Widow

Rooftop

(Shakira's pov)

Well, here we are again. It's three in the morning, on a Wednesday. I'm here sitting at the edge of the rooftop smoking a cigarette. Surprisingly, this is my second pack of the day. I let out a sigh as I let out the smoke from my mouth.

"Aw, shit," I groaned softly, "I have work today. Eh, I'll call in sick."

As I took a drag of the cigarette, I felt my Spidey senses going off. I shook my head as a male sat next to me.

"Well, look who came back," I chuckled, "I'm not entirely surprised."

"You know smoking's bad, right?" Said Miguel.

"Yeah, well, this is how I cope with a lot of things," I said with a slight shrug.

"There are other ways to cope with things," Miguel mumbled.

"Yeah, but this is more like my style," I said rolling my eyes, I turned to face him, "So, why'd you come?"

"I... I came to talk with ya," Miguel sighed.

"If it's to lecture me about smoking, then I ain't interested," I chuckled.

"No, it's about your backgrou-"

"What so you know about my history?!" I shouted pinning Miguel to the floor, "I swear to God if you say anything, I'll kill you!"

"How the hell does that make any sense?!" Hissed Miguel.

"What do you fucking know, Miguel?!" I shouted while gripping on his spider suit.

"All I managed to watch was what happened to your uncle, mother and some random girl!" Miguel growled, "I didn't go any further."

I sat on his crotch and pulled my hands back. I stood up and went back to the edge of the roof.

"Why... did you do that?" I asked shakily.

"I... wanted to see what would convince me to recruit you," Miguel sighed.

I let out a long and heavy groan, "There's more to it," I said rubbing my temples, "I'm sure you know that I hate my piece of shit father."

"Why? Why do you hate your father?" Miguel asked as he placed his hand on my shoulder, "He put you into self-defense classes. He took care of you."

"Hah! That's gotta be the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" I laughed, "My dad abused me and my mother mentally, maybe physically too. Sure, he was there for me, but I made sure to never acknowledge my old man in every possible way,'' I turned my back to him, ''My uncle was like a real dad to me, yet they had to take him away from me.''

"Your uncle... he was a caring man,'' Miguel sighed.

''Yeah,'' I said with a slight voice crack, ''He was the best father figure I had in my life. My mom was the only one who was there for me when he died. Then the stupid office fire happened and she died hours later in the fucking hospital. Where was my dad in all this?'' I laughed and turned my body to face him, ''He was cheating on my mother with a girl who was the same fucking age as me! He didn't show up to my mother's funeral! After what he put us through, he decided to make a new life for himself. He didn't bother to invite me to his wedding, let alone meet my half brother. I didn't care.''

''You've been carrying all this burden for how long, Shakira?'' asked Miguel.

I took a deep breath, ''It's been two months since my uncle and my mom's death,'' I sighed heavily, ''The only way I know how to cope is by smoking my cigarettes. Olivia, my roommate, she's been experimented on by Alcamex. I blame myself for what happened to her, but she is always smiling and laughing with Mercy,'' I chuckled softly, ''Man, I must be boring you, aren't I?''