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

▸ FIVE ◂

With no company whatsoever, you found yourself training in a large gym found in one of the floors of the building. Most of the people you knew had left to help Miguel and Jess defeat the swarm of anomalies, so you were left to yourself. And you had to admit, you were pretty salty. 

When Miguel had given you the order to stay put after he left, you felt very weak. Like he thought you were too weak or inexperienced to handle another anomaly even though you did so well on your first one. Therefore, you decided to ignore any of his calls or messages if they ever came.

And so here you were, training your butt off in the large, empty room to let off some steam, as well as to test out your new web-shooters. The more mannequins you took down, the better you felt. The weakness within you started to dissipate, thankfully. After numerous takedowns, you took a small break to take a sip of water and do some stretching. You felt much better.

Before you knew it, hours had passed and you began to feel lonely and somewhat bored, so you wandered to your room to take a shower and hopefully grab something small and delicious to eat. On the way to your room, you found yourself feeling a little distressed. It had been hours since you last saw your friends, and more specifically, Miguel. Were they okay? Should you call? What if they need help? Maybe you should turn the notifications back on.

You made it to your room and desperately needed the hot shower. As much as you wanted to call and help, you felt a little petty. Especially toward Miguel. He's the one who left you behind because he thought you were weak, so he could deal with the mess without you. While the pettiness remained, you continued to worry. The steamy shower you had took the anxieties off of you and down the drain. Feeling much lighter, you dressed into a comfy outfit with tights and a light sweater and made your way to the cafeteria. 

It was protocol to always wear your suits in case there was a breakout of anomalies or if one did not have a Spiderman to cover them. And so everyone was expected to be prepared to step in. However, the pettiness you felt caused you to disobey. Miguel thought you weren't ready to handle an anomaly yourself, so why wear your suit if you're not allowed to fight? The elevator took you about halfway down until Lyla appeared beside you.

"Hey, (y/n)." Lyla sighs, pinching her temples. 

Your anxiety immediately spiked up from her expression and tone. "Lyla? What is it?"

She looks at you with a frown, "Miguel wanted me to make sure you were okay. You weren't answering any of his calls so he thought you went and did something stupid."

You scoff, "Excuse me? He thought I was that much of an amateur to go behind his back?"

Lyla shrugs with a sheepish smile, "His words, not mine."

You let out a furious groan, clenching your fists. Lyla giggles at your frustration before turning more serious, "And also," You silence yourself with a huff, glancing at her to continue, "He's hurt pretty badly."

Your insides drop and you snap toward her, "Where is he?"

Lyla gives you directions and you finally make it to a hidden part of his large office. It was almost like a second room similar to his dorm next to yours. With no hesitation, you barge into the room, seeing a beat-up Miguel being assisted by Jess. They both snap up at the commotion and break out into visible relief at the sight of you. It was a decent room with a bed, bathroom, and a desk, nothing extravagant but nothing too simple. The room was well lived in.

As you stomp over to them, Jess gets up from the bed and meets you, "Oh, (y/n), thank goodness! We thought-"

"What happened?" You ordered, grabbing Miguel by his chin and moving his head around to see dark bruises on his cheek and the way he held his shoulder carefully.