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

▸ FOUR ◂

Throughout the past few weeks that you waited for your new suit, you were able to spend time with other spiders and your teammates and got closer in the process. One time you went shopping with Jessica and helped her pick out baby clothes and toys. You got along well with Mayday; you even think she started liking you as much as Miguel. You'd see her almost every day and babysit her for Peter B. Parker.

You finally met Peter B. Parker's wife, Mary Jane, and found multiple things in common with each other. It was so nice that you no longer have to live in constant fear in your home. Ever since you found out time had frozen, you seemed to think less and less of that world.

"Hey, (y/n)." Miguel approaches your lunch table and sits down beside you.

The cafeteria was busier than usual since an exclusive item was on the menu today. You figured you would finally try the food rather than cook for yourself in your apartment. And you were glad you did, they served delicious and high-quality food rather than the scraps and dust that you were used to. 

Having taken a bite from your sandwich, you simply nod at him. Miguel pursed his lips at the lack of response and awkwardly began to pick up items off of his tray. You notice he has a large appetite with the amount of things piled into his plate.

Once you swallowed your food, you spoke clearer to him, "Are there no other missions today?"

He shrugged, "Well, there are anomalies every day. I just leave it to the other recruits."

You hummed, taking a sip of your drink, "I see. It is good you trust others with your work."

"With so many anomalies each day, it's hard to keep track of. And it's tiring since each dimension is so different and the target can be so difficult to beat." He sighed, "That's why I leave the excess work I can't handle to the others."

You admire him for his leadership, he admits he cannot handle it all at times and it's a good thing that he's able to communicate that. Most times leaders tend to carry the burden all on their own instead of trusting the teammates and working together.

"That is very admirable, Miguel. It can be hard to handle everything on your own," you place a hand on his shoulder, "I am proud that you are our leader."

Miguel breaks out into a smile, "You think so?" He laughed and turned away, feeling himself getting awkward and embarrassed. "That's good . . ."

You fold your arms in front of you and sit up straighter into a more confident stance, "I am sure once I get my new gear, I will be able to handle anomalies all day."

He snorted, "Yeah, uh-huh. Speaking of your gauntlets, it's just about finished. We also finished modifying your sniper and made you a new suit. You want to check it out after this?"

You perked up, "A new suit? Oh, I would love to!"

You and Miguel continued to discuss other things and learn more about each other. Some small things like your favorites and his favorites, as well as engaging with his experiences of difficult anomalies. It was a really nice conversation with Miguel that you never wanted it to end. Unbeknownst to you, Miguel felt the exact same way. And although he always dreads his duty running the entire fiasco here, he found something to look forward to every day: you. Everything became bearable the more you were around him.

Heading to the main room where your suit was being constructed, you felt yourself shiver in excitement. You've worn that same suit for most of your career, and this is the first opportunity you've had in ages for something new. When you and Miguel finally arrive, you're met with Lyla posing proudly in front of your suit floating with some sort of technoglogy.