Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

SPIDER-MAN [A]

BEING A HERO, is not for the weak-- especially when you're at a near-death experience.

Like right now.

He's buried us under all this rubble, rocks, glass, and metal piercing at my skin. I groan softly, trying to catch my breath. "Y/N?" I heard Miguel's voice. It was shaking, and it broke my heart in two. His voice told me how broken he felt right now.

"I'm here," I nodded, spluttering. I ignored the drops of blood that poured down my chin, "I'm okay. Are you?"

"Yeah," he nodded, his voice breaking, "I can't do this. It's too much."

I looked through the darkness, trying to find him with limited movement. I was still pinned down between boulders, as I imagined he was too.

I stopped my head once I saw his silhouette. He was breathing heavily, giant rocks on his shoulders.

"Yes, you can," I told him, "Get up, Miguel."

He shook his head, his whole demeanor broken. He's shaking, aching to give up. But I won't let him. He serves a greater purpose, and I'll be dead before I don't let him live up to his destiny.

I nodded my head, speaking words of encouragement, "Yes, you can. Get up, Miguel."

"Y/N..." he tries to hide his broken cries.

"I'm not playing, Miguel," I build a strong exterior, keeping my voice stable. "You are a protector. You fight for this world, you protect it. The moment that spider bit you, you had a responsibly. A debt to the world you chose to repay. And with that responsibility, Miguel, comes great power. And only you can do it. I know you can."

His shaking breath become stable and I hear his grunts. He throws the rubble off of him, and stands up.

I smile, because he's ready.

He looks around, and my cough sends him reeling towards me in seconds. His hand is shaking as he looks over my pinned body. "Y/N, I-I need to get you to the hospital."

I begin to agree, but screaming from a crowd of people outside sounds. The villain Miguel was fighting...

I shaky my head as I pant. I look back at him, "No, what you need to do is help those people. You need to defeat him."

"I-I can't just leave you here," he breaths, trying to move rubble off of me as fast as he can. My unpinned arm comes up to his chest, and I stop him.

"You can come for me later," I hide the stinging pain at my side I'm sure is coating blood everywhere, though it's too dark to tell. "You need to fight. It's okay, Migs."

His jaw hardens and he takes a deep breath. He pulls his mask down and nods.

"Go get him, Spider-Man."

-

By the time Miguel comes back, I've lost an unhealthy amount of blood. I'm delirious, and it's oddly bright in this dark parking garage. Tears cascade down my cheeks, and I'm afraid I'll die alone.

That quickly diminishes when I hear Miguel call my name. I'm too weak to answer, but he comes to my side soon after.

"Hey..." he speaks softly to me, "Hey, you okay?"

My hands shake and I nod softly. My eyes are half-lidded as I look up at him. "I am now."

His eyebrows furrow and he quickly pulls off the rubble now that time allows him to. He tries to help me up once it's gone, but my groans soon stop him.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He asks, running his hands over my body.

He knows he's reached my demise when a loud groan leaves my lips. His shaking hand comes closer to his face as we both see the blood that coats his fingers.

"Fuck, Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" He pulls my shirt up, seeing more of the wound.

"Y-You needed to get up," I weakly say, finding my words. "The world needed Spider-Man."

He shakes his head, roughly pulling off his mask and throwing it off to the side. Tears run down his cheeks. "No, the world needs Y/N," His forehead comes in contact with mine and he whispers his next sentence. "The world needs you, baby."

I shake my head, "It's okay. I'm right here, Miguel."

"Yeah," he nods, picking his head up and running his hand over my cheeks, "Yeah, everything's okay, all right? We're gonna get you some help, okay?"

I nod softly, and try to take breaths, though they become increasingly hard.

"Somebody help!" Miguel screams, "I need an ambulance over here! I-I can't carry her, s-she's loosing too much... fuck..." he curses as he realizes no one's around to help him. Everyone left because it wasn't safe.

It's just me and him.

"It's okay," I whisper softly, "Hey, I love you, Miguel. I love you."

He cries, holding my body close to his. "I love you, too, Y/N. Don't worry, you're gonna survive this, okay? And when you get discharged from the hospital, we'll get some ice cream like you wanted, okay?"

"Chocolate chocolate chip?" I whisper shakingly, trying to take in as much air as I could.

He chuckled through his sadness, and we both know there's no way I'm making it out alive. "Yeah. I'll get you all the chocolate chocolate chip in the world."

I smile, and open my eyes as wide as I can. My hand comes to his cheek and I wipe some of his tears away. "Don't cry. Don't cry, Migs. I'm here. I'll always be here."

My hand moves down to his chest, and I weakly poke his chest.

"Okay?"

"Yeah," he nods, sniffling as he looks at me through bloodshot eyes.

"Kiss me," I whisper, keeping my eyes on him though the tunnel of light desperately wants to capture my attention.

He leans forward and kisses me, and I'm too weak to do it back fully. Only part of me kisses back, but he feels it.

I close my eyes, and his tears falling on my cheeks along with his wails are the last thing I hear before I leave the world—leave everyone.

Though the angel I met up with in heaven told me I could leave a piece of me with Miguel. She said leaving a piece of me would still allow me to live in heaven, but also be with him.

I ended up giving him all of me.

Because he's my only heaven. And when he dies, then finally, just like how it was supposed to be, we'll both come up and live forever at the same time.