Miguel O'Hara, or, most commonly known as "Spider-Man 2099"
He's cold, uncaring, and unlikeable, or so I thought.
Everyone always thought of him as rude and standoffish, we all suspected it was because of the pressure he was under to save the multiverse. I think that it's not an excuse to treat us like trash, especially with all we've done for him and to help him. He really gets on my nerves, but what can I do? There's just something so fascinating and enchanting about him.
He called me to come to 'talk' to him this morning. I have the feeling it's because I fumbled my last mission, but I mean everyone makes mistakes, right? I was sent with a few others to clean up an anomaly, but things got out of hand, and as far as I know, it doesn't look good. But it wasn't my fault. I tried my best but no one realized how hard this enemy would be. But I just know he's gonna blame me, yell at me, god knows he's gonna lecture me and be stubborn as hell. Why can't he just get off my back? Every day I wonder more and more what his problem is, sometimes I can barely stand him.
As I walked in I looked around to see where he was, but all I saw was his silhouette leaning over his computer, as usual. He must've heard me walking up because he slammed his fists on the object in front of him "Do you even know how hard this is going to be to fix this!?!" He yells, still not facing me. Even when he's blinded by anger and yelling at me I still can't help being distracted by him, the way his suit wraps around his muscles. His broad shoulders and slutty little waist allured my stares. But I know I have to be focused and fix things, so I look back up, my eyes meeting with his, which are red with anger. I knew he was angry but I was completely unprepared for this. "Look at this!" He shouted, adjusting the monitor so I can see it. It revealed the black hole eating the universe. Shit, I knew that I messed up but I didn't grasp how bad it really was.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know that me messing up was gonna have that much of an impact," I exclaim. I continue to try to explain and emphasize how sorry am and ask if there's anything I can do to help. "Maya..." He finally whispers, silencing me. "No puedo manejar esto más. Lo juro por Dios," he mumbles, barely eligible, as he glares at the ground. "Maya, you're one of my best teammates. I need you to act like it. Or all we've done has gone to waste." He brings his eyes up to mine once again, his eyebrows slightly softened but still noticeably upset. "Yes sir," I respond hastily. "Is that all you will be needing from me?" I ask, "Yes, you are dismissed, thank you for your time." I admire him once more before turning around and returning to my quarters.
See what I mean by he can be a real asshole sometimes? But I mean, It's kinda hot.
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Messed up ☆ Miguel O'Hara
FanfictionYou always had a hatred for Miguel, he was always so disrespectful. But yet, I could never seem to take my eyes off of him. And things took a turn for the better when I found him a whimpering mess underneath me, begging for me to make him feel good...
