Stranded (Miguel O'Hara fanfic)

4- Okay, he's an asshole. End of story.

I approached the site of the crash. Dust still billowed around it, blocking my vision. I couldn't see Miguel or or anything happening around him; heck I couldn't even see what caused the crash. 

I went further through the dust, hating the fact that I couldn't yell his name. He could be buried under the rubble somewhere, or... worse.

Something grabbed my foot and pulled me under.

Shit!

I kicked and fought back, but the grip was unrelenting. I was dragged a few feet, under a large piece of rubble, then a large weight pressed down on me.

I'd recognize those muscle ridges anywhere.

Miguel.

'Miguel!' I said. 'You're okay.'

It took my eyes a second to adjust to the sudden darkness and see his face. I noticed his eyes first, glowing a bright red. They were staring into my soul, and were less than happy. 

'Did you start all the machines?' he growled right next to my ear. 

Damn. Felt that more somewhere else. 

'Um...' I paused. 'I sampled about ten, then left to... save you. Which I apparently didn't need to.'

'Parker!' he slammed me into the ground, claws digging into my arms. 'I thought you knew better than this. The mission is more important!'

I pushed him off me for the second time today. 'Sure it is, Miguel,' I hissed. 'Everything is more important than yourself. The reason I left is because about three hundred bats were coming for your ass. You couldn't handle them alone.'

'I did this as a distraction,' he said, his eyes narrowing. 'To help you finish your damn job. Which you didn't even do. Maybe you were the wrong person after all.'

I was speechless.

He would rather take on three hundred bats without webs than let me fight with him, huh?

'I see how it is,' I hissed, shoving him again, for good measure. 'If this is how you feel, then I guess I'll work alone. Have fun with those bats.'

I crawled out of the rubble, and the dust had settled. Miguel had knocked over a cell tower from one of the skyscrapers, and it was on the ground in front of me, with bats surrounding it. 

'Parker,' Miguel hissed from behind me. 'Stop being a brat. Come back.'

I ignored him and swung back towards the machines, ready to get this over with. Solo mission with Miguel, my ass. He just insulted my morals and called me a brat. 

When I got back to the pit, my heart dropped. The machines were all flipped over and mutilated, the  fire web only half finished. 

Guess once the bats realized they were dying flying into the webs, they started destroying the source. Not as stupid as I thought. 

I landed next to once of the machines, and it said, "Error. Araneae secretion disrupted. Rewiring necessary."

Rewiring? I didn't build these machines, I couldn't possibly rewire them. Which meant I needed Miguel. 

Ugh. 

'You need my help,' he said from behind me. Sneaky asshole. 

'No shit, Sherlock,' I hissed. 'Now get on these before they figure out we're here.'

If he didn't like my tone, he didn't show it. Mask back on, Spiderman 2099 was all business. But that didn't make me any less pissed at him. 

'The machine is ready,' he said, after a couple minutes of tinkering. He quickly moved to the next one, working efficiently. I breathed a sigh of relief, this would finally be over and we could get out of here. 

Or so I thought. 

As Miguel was working, a bat swooped at him. It seemed to be the same one that came at me before, and Miguel could've killed it easily.

And he did. But here is where he made a mistake—he threw its body away and it landed on another bat sitting a little further away. The impact wasn't enough to kill it, and it rose, flapping, chittering and waking up its brethren. 

And now we had about fifty bats on us, not to mention the other three hundred close behind. 

And this time, they weren't going to ignore us.

'Miguel, keep working on the machines,' I said into my watch, swinging across the pit to him. 'I'll handle these. Use my scattered webs put samples into the rest.'

He signed his confirmation, and I started rounding up the bats. They were hurt as soon as my webs touched them, but there was only one problem.

I was running out of webs.

My watch showed I was at 30%. The number decreased rapidly with the number of bats I took down, and soon I was left with a mere 7%. 

I landed next to Miguel, breathing hard. He had taken many bats down on his own, their bodies littering the ground around him. 

'I'm out of web,' I whispered, the bats uncomfortably close. 'Are the machines good?'

He nodded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Our work was done, all that was left was escaping. 

'We can't leave yet,' Miguel said, right in my ear. 'There's a good chance they might attack the machines again. We need to protect them.'

This man did know I had super hearing, right? He didn't have to be this close to me. Those damn muscles were starting to feel like old friends at this point. 

'I'll take one side. You take the other. After this, we need to leave, pronto. I'm going to be useless after the next five minutes.'

He nodded, and I used the remaining bulk of my web to swing across the pit. With the last 1%, I created flaming whips, wrapping them around my arms. 

Come at me, bitches. 

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A/N: Okay, a little more action in this chapter- and some tension, Miguel can be an ass (we already knew that). Does he make it better? Or does he fuck it up even more? ;)

Stay tuned!