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

Petty lies

Earth - 982

Nueva York

You're hanging by your fingers to the ceiling, you're doing pull-ups. Since you started feeling better, you've realised that you have a lot of free time. And by a lot, you mean A LOT. So you've decided to just make food and eat it, and also to workout because why not?

This was something you've never really done before because you had become naturally athletic over time due to your super hero activities.

You had lost a good amount of your muscle and you had become weaker... well weaker than before, not weaker than the average human, you could lift well over 8 tons... about the weight of a yellow school bus.

It kinda sucks how you can't stick by your feet, after some analysis, it turns out it's because the radiation didn't quite reach your feet in terms of evolving it.

You look amazing. Your body is in the middle of lean and 30% body fat... women typically need to be around 20% body fat to maintain balanced hormones and health. You are content with how your body looks currently.

You finish doing your set and wipe some sweat off your forehead. You flick a web at your bottle and you take a big sip.

fizzz... Pop!

"Hey Y/n.." Lyla smiles at you.

"Hi Lyla." You say between sips.

"Someone's at your door." She points to the door, and the small panel showing: GUEST AT DOOR.

"Who is it?" You set the bottle down on the table next to you.

"Hobie." She says with a wink.

"Oh not this again.... let him in.." You sigh.

The door pops open and a hand pushes it all the way until it hits the wall with a silent clack. Hobie walks in with his boots, and before you even speak to him you point at his shoes. He remembers and takes them off before walking deeper into your apartment.

He walks in and looks around.

"Yo what's good Y/n?" He puts his arms out for a hug.

You walk to hug him but then refrain yourself. Remembering that you had just finished a workout. Your body is hot and sticky.

"Wait- no, I can't. I'm all sweaty." You back up a bit.

"Oh it's calm, didn't want one anyway. " He lets his arms fall to his sides.

Hobie is wearing his normal suit with some ripped jeans. He has a guitar strapped to his back. He has less piercings in today... only his nose ones and a few on his ear.

"Can I help you?" You ask. You eye him up and down.

"Ah yea- Miguel said that me and Gwendy can go on this mission to recruit someone- specifically Earth - 50101." He pulls a chair in front of him and sits on it, he crosses his legs.

"Gwendy?" You say.

"Yea... she's pretty sick... she can drum real well." He smiles. "Goes well nice with my guitar solos." He does a dramatic hair flip, only his hair doesn't really flip.

"Is that so?" You give him a look. You dab your towel on your chest and neck, collecting sweat off your body. The air conditioning sends shivers up your spine as you get a jolt of cold air to your semi-revealed body.

"Oh don't get jealous love, my eyes are only for you." He blows you a kiss and winks.

"Oh fuck off." You roll your eyes. You step into your bathroom to take a shower, you close the door and turn on the tap, you start to undress inside. Obviously Hobie is still outside, but he's moved to the outside of the bathroom door to talk to you.
"He let you a Gwen go on your own?" You say through the door. You toss your clothes into a small basket in the corner.