Qué Maravilla

Ch.13 - Somewhere That's Green

A/N: warnings for hella use of google translate + shit proofreading

Miguel O'hara could barely hear himself think. Odd considering how it was currently deathly quiet in the lab. This lab that was full of traitors and strangers. His divided attention was to blame for that. Here he lay on the ground, flat on his stomach mere inches away from the source of his plight.The stubborn walking, talking thorn that had been lodged in his side for the past who-knows-how-many-hours. Who could've predicted that this a short-sided, naive little boy would pose such an imminent threat to the sanctity of the entire multiverse? Or that just when he had him, things would go from horribly wrong to horribly worse. That at the most inconvenient time humanly imaginable Doc Ock, of all people, had to show up and. Or that when he finally had Miles Morales in his clutches, their tussle would send a multiversal-travel-watch tumbling straight into the hands of said super villain. (One that Hobie had brought with him, he thought to add. So really it was his fault, not Miguel's for manhandling a teenage boy ).

Of course. Of course. Of fucking course. Just what he needed. More fuel for the fire that was his scalding migraine.

Notice how he said more. There would be no inferno to contribute to if it weren't for his second conundrum...

Miguel was off his rapture and his body was not about to let him forget it. How long ago was it since his last dose? He holds his head in his hand as he strains to do the math in his head. Though quickly gives up. It simply didn't matter anymore. 'Too long' was the only answer his brain could muster through the mental fog. His head hurt so much that it practically blinded him. His body burned. Like he was sitting in a vat of lava as it slowly ate away at his muscles. He feels his forehead to confirm his suspicions. It was so hot you could practically fry an egg on that thing. When he pulls his hand away he finds palms drenched. Has he always been this sweaty? He couldn't stop panting like a dog in a boiling car. How embarrassing. He attempts to steady himself with both palms on the ground, but finds his arms trembling as he exerts all his strength just to hold himself up.

God was Miguel tired. As a result he was succumbing to his spiraling emotions, further exasperated by the ever raising stakes. Logic and reason were slowly giving way to rashness and impulsivity. Even the proud man could admit that much to himself. There was no doubt about it.

Miguel O'hara was slipping.

Is this what dying feels like? He's pretty sure this is what dying feels like.

"Oh where are my manners?" Jonathon turns to the group of heroes, who have all now hastily pulled on their masks at the sight of the Doctor.

"Everyone, this is Dr. Olivia Octavious. She's the head scientist and CEO of Alchemex." Jonathon proclaims proudly, barely able to contain his excitement in his lanky, beanstalk like body.

"She oversees the atomic research division here at. The greatest mind New York has to offer. You should know that she got hired as lead nuclear physicist at the age 23! After she graduated top of her class at-"

The woman raises her hand to stop him.

"-Jonathon. Jonathon. We've been over this. Liv or Olivia will do. Thanks for the glowing introduction nonetheless," she chuckles pridefully "I should really have you open for me at my next conference." The woman's eyes shift to the feeble puppy in his hands, her gaze grows distasteful. She forces a smile through clenched teeth.

"And how did this little...bundle of joy fall into your hands."

"Oh! That's because of this bright young man over here." Jonathan points to Miles Morales of Earth 1610, who is now shoving Miguel further away from him in order to come to a complete stand.