Silk & Cologne | Miguel O'Hara

Chapter 29 - Retribution

Miguel's P.O.V.

Slowly the world stops spinning round him. Slowly his vision clears up as he sees Isabella push the now wrecked car hunk of metal off her form, snarling as she vaults forward. Miguel just narrowly jumps out of the way as Spider-Noir met her halfway, using his web shooters to catapult himself towards her as the two clashed.

He watched the pair fight in close combat, each exchanging hard blows but neither one backing down. That was one thing Miguel admired about Noir. He didn't feel pain as easily as the other Spiders, allowing him to keep fighting, lasting longer in most fights.

"Hold still you insufferable insect!" Isabella growled.

Miguel watched Noir swerved out of the way of an incoming slash attack, his trench coat flowing in the breeze before upper cutting the bat in the chin.

"I don't like hurting a lady, but for you I'd be willing to make an exception," Peter quipped as he staggered after her tumbling form.

While Noir had her distracted, Miguel glanced down at Lisa and his face immediately softened, his heart breaking bit by bit. He looked around, finding a clear spot in the park a bit of a ways away from the fighting and brought her there, gently setting her down to lay against a smooth rock. She was still trembling as he gently pulled back her mask, allowing her to breathe better.

"Mona Lisa. . ." he called to her softly as he reached out his large hand, gently cupping the side of her face.

She sniffled as she looked up at him, tears racing down her cheeks. "Are you okay?" With a delicate hand, Lisa reached up, her fingers shaking as she brushed over through his hair and caressed his ear, the skin there a bright red.

His heart broke at the question as he reached his other hand out to her other side, his thumbs gently brushing away the tear stains on her cheeks. "I'm– I'm okay," He forced himself to speak, shaking his head. "It's you I'm worried about,"

Lyla's voice came up as I felt my Gizmo vibrate along my wrist. "She's stable for now, Miguel, but it won't last long. She'll need proper treatment soon,"

Lisa took a shaky breath, her eyes drifting downward. "I'm sorry. . . You weren't supposed to–"

Miguel immediately clued in to what she was talking about. In that split second, his eyes darted down to where he had patched up her wound on her side, covering the slice from Isabella's claws. Covering up the scars that her step-father gave her.

It made Miguel's blood boil. Her step-father, this 'Jin' person. Someone who was supposed to protect her and take care of her. . . and he hurt her? He hurt his Mona Lisa?!

He gently shushed her, bringing his face closer towards her as Miguel gently pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes fluttering closed. "No, no, it's not your fault, ¿Tu me entiendes? " - You understand me?

It took her a moment to process what he had said before she slowly nodded her head as he pulled back softly to gauge her reaction. This wasn't on her. This was Isabella's trick all along. To make us vulnerable and hit us at our weakest. She hurt Lisa, and she would pay.

Miguel's grip tightened on her face ever so slightly, the tips of his fingers brushing along her hair. "You need to rest. You've done more than enough,"

Miguel didn't miss a beat when he saw her eyes widened as he leaned back down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He pulled back, taking her hand as he silently commanded her to keep applying pressure to the makeshift bandage. His expression was serious, but his eyes still contained a hint of softness behind them.