Miguel O'Hara Oneshots

COMFORTING SPIDER-MAN

*Ya'll, I'm jumping right into this chapter cuz I'm still experiencing a touch of writer's block. But this is gonna be like a mixture of Gabriella and Spider-Party. Have a good day, and sorry, but this is probably gonna be a short one. 

"Y/n!" 

You were in the kitchen, sitting at the island with your computer opened before you. You were working from home because there was some chemical explosion in one of the labs and the building was cleared out for the day. 

You turned around and looked at the window, where the shout was coming from. 

Gwen was there, knocking on the glass. Her mask had been pulled off, and from what you could tell, she looked scared. Gwen never looked scared. You hurried over to the window and pulled it open. Gwen stepped inside, breathing hard.

"Hey, Gwen, is something wrong?" you asked, helping her up.

"Yes. There's... I don't know--just--there's something wrong with Miguel," she said, and your face hardened. 

"What happened?"

She just shook her head.

"Are you able to leave right now? I think you may be the only person who can calm Miguel down."

"Yeah, I can. Is he mad?"

"No, it's worse. He's crying."

You raised your eyebrows and reached out a hand to Gwen. She pulled you out of the window, you hopped on her back, and you were suddenly soaring through the air, swinging towards the Society HQ. 

You closed your eyes most of the time. Dating Spider-Man was tough when you were afraid of heights. 

When you got to HQ and walked through the lobby with Gwen, people pointed at you and whispered, but you didn't care. You just wanted to make sure Miguel was safe. 

You finally came to Miguel's building, and it was completely empty. Not a person in sight. That's when you really started to get anxious.

Gwen stopped before the doors to his office. Or that's what they called it. It was more of a lab turned into his own area, and it was quite large, just the opposite of what you think of when you hear the word, "office."

"I don't think I should go in. But just be careful, you know? I'm not sure what's going on," Gwen said, gesturing to the door. She looked at it, nervously. "See you later."

You looked at the big doors. Miguel was behind there. No matter what you saw, you would have to make sure he was safe. You wouldn't let him down.

You took a deep breath and pushed open the doors, looking at the wide room, full of all sorts of gadgets and things. His platform was fully lowered, and you couldn't see him.

"Miguel? It's Y/n," you called out. Suddenly, you heard a small whimper, and then your name, repeated like a question. You could tell from his voice that it was bad. 

"Miguel, donde estas?" you asked. You knew Spanish calmed him down, and you wanted to do that as much as possible, so you tried your best. 

(Where are you?)

"Aqui," you heard in answer, and faced the corner of the wall, where you could just see the outline of Miguel's big body, crouched in the corner. You ran over to him, immediately sitting beside him.

"Dime," you whispered, trying to get a good look at his face. 

(Tell me)

You couldn't, because he was curled up as tight as possible, with his arms wrapped around his legs and his head pulled down into his chest. His body shook with silent sobs, and you saw his hands shaking violently and reached out to hold onto them. You were good at comforting people, especially Miguel, and you knew exactly how to. 

Holding both of his hands in one hand (which was difficult because his were so large), you ran your other through his hair, pushing it back. 

"Dime," you repeated, a whisper this time.

You felt him take a deep breath. 

"Se parecía a ella," he mumbled. His voice shook, and he was struggling. But your hands on him made him relax, however slightly, and he tried his best to continue. "La niña ... Se parecía a Gabriella."

(She looked just like her. The little girl... she looked just like Gabriella.)

He got very quiet. He hated talking about Gabriella, more than anything. It was just too much pain. His heart hurt too much.

You understood. You grabbed his forearms and lightly guided them away from his knees. You coaxed his legs outwards, and you took his head and pulled it towards you, so that he leaned on your chest. With your hand in his hair and the other wrapped firmly around his back, lightly drawing circles, he broke. You felt him shatter in your arms, and you thought, finally. Miguel's finally letting himself be human.

You comforted him like a child, and he cried into you, holding onto you like a lifeline. You could feel his heart thumping against your chest, going unhealthily fast. You felt his hands shake, and you heard his light gasps. You had never seen Miguel cry.

Neither had they.

Of course the other Spiders were concerned about Miguel. While you knew the "vulnerable" version of him, the Miguel that they knew wouldn't even think about crying, and he especially wouldn't let himself be held by the love of his life. He wouldn't have a love of his life, actually. He would be alone forever. Watching videos of him and his daughter playing soccer on his platform, face cut off and unemotional.

They looked at each other, shocked. It was even more shocking how you were actually helping. People used to try and comfort Miguel when he had his usual outbursts, but they stopped when they realized it could only get them hurt. But it was like you were what he wanted. You were like a cure to a disease, and sometimes he did feel like he was a disease. He wasn't even human. He killed his daughter. He was a monster. 

As he began to relax into you, you pressed kisses onto his hair, whispering to him in his native tongue. You felt like home to him. You were his only home.

You let him lay on you until he pulled himself together enough to swing the both of you back to the apartment. And when you were home, you led him to the bed and layed down, letting him put his head on your stomach as you played with his hair. He was able to tell you more, about what happened, but only in rapid Spanish, so you only picked up a couple parts of it, but it was enough to understand.

He was fighting and anomaly and tried to save a little girl who he thought was Gabriella at first. It turned out that she wasn't, but the memory of her in danger was too much for him to bear, and he finally broke down completely.

He struggled the whole time. He was still learning how to communicate his feelings, because he hadn't for so long that he had forgotten how to. But he was trying, for you. 

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The end! This one was sad but also cute. Idk how to describe it. Anyways, hope you liked it, please commeeeennnntttttt I'm begging

-MissTery