❰𝟰.𝟰.𝟭❱➣ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 {𝕞•𝕙}❘ [𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖛 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

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Everyone on the team loved you from the moment you joined, everyone, except Miguel. You knew Miguel was cold towards everyone, but he was extra cold with you. But you thought you'd at least try to bond with him. Sometimes, you'd try to have simple conversations with him but nothing, all you would receive in reply was an eye roll or a slight grunt.

You were in the conference room of the Spider Society with Peter and Mayday when the doors opened and a robot rolled in with your order.

"Okay, that's narcissistic," you pointed at the hamburger which had its top looking like Miguel's mask.

Peter grinned, "Well, it's not actually—Oh, speak of the devil," he glanced off at someone behind you.

You followed his gaze to Miguel who had pulled a chair near you to sit down.

"Oh, hello," you spoke blankly.

Miguel looked at you, his brown fluffy hair falling all over his forehead and bags had begun forming under his eyes as a sign of lack of sleep. His back was hunched and the chair he had sat on seemed smaller compared to his huge form, "Hi,"

"You look like you got hit by a bus," Peter furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

"Maybe he did," you shrugged.

Miguel turned to give you a scolding look. He tilted his head to the side just as Mayday swung across him with her web hanging from the ceiling, "Peter, why am I here?"

"Jess has been telling me that you've been working your ass off the whole week and I figured you could use a break,"

"How'd you like your own Spiderman hamburger?" you slid the burger with Miguel's mask over to him and he caught it with his wrist.

"Qué encantador," he deadpanned when he opened it. (Translation: How delightful) He tapped a few buttons on his wrist before a bunch of holograms appeared in the air in front of him.

Sighing, you returned back to your food and commenced talking with Peter. Mayday settled on your lap, babbling about and joining in on the conversation even though she had no idea what you both were talking about. 

Out of nowhere, the baby girl wrapped her chubby arms around your body, her palms spread on your sides to hold onto you. Your heart melted at her action and you cooed at her as you returned the gesture, "I really needed that hug," you ruffled her curly mess of hair, "How'd you know?"

Miguel noticed this when he sneaked a glance at you, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face at the sight of you holding a toddler. He returned back to his work, in dread of getting caught.

After some time, Peter left with Mayday saying that he needed to return to his universe since MJ didn't know about him bringing Peter to work.

You wanted to leave the conference room too, making up some excuse. But you refused to get dominated by Miguel.