Silk & Cologne | Miguel O'Hara

Chapter 32: Firsts

The rest of that afternoon went by fairly quietly.

Petra was notified of Isabella's capture, and she wasted no time in showing up to HQ as quickly as possible. The look on her face when she ran into the cell block facility and saw Isabella's sleeping form inside her cell. I offered her a comforting hand to her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

She had sighed in relief, a tear streaking down her cheek. "How long until I can bring her back home?"

"We have to wait for her to wake up and then question her about her allegiance with Harry Osborne," I explained in a gentle tone. "But Miguel as soon as her interrogation is done, he'll make the arrangements for you to take her back to your dimension,"

It was what he initially promised her after all.

I was surprised when Petra turned and gave me a tight hug. "Thank you," Her voice cracked as she sobbed into my shoulder.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around her shoulders, returning the embrace. "It was a team effort," I smiled as I looked up and met Miguel's gaze.

He looked on towards us with a soft sympathetic look. He nodded over towards me, offering the Princess a silent you're welcome , before stepping out of the room. All that was left to do now was wait for Izzy to wake up.

I passed the time by helping Miguel with his duties, relying on messages, helping organize reports and other data. After a while though without hearing any updates about Isabella's condition, even Miguel started to get a little antsy.

He sighed deeply as he shuffled his feet. He was struggling to stay put for a long period of time. "Still no updates?"

"No word from Jess," I shook my head as I double checked my gizmo for the tenth time that afternoon.

"Nothing yet on my end, boss," Lyla appeared near Miguel as she brought up Isabella's statistics. "With the rate the enchantment is wearing off, she could sleep through the night, maybe longer even,"

Another sigh left Miguel's lips as he placed his hands on his hips, "Looks like we'll be waiting a while longer,"

"I'll notify you two the second I hear anything," Lyla reassured Miguel with a bright smile. "Why don't you take a break for a bit in the meantime?"

Miguel nodded gently before glancing over at his AI assistant. "Thank you, Lyla,"

"You're welcome!" She chirped before fizzling out of existence.

I got up from the desk chair, stretching out my stiff limbs from sitting there for a long period of time. "So, what now, boss man ?"

Miguel huffed a tired laugh from his chest as he shot me a playful glare. "Please don't ever call me that. I don't want to hear that nickname from your lips ever again,"

"Okay, okay, duly noted," I nodded before my lips curled into a smirk, " Boss ,"

Miguel was turning towards one of his other screens as he heard me utter the title as he whipped his head towards me. "Oh, ho, ho, okay," A hearty chuckle escaped him as I could see his chest vibrate from the laughter, pointing a lazy finger at me. " Te gusta jugar, ¿verdad, mi Mona Lisa? " - You like to play games, don't you, my Mona Lisa?

"Sometimes," I shrugged my shoulders as I raised my hands in a defensive manner, giving him a not so apologetic look. "You said no to boss man , but not to just boss , like a lot of other Spideys call you,"

Miguel stepped closer towards me, giving me an annoyed yet almost proud smile. "Alright, fair point," He nodded, placing his hands on his hips. "But you really don't have to call me boss just because everyone else does,"