Trust Me | Miguel O'Hara

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"I just don't get why you won't tell me," I grumble to Miguel as he drags me toward his office. He's yet to say anything, and I'm getting worried that I caused irreversible damage to our relationship.

The spiders are watching me try and keep up, and I feel the tension around the building. If the rumors Jess talked about were bad, they're about to be so much worse.

When we finally get to the door of his office and step inside, he waits for the two of us to be closed off alone, before grabbing me and pulling me into his chest. His hands hold the back of my head and waist, his nose getting buried in my hair.

I freeze, feeling the warmth radiate off the man as I try and figure out why he's doing this so suddenly. "Miguel?"

"You can't do stuff like that," He whispers like if he was any louder someone might hear his fears.

Suddenly, that apology back in Universe 50235 feels more genuine, and I feel more shitty for how I reacted. Slowly, I wrap my arms around the man, feeling his muscles against my hands as I hold him awkwardly, not used to his affection and not quite sure why he was giving it. "Sorry... I didn't realize it would end so badly."

He doesn't say anything immediately and I begin to melt into his warmth, my head resting against his muscles chest and my hands holding his waist.

We stay like that for a minute, sitting in each other's arms and acting like the world didn't exist outside of this room. Eventually, though, the serious questions would need to be asked, and I'm willing to get it out of the way now and relish this later. If that's still an option afterward.

I push myself away, though I don't enjoy the sudden chill of the air. "Miguel, don't try to distract me from everything that just happened. What was that back there? Why was he after me?"

It's obvious he still doesn't wanna answer that question, but I'm standing my ground. I have a right to know about something that involved me.

"Why can't we just stay like this?" He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he pulls his gloves off.

"Miguel," I enforce, crossing my arms. "This isn't something you should keep—"

"He killed his y/n."

I stop, my arms dropping back down at my sides. "His what?"

Miguel steps towards me, eyes narrow and voice firm. "no puedo creer que esté haciendo esto. He killed his y/n."
*I can't believe I'm doing this*

I still don't quite have the words to reply with, and instead, I just stare at him. My mouth might be hanging open, I don't know.

"Across every universe with a Miguel, there's a y/n. They're meant to fall in love, that's just how the cannon is. His y/n died though... he killed her earlier today, despite how much he loved her. Of course it would just so happen to be the day you run off."

My stomach hurts, and I feel light-headed. I knew there must be others like me, just like there are other Spider-Men.

But never did I expect to be a cannon event in Miguel's life. Was this some kind of love confession? Am I supposed to love the man in front of me?

I didn't even know a Miguel in my universe, let alone love one.

"Not us though," It's almost like the man could read my thoughts as he holds eye contact with me. "You aren't my y/n. I was never meant to love you..."

"Ah..." For some reason, the blunt statement hurts, despite all I knew about Miguel and myself, how he's been treating me since he saved me. "So now that universes Miguel—"

"Is going to be answering some serious questions as to why he thought it was okay to kill his y/n. Though I see now it's not a cannon event that y/n lives, given that his universe is still intact after running diagnostics with some of the Spiders."

Miguel is already back to looking at his watch, but I'm stuck to this spot on the floor. That is, until I feel myself glitch, forcing me down on my knees, taking deep breaths.

"y/n?"

. . .

I wrote this one a little quicker but I hope it's still ok! I'm going on a trip so I might not update for a week or so but we'll see.

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