Anomaly (Miguel O'Hara x reader)

Showers

Miguel leads me down a few corridors, to the elevator, to another floor, down more corridors and up some walls and around who knows where. I'm extremely disoriented and very thankful that this guy is guiding me because if he wasn't I would've probably wandered into a mysterious closet and never be seen again.

We finally arrive at a corridor with several doors with numbers on them. He leads me up to the last one and opens it.

I gasp.

The room looks amazing. It's got this futuristic look going on, of course cause we are kind of in the future.

It's mostly white, the furniture is very simple yet classy, and there's a floor to ceiling window that lets me see out into the city, which looks even prettier at night.

"I'm sorry we couldn't offer anything bigger or fancier, but this'll have to do for now." Miguel says behind me. "Once you get your first paycheck you'll be able to move out into a nicer place"

I look back at him. My eyes wide and my mouth on the floor.

The room is kinda small and very basic but it's easily the nicest room I've ever stayed in other than my house. I was expecting way less from a dorm.

"Are you kidding!?" I exclaim "This place is the coolest!" I run up to the window and take in the night scenery. I gotta go see the city sometime soon.

I hear him chuckle behind me, he's gotten a bit closer, and before I know it he's standing next to me, looking out the window too. "Well, I'm glad you like it. I chose the one with the best view."

I turn to look at him, he doesn't do the same though, so I can study his features properly. He's got a strong jaw and sharply angled cheekbones, his hair is a bit messier than earlier and some tendrils fall over his eyes.

I clear my throat, which makes him look at me. His gaze is so intense I can barely maintain eye contact.

"So um... you're- sad?" I ask, it's a weird question to ask but I've had it on my mind all afternoon and I want to know what his similar experience was according to Gwen.

He exhales tiredly and covers his eyes with one hand, walking around like he's about to scold me. "Ay Dios mío. What did those home-wreckers say to you?" 

"I- what? Nothing! They just said... that you were sad because something like this already happened to you or something" I try to defend them but I might just be making it worse.

He uncovers his head and looks at me with tired eyes, gesturing for me to sit on the bed.

I go over to it and sit down, the mattress is hard, but not too hard which I like. And the covers are extremely soft, kind of like silk but less shiny. I run my hands over the material while I wait for him to talk.

"A while ago, I found a dimension with a version of me that was... happy. He had this amazing life, a daughter and everything. As I monitored him, one day, he got killed. So I thought, what if I replaced him? And so I did. And everything was fine, for some time. It was like living in a dream. Until everyone started disappearing." He paused, clearly remembering things he didn't want to remember.

"My daughter she- she disintegrated en mis brazos. She died in my arms and it was my fault." He shook his head, pinching his nose. His face was twisted into a painful expression. It made me want to hug him.

"And now... I lost another dimension." He whispered. Finally stopping his strolling around to sit on the bed next to me, with a look of defeat. "I'm not- sad, y/n. I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry that I couldn't save you." His head is low, he's examining his hands.

I place my palm on his arm, making him look up at me. "It's not your fault Miguel. You have so much work already, you can't expect to save every dimension, and you said my one unraveled faster than you've ever seen before. There was no way you could've saved it." I try to reassure him.

He sighs, putting his hand on top of mine, and thanks me but insists he should've done something.

He stands up and gives me some quick instructions on how all the gadgets in my room work, and finally he says "Well, I assume you'd want to get showered and rest. You'll start your missions tomorrow and we'll start investigating why you're still alive when my schedule clears up a bit." He walks up to the door and before leaving, turns back to look at me.

"I um... if you... ever need to talk- you know, cause Spider-Therapist is..." he shakes his head, "I'm here for you, okay? I know what it feels like and... I would like to help, in any way I can." He finishes quickly and walks out the door, closing it behind him.

I stand in my room for a while, trying to process everything.

I open the other door there's in my dorm, it leads to a small bathroom, it's as neat and classy as the rest of the room. I get out of my suit and once I figure out the fancy controls, I turn on the water and step in.

As I wash the whole day off of me, I finally remember everything. Images of my disappearing world flood my mind, and before I know it, I'm sitting down in the shower, crying silently as I mourn an entire dimension.

Why am I still here?

Why didn't I disappear with everything else?