeding on your arm before he could properly bandage it up so he should help them anyway.

The mission shouldn’t have been such a disaster.  It was a simple plan: go in, fight the anomaly, incapacitate said anomaly, cage the anomaly, then go home and celebrate a mission well done.  

That plan went out the window the second the three of you arrived on Earth-381.  The anomaly was a vulture variant, one you had never seen before (though that’s something almost every spider says on a mission).

This vulture had claws the size of yardsticks, the wingspan of about three of you put together, and no compromising bone in his body.

Even with three of you there, it was a difficult fight.  Of course, it just so happens he lands in the middle of Times Square, the busiest part of New York City with hundreds, maybe even thousands, of civilians in the line of fire.

Between evacuating all the civilians, and dodging the anomaly’s monstrous limbs, it didn’t take long for one of you to take a hit.  Subsequently, a lot of hits were taken on your side but in the end, you persevered.  The three of you were able to finally subdue the anomaly and capture him in the red barrier as you all prayed it was strong enough to hold him when he came to.

That led you to where you are now, sitting in the lobby of HQ nursing your wounds with your fellow spiders.  The others that crowd around you are there to make sure you three are okay, asking questions and offering assistance to the Doctor if he needs it.

You appreciate their concern, but right now all you want to do is lay down and forget about the raging headache you have right now.  You can’t though, as you’re on concussion watch from the Doctor and have to stay awake at least until he clears you.  You don’t think you’ll pass, almost completely convinced you do in fact have a concussion, but you can dream can’t you?

Commotion can be heard from the entrance of the lobby.  Spiders shuffle around as voices can be heard, but not understood (you know concussion and all), from your left.  The sea of spiders in front of you breaks in two, revealing the one spider in the whole Multiverse you want to see right now,

Miguel O’Hara.

He rushes from the side and crouches in front of you.  He’s not in his usual spider suit since today was supposed to be his day off (your and Lyla’s choice, not his), so he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tight, plain t-shirt.

“What the hell happened to you?” His voice is rushed, panicked even, as his eyes quickly rake over your figure.

“Tough mission.”

“No shit.” He runs a hand through his hair as he curses once under his breath.  His voice is biting, but you know it’s just from the stress of seeing you and his teammates in such a state.

“Yeah, it’s a tough one, boss.  Patrick has a black eye and some minor contusions, Gwen’s mostly the same but with an injured ankle as well, but (y/n) definitely took the worst of it.” The Doctor moves from his position in front of Gwen as he shoos Miguel away from in front of you.

“Then why aren’t you treating her?” Miguel’s voice is so loud it echoes through the room.  The spiders surrounding your little group take a step back, not wanting to mess with the boss when he starts getting mad.

“If you weren’t in the way I would be.  And I’ll have you know she insisted, she’s quite selfless this one.” The Doctor takes the spot Miguel was previously occupying.  He replaces your hand with his own and checks to see if the bleeding has slowed enough for him to patch it up.  He gets to work on patching the wound as best he can when he’s not in the med bay.

“You shouldn’t listen to her insisting if she’s this hurt!”

“Miguel, it’s fine I told him not to.  And stop yelling, my head is killing me.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” He breathes out a sigh as his hand finds his hair again.  He’s calmed down slightly from when he first saw you, he starts to slightly pace as he taps on his watch.

“Are you going to ask if we’re okay?” Gwen’s voice cuts through the tension in the room as you and Miguel turn toward her.

“No.” His answer is blunt, turning back to you just as fast as he looked away.

“Well, ain’t that nice partner.” Both Gwen and Patrick look at him with narrowed eyes and scowls.  They understand his concern for your wellbeing, but since you’re up and talking it would be nice if he showed even an ounce of concern for them as well.

“Why do I have to ask you if you only have a few bruises and she’s bleeding out?!” His voice is back to a shout as he glares back at them with a scowl of his own.  His eyes have started to slowly turn a deep crimson the more he yells.

“Miguel!” Your own yell brings his attention back to you.  Your expression is enough to tell Miguel that he probably shut up right now, he doesn’t want to anger you any further than he already has.

“Lo siento, cariño.” (*I’m sorry, sweetheart)

You all fall silent as the Doctor continues to work on your injuries.  The crowd around you has started to decrease, each spider leaving the three of you with some version of a ‘get well soon’ before departing.

Miguel watches as you’re being cared for.  Every wince makes his brows furrow, every little ‘ow’ you let out makes his heart clench, and every time you visibly pull away from the Doctor from the pain he wants to scoop you in his arms and make sure you’re never hurt again.

Miguel has never seen you this badly injured before, and given that you’re still conscious that shows just how little your missions go awry.  Nonetheless, it still worries Miguel to see you like this.  You never know if something could go wrong inexplicably, and Miguel has no clue what he would do if something worse happened to you.

“This is about all I can do here, I have to move her to the med bay.” The Doctor starts to pack up his supplies as Miguel crouches in front of you again.  His hand lands on your knees, bringing your eyes to meet his.

“Te vienes a casa conmigo para asegurarme de que estás bien.” (*You’re coming home with me so I can make sure you’re okay) His expression leaves no room for argument, but with your current mood (that he made worse) you’re willing to put up a little fight.  In the end, you know you’re going home with him anyway.  There’s no reason to say no, and you were never good at saying no to Miguel anyway.

“I can’t Miguel.”

“¿Por qué no? Es fin de semana, no tienes que trabajar.” (Why not? It’s the weekend, you don’t have to work anyway). Miguel can feel Gwen’s gaze on the side of his face, obviously trying to figure out what he’s saying to you.  He’s doing this on purpose, very few spiders spoke Spanish and he didn’t see any of those particular people in the crowd when he got there.

“Alright, fine.”

“Bien, now come on you have to get to the infirmary.” He grabs your non-injured arm and helps you stand up from the gurney.  He wraps your arm around his torso as he helps you both follow the Doctor to the med bay.

The few spiders that were left, exited the lobby when you and Miguel left.  They said some final ‘get well soon’ before heading to do their own responsibilities.  That only left Gwen, Patrick, Margo, and Peter B Parker in the lobby.

“I didn’t even know you were here Peter.” Gwen rests her chin on her hand as she looks down to the floor.  Being injured sucked, it was one of Gwen’s least favorite aspects of the job.  At least when you're severely injured you're unconscious for most of it, but right now she was feeling all the pain while also having to live through all the sympathy looks people gave her.

“I was hiding in the crowd, didn’t want to disrupt anything,” He looks to the side of the lobby where you, Miguel, and the Doctor left from, “You know how Miguel is when she’s injured.”

“Just if (y/n)’s injured?”

“Oh yeah he wouldn’t give a rat's ass if I was injured.  Well he would but he’d never admit it out loud you know, big ego or something.” He laughs it off with a wave of his hand, not thinking too much of the conversation.  Gwen on the other hand is analyzing every word Peter has said.

“I wonder what he said to her.” Margo’s voice interrupts Gwen's thoughts.  Her face is scrunched up into an expression of confusion as she tries to make sense of the words Miguel spoke.

“Oh, he said something about going to his house and being good and not having to worry about work because it's the weekend, something like that,” Peter happily butts in to answer the question, rattling on about what he could pick up from Miguel’s little rant.  The three other spiders around him look at him with surprise, blinking up at him as he looks between all of them, “What?”

“You know Spanish, partner?”

“I mean not fluently, but being around Miguel so much I picked up on a little bit of it.”

“That’s great, thanks Peter! Margo, can you come help me with something?” Gwen pops up from her sitting position and grabs Margo’s hand.  She drags her out of the lobby to one of the side break rooms that no one really goes in.  The smile on Gwen's face is beaming as she turns to face Margo after she locks the door.

“What did you need help with?”

“Nothing, but I have a plan!”

“What’s your plan?” Margo looks a little apprehensive, having no idea where Gwen was going with this so-called plan.

“We follow Miguel home to see if (y/n) actually came with him, then we’ll know for sure if they’re dating!” Margo’s eyes grow wide and she takes a few steps back from Gwen.

“That is a horrible plan, Miguel would kill us if he found out.”

“Margo, this is our chance to finally get the truth!  And he won’t find out if we’re extra sneaky.”

“I don’t know, Gwen…” Gwen holds her wrist up as she taps on her watch a few times, typing out a long message.  Margo tries to read the message but the words on the screen are backward for her, making it too difficult for her to figure out what it says, “What are you doing?”

“If I'm going to convince you I need some backup.”

—

You were released from the infirmary the next day.  Your accelerated healing made it much easier to go home and nurse your wounds instead of having to stay in HQ for the whole recovery process.

Miguel stayed by your side almost the whole time.  He only left to go get some things for you, like food or drinks, or to go yell at some spiders that weren’t doing something right.  He even brought his work to your bedside, often getting your opinion on what he should do or if the mission reports were detailed enough.

It was sweet having him there the whole time, you could tell he was stressed from the whole situation but he was still your fun, sweet Miguel when it was just you two.

“Are you ready mi amor?” It was the morning after the mission and Miguel was helping you pack all of your things from around your bed.  It wasn’t much since you only spent a night in the room, but your spider suit was neatly folded in his hands as your other personal belongings were in yours.  The clothes you got from the infirmary were surprisingly comfy, it was a matching sweatsuit that you’re almost positive Miguel brought specifically for you.

“Yeah, I hope you fixed my watch right Mig so it actually opens a portal this time.” You’re teasing him, and he knows it but his brows still furrow when you look at him.

“Woah, woah, woah.  Do you not remember what I told you yesterday?” your confused expression gives him enough of an answer when your words don’t, “You’re coming home with me, cariño, I have to take care of you.”

“Miguel, I’ll be okay.  You don’t have to worry about me.” You rest your hand on his arm as you smile up at him.  You love the concern he has for you, but you also don’t want to burden him.

“So you don’t like staying with me, okay fine, go home then.” He waves you off with his hand, turning around so you can’t see the knowing smirk on his face.  You know the game he’s playing right now, and you’re all too willing to give in to him right now .                                                                                                                                (a.n. My boyfriend does this all the time to me, I had to put this in here lol)

“Woah now, I never said all that.”

“So you do like being with me?” He’s facing you again as a sly smirk covers his face.  He backs you up until your legs hit the side of the bed.  He doesn’t let you fall onto it though, instead wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you flush with his chest.

“It’s my favorite place to be.” His smirk is soon replaced with a smile, one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen Miguel give you.  He looks down slightly as his cheeks turn a little pink and his heart starts to beat a little faster.

“Te amo, cariño.”

“I love you too, Mig.”

The two of you walk in unison out of the infirmary and through the lobby.  A few spiders stop you to ask how you’re feeling or to ask Miguel a question, but other than that your journey out of HQ was quick.

Miguel’s apartment was pretty close to the society’s headquarters so the walk there was pretty short.  Miguel barely ever used his car (with his webs and all) so walking was really the only option you had for getting to his home.

Even in your injured state the walk there was nice. Ever since you had first landed in Miguel’s universe by accident you had admired the city of Nueva York.  It looked so different from the New York you were used to that you never gave up an opportunity to explore it.

“Are you hungry, mi amor?”

“Starving actually.” He leads you into a nearby packed cafe.  He grabs your hand so you don’t get lost in the sea of people crowding the cafe’s counter.  You can see various pastries and desserts in the display case, each one looking better than the last.

“¿Qué te ha pasado?” (*What happened to you?) A voice coming from your right grabs your attention.  When you look to the side you see an older man staring at the bandages that covered your nose and the bruises that surrounded it.  Before you could answer Miguel turns around from where he’s ordering the food and puts himself slightly between the two of you.

“Accidente de tráfico,” (*Car accident) He puts his hand behind your shoulder to bring you next to him, flush with his side.  The man looks like he still wants to talk to you but decides against it when he sees the size of Miguel and how he’s holding onto your hand right now.

The food was ready in about 5 minutes, Miguel had gotten conchas for both of you to share back at his apartment.  When you finally arrived home, he placed your suit and the food on the kitchen table and brought you into his arms.  He squeezed you into his chest, not too hard though so he didn’t hurt you, and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Are you in any pain?”

“A little, do you have any medicine for it?” He lets you go as you go to sit on the couch in the adjacent room.  He rummages through his cabinet looking for the pain medicine he had in there.  After fixing up his injuries by himself for so long it wasn't for him to have every kind of pain medicine they made in the city, all half opened mind you.

“Here mi amor, take these.” 

You swallow the two pills with the glass of water he handed you.  The cold beverage felt nice against the dryness of your throat, it had been a few hours since you had woken up and you didn’t realize just how thirsty you had been.  You quickly eat the treat he bought you earlier before he takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom.

You head to the bathroom while Miguel sits on the edge of his bed.  While waiting for you he takes the watch off his wrist, he doesn't want it to interrupt his time with you, and rubs the back of his neck as he stretches it out.  Sleeping in one of the infirmary chairs was not boding well for his neck or back, the stiffness he was feeling when he woke up had not worn off even a little bit.

When you exit the bathroom you smile at Miguel from the doorway, the smile he gives you back is so warm you feel your heart flutter.  He holds his hand out and you grab it as you stand right in front of him.

“Come lay down, I’m exhausted.”

“It’s only noon, Mig, how are you tired?” Your words come out as a laugh as you tilt his head up to look at you.  He leans into your hands as his eyes close at the warmth.

“Looking after you is tiring, and I didn’t get to sleep in a nice bed all night long like you did.”

“You could’ve joined me if you really wanted to.”

“And have someone else find me like that? I would never hear the end of it.” He rolls his eyes as your hand drops from his cheek.  His slight annoyance at just the thought of someone teasing him for being ‘soft’ makes you laugh.  It never ceases to amaze you just how big his ego was, and his distaste for being embarrassed.

“I do have something to ask you though.” His voice comes out a little shaky as if he’s nervous to ask whatever he’s about to ask. He wrings his fingers together slightly as you run one through his soft hair, scratching his hair every so often to get a little hum out of him.

“What did you want to ask me, Mig?”

“¿Quieres ser mi novia, como oficialmente ahora?” (*Will you be my girlfriend, like officially now?) The biggest smile breaks out on your face as he utters the words. Your heart starts to race as the words actually start to settle in.

“Aw Miguel, I thought you’d never ask.” You rub your thumb along his cheek, feeling the slight heat below your finger. This is making him blush? How adorable can he get?

“I feel like a kid asking you that.” A laugh bubbles out of your throat, your eyes crinkle in the corner as his follow suit at the pure joy on your face.

“It was still sweet nonetheless.” His own face lights up with a smile. He pulls you in as close as possible, his chin resting on your stomach as he looks up at you.

“Dame un beso.” (*Give me a kiss) You smile and lean down to meet his lips.  They mold together for a few seconds before Miguel is quickly pulling away and staring out the window next to him.

“ I knew it!!” 

Miguel stands and looks out the window with the most menacing expression he can muster (which is very menacing).  You follow to see what he’s looking out for and see none other than Gwen, Margo, and Pavitr sticking to the side of the building across from Miguel’s.  Gwen and Pav have their masks off so you both can see how big of a smile they’re sporting right now. Margo’s mask doesn’t cover her mouth so she still has hers on, but her smile is just as wide as the others.  They’re excitedly talking to each other and gushing over how right they were about you two, though only Miguel has good enough hearing to hear what they’re saying.

You don’t mind too much, more amused that they went through all of this just to catch you with Miguel when it would’ve been much easier to just ask you.

Miguel, on the other hand, is not amused in the slightest.  His eyes are bright red, fangs peeking out through his snarled mouth as he bangs his hand in the window to get their attention.  The three teenagers stop their conversation and slowly turn their heads toward Miguel.  When they see the both of you watching them their eyes grow wide and their jaws drop.

“I told you not to be loud Gwen!”

“Oh no.”

“Run! Run! Run!”

They take off in the direction of HQ, slinging their webs as fast as they can to get away from Miguel.  He grabs his watch from the bedside table, restricting their access to open portals for the time being.  They were going to be stuck in HQ, and Miguel was not going to let them go so easily.

“I’m sorry mi amor, but I have to go catch them.” He gives you another light kiss on the lips and follows it up with one on your forehead.  You sigh through a smile, knowing Miguel would not let them get away with spying on them.

“It’s okay, Mig.  Just don’t be too hard on them, they’re just teenagers!” Your voice raises more and more as Miguel gets further away from you.  He nods at you with a brief smile before his spider suit covers his body like normal.

He rushes out the living room window.  He’s not as careful as he normally would be, he doesn’t check to see if other people are around to see him, he just takes off into the city after the three spiders.

You watch him from the bedroom window as he swings in the same path they took before him.  You’ll have Lyla show you the footage from Miguel’s little talk he’s going to have with them.  You would try to save them but they dug the hole, now they’ll have to lie in it.