Widow

Giggles

(Olivia's pov)

Well, here I am. Alone in my shared apartment. It's not so bad, but I kinda miss Mercy causing a ruckus and Shakira's yelling. You know, ever since Mercy merged with me, it's been really fun!

"Might as well finish a drawing I was working on," I mumbled softly.

Since I was alone in my apartment, I got to wear my favorite tank top and underwear. Once I grabbed my drawing pad, I sat back down on the couch and went back to finish a drawing, while munching down on some chips.

Just as I was about to start finishing my sketch, a familiar portal appeared in front of me. Then, a very familiar figure stepped out and stood in front of me. I looked up and raised my eyebrows.

"What do you want, gorilla man?" I asked.

"Where's Shakira?" Asked Gorilla man.

"Out running errands with Mercy," I shrugged and went back my drawing pad.

Even if my focus was on my drawing pad, I noticed that he was squirming around and was all fidgety. He then cleared his throat and I looked up at him.

"May I ask why  you're in your undergarments?" He asked.

"It's my apartment and I was alone until now," I said, "Why? You're admiring the view or something?" I laughed softly.

"You hang around Shakira too much," he chuckled softly and shook his head.

"She is my best friend and roommate," I sighed, "Not to mention the shit I put up with her sex drive."

"I-I beg your pardon?" He choked.

"Nada," I said, "You wouldn't understand it anyways."

(Nothing.)

He sighed heavily and his mask disappeared. I raised an eyebrow as I examined his face. He was attractive but tall as hell. He ran his fingers in his hair and took a deep breath.

"Look, about the other day, I would like to apologize for the way I acted," he said and took his hand out, "Let's start over. I'm Miguel O'hara."

I stared at his hand for a moment then took his hand and shook it, "Olivia O'Malley."

"O'Malley? Is that an Irish last name?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I mean, I guess so," I said, "My dad was Irish while my mom was Mexican. My dad left my mom when I was maybe a year old and she practically raised me on her own. But, man was it fun! I haven't seen my dad though, or do I care about him."

"Really? Don't you think that's a bit harsh?" Miguel chuckled, "But, I guess I can agree with you on that."

"Hell, even Shakira hates her dad," I said, "Speaking of her, she should be back by now. I only told her to fetch me some weed oil and brownie mix."

"Weed...oil?" he said slowly, "Ay, Dios mio..."

(Oh my God...)

"Hey, if you judging me, then you can leave," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest, "Besides, you never told me why you were looking for Shakira."

"Well, I was going to recruit her," Miguel mumbled, "But I suppose I have to wait here while I'm talking to her friend who is standing in front of me with nothing but a tank top and panties."

''Like I said, you can leave," I said with a shrug, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I would like to get back to eating chips and drawing on my couch."

"And may I ask what you may be drawing?" Miguel asked while raising an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you're one of those crazed anime people."

"Do you even know what an anime is, Miguel?" I asked sarcastically.

"Of course I know," he scoffed, "It's one of those Japanese cartoons that are just filled with nonsense and nudity."

"...Are classifying Hentai?" I snickered.

"What?" he said in a confused tone.

"You kinda classified Hentai," I said, "Not all anime's have nudity. Well, maybe most, but that's besides the point. Hentai is where they show everything from tits to dick.''

"...No wonder I felt grossed out by it," Miguel mumbled.

I let out a loud snort as I burst out laughing. I held my hand over my mouth as I felt him glaring at me. His face was bright red from either embarrassment or anger. His hands were balled into a fist and his jaw clenched tightly.

"What's so funny?" he asked angrily.

"I can't believe you actually watched hentai!" I said between laughs, "Oh, man, wait till Shakira hears this!"

"Eres tan insufrible como ella. ¿Cómo puedes vivir así?" Miguel asked, he sounded quite irritated.

(You are just as insufferable as her. How can you live like this?)

I calmed down a few seconds later and sighed heavily and chuckled faintly, "Well, in case you forgot, Shakira has helped me when I was fused with Mercy. She took me in and we've been helping each other out since then."

"Yeah, and not to mention dealing with her symbiote, which I created," said Shakira.

"Oh, you're back?" I asked.

"¡Por fin!" Miguel scoffed, "Shakira, as head of the Spider Society, I, Miguel O'hara, decided to-"

"Save it, I got groceries to put away," Shakira dismissed him, "I'll leave your oil and brownie mix in the pantry, Olivia."

"Thanks, Kira!" I said.

"Via! Via! Shakira got me a chicken!" Mercy shouted, "I named her Lupita!"

"A chicken? Why would you get her that?" I asked Shakira.

"She wanted one, so I bought it for her," Shakira sighed, "She's taking care of em though."

"Hello? I am still here, you know?" Miguel said, clearly irritated that we were ignoring him.

"Yeah, we know," Mercy, Shakira and I said in unison.

"Shakira, I came here to inform you that you have been recruited in the Spider Society," Miguel said.

"Oh, wow," Shakira said in a sweet and honey-like tone, "Should I go out to buy a cake for this "amazing" news?"

"...You're being sarcastic, aren't you?" Miguel asked.

"Am I?" Shakira asked.

"I feel like you are," Miguel grumbled, then sighed as he handed her a watch, similar to his, "This is a gizmo. You will be able to travel between universes and to the Spider Society. And knowing you can't be separated from your provocative friend, I brought her one as well."

"Hey, you came here unannounced and saw me in a tank top and panties," I yelled, "It ain't my fault you decided to come in at a bad time."

"Whatever, I'm leaving," Miguel scoffed, "I hope to be seeing you soon, Shakira."

"Sbrigati, e vattene. Non sopporto di vedere il tuo stupido culo qui," Shakira said in Italian.

(Hurry up and get the fuck out. I can't stand seeing your stupid ass here.)

Miguel scoffed as he opened a portal with the watch he had and finally left. I looked back at Shakira and then at Mercy petting her chicken, Lupita.

"You gonna go check it out?" I asked, "Whatever he said to go to."

"Maybe later," Shakira said tiredly, "I'm gonna shower and head out again."

"All right," I said.

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