Silk & Cologne | Miguel O'Hara

Chapter 30 - Clarity

A/N Warnings: mentions of abuse, injuries, assault, character death.

A/N: With the holidays approaching, as of this chapter, I'll be taking a break from posting until the new year. Happy Holidays and have a happy new year!

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After Isabella was put to sleep from my enchantment, the rest of her remaining clones that were fighting the other Spiders had disappeared, vanishing into dust. It appeared they were only active while she was awake, able to focus her energy into keeping them active. With them gone, it made the clean up a lot easier.

Jessica organized a cleanup crew with Noir overseeing the repairs to his dimension. Thankfully thanks to Lyla's previous analysis, no canon events had been disturbed, so his dimension was safe and not at risk of disappearing. Some civilians were injured, but no casualties. I'd call that a win.

Kept locked in her cage, Isabella was brought up to HQ and put in the holding cells with some of the other villains. She'd be kept there until her interrogations were complete about her involvement with Harry Osborn, in order to try and figure out what Harry's intentions were with the Spider-Society and the Multiverse as a whole. After that, Petra would be able to bring her back to their dimension where she'd be charged for her crimes and imprisoned for good.

For the remainder of our visit, Miguel never left my side. In fact, he kept me at his side for as long as he could. His arm was still wrapped around me, his hand at my waist as I leaned against him for support. He continued to support me, even as he gave orders and looked over reports and analysis of the damage, spewing no indications of discomfort or needing to adjust, even as he opened a portal back to Spider Society HQ.

Miguel walked me to the medical bay where Spider-Doc was waiting, a spare bed ready for me. He must have called the Doctor ahead of time to prepare. Miguel carefully set me down on the bed, helping me lay down. He carefully recalled the piece of his suit that covered my wound and the nano-tech slipped back onto his hand, taking the form of his glove.

He exchanged a look with Spider-Doc, as if communicating silently with him. Spider-Doc nodded before glancing over at me with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. By the time I'm done, this will look like nothing more than a paper cut,"

"I know I'm in good hands with you, Doc," I managed a smile as I coughed, my body adjusting to the new position as a small jolt of pain ached at my side. I glanced over towards Miguel. "What about you?"

"I'll be okay," Miguel nodded, reaching down to squeeze my hand. "Rest a while. I need a moment to step out and. . . think , if that's okay?"

Think?

"I have feelings for you, too,"

Ah, of course. It was just like he said. That wasn't how he wanted to tell me. Not to mention it was most certainly not how I wanted to find out.

"Of course," I smiled softly at him, my eyes pouring into his.

He gave me a soft look in exchange, his fingers squeezing mine again before pulling away. His warmth lingered on my hand as he stepped away from the bed. "I'll call you when I'm ready to talk,"

"Okay," I nodded as I watched him turn and leave.

"So, I heard the mission went well today," Spider-Doc spoke up, breaking the ice as he gathered some supplies before pulling up a chair beside me.

I sighed softly, biting back a hiss of pain as he got to work on disinfecting and patching up my wound. "That's one way to put it,"

My Gizmo buzzed as I glanced over as the small holographic screen appeared to see a message from Gabriel.