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

Banter (Oneshot) Fluff

Sorry for the absence.... I forgot I even wrote this.
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Nueva York.

You were in Miguel's office, sitting on his chair, watching him work... his focus completely on the purple screens in front of him.

You watched as he dragged the purple screens across the air, colliding them into each other... making them bigger, smaller, all while keeping a hand on his hip.

CH4, C3H8, NaOH, AlOH were just some of the words on his screen.

"Mierda, that's propane...que..." he said to himself. (Shit, that's propane... what...")

It was already 10:56pm... far later than when he should've left, considering his duties are only mandatory when there was an emergency... he had taken on the work of other sectors- all of which wasn't his job.

Piles upon piles of digital papers sat on his desk. Peter Parker - Earth 1829.... New teleporter needed-asap.

"Migs... you look tired... you should go home now." You say softly.

He turned around to look at you, and you were right. Dark circles rested just beneath his bloodshot eyes. His hair was unkept and messy, his hair already thinner than it was last week.

"I'm fine querida.. just a little longer.." He mumbled as he turned back around to face his screens. "We are so close to this breakthrough... I just need un poco more time.."

You groan and roll your eyes... thinking of ways to get him to stop working.

You smile.

You stand up and approach him silently, making sure to not make a single sound. You get right up to his ear and whisper..

"Migs... please..?" You whisper into his ear, gently placing your hands on his shoulder.

You feel his entire body tense up, eyes widen, and even claws come out.

"Y/n-" He turned to look at you- but he was cut off by you placing a small peck on his lips.

You watched as his tan skin became increasingly red...

"I-" He stuttered, unable to make any noise come out of his mouth.

You laugh and pull away, he follows you- almost unconsciously.

He stared you down with his red eyes, you felt stuck in place as long as he was looking at you.

"Dork." You giggle and sit back down onto his chair, spinning a few times before facing away from him.

"Y/n-"

He stops and sighs, turning back to his work.

"C'mon Migs. You're only 28 but you act like you're 67." You say to him.

"At least I never fail to make webs." He looks over at you.

"At least I have a spider sense." You huff back at him.

"At least I can speak spanish." He says, not stopping his work.

"At least.." You think for a moment. "At least I don't have grey hairs"

"At least I cured cancer." He says.

"Hey- my lab did that too.." You glare at him.

"Your lab. But not you." You can hear his smirk through his voice.

"At least I can admit I have a sweet tooth." You smile as you remember his extensive coffee order.

"At least I run a multi-trillion dollar multiverse headquarter." He says.