Broken Diamonds~ Miguel O'Hara

Part 1- Get Up

Not proofread sry
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You groaned loudly as your watch on the bedside table was buzzing obnoxiously. You just wanted sleep, which was obviously to much to ask for around here. You lazily reached your arm over and picked up your watch, peeping one eye open to see the name MIGUEL flashing across it's tiny screen. Shit, you thought to yourself. Another multiverse mishap, just like last night, and the night before that and the night before that.
   You shut your eyes as you blindly hit a button to answer. Your shut eyelids turned a brighter orange color, meaning the call was active now, lighting up the watch's tiny screen. You could hear an audible sigh come from the watch.
    "What the hell are you doing?" Miguel asked you in his frustrated tone.
     "What does it look like Sherlock? I'm sleeping," you said.
A pause. "At 7:30 at night?"
    "I was up late last night reigning in that green groblin that was in the wrong universe. She was tough shit. And French."
    "I told you to let me handle the late night ones."
    "I can't let you handle every late night call, Miguel. Just because your basically half-spider doesn't exclude you from sleep. Tough guy can't be tough all the time," you mumbled.
    "Okay, okay, whatever. Listen I need you to get out of bed please, and come help me and Jess take care of another anomaly. That universe's Spider's already on it, but it's a big one and they're a younger kid from the looks of it."
You let out a whine in response.
    "How many times do I have to as-"
    "Okay! Calm down, Jesus. I'll be there in two minutes. Happy?"
    "Oh, I'm elated," he responded sarcastically, "the universe is Earth-65. Oh and bring those- those- what are they? Throwing stars? Bring those."
    "Diamonds actually, but whatever hot shot."
Miguel huffed from the other end."Don't call me that. And hurry up," he said.
  And with that, he ended the call. You let out an exasperated sigh before you tossed off your covers and padded over to your closet which you yanked out your suit, and trudged to the bathroom to change.
  You and Miguel had known eachother for a long time. You were one of the very first to be recruited into the Spider Society. You and Miguel had recruited Spider after Spider, stopped anomaly after anomaly. Together. And at one point together meant more. But that, was a long time ago too.
  Meaning even before Miguel messed up that canon event that started Spider Society in the first place. You knew back then him getting his daughter and his perfect life, meant there had to be a catch, a price to pay in return. But Miguel was your friend, and maybe he was something more back then, so you shut your mouth and decided to be happy for him. You visited him all the time in that new perfect universe. And honestly, you sort of became a mother to his daughter.
   And that's when it all starting changing into something more than a friendship. You would end up staying the night, not going back to your own universe for weeks, going to his daughters soccer games, and sharing everything with him. And for awhile, you had forgotten about that old nagging feeling of there being an end to this perfect world.
   But once you started painfully glitching in the universe, along with Miguel, you knew something wasn't right. And you were right. Everything happened fast. The universe literally turned inside out, all because a man wanted his family. You and Miguel tried to fix it and save her, but you watched Miguel change right before your eyes when his daughter glitched to nothing in his arms. Miguel was strong, but right then, you had never seen him look so broken.
   After that day, Miguel just wasn't the same. He was harder on himself and everyone else, taking on too many anomalies at once. He had a shorter fuse and laughed at less of your jokes you desperately wished would lighten him up. And since then, neither of you ever addressed the feelings that might've been there for eachother. Even so, it was unspoken that you needed eachother. You knew more about eachother than anyone else.
  You've always thought that a part of Miguel went with his daughter that day, and he never really grieved her. Thats why he buries himself in the work of catching too many anomalies, keeping track of too many Spiders, and trying to do it all alone. Just so he never has a second to think of anything else but work. You still saw some remnants of his past self sometimes, but they were rare, and you obsessed over every single one of those moments when he was himself because you missed him being like that all the time.
  You drew yourself out of your thoughts and looked at your suited up form in the mirror. You sighed as you checked your belt to make sure you had a decent amount of diamonds, and then refilled your web fluid quickly. It had been more than two minutes and Miguel was probably going to kill you. Mostly metaphorically, of course.
  You did a couple little jumps, shaking out your body to get some adrenaline going to try to get your body to believe that you weren't running on four hours of sleep. You finally looked down at your watch typing in the coordinates Miguel told you.
  The red and multicolored portal appeared in front of your shower. You turned and gave your bed one last longing look with a whine, as you stepped through, into the new universe.