𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭.

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(Y/n) was a small intern in Alchemax under her mentor, Miguel O'Hara. Despite being an intern, she found herself to be the heart of an experiment gone wrong. Miguel wanted to splice half the DNA of a spider with a human's, and (Y/n) happen to be —Oh so willing.
What a suck-up.
She couldn't deny that she had feelings for the squared-off man, but she wouldn't say it either.
This experiment not only changed her DNA but her basic abilities, her sight and hearing heightened, the ability to produce organic webbing, her body deforming to produce talons at her fingertips and sharpened canines dripping with deadly, paralytic venom.

(Y/n)

"Miguel. Do we have to do this every day?" I whined as the needle punctured my shoulder.
"Yes (Y/n), if not, you'll get withdrawals. No one can simply get off Rapture." Pumping my arm full of that sickly green narcotic.
I blinked rapidly, and my irises widened, glossing over. "That will never not be gross." He chuckles at my twisted face.
Alchemax was the only place we could spend time together.
"The Super Collider is about finished, huh?" Alchemax was creating a machine of some of the sort, to travel time. It was a far-fetched plan, but the progress was astonishing, someday it'll be possible to travel time.
"That's right." He hums, his back facing me.
"Soon, everyone can travel back in time. We could change the future with this." His voice was riddled with fascination. I couldn't imagine what he could be thinking of to be so attached to this project.
I wasn't well versed in the book "A Sound of Thunder" by Ray Bradbury, but the idea of changing the future by messing with the past perturbed me.
The silence afterward is only broken by the harsh taps of his keyboard, we used to be closer but he's been so invested in Alchemax's inventions that it's borderline obsessive. I wish he'd talk to me about other things, I wish he'd talk to me more in general.
Light buzzing from the fluorescents made it so unbearable to sit in silence, it was 8:46 PM. The city was bustling with people, the buildings seem to color the deep orange sky with the small rectangles tinted different shades of light from the windows. Yet here I was, in the harsh white lighting of a laboratory. But, the only thing that wasn't an eyesore in this building was him. Even if he was wearing a lab coat, on top of a dark grey sweater and slacks. It was—comforting, he was such a cold person now. His attitude toward me seemed to freeze over time. I guess that's one way I'd use the Collider, I'd go back and prevent our conversations from drying up like this.
"I'm gonna get going, alright?" He doesn't respond, his eyes stayed glued to the many screens in front of him. Information about the Super Collider filled his monitors, he was so—plagued with these experiments, that he rarely acted like himself these days. So I left, walking past the Collider. It was almost finished. About a month and it'll be complete, it leaves me with an unsettling pit in my stomach. Such a threatening project in the middle of a city inhabited by millions of people, what if something went wrong? The thoughts rushed through my mind like tangled webs, collecting the dew drops all at once. Spider-sense.
It's my responsibility. As The Recluse to prevent the possible dangers that may impact the city. That's the burden of this DNA, I have to use it one way or another. I planned on the protagonist route on that note.
Outside of Alchemax, it's brisk and wet. All you could hear is the occasional honks of the cars that occupy the streets, everything is calm and as it should be. The walk to home isn't the quietest, being an intern has its pros and cons. Pros, I could live in the city 100% paid for. Cons, So. Many. People. In one place. The occasional conversation between people passed me by while I walked towards my home. I was only halfway to my building when my senses suddenly heightened.
"Get away from me! What are you?!" A voice of panic grated into my ear, screams following shortly. People ran in different directions in a panic. What could be happening?
Portals. Multiple appeared at once and something...someone went from one to another. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to be harmful to citizens. Rather, it had an agenda. The portals guided to—No, that's leading to Alchemax. My hands started to shake, a wave a nausea rushed over me as the spotted figure hurried to its destination.
"Miguel," I say under my breath. The unstable molecule fabric formed around my body, I couldn't be (Y/n) right now, people, Alchemax,—Miguel needed Recluse. The city seemed to blur from the speed that I swung through the city, all I could think about was him. What else would an unknown entity need with Alchemax, it couldn't something good.
The Alchemax building upon first glance was fine until it wasn't. Colors and shapes burst through the many windows and the concrete started to crumble, my life in that building fell apart. Some parts remained intact but distorted into things I couldn't describe, I knew now. The Collider. That's what that thing wanted from Alchemax.
I could already smell the blood from the debris. "Please."
"Please don't be."
My fingers started to bloody and wear down from digging through the rubble, I could smell him. Hear his ragged breaths.
"Miguel. Please." My voice broke, I could feel him, his presence.
"No. No, no, no, no." A hand peeked from the corner of my eye. I tried so hard.
There he lay, his breathing was slow and uneven. His face was almost unrecognizable from how many wounds impacted his face, but I knew. "Miguel..." I held his face, I couldn't tell whose blood covered my hands. He smiled at me with the strength he had left, he lifted his hand and held my face.
"(Y/n). I...Hoped you didn't have to see me...Like this. Siento mucho que tuvieras que vuelves a esto." He managed to speak. "I could've prevented this. If I had just stayed longer." I sobbed, kissing the palm of his hand. "I shouldn't have—".
"Don't. Don't do that. You're not to blame. Mi niña araña." He reassured me. It was like back then. Before all these Alchemax things filled our minds. "I missed you. I missed when we talked like this." I choke out. His smile fades, "I'm sorry." You knew why he was sorry, but he could barely move his face at this point. His hand began to fall from my face, fingers curling to a deadly rest. Like a spider once it dies. "I love you." Sobbing into his chest, I hug his deceased body tightly like it was my lifeline.
Sirens rang from a distance, the police would have to come and dig out all these people from here. I failed all these people and Miguel.

The familiar hum of the Collider's effect came back, but quieter. I turned my head to see another portal, but it was bright. Three people stepped out, their suits—looked so much like mine, spider suits. Two of them were women, the heavily pregnant woman wearing yellow-tinted shades clicked something on her wrist and a hologram of Alchemax appeared. The younger spider took in the scene before her, disturbed but not surprised. Gripping her hood in her fingers.
The last guy, towered over me, in royal blue clad with red accents.
He stared at me and Miguel, eyes lowered as if he were personally grieving too.
I held his body closer to me, "What do you want from me?!" shakily yelling at the group, I wasn't intimidating at this moment, I couldn't stand to be. I'm scared.
The man steps towards me, his eyes soften at the sight of me, "Come with us. The Spider-Society. I'll tell you more about it, just know that you can trust us." His voice is vaguely familiar.
"Who are you?" I back away from him,
"We are all Spider-Man, just like you, we're from different earths. If that makes sense." He spoke gently, as if he were to speak an decibel higher he could've shattered me. His gloved hand extended towards me, "I can't. I'm not going to leave him." He looks at Miguel, fighting back a wince behind his mask from the sight of his dead body.
"He's gone. (Y/n)." I know that. I just don't want to leave him here like this, I couldn't accept it.
"No."
"Give her time. You of all people know how this part goes."
"I know, Jess." He groans.
"It's a different situation, it'll be way harder for her if she joins us and sees that you're also—." The younger one cuts in, and Jess hisses at her to be quiet.
"Gwen. Not the time."

The man placed a device in my hand. Same as the ones they had on their wrists.
"You're never alone in this earth, in every earth. When you decide, contact me through this." There goes that gentle voice again, it reminds me of him. But it's most likely just me being delusional from grief, clutching the watch in my hand I nod.

Just like they came, they left so quickly. He looks back at me before the portal disappears from what I can barely grasp in reality.

Left alone, just silence.
I have to make a decision.

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I hope the plot isn't too confusing! (Y/n), You, is the Spiderwoman in her world, her mentor Miguel O'hara in that world died as her 'Canon Event'.
The Miguel we all know, feels familiarity towards (Y/n), seeing how she loved him so dearly in her world. He'll have a soft spot for her specifically, and he find it hard to be without a mask around her.
Does Miguel know you from his earth? Who knows. Stay tuned ヾ('▽｀;)ゝ