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

Distance (Oneshot)

This one is an angst 😘
Warning, it is really long. This will probably take around half an hour to read if you read everything. (Which i recommend you do)

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Nueva York
12:56PM

You were about to leave Miguel's office to grab some lunch when Miguel had stopped you from leaving.

"Y/n?" He called out just as you were going to jump off the platform.

You twist your body back around to face him.

"Hm?"

"Can you get me an empanada? Por favor." He asks you, not looking at you, staring at his screen.

"Hm..? I don't know if I'll have time. Maybe you should get it yourself later." You say before turning again.

"Mi amor. I don't have the time." He says under his breath.

"No promises." You said as you hopped down.

The hall was silent other than some clicking from Miguel's keyboard. Your steps were hollow and light on the metal floorboards.

Once you stepped outside the office, the sound of chatter sharply contrasted the gentle whirring of machinery in the office.

Well of course, it was the lunch rush.

You quickly walk to the canteen in hopes of a short line, but unfortunately, there were hundreds of people lined up to a couple stands. The only stands.

"Fuck... multi-trillion dollar building and we can't have any more kitchens?" You sigh and rub your eyes. 

You check your watch. 15 minutes left. You pull on your face and groan.

You look around for any other options... nothing stands out to you. You then saw everyone in the hall dig into their 2099 burgers... your stomach let out a small groan.

You then start to type onto your watch a universe you knew had good food. Hobie- no of course not. Yours.

You boot up the portal, a swirl of colours, the main one being purple appeared in front of you.

Once you had stepped through, you looked around at your surroundings. That familiar lamp post to your right, accompanied by the same park you had spent a good chunk of your early life in. Oh, this is around that pizza place. You think to yourself. You were still in your suit so you had to be careful of what you said and did.

As you turn to walk, a little kid suddenly appeared in front of you, her eyes big with adoration. She had platinum blonde hair that was tied into two pony tails, pink overalls and light-up shoes... she tugs at the base of your suit.

"Are you Spiderwoman miss?" She looked up to you with big round eyes.

You smile.

"Yes I am." You bend down to look her at eye level. "What's your name?"

"Sarah.." She holds her hands in her lap.

"It's very nice to meet you Sarah, I like your hair."

"T-Thank you... can you sign my drawing..?"

"Of course!" You start tapping your body in search of a pen.

Pat, pat, pat, pat...

You pulled out a pen from your side pockets and uncapped it.

"Here..." You scribbled a messy 'Spiderwoman' onto her crayon drawing.

"Thank you miss Spiderwoman." She held onto the paper for dear life.