𝕎𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝔹𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕪𝕤

• Chapter Five •

•Earth-928•
Nueva York

That evening...

I stood in front of my apartment building in a short red dress with spaghetti straps and the skirt that is halfway above my knees, the chest area showing a bit of cleavage. I decided to wear it and match it with gold jewelry, red dancing heels, and a small purse for me to carry my necessities such as my watch, a compact mirror, lipstick, and nano-suit that Miguel and Lyla had made for me a long time ago. You know, in case for emergencies if the city is under attack while we're out having fun.
My hair was in a half up, half down style and slightly wavy, and my makeup was small and simple. It took me a while to dress this nice for someone.
I tapped my foot, waiting, and I looked over at the clock to check the time. 8:05 PM. I looked around to see if Miguel was nearby, worried if he stood me up. "He better not be messing with my feelings." I muttered under my breath, now getting impatient. I've already received some catcalling passerby's for the past ten minutes, but I already shoo'ed them off.

"(Y/N)!" I heard a voice call out to me. My head turned towards the source. Low and behold came Miguel O'Hara in a light blue button up shirt, black slacks and suit jacket, with his hair slicked back. My heart beat quickened from the sight, my eyes only focused on him. He was now standing in front of me, my eyes still fixated on him.
"Wow! For a superhero who just went through a battle in another dimension, you cleaned up real nice, O'Hara." I said with a sly smirk. He chuckled.
"Same to you, Parker." He complimented. I giggled to his humorous joke before he extended his arm to me. "Shall we?" He asked me. I smiled and snaked my arm, linking to his, then walked down the sidewalk towards the place I had mentioned. There was silence between the two of us, my thoughts racing through my head like lightning as I tried to think of a good conversation with him.

"Beautiful night, huh?" He asked me, breaking the silence.
"Yeah." I stuttered a little. More silence filled in between us again. My hands were starting to shake a little from how nervous I am with this whole thing. I stumbled a bit from not getting used to heels, which Miguel caught me.
"Are you alright?" He asked me. I nodded and we continued walking down the street. A few men who walked us by kept looking at me, but then cowered away when they saw Miguel next to me. "You look great," Miguel complimented. "I can't seem to remember the last time you had to dress up. Was it back

We arrived to our destination. I can hear the music from the outside as the DJ was playing some of the classics. Miguel opened the door of the club, the music getting louder and I went in first. Everyone was on the dance floor, dancing, standing at the bar or tables, as they danced or laugh or were showing that they were having a nice time.
"You got some good taste." He said. "Let's go grab a table before they're all taken." He suggested. I nodded and he went ahead of me as I followed him through the crowd. We stopped over at an empty table and I placed my purse down. Miguel took off his suit jacket and placed it on the tabletop as well. I couldn't stop looking at his arms where the shirt sleeves were trying to hide the muscular figure he has. I bit my bottom lip from the sight of it.
"I'll be right back." He said to me and walked through the crowd from the direction we came from. I took a deep breath, and took out the compact mirror from my purse to check if my makeup is still alright. I decided to take out my lipstick to touch it up a little, but not too much to make it looked like it was caked on.
I put my lipstick and mirror back in my purse, and waited for Miguel to return. I watched all the people on the floor, dancing in partners as their footing moved with the beat. All the women were moving their hips so smoothly at each step, and how intimately close they were to their dancing partners. My hands were starting to feel sweaty from the nerves about this whole thing. Would it actually be possible that the two of us would be that close dancing?

"Sorry it took me so long." Miguel said as he got back, two bottles of beers in his hand. He handed me the cold dripping bottle and I took a sip out of it, feeling the taste of alcohol going down my throat.  Some of my nerves went away. "Damn, I have forgotten the last time I went out and relaxed like this. Away from the hero work." I sighed, placing the bottle down on the table.
Miguel chuckled as he took a sip out of his bottle. "Same. I'm glad you got me out here." He said. I smiled and we cheered our drinks, glass clinking from the impact, and took a really good swig out of it.