[⚠︎] ▼ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎 ▲ Miguel O'Hara x Reader▼ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷/ 𝟸

▸ TWO ◂

Miguel caught you observing his city, your eyes wide with awe as they took in the sight of the sleek, futuristic skyline. For a brief moment, he almost smiled. His city was far more advanced than your own, and despite everything that went down, your curiosity shone through. It was almost soothing as you studied the world around you, showing a completely new person Miguel wasn't expecting.

Now that you were calmer, Miguel took the opportunity to properly assess you. It was no mystery that you were formidable in combat-after all, you beat him not once but twice within minutes. That alone was enough to earn his respect, though he'd never admit it out loud.

His gaze lingered on your suit, the intricate design was rare among the hundreds of Spider-People he'd encountered. It was sleek, made with materials of the highest quality, but the worn-out condition said a lot about you. The scuffed edges, faded patches, and fraying seams hinted at your years of experience. Every strap, every compartment served a purpose, which explained where your combat knife from before came from.

As he studied you, one detail lingered in his thoughts: your voice. That melodic French accent had caught him off guard, a detail so unexpected it seemed almost out of place considering your previous hostility. It added a layer of complexity to you, one he hadn't anticipated.

His eyes fixated on your hair swaying down your back. The impressive long, dark locks were pulled back into a thick, tight braid, with not a stray strand in sight. The more he focused, the more he could see the faint, dark blue glint it had. Your color palette might seem bland to the naked eye, but Miguel found plenty of fascinating colors on you. A hidden beauty you were.

But what held his attention most were your eyes. Golden yellow, strikingly bright, they stood out against the dark, eerie palette of your suit and cool skin tone. There was wonder in them, laced with confusion. Those eyes, he realized, were more revealing than anything else-beneath the hostility, the defiance, and the trauma. They hinted at someone still trying to piece everything together, someone who can be swayed.

"This city will continue to grow the more I recruit Spider-People," Miguel finally said, pride evident in his tone. He stood beside you, gazing out at the sprawling, futuristic cityscape through the massive window. The neon lights danced on his sharp features, accentuating the intensity in his expression. "This organization I run exists to capture anomalies-like that bird you encountered-and return them to their proper dimensions."

Your gaze shifted from the city back to him, curiosity sparking. "What are anomalies, exactly?"

Miguel crossed his arms, his voice steady as to not confuse you. "Anomalies are disruptions in the multiverse-beings or objects displaced from their own dimensions. They don't belong anywhere else, and their unwelcome presence causes instability in the multiverse. Think of the multiverse like a web: every world is a strand, interconnected but distinct. Anomalies are like stray threads that don't fit, tangling the web and ruining everything. If it is left unchecked, they can cause the entire structure to collapse."

You frowned, the words feeling foreign as they roll off your tongue, "So, that bird... is an anomaly."

Miguel nodded. "Exactly. Did you happen to see it glitching weirdly? Since it's from another dimension entirely, its entire being doesn't exist in your world, therefore its atoms were malfunctioning. It's my job-our job-to fix these tangles before they unravel."

It was all beginning to make sense, especially after everything you've seen and gone through, you were starting to believe it. The connection you had with the other spider people, the glitching bird that came out of nowhere, the futuristic and complex city functioning before you, and now the realistic explanation you were receiving. It was an overwhelming downpour of information, leaving you both exhausted and awestruck.