Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

ANTI-HERO [NR]

I'M NOT A good guy. I'm not a bad guy. I'm not really anyone when it comes to this whole business. I save people, but not the way all these heroes wish I would.

Walking into the next dimension, I chew my gum as I close the portal behind me with the gizmo I stole from Spider Society.

There's a canon event that is about to be disrupted, and my job is to fix that. Usually, I only have a few seconds' window, but it always works out for me.

Rubbing my eyes, I look around me. There was rubble everywhere, so I'm guessing this is the event where a police captain dies saving a child.

I reach towards my pistol, cocking it as I held my finger right on the trigger.

Then, something unexpected happens.

Four spider people swinging around this dimension, saving civilians.

I inwardly groan. Just made my job a lot harder.

As people run around me, I hear a child crying. I keep a close eye and watch as the police captain of this universe tries to save the child.

I walk calmly towards the scene, stopping in my tracks when a Spider-Man swings past me, trying to save him.

I chew the inside of my cheek as I step back, letting it play out for a few more seconds.

As I watch from behind the rumble, seeing a Spider-Woman look for the Spider-Man, I see her tear off the rubble from him and the Captain.

This is my chance.

I look around before raising my gun to his head.

I was about to pull the trigger if it wasn't for a hand that pushed it out of my hand. I furrow my eyebrows and try to go towards the captain so I could snap his neck, but an arm pulls me back and slams me to the ground.

This usually doesn't happen.

Black spots dance around my vision as I groan. I look up, seeing the one and only Miguel O'Hara.

Groaning, I huff. "What are you doing here?"

He keeps his hand secure on my chest, keeping me on the ground. His mask came off and I narrowed my eyes at him, trying not to focus on the stray curl that had led its way out of his hairstyle, along with those pinked cheeks off his. "I could ask you the same thing."

"What do you think, Miguel?" I said to him as my eyebrows raised. Was he oblivious? "Trying to save the canon."

"We don't do business like that, Y/N," he stated the obvious, his displeased eyes gazing into my annoyed ones.

"You might as well," I scoffed, rolling them as I looked up into those brown-red eyes of his. "You let deaths play out across the multiverse. I'm saving the ones that don't happen."

"By murdering them."

"Oh, come on," I pursed my lips as I look up at him. "Don't give me that self-righteous talk."

He sighs and shakes his head. He picks me up, wrapping hand cuffs around my wrists. He takes the gizmo and pockets it. "I told you, the next time you tried to kill someone, I'd stop you," he said, his voice low as his mouth came to my ear.

"And I told you that that wasn't going to happen," I replied, my jaw clenched and my voice hard.

"And that's why we're here right now," he sounded as if he didn't care one bit. He pulled back, running his eyes over my face for a second.

He opened a portal back to HQ, his hand around my arm.

I looked up to him. I bit the inside of my cheek and sighed. "I'm guessing we won't be having dinner tonight?"