Reflections - Miguel O'Hara

Chapter 1

Background: Isabelle isn't supposed to be Spiderwoman. Her entire life changed one night as a teen when she is attacked and Spiderman saves her, risking his own life. Before he dies, he gives her the bite which passes on his abilities to her. Three years later, she runs into a different, older version of the Spiderman she knew, and he absolutely hates her.

Miguel gets stressed out at the thought of the anomaly from E – 1300655506 who shouldn't be Spiderwoman at all. When he is forced to bring her back to HQ after a fight in her universe, everything changes when she is unmasked.

Author notes: After watching Across the Spiderverse, I've been itching to read a fanfiction about Miguel but there aren't many yet so I decided to write one. Fanfiction.net haven't made the tags yet for it. Also, this story is FANFICTION, so it doesn't follow any specific timeline or whatever and is completely made up. Anyone has a problem with it can kiss my arse and leave. Enjoy 😊

Warning: Assault and violence

CHAPTER 1 – THE BEGINNING

My name is Isabelle, and I'm the one and only Spiderwoman.

I wasn't always this way. Three years ago, I was a seventeen-year-old girl who was stupid enough to believe she could walk along the streets by herself in the middle of the night. I had been beyond stressed and frustrated at my foster parents for the way they had treated me and the other kids, so I had run away in a fit of rebellion.

It had been a cold and wet night, my hoodie pulled over my face to protect myself from the rain. I hadn't heard or seen the men following behind me. They'd pulled me into a dark alley. I wasn't the kind of girl to shrink back and make myself seem small to hope they'd leave me alone. I fought.

I fought so hard for my innocence. For my life.

Just when I thought I was going to die, Spiderman had swooped in to save the day.

Or more like he'd clawed his way.

Spiderman had been around for a few years and had struck fear into the hearts of criminals. He was a scary looking dude; body covered in a red/blue suit, tall with lean muscle, claws instead of nails and rumoured to have vampire teeth. The crime rate had gone down immensely. But of course, you still get stupid idiots running around.

I'm not going to describe exactly what Spiderman had done to those men.

I remember I had sunk down to the ground and held my legs close to my chest. My fingertips had been coated in their blood from scratching and fighting. Any bravado I'd had was gone. I was nothing.

When Spiderman finished with the men, he had slowly and gently approached me as if I was a scared animal. Each time he'd gotten closer, I had pushed my small bloody body closer to the wall.

"It's okay now," he whispered, slowly crouching down and holding his hands up as if in surrender. "I won't hurt you. You're safe."

My eyes had locked onto his. His figure was distorted from my crying vision. He hand had slowly begun reaching out to mine with no claws and I had slowly reached out for him....

A gun shot went off. Then another. And another.

I screamed.

Spiderman stiffened then collapsed.

One of the men that had attacked me dropped the gun before dying from his ripped-up chest.

"No," I gasped, reaching out for Spiderman's lifeless body. I'd crawled to his body and my hand hovered over the bleeding wounds from his chest. "Oh my god," I cried.

My fingertips ghosted over his face, feeling the material of the suit. "Spiderman? Oh god, please!" I cried. I'd gently pulled him up onto my lap and cradled his head against my chest. My thumb rubbed over his cheek. "You saved my life," I croaked. "Please don't die. The world needs you!"