Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

IN EVERY UNIVERSE... [MA/F]

IN EVERY UNIVERSE, Miguel O'Hara longs for a family. It works out in some universes and in others... it doesn't end well. After the loss of his two daughters, Y/N and Gabriella, Miguel only watched from afar. He couldn't disrupt another canon-- he couldn't let them die again.

As Miguel watched scenes from the past, he saw himself happy with his daughters. They were everything he's ever wanted.

"Miguel," a voice called from afar, interrupting him.

Miguel paused his screen and looked down, seeing Jess Drew and Peter B. in his office.

"What?" he asked simply with little emotion.

"The new recruits are here," Jessica continued, "They'll be here any second.

He shrugged, Why should he care?

"And?" his eyebrow raised as he looked down at them, "Do what you usually do. Show them around and stuff. Déjame en paz."

He turned back around but still felt their presence. He groaned and turned back around again.

"What? What?" he questioned, an annoyed look on his face as he watched them stand there awkwardly.

"Look, man..." Peter scratched the nape of his neck nervously, "When you see her... don't do anything weird. And don't freak out."

He furrowed his eyebrows, jumping down from his platform, "See who? Why-- Why would I act weird or freak out?"

Peter cleared his throat as him and Jess shared a look.

Miguel looked at them confusedly, "What are you guys not telling me?"

"Hey, guys," Another voice sounded, "I've got the recruits here."

Miguel looked up, seeing Hobie walk in, his arms crossed.

"Look," Peter diverted Miguel's attention, "It was all just a coincidence, okay? They couldn't have known. They wouldn't have recruited her if they did."

Miguel furrowed his eyebrows, completely confused on what Peter was going on about. He looked up and saw the recruits coming in. They all seemed like normal Spider-Men until--

Miguel's shoulders dropped as he watched her walk in, sunlight dawning on her face as she looked around. She looked almost the same from when she died-- just older. A teenager now. "...Y/N?"

The girl looked at Miguel, a small, polite smile on her face. She waved, "Hi."

Miguel immediately rushed to her, enveloping her into a bone-crushing hug. He held her head against him as he continued to hug her tightly.

A surprised look came on her face as she was enveloped in the hug, left with no choice but to hug him back. She patted his back awkwardly, looking to Peter, Jess, and Hobie.

"Does he always do this?" her voice strained as his arms were wrapped around her tightly.

They shook their heads awkwardly as they stared at the scene in front of them.

Y/N tried to take a breath, "Señor, you're squishing me. I can't... breathe."

Miguel parted instantaneously, holding her upright as she drew in a deep breath.

"Sorry, sorry," he sniffled as he looked her from head to toe, "You're okay? You're here? How?"

"I'm from a different dimension?" she looked up at him, her eyebrows knitted in confusion, "I was bitten by a radioactive spider at my foster home? The usual...?"

"Foster home?" he questioned her, "Y/N, do you not know who I am?"

"Should I?" she asked him, her eyes squinting as she shrugged, "I'm sorry..."