The Man in the Audience

Arachnophobia.

Your POV:

EARTH-616
In a cab, Manhattan, NYC, NY.
1/12/24. 5:08 P.M. EST

"...What?..." I whispered into the phone, my heart sinking into my feet. Not necessarily in a bad way, I just...definitely wasn't expecting something like this. He couldn't be serious. Maybe it was an innocent joke? It had to be.

"You cannot tell a single soul. Do you understand me?" Miguel's voice boomed on the line, low and firm. But it was only a sheet covering something far below. Worry.

"...I-I don't even know what to say..." My breath shook. "I don't...I don't understand- what the fuck-"

"You don't have to." Miguel interrupted, "You'll understand little by little as we go. I wasn't expecting you to be calm and collected about this. But at least answer my question, do you understand that you are never allowed to tell anyone?"

"Is this a prank? Like...are you genuinely serious?" I asked nervously, letting out a soft scoff. "It's a joke right?"

"Answer the question. Do you understand or not, Y/N." Miguel's tone became even more serious. "I love you, and I trust you enough to share this information with you my love." He announced.

A pause. "...So you're not joking." I whisper.

Miguel remained silent. I could almost hear his eye roll.

I take a deep breath, "...You can trust me baby. I swear. On everything." I assured, "I just have...so many questions-"

"And you know I'll do everything I can to answer them for you chico. Anything and everything." Miguel answered quickly. Almost reassuringly

I swallow hard, "Well, I'll uh...call you back when I get to my place. Okay? Then we can talk more."

Miguel's tone softened, "Okay. You sure you don't want me to come over to talk this out in person?"

I held my phone tight in my hand, my knuckles white, watching the buildings pass by as my cab drove through traffic, "If it wouldn't be a problem for you, I'd like to have you over. I can make some food. You're probably hungry."

I could hear Miguel stifling a few laughs from the other end, allowing some chuckles to break through. "I'll be over there then, handsome. But I can't say I'd trust you with making dinner..."

I rose a brow, "I make some damn good grilled cheeses and instant meals." I joked defensively.

"Aaand that's my point." Miguel answered, "I'll be over at around 6, and I'll be bringing some stuff to make for you so we can have a nice meal together. Sound good?"

"Sounds good."

EARTH-616
Y/N's apartment, Manhattan, NYC, NY.
1/12/24. 6:02 P.M. EST

A knock came from my front door, and I immediately opened it- as I had been standing next to it for the past 4 minutes awaiting Miguel's arrival.

There he was, the man himself. Spider-Man. Wearing a baby blue t-shirt with some grey sweats. Just like an ordinary person.

He held a grocery bag in one hand and some candies in the other. He smiled, his deep brown eyes lighting up as he spoke to me in a sultry tone, "Hey baby." He gave me a big bear hug, locking me against himself for a few seconds.