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

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Miles had escaped with your help. That much you knew with the panicking faces of Margo and Lyla by the controls

You got to the Control Room, webbing your way through it. You glanced over your shoulder to see Miguel was hot at your heels. If he caught up to you, you knew he'd imprison you in order for you to not interfere with your canon. 

You shot a web at a nearby chair and hurled it back at him, but Miguel caught it easily, throwing it aside.  

You lowered yourself to your feet, finding nowhere to run anymore, "How could you use me like that, Miguel?" 

"You think I wanted to?" Miguel defended, "Sometimes we have to make tough choices for the greater good,"

"Was any of this even real?" you felt your lower lip tremble.

Miguel's expression cleared, his forehead creasing in hurt as he took a step closer to you, "Y/N," he reached his hand out, brushing some of your hair away from your face, pulling you forward by the curve of your waist, and rested his forehead against yours, "I do love you,"

You closed your eyes involuntarily, finding it easier to give into his familiar touch than to fight him.

His hand closed around your wrist.

Ice-cold realization dawned on your mind, "Miguel—"

His fist crushed the equipment around your wrist. You pulled back away from him in fear, stumbling on your own feet.

"But I didn't want to end it this way," Miguel looked down at you, straightening up.

You were suddenly pulled back by the console onto the platform so that it could build a containment around you. 

The lights flashed on and you noticed how the other Spiders had assembled in the Control Room, even Jess, Peter, and Ben. The three of them seemed powerless, heads hung low in disesteem.

You fought against it with all your effort until your expression shifted, a pained smile painting your features, "Told you there was something satisfying about the number 3,"

"What?"

You pulled out a fourth multiversal watch from the back of your suit, "Gotcha," you pressed a couple of buttons, opening a portal behind you.

Miguel's eyes widened in shock, "No!" He leaped towards you onto the platform to seize you.

But you already stepped back in through the portal and it closed just as Miguel reached close to you.

The last thing Miguel saw of you was your hurtful eyes burning in agony before you were gone.

"Lyla?" Miguel growled, hoping she'd have something.

Lyla winced from Margo's side, "Y/N had her AI wipe down her details from our database and that multiversal watch seemed to be not in sync with our systems. So, we can't really find her,"

Yelling in rage, Miguel ripped off the console with one pull, tossing it over his back.

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