Miguel O'Hara x Y/N O'Hara

Chapter 3

Y/N's POV

I went out for some air. I was on a deck that could show everything. The city is beautiful. The world is beautiful. How am I going to be able to tell Miguel. Would he even recognize me? Sure, it's been five years, but he's changed. This isn't my soft, caring, gentle, Miguel. This Miguel is rude, insensative, cold, dark, and bossy. What happened to him?

As I looked out to the city, I heard a door open. I looked behind me and saw the one and only, Miguel. I quickly turned back around as I was surprised by his presence. I leaned on the railing, pretending as if I wasn't nervous. It was as if meeting him for the first time. The butterflies in your stomach, the sweaty palms, the stuttering. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He's more...bulky and taller. What has happened to him after all these years?

He leaned against the railing next to me. He sighed. His mask was off and he looked out to the city. Those gorgeous brown eyes of his, that perfect jawline. His bulging muscles-I'M GETTING SIDE TRACKED. "I'm sorry for being...rude earlier." He sighed. "I lost the love of my life, my wife/husband, and along with my kids." He looked at me and looked startled. "Er, do you always stare at people like that."

I then realized I was staring at him in a weird way. The type of way someone would admire someone. The head resting on their hand, the arms resting on the railing, that soft look. I snapped out f it and cleared my throat. "Sorry, force of habit." I quickly said as I stood up straight.

He looked away. "Well, I just wanted to say that I am sorry." He smiled softly. That beautiful smile of his. God how I missed it, how I missed him. "My wife/husband  would always tell me, "If you know it isn't right, just apologize"." He chuckled. "She/He was always the kind-hearted one in the relationship. She/He were like an angel. My angel. We adopted two beautiful kids, Dante and Gabriella. They were only babies when we adopted them. They take after me, though." He chuckled and sighed. "When I lost them....I've changed. If she/he were to see me now, what would he/she say?"

I touched his hand that was resting on the railing. "She/He would be so proud of you. None of this is your fault. She/He would be glad just to know you're safe. Sure she/he might not recognize you at first, but your personality is what matters most, no? You might not look the same on the outside, but it all matters on what's on the inside. That's what she/he fell in love with." I said softly. I then realized I was holding his hand like a lover would, and quickly let go. I rubbed the back of my neck with the hand that I held with his. I cleared my throat and looked away. Hopefully he couldn't tell I was blushing. "Er, I mean, I bet that's what she/he fell in love with. I mean I wouldn't know. I'm not your wife/husband. Not that I wouldn't want to be. I MEAN-" I sighed and face-palmed myself. "Just forget I said anything."

He chuckled. "You know, you sound a lot like him/her. I mean you have the voice, the kindness, and the gentelness." He smiled softly as he looked at me. "That's why I fell in love with them in the first place." He sighed and suddenly his watch went off. It was an incoming call from a girl named Jessica Drew. He groaned. "Alright, let's go." As he turned to leave he stopped and turned his head so he could glance at me. "Thank you...for listening." He then started to walk away.

I smiled and follwoed behind me.

As we walked back to the same room, I saw many spider people. Gwen, Peter B. Parker, and a weird man who carried a guitar behind his back. It's...awesome. But one of them stuck out, she was pregnant and was sitting on a motorcycle. She's so badass.

"What is it now, Jessica." MIguel said cold. Outside, he was kind, soft, he was relaxed. But now he's tensed, ster, and cold again.

She looked at me and smiled. "And who is this?" Everyone's attention drifted to me. "Don't be shy, we don't bite."