❰𝟰.𝟰.𝟭❱➣ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 {𝕞•𝕙}❘ [𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖛 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

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"You weren't supposed to go on this mission,"

Those were words Miguel told as he swiped on the monitors in front of him, eyes focused on the screen.

You had got ahead of the rest, even leaving Miles with Gwen and Hobie since you wanted to meet up with your boyfriend alone.

"That's one way to greet me," you gave him an unimpressed look, "And I helped—"

"—disrupt a canon event," he pointed out, still not turning to face you yet.

"I helped a fellow subordinate, Miguel," you narrowed your eyes at him. You noticed that one of the screens was displaying a file with your name in bold letters, "What's that?"

"Nothing," Miguel swiped it away, "Just the last mission's report," he still wouldn't look at you, the frown on his face never wavering.

"Would you look at me when I'm talking to you?" You pushed yourself to sit on his desk.

Miguel's shoulders rose and fell in a sigh as he exhaled deeply. He turned around to face you and that's when you noticed it.

The droopy eyes, the faint shadow around his eyes due to lack of sleep, the irritation in his voice— it all made sense. 

Ever since Spot had been making his appearance frequent, Miguel was set on getting hold of him and refusing to get any rest until he did, hence overworking himself.

You pursed your lips, placing a hand on his cheek in growing concern, "When was the last time we got some sleep?"

Standing in between your legs. Miguel sighed into your touch, leaning into it as his eyes fell shut immediately, "When you were last here with me," he mumbled, his hands finding purchase on your waist, "Can't sleep without you, amor,"

"Let's stay like this for some time," he muttered lowly, even though only you were in his dimly lit office, "Hold me. Please,"

You embraced him when you felt his arms going around your body, his body heat seeping into yours as his large form shadowed over you.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into your neck, "For yelling at you for going on that mission,"

You sunk your fingers into his hair at the back of his head, "You're kinda forgiven. And we're gonna get visitors anytime now. So, brace yourselves."

"Who?"

"Y'know, Gwen, Hobie," you paused, not knowing how he'd react to the newbie, "And Miles, remember?"

Just like that, Miguel's serene expression morphed into that of annoyance, "Ah, yes, Miles,"

"Yeah," you winced at his annoyed expression, "Apparently, he followed Gwen to Mumbattan, even though she never told him to in the first place,"