Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

A FIX [W]

I TRY TO gain control of the anomaly the team and I are fighting, but he was too strong. He had Spider-Man powers as well as the fact that he was Vulture, leaving us at a huge disadvantage.

As I swing to try and catch him off guard, I watch my surroundings to make sure the team knows what I'm trying to do. They were all pretty hurt, and I was their last chance.

A few seconds pass and I jump on top of him. He begins to resist, trying to take me off of him. I hold onto him as much as I could, trying to lead him down to the ground.

"Get off of me!" He seethed, using the nails from the Vulture suit to draw blood from my arms.

I glanced at the long lines of blood that began to appear on my arms.

"No!" I yell, grabbing the back of his neck as I try to crash him down, "Just give up so we can send you home!"

He growls as he grabs me, flipping himself over. Once he does that, he digs his nails into my skin before throwing me down to the ground.

My back hits the floor and I groan loudly, watching as he flew away.

"Fuck," I took a deep breath. Slowly but surely I sat up, watching everyone else help the other up.

I look to Miguel, seeing him shake his head. He presses the inter-dimensional bracelet, opening a portal back to the office. He leaves without saying anything.

Everyone watches as the portal closes.

"Why did he just leave?" I ask, looking among them.

Peter came to my side and helped me stand up. He shrugged, "He's like that. Just leave him be. He'll be fine tomorrow."

I look to the spot his portal used to be and sigh.

"I'm going to clean myself up," I lie to him, my lips pursed, "See you later."

Peter nods and waved as I open my own portal. As I walk through, I'm in Miguel's office.

I stand behind him as he towers over his desk, staring down at it. He senses my presence but doesn't move to look at me.

"Go home, Y/N," he says in a cold voice.

I ignore his request and take a few steps further. His head slightly tilts.

"Y/N."

I sigh, wiping the blood that wasn't dry already from my nose. "Look, Miguel, I know it was a bad mission and I could help find out everything that went wrong..."

He called my name as I spoke, but I continued.

"We can do better next time, I know we can do it," I take a few more steps, inches away from his back, "It would help to talk about it, too, you know?"

I raise my hand to try and pat his back. Without giving me time to process, Miguel turns around and grabs the collar of my suit, pulling me the closest I've ever been to him.

"What are you doing?" I furrow my eyebrows, looking in his dilated eyes, "I don't want to fight, I just want to help—"

He pulls me, closing the distance. He leans down to my neck, inhaling deeply before I feel a sharp pain. My eyes widen, but I don't move. I let him drink whatever he needed from my body.

I reached up to his hair, my hands tangled in it. I tried my best to hold onto him, feeling myself grow lightheaded with every passing second blood left my body. I knew Miguel needed blood to live, but he had found a solution long before I came along. Even so, I cared about him too much to tell him to let me go. If he needed my blood, he could have it.

As I feel him disconnect from my neck minutes later, my eyes are halfway closed. I wait for him to drain the rest of me, but I could tell he restrained himself.

He separates himself from me, leaving me standing there as my knees were weak.

"You have to leave, Y/N," he told me, a slight panic in his voice.

"Sure," I say without any hesitation, "Right..."

As I turn to leave, I could feel my energy dissipate with every step. With my fifth step, one of my knees fall to the ground, then the other.

"Y/N?" I hear Miguel's steps grow closer.

"I'm fine," I draw inhales every second. My other knee falls to the floor.

His hands come in contact with my body as he helps me up. He then moves his hands, swiftly picking me up.

He sets me down on his desk, grabbing a water bottle. He raises it to my lips, guiding me gently to drink it.

I do as he does, watching him watch me. As I feel slightly better, I push the water down gently, silently telling him I was done.

He sighs and rests his head on my shoulder. I rub his shoulders up to his head, comforting him. He wraps his hands around me, his tight embrace feeling like Heaven on Earth.

I wrap my arms around him as well before pulling back.

"I'll go if you really want me to," I tell him, "I still think we should talk."

He shakes his head, "I don't want to talk, but I don't want you to go. Just... just stay here."

I looked up at him and nod. I'd take anything.

He nods back and picks me up from the desk, placing me down on a couch he had in his office. He sits next me, laying my head down on his lap. I look up at him as he plays with my hair in between his fingertips.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

I shake my head as I shrugged, "You're fine. I mean... you needed it."

He nods but sighs, "Not just anyone's, though. Yours. I don't know why, but whenever I'm near you, I just need your blood. I have to restrain myself."

I pursed my lips together, "So you're restraining yourself right now?"

He nods softly, "It's better now, though, since I already drank from you... it's the first time I've felt some relief since before I met you."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, feeling bad that he has to endure all that because of me.

He shakes his head, "Don't be. It's not your fault."

I nod and press my lips together in a small smile as I look at him.

"Miguel?" I asked, my voice small and fragile.

"Yes?" he responded with a gentle tone.

"If you ever need a fix... you can always call me," I tell him, "A few minutes of you taking it won't hurt me."

He chuckled. "Will do. Thank you, Y/N."

I nodded, smiling. As I continued to stare in his eyes, I felt him lean closer and closer until a soft kiss was planted on my lips.

After a few moments, Miguel pulled back. He ran his finger over my lips, feeling them with his touch.

"Want a taste?"

He chuckled.

"Read my mind."