"Through with you." Miguel Ohara x FEM y/n || ANGST, FLUFF, COLD HARD SMUT ||

New home

<TW: suicide + self harm>

Earth 982

Your universe was now collapsing in on it's self. Most- if not every living thing on it had now become deceased.

You moved back into HQ, however you requested for the room furthest away from Miguel's.

You had now become a permanent resident of Earth 982. All your stuff was gone, either in a black hole or god knows where. All you had was your suit. That was it. But because Miguel had caused.... quite a bit of.... events to take place you had decided to scrap the suit entirely. You didn't want anything to do with him, you didn't even want to look at him- much less talk to him.

You had isolated yourself from everyone and everything. You refused to eat, sleep, or even leave your room, with good reason.

You had spun your self a cocoon with your webs and you were now laying on your back facing the ceiling. Completely incased in fluctuating thickness of webbing... some thicker some thinner, it really depended on whether you agreed to eat or not.

You lay there, still.

Miguel was sat outside your room, you could sense him. His every movement, you could hear his breath, his heartbeat and his soul. He could do the same.

You sit up and stare out the window, the brightly saturated day time, despite looking happy, was all but a call back to what you had lost.

Aunt Ben. She's dead. You watched her die as Miguel scooped you away. If only he hadn't picked you up, if only he left you there, you both would've shared the same fate.

Miguel couldn't do that. It wasn't a sense of justice he needed to feel when saving you, his body moved on it's own. He lost Gabriella, stood up and went straight to you. He didn't think, he didn't react, he probably didn't even breath during the entire thing, but he knew, if he had let you die there with the rest of your world, he would not live with himself, he could not... if he lost you, he'd turn every single universe upside down just to see your face again.

It's evident that you both still share a burning passion for the other... however the layers and layers of guilt, grief and trauma would shelter those feelings from ever coming out again.

You blamed yourself, what if you had never even agreed to help Miguel? Would your universe still exist? Would you trade the hours, days, weeks, months that you spent with Miguel in order to see the faces of those you once loved alive? Would you be able to carry the fact that you gave up the happiest and lowest days of your life to see Aunt Ben alive?

Short answer... no. Even after everything he put you through, you still couldn't bring yourself to hate him. You wanted to hate him, you needed to hate him to move on. But you just couldn't do it. Your love for him was too strong.

Miguel's heart tears and rips with each sob he hears on the other side of the wall. Hearing you cry shook him on another level. Knowing he caused it... he wanted to cut off his limbs one by one, inch by inch if it made you feel any better.

You listen to Miguel's heart beat, it's synchronised with yours.

Would you ever learn to forgive him? What about the big empty hole in your heart that once belonged to Aunt Ben....?

You swing gently in your web... you move your hand slowly across a nearby table. There's a blade. You grasp it in your hand tightly and you stare at it for a moment.

You debate... is it worth it? You just wanted to distract yourself from the pain. Maybe if you just... you press the sharp edge on your skin and you feel a little relief in your body. The thoughts in your head blanked as you felt at ease for the first time in a while.