Esmerelda Costello, a dancer with dreams of being in the nation's top ballet company, has everything going great for her. A loving family, a dashing coffee date, and a knack for crime fighting. Until she didn't. Not only has her dreams turned upside down but her entire world as she's pulled through a portal past time and space, finding herself in another dimension in New York, thirty six years in the future.
Can she figure out how to navigate back home, or will she be stuck living in hiding from the police force known as the public eye? And just who is this spider-man that's been missing?
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He cracked a smile and leaned down to her level, his lips close to her ear. "You don't know who I am, do you?"
Esme faltered, pulling back and looking at him. "No? Sorry, are you apart of management or something?"
Miguel spun her around, her back pressed against his chest, her arms crossed over herself with each hand holding his. His skin was warm, his fingers enveloping hers. She could feel his breath against her neck.
"You could say that." His voice fluttered against her ear and she felt her heart stutter.
He spun her back, her arm extending with her dress with a flourish before she was pulled back in, completing the dance with a dip. She looked in his eyes, his hand in the small of her back.
"Who are you?" Esme whispered.
For a moment, she forgot she was just a lab worker at a corporate event. Just a pencil pusher, a beaker holder. She felt like he could see straight through her, his eyes a deep amber. In this lighting, she almost thought they looked red. She blinked. No, that couldn't be.
"Miguel O Hara."
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All characters inside of Nueva York are owned by marvel. Story can be read without watching the movies or a basic understanding of Spider-Man. Minor themes of violence, gore, mentions of suicide. Steamy. Viewer discretion advised.
(Andrew Garfield Spider-Man)
Spider-man No Way Home.
Follows the film.
Book one. (Sequels out on my profile)
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New York, 2012;
I lay still on the gravel, debris sprawled out around me. Thick clouds of dust and smoke fill the air as I cough, a cold liquid dripping down my lips.
"MJ! Hey... hey you're okay." Peter rushes out, dropping down next to me hurriedly taking off his mask. His brown hair a mess as he looks at me with concern.
"I'm okay... don't... don't worry." he smiles at me, tears in his beautiful brown eyes. I felt his left hand firmly press down on my stomach making me let out a pained cry.
"I'll get you help... stay with me. Please just stay awake Mary." He goes to lift my body, but I stop him, cupping his face. My body contorting in pain at his attempts.
"Shh... It's okay, just be with me." I whisper my eyes drooping shut, suddenly exhausted, all the struggle, the pain. He lets out a cry holding onto my upper half.
"I'll be okay... we'll be okay." I cough harshly a copper taste filling my mouth.
"Don't leave me. God please I need you," I smile at him with the most love I could conjure, I pet his bloody cheek and lean up as far as I could manage kissing him.
Why couldn't I do my job. I didn't and now I'm here with three holes in my stomach, staring at the man I love as I crush his soul.
"I love you, my Peter Parker." I almost whimper out in a pained wheeze.
"I love you..." he repeated it over and over pressing his forehead to mine, I squeeze his hand and hold his face. His nose pressing to mine lightly as his breath fanned my lips.
"Find me, Pete... I'll be waiting for you." I whisper as he kisses my head, his tears cold as they slipped in with my own.