Y!Miguel O'Hara x reader (fem)

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"Hi there! I'm Spot. What's your name kid?"

What the- wasn't I just sitting on a bench?

"Well I'm y/n, nice to meet you. Do you know how I got here?"

 He nodded.

"Mhm! Using my spots of course!"

He showcased using powers to make black dots around that teleported things.

"Dang, that's cool Spot. So you can teleport to different dimensions?"

"You got that right!"

"Oh, that's really cool!"

The Spot, was all white and had black spots on him. It looked kinda cute and funny.

I looked around where we were. It seems we are in a fallen building that had a tiny garden in the middle through the rubble.

"So, why am I here?"

He sat on a pile of rocks and put his hands on his chin.

"I need your help if that's alright."

"Oh sure. What do you need help with?"

The Spot stood back up and dangled his hands by his side, going over to a bag and grabbing a laptop.

He scooted towards you and opened the laptop for you to see.

There was a graph of DNA strands.

"I been looking for someone like you for a while. You see, ever since you bit that Spider-Man, your gonna get random powers."

"Hey, how do you know about that?"

"I have my ways."

I shrugged. Doesn't matter, already like a million people know.

"So with your new powers, I will need your help to kill Spider-Man!"

"Which Spider-Man, there's like 1 billion."

"Miles Morales."

"Never heard of him."

"Okay, we'll go in that hole over there."

I snickered.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm going!"

I hopped into the hole and I was in a new place, or dimension. 

"Welcome to dimension number 1610."

Looking around, it was a normal New York City. I was in a garden area between buildings.

"So this guy is somewhere around here?"

"Yup, he'll show up eventually. Always does."

We just sat on a bench, Spot clacking random stuff on the computer. I swear I saw him playing tetras on it.

Then after a while, a robbery started to go on. We watched the people run, but suddenly get hoisted up in the air with webs. 

"There he is." Spot whispered to me.

"HEY SPIDER-MAN!" He yelled over to the figure on the light post tying up the robbers.

The Spider-Man turned his head to see us and swung down, walking over towards us.

"Spot, who's your little friend?"

"I'm not little bitch." I glared at him with a shitty look.

"Okay sorry, not little."

I rolled my eyes. Try hard.

"This is y/n, and she's gonna help me whoop your butt!"

Miles chuckled and mumbled stuff.