✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 | 𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙾' 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚊 | 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎

The 'canon' was something Miguel never budged on. It was his purpose after finding what he thought was his salvation, and losing it just as fast- he clung to this instead. Clung to this notion that if he followed these golden strings of the story- that he would never lose anything like that ever again. He obviously hadn't healed since the loss of his daughter, the loss of his supposedly 'better' life. He was cold, he wasn't sleeping a good 80% of his week.

He took unhealthy suppressives, and most jarring- he had no one. Spiderman had MJ, in some cases Gwen Stacy- others it was The Black Cat- or even Deadpool. Sometimes it was even turned into a guessing game for who the new Spidey was gonna end up with. There would be a lot of bets, switching shifts, and Miguel looked down upon the entire thing. He knew they still continued their games behind his back but knew even more that they knew the real reason why Miguel was so ticked off about them. These spiders had someone- or were destined for that special someone, whether it be a scarred mercenary or a ginger model. Miguel wondered if they had ever bet on him. He felt no attraction to any of the variants, let alone anyone in his own dimension.

Though realistically, he wasn't meeting anyone there. All he saw were spiders all day, most with the initials of P.P., Canon was what Miguel had now, and that was something that would never leave him alone.

Until he found a certain anomaly. She was different. Far different from someone he had ever seen before. Her dying atoms, the ones killing her body- were being used to explore the infinite void of the multiverse. She had used her pain to do something new. He could admit it, he was ashamed of himself- hadn't he done the same? Then why was she out there- running, jumping, and rolling down hills of grass while he was cramped in a dark office chair all week? The girl had secrets of her own, ones he only found out through time. He treaded lightly across the frozen lake of her core. He chased her for weeks, and their game of cat and mouse made him feel something again- feel that spark in his chest again. He wondered if this is what that new thing was, that his dedicating path for canon was finally giving him something in return. This, her. The others began to see a difference, some could even swear he smiled under that mask when the two chased across the many New York's of space-time.

Her first wall was tough, it was thick in its own right. Just letting her personality show through the tiniest bit. A glitched smoke and vapor covered her portrait, one that hid her face. No matter how many times he tried to swipe the cloud away, it reappeared moments later- just before he could see what lay behind it.

One day, that searing pain of her never-ending glitches got to her. He was chasing and chasing, but this time she could only run so far. Before she collapsed in the pain she had been using for so long. Maybe her body knew it was time to stop running, or that it trusted him enough to lay back on his lap as she convulsed. Miguel didn't throw her in a cell, or some futuristic prison- but a bedroom. He owned a selection of apartment buildings in Nueva York. He did what he could to ease the pain of her body, he tended to her as she woke up in a panic. Maybe it was the fact she saw his face for the first time, or his acts of kindness towards an anomaly like her- but that glitchy splattered mask disappeared. And he saw her.

Her hair was strikingly white. Later confirmed to be a side effect of her strange body makeup. Her eyes were two different shades, sometimes changing in hue within a glitch. But the one thing that stayed- was the scar that circled her left side. He knew it was a burn mark, he had seen plenty in his Spiderman career. But nothing quite like this. She was ashamed of her marks, Miguel could tell. That was just another layer he would have to mine. The next one was her coat, it was a large yellow rain jacket. It matched her larger yellow boots. He had found out through their chases, and their conversations that she had loved the rain. But that wasn't the reason she wore it. He saw the way she clung to it. It was her shell, something that she could hide in if things outside got too tough. It took 2 months to even see her hood off. 2 months of late nights, teases, and her constant urge to explore the world around her- and everyone around that.