Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

THE MISSION [MW/F]

HE'S SO ANNOYING. All I can do when I look at him is roll my eyes. He genuinely makes me blood boil and it's getting on my last nerves.

"Y/N," said man calls my name, his arms crossed, "Are you listening?"

I look at him lazily, "No. Say that again."

He rolls his eyes and repeats himself. "You're teaming up with me to find the anomaly. I need you here tomorrow morning."

Great.

I move my eyes away from him.

"Is that all, boss?" My tone was uninviting, as I pulled my mask off and grabbed my bags, "We have a long day tomorrow, as you said."

Miguel raised his eyebrow, narrowing his eyes at me, "So, you were listening."

I shrugged as my lips pressed together, "I just wanted to get a rise out of you."

He scoffed while Hobie and Peter stifled their laughter. I winked at them, smirking.

"Bug out," I waved before teleporting out of his office and to my dorm at the headquarters. I plopped down on my bed, sighing as I looked up at the ceiling.

It wasn't always like this. A long time ago, Miguel and I were actually friends. I used to be a villain, and he pulled me out of it, making me realize the errors of my ways.

But old habits die hard.

The differences of being a villain and a hero is that a hero would sacrifice someone they love to save the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world to save them.

When I was left with a choice to save my sister or the world, I chose my sister. I didn't even feel guilty— and Miguel knew that. Which is why he went behind my back and chose the world, ultimately leading to my sister's death.

I don't blame him. I blame myself. My sister said to save the world, but I went against her wishes. Miguel did what he had to do. I just didn't want to lose her, and even though I know he understood, it still hurts.

After her death, Miguel and I's friendship ended. I still see it in his eyes that he's sorry, and that he feels guilty. I know he's sorry. I just feel it's better hiding behind this mask I built for myself than to ever take it back down again.

"Miguel's worried about you," I hear my roommate's voice as she enters the room and throws her back on the floor.

"Tell it to someone who cares," I sit up, shrugging as I look up at her.

"Come on, Y/N," Gwen pleads, kneeling down to look up at me, "It's been three years. He's sorry."

"I know he's sorry," I take a deep breath, "I just don't know if I could ever go back to the way it was."

Gwen shrugs, "Yeah, I get that. He's just hurt, too."

She stands up and climbs to the top bunk.

"He likes you."

I furrow my eyebrows. I immediately stand up and jump to the ceiling, looking at her from upside down.

"He, what?!" I exclaim, my eyes wide as I stare at her chuckling.

"Can you not see it?" She laughs, pulling me to her bed, "He looks at you with so much love it's disgusting sometimes. Always starting at you for a second too long. He's so infatuated by you even Peter's disgusted. And you know he's a sucker for love."