Of Ink and Destiny (Miguel O'Hara/Spider-Man 2099 x POC! Reader)

Average. One word. Three syllables. Seven letters.

It was a word that described you well, in your opinion. Average looks. Average personality. Average life.

You didn't risk your life solving mysteries. You didn't travel between dimensions and fight villains like the superheroes in comic books and movies. You didn't meet some stranger and embark on a whirlwind romance. You were normal, or as normal as a bookstore owner can get, but satisfied. You didn't think you needed anything more in your life...until he appeared....

Impossible. One word. Four syllables. Seven letters.

In a world where superheroes were works of fiction, that's what the existence of Miguel O'Hara should have been.

It was supposed to be simple, painless, easy. A straightforward issue, taking no longer than half an hour or so at most, but when he gets flung onto the streets of New York, Earth - 0, on a mission to stop an anomaly from destroying that universe, he's forced to assimilate to the fragile dimension in order to capture his target. His purpose is simple, until it isn't.

"It's going to hurt."

"I know."

"... But we're going to do it anyway."

"...We are."

"We must be masochists."