➕SPORADIC✖️

Noir

The sound of your alarm startled you awake in a panic. Your eyes darted around the room in search of the piercing sound. You groaned as you rolled over to silence your watch on the nightstand, rubbing your eyes as the light of sunrise blurred your vision. You sat up, looking down at yourself.

'I'm still in my clothes from yesterday? ' you squinted in confusion. You scratched your head as you tried recalling everything from last night.

Last night was an awesome night on the town with the Spider Squad, the city of Nueva York was like a sci-fi dream. The nightlife was incredible, everything was neon and flashy with crowds of interesting people and cool technology. A smile crept on your face thinking back on everyone having a blast; Peter cracking dad jokes, Gwen talking about her drumming with Hobie, Riley and Kess arguing like siblings over stupid things, it was a fun night all in all.

'Man I love them.' you thought with a slight flutter in your heart.

Your mind skipped forward to later with Miguel. The smile on your face fell.

'Oh right... that happened.' you thought in embarrassment. Your brows furrowed as you looked down, you couldn't believe you broke down like that in front of him. To be so fragile and raw in front of someone, that wasn't like you. And what was worse was that someone was the most difficult human being you've ever encountered in your life. It couldn't have been Gwen, or Peter, or Kess, or literally anyone else. It just had to be him in that moment.

'I can't even imagine what he thinks of me now. He couldn't stand me before, he must completely hate my guts at this point.' you thought feeling the familiar heat of anger start to burn your chest.

'What if he sends me back for real this time? '

Suddenly a flash of last night ran through your mind. Your eyes widened remembering Miguel's face.

The gentle look he gave you. His eyes simmering down from the glaring red to the mellow brown, catching the dim light reflections of the room as he looked into you. The creases of stress around his eyes had smoothed, making him appear almost younger. A few strands of hair fell over his forehead in contrast with his usual perfectly pushed back style. His thick brows lifted in sympathy. His full lips were no longer stretched into a grimace, but slightly puckered into a pout. You'd never seen him look so... comfortable. Especially in front of you.

"I'm sorry, niña."

You felt a heat rush through your face and chest, a different warmth from the anger. You almost felt like crying again.

'Miguel...' you couldn't understand why this man was able to pull so many emotions out of you. It felt like he could look right through you. The only person in your life able to do that was Peter, he could always tell what you were feeling thanks to his Spidey sense and knowing you for so long. You were practically his other half.

But Miguel was different. You're pretty sure he didn't have a Spidey sense, and he obviously didn't know you that long. And you were far from being each other's half, you couldn't be more different. But... he was still able to see you.

You squeezed your eyes shut to stop your thoughts from drifting deeper. You didn't really like the thought of Miguel being so intuned with you, that spot was reserved for your Peter and him only.

You suddenly brightened remembering something else.

'He finally accepted my donut- er- empanada. ' You sighed as you stood up to stretch. 'Progress is progress. I'll take what I can get.'