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"Good Morning, New Yorkers! We have got some good news and some bad news for you today, Tom what should we start with?"
"Give us the bad news, [First Name]."
"Well today will mark the hottest day of the summer, so find the nearest pool and turn those fans on! The temperatures will be ranging from 80 in the morning and reaching 106 in the afternoon! Should cool off in the evening, however."
"Now what's the good news?"
"I'm glad you asked, Tom! With these extreme temperatures brings cooler temperatures later this week! The first rain fall is expected Thursday at 3:00 pm, so look out for that! We will have clearer information tomorrow morning. Stay cool out there today, New Yorkers. And now back to Brian with stocks!"
You watch as the red light of the camera in front of you turns off. You let out an exhale, tucking your freshly curled hair behind your ears. It's Tuesday morning and you've just finished up your morning news segment You get your from behind the large silver curved desk and green screen.
A few of your coworkers congratulate you and you're handed a bit of paperwork.
"Good job today, [First Name]." Lex says to you. She's a camerawoman here at The Daily Bugle. She's also a close friend of yours.
"Thanks, Lex. Not loving this weather recently." You roll your eyes as you and Lex's heels click on the floor. You enter another room, to hand over the paperwork in your hand.
"Thanks, [Last Name]." A ban behind a computer says.
"Yeah no problem Bill. Hey uh.. any news on the attack last night?" Being in the news industry, you hear about a lot of things. You're also able to get a lot of information before it's released to the public. Which comes in handy.
"The guy was a former pizza delivery man. Got fired for who-knows-what, so he scheduled a bank robbery." Says Josh, a few desks down from Bill.
"What an idiot."
"Yeah. Unfortunately for him, a button was pressed and the police were called. They didn't get there in time before SpiderMan swooped in and stopped the whole thing."
"Hmm. Has Carrie covered this?" You ask.
"Not yet. Should be a segment tonight. They Broke It last night though."
{Broke It: past tense of Breaking News, News that has already been 'Broke'}
"Interesting. That guy's delivered a pizza to me before, that's the only reason I'm interested." You shrug.
"Damn. Stupid guy."
"SpiderWoman was there too right? I thought I heard someone say that." Bill asks.
"Yeah but she got there after SpiderMan. He had already finished everything. The police didn't even do anything." Freddy says from behind Bill.
"She doesn't have to do anything. She just has to stand there and look good, though it's not hard for her to do." Says Josh.
"Ew man!"
"No, he's right."
"Anyways, I'll leave y'all to it." You laugh, turning to leave the room.
You enjoy being a Weatherwoman. It's a fun, easy job. You like getting pretty for the camera, you like the friends you have at The Daily Bugle. It's a simple job that makes you money.
"Hey, [First Name]! I was supposed to tell you to meet up with Shawna after your
seg." Lex calls to you.
"Oh. Thank you." Shawna is in charge of all of the weather based news that go on air. She's usually who gives you any assignments or updates. You hum softly as you make your way to her office, passing a live segment about sports. Stocks must be over. Sometimes the stocks segment will get completely cancelled and instead the time block will consists of Spider man and woman. With them being vital parts of the crime rates in Queens, sometimes stocks is a little less important.
"Hi Shawna!" You say upon entering the open office doorway.
"Hello, [First Name]. How are ya' today?" She asks you. You note the man sitting across from her.
"I'm doing good. What's up?" You ask casually. You would consider Shawna a friend.
"I need you to get a few clips of you for the weekly report. Today being the hottest day of the summer, we'd like to document it." She says, placing her elbows on the desk.
It's not uncommon that you go out and get footage somewhere other than the safety of your green screen.
"Okay cool. Just.. like.. Migrant Mother it?"
"Exactly." She pauses before:
"Uh- this is Miguel O'Hara, he's from the photography staff upstairs. He's gonna join you today." The man at her desk stand and holds out his hand.
"Hi, I'm [First Name]." You smile at him.
"[First Name], nice to meet you." You firmly shake his hand and you both turn to Shawna.
"I'll expect the footage no later than eight p.m this evening. Thank you both." She dismisses you.
"How long've you been at the Bugle?" You say, taking a lick of your popsicle.
"A couple years now." He says, taking a bite of his yellow pop. You both changed clothes (you were not about to walk around in heels in the heat like this.) and now you're walking around in a white tee and some denim shorts. He's wearing khaki shorts and a shirt. You both stopped a few blocks back to grab a popsicle at a stand. While there, you took the opportunity to take a few photos of the sweaty New Yorkers there, attempting to get relief from the awful heat by purchasing an over priced stick of flavored ice.
You got a great video of this young blond boy, red in the face, sweaty hair sticking to his little forehead, begging his mom for a pop. You of course made sure the mother was fine that you took the footage, and she was alright with you using it.
"And you?" Miguel asks. He's got a very attractive accent.
"Yeah uh.. like.. six months?" You shrug, licking the melted bit of the popsicle before it drips.
"Oh yeah? How do you like it so far?" He asks.
"I'm really enjoying it. I hear a lot of sexist jokes but it's a good job. Hey why don't you get a clip of that mirage." You point at the reflection on the road. When the roads are so dry that the sun reflects off of them and makes a mirage.
"Mm." He nods in agreement, handing you his popsicle. He points his camera at the reflection and snaps a few photos as well as a 10 second clip with a few cars rolling over the mirage. You fan yourself briefly as he stands, turning to you.
"Thank you." He takes his popsicle back.
"Oh, sorry." He says softly, looking at the melted yellow all over your hand.
"No it's alri-" you're cut off as he takes your wrist in his hand and pulls you toward a hot dog stand on the corner. He plucks a few napkins from the container after throwing away his pop, and he starts to clean up your hand and fingers.
This is an oddly intimate moment. Your standing close together, both sweaty, your looking up at him (he is very tall) and he's carefully cleaning between your fingers and you hand.
"Thank you." You say as he tosses the napkins away.
"No problem." You both just stand there. A few pieces of his hair fall into his face as his face tilts down at you.
"You have very pretty eyes, hermosa." He says gently.
"Uh. Thank you." You frown-smile.
"Where yall gowin to buy somethin' or what?" The man behind the hot dog stand says in a thick New York accent.
"Sorry." Miguel and you say in unison.
You continue walking, taking pictures as needed, but also talking and getting to know each other. Eventually you end up in once of the nearby neighborhoods and you spot a few girls at a lemonade stand. After confirming with the parents, you decide that they'll be the main part of your segment.
"Do I look gross and sweaty, though?" You ask Miguel as he sets up the microphone and camera.
"No. You look like you're in Queens on the hottest day of the year." He says simply.
"Right. Okay." You pull your hair up in a pony tail, and flatten your shirt.
"Ready?" He asks, handing you the mic.
"Yep."
"Alright. Three.. two.." he points to you.
"Hello, this is [First Name] [Last Name] here and we are currently at the peak of the day, the temperature is currently one Hundred and six degrees! I've just stumbled upon two young ladies trying to help people fight the heat, this is-" you hold the microphone up to one of the kids.
"Lyla"
"And."
"Maddie." The little girl giggles.
"Well, Lyla and Maddie, what are you both up to today?" You ask and then offer back the microphone. Maddie steps up and speaks into the mic.
"Well.. we were um we just made some lemonade and we just.. um we want to give it to people." Her young voice says. She's adorable.
"That is so nice of you? Mind if I buy a cup?" You ask.
"Okay Miss news lady." Lyla says, opening up a cooler on the side walk.
"Extra ice, please." You make a face at the camera.
"Here you go. Two dollars please." Lyla holds out her hand. You happily give her the money in return for the 90% ice 10% lemonade filled plastic cup.
You take a sip.
"Mm that is some good lemonade girls. And a great way to keep cool on this hot day!" You turn to the camera and Miguel points it at you.
"And that's all from me today, I hope you're all ready for a rainy next few days!" And Miguel turns the camera off.
"Good job girls!" You say and Miguel high fives them. Aw.
"Thank you again for the lemonade, it was nice to meet you." You wave goodbye to them as Miguel wraps everything up. All in all, you got the footage you needed and had a good day.
You make it back to the Bugle, sweaty and flushed and very happy you've met Miguel.
"I'll send everything to Shawna when I get home." Miguel tells you, wiping his face with his forearm. His bicep bulges aaand yourrr staring.
"Okay, sounds good. I had fun today." You admit, placing your hands on your hips as you relish the cool air conditioning of the building.
"Yeah I did too." He half smiles. You both get onto the elevator. He goes to press 5 and you press 6.
"Those girls were too cute." You say, leaning your head against the wall behind you.
"Mhm." He smiles to himself and nods. You glance at the green number slowly ascending. 2..3..
"Hey um-"
"So-" you both speak at the same time.
"You first." You insist, looking up at him. What in the Disney Chanel.
"So.. I was wondering if you'd like to get dinner with me?"
You're stunned. Can't speak. Well.. can speak.. but what to say?
"Yes." what.
"I mean, sorry. Yeah. I'd really like that." You laugh awkwardly but he just smiles at you.
The door opens with a 'ding!'
"I'll text you." He says, beginning to leave the elevator.
"You have my number."
"..no.." he comes back and pulls out his phone, handing it to you after opening contacts. You quickly type in your number.
The door begins to close but he puts his hand behind him to stop it.
"There." You hand the phone back to him.
"Okay. I'll text you. And I'll see you.. tomorrow?" He quirks a brow at you.
"Sounds perfect." You smile at him.
"Mm. Bye." He waves at you. The door begins to shut. You wave back. His head tilts to keep you in his sights as the opening between doors gets smaller and smaller. Until you're alone.
And you're so giddy.
"You told me it wasn't over, and that we'd be together soon-" you sing to your cat. He just frowns at you and rolls to sleep again.
"But was this before or after you told me to leave the room?"
You've showered for the night and now you're making Kraft Mac and cheese for yourself. You've got the news channel on and you're planning on a chill night. You never really plan for most of the things that happen when you're not working. Are working? Iffy subject.
You add the noodles to the boiling water and set a timer on your phone.
"La la la la la la la" you continue your song, sitting by your cat on the couch. You turn up the volume on the news. It's just about new public parking laws in the city. You sigh happily, sinking into your couch. It's rare you have a chill night, not to jinx anything.
As if on fucking que, the breaking news symbol flashes across your screen. You sit up, though you're hoping it's nothing actually serious.
"Breaking news, notorious villain: Green Goblin has been seen downtown, he has already set fire to the Santiano's deli and he can be seen flying currently. The police have been notified and are on the way, but we are hoping that SpiderWoman or better yet, SpiderMan will make an appearance soon. We are still gathering intel on..."
Better yet? Fuck her. You turn off the stove, your hands balled into fists. You angrily rush to your bedroom to dig your costume from your middle drawer (nobody hides stuff there). You're going to get there before SpiderMan this time. You quickly pull on your mask and you lace your boots on top of your costume. Your costume is deep pink and dark blue. You dash to the window in your bedroom, lifting it and briefly checking the area before swinging out.
You make a quick trip downtown, taking short cuts, being as quick as possible. You spot the fire at the Deli, but the firemen are already on top of it. You search the sky's for Green Goblin, still not spotting him.
"No sign of SpiderMan." You remind yourself quietly. Continuously swinging, you make sure to check in every direction, looking for that stupid flying booger.
Immediately you spot him emerging from between two buildings. He seems to spot you as well.
You land on a tall street lamp, and he swoops down and stop a few yards from you.
"Funny seeing you here, SpiderWoman!" He says in that awful scratchy, high pictured voice of his.
"And by that I mean not funny at all!" He yells angrily.
"Right. Okay! Can we just get this over with? You ruined my evening." You toss at him.
"More like: can we just-" and then fucking spiderman tackles Green Goblin and he falls off his hover board thing.
"Maybe you'd actually catch the bad guys if you'd shut that mouth of yours." Spiderman yells in your direction smugly. He frustrates you so... much...
You lean backwards to fall into a flip, swinging in their direction. Goblin whistles and his Hoverboard comes bounding towards him, just barely missing you. Spiderman dodges before it impales him and Goblin hops back on to it with.. not a lot of grace. He whizzes off and you both chase him. Luckily, your faster in air than Spiderman and so you pass him.
"Nice to see you too." You reply to his earlier comment.
"I'm sure it is." He responds. You roll your eyes.
You thwip a daring web at the Goblin and it sticks onto his board. You didn't really think this action through and soon enough your spewing cuss words as your dragged midair by this maniac.
You narrowly dodge a street lamp and a whole building. You start to climb the web, not entirely sure what you'll do once you reach the top.
"It's Spiderman! Look- SpiderWoman!" You hear from the street beneath you. You wave momentarily before looking back up. Goblin has readied a Pumpkin Bomb and aims it. Then throws it right at you.
"Son of a Bitch!" You shout, rolling in the air as the bomb misses you. You turn to see where it lands, hoping it doesn't hit a bystander.
"Hijo de puta!" Yells Spiderman, quickly catching the bomb and throwing it up in the sky where it goes off. That was.. actually a good move.
"You fucker!" You climb onto the board, putting a firm hand on the back of his leg, attempting to push him off.
"Stop!" He scream high pitched, trying to keep his balance and shake you off. He promptly kicks you square in the face and you fall backwards, gravity taking you.
You, of course, hit Spiderman on the way down and so you both collapse onto the road, rolling from the impact.
"Fucking fuck." You groan, holding your nose. There's blood on your hand. The one that Miguel had cleaned.
"Are you kidding?" Spiderman yells. He's still recovering from the fall. You look up at the sky but Green Goblin is no where to be found.
"Shit." You mutter. If only you weren't so blinded by beating Spiderman. Maybe you could work together. Your rage really gets in the way sometimes. You could have just caught him with his help.
"You're fucking joking right?" He shouts at you, walking fast paced.
Yeah nevermind.
You tenderly touch your nose. It's not broken, just bruised. And very bloody. You feel it soak your mask, going down your chin.
"I could have had him if you hadn't gotten in the way!" He shouts, kicking a street sign.
"S' not my fault you were right there. You could have dodged me." You combat, wincing as you stand up.
"You're so infuriating. Just quit and let me handle everything, yeah?" He's probably sneering at you.
"No. I would have had him."
"Yeah, fucking shit, you would have had him.
"Whatever! You didn't catch him either, jackass." You push past him, testing out your left web slinger. You sort of landed on it once you fell, and it's totally busted.
"You're a real piece of work you know that?" He follows you, catching up a bit.
"Just drop it. I'll get him next time, don't you worry your cute self about it." You taunt him. You know he hates it when you belittle him because he's 'suuuuch a maaan'. Like shut up.
You hear him softly growl in rage at you, his hands in fists at his sides.
"I'm so glad I have such an effect on you, Spidey!" You use the nickname you've given him, he hates this also.
"Cállate, puta." He growls at you.
"No, I won't go on a date with you, thank you very much. That's seriously the best you could come up with? No flowers? Even your dating game is bad." You tease. You're not actually sure what he says when he speaks Spanish, so you always just make something up.
"What? That's not-"
"Night. I would say 'good night' but I'm with you right now so.." you trail off, turning to look at him briefly before swinging off with your singular working slinger. You want to get this bloodied mask off as soon as possible, so you very much rush home.
Swinging into your apartment window, hitting the ledge on the way in, and tumbling into the room, you groan against the wall as your muscles ache. Well, you didn't catch the bastard but you have a feeling you'll see him again soon. You rip off your mask, shutting the window and locking it. Your nose hurts like hell and you practically limp to the bathroom. You take a towel, wetting it, then cleaning the blood that's gone all the way down to your neck. It hurts once you reach your nose.
"Bloooody hell." You laugh to yourself. You quickly wash your face, slipping out of your costume and back into your pajamas. Fuck the shower, you just want sleep. You pull the hair tie in your hair out, shaking out your hair, enjoying the softness of your bed. You've completely neglected the pot of half cooked noodles on your stove as you turn in bed, weary of your nose.
You momentarily glance at your phone as you plug it in for the night, and you scroll through the recent notifications. Your eyes light up at the unknown number, completely forgetting about Miguel's request for a date.
You click it and it opens to Messages.
Today 10:47 pm
6:00pm, The Bugle tomorrow?
Not sure how I feel about our
date being at the Bugle, but sure.
Ha. I'm taking you to dinner,
not work
Riiight. Dress code?
Dress up. I'll see you then 👍
Okkkk yay
You place your phone down, totally nodding off. You're very excited about this date, it's been a hot minute since you've had one.
You eventually doze off, too tired to carry on, sleeping peacefully through the night until your alarm blares the next morning.
"Good morning, Queens! I hope all you New Yorkers are ready for heavy showers today. The temperatures are still a little high this afternoon, hitting a high of 95 at two pm. Then it'll cool off, the rain picking up at four pm and it'll be eighty percent from four to around six thirty, then 78 percent from seven to eight, then down into the sixties the rest of the night. Looking into next week we should have some very nice weather and cool breezes, so stay tuned for that on Sunday. How do you like the rain, Tom?"
"Never been a big fan!"
"Well I think a lot of people would agree with you there Tom, anyways I will see you all tomorrow morning, here is a segment on yesterday, the hottest day of the year, and then on to Brian with stocks!" You drop the whole news teller voice and smile, letting out an exhale. It's been a crazy morning.
First, you slept through your alarm, so you had forty five minutes less to get ready. You had to scrub the blood stains out of your costume, which was tedious. You ran out of cat food for Kitty, so you shredded up some chicken for her. You practically ran to work, it took everything in you not to just swing there.
You've been a little nervous all morning, but mostly excited for the date. You vaguely wonder where he's taking you.
"Heyyy stunna'" Josh says, leaning far back in his chair as you enter the room. The whole 'Hey Stunner' started a few months ago, hasn't been dropped.
"Hey Josh. How's it going today, everyone?" You ask the room. You get several responses of "good" "alright" "better now that you're here."
"Huh, never heard that one before." You say sarcastically.
"Hear about the Goblin last night?"
"A bit. I heard about Santiano's" you say, leaning against Josh's desk.
"Well he got away with it."
"Really? No police? No Spiderwoman?" You ask, confused.
"No, they were there. I guess they got into a fight and Goblin got away. Heard someone say SpiderWomans going bad."
"Oh, she's bad alright."
"Shut it, Josh." You say, smacking his shoulder.
"That's ridiculous. She's a super hero for goodness sake." You shake your head, pushing off of the desk.
"Yeah, well. We had photos of the scene come in this morning."
"Yeah? Let me see."
"Yes ma'am." There's some clicking on a computer and a very well directed shot of the scene last night is pull up. Who took this? The camera looks like it was perfectly set up.
"Who sent it in?" You ask.
"Uh, we're not supposed to disclose that information." He says, clicking out of the tab.
"Hm. Alright. Anyways, I gotta run. Have a nice day, y'all." You say, making your way to the door.
"Bye."
You keep the news channel on as you get ready. You'll leave in about half an hour head down to the Bugle. You're very excited.
A part of you is nervous. It's been a very long time since you've last had a date, let alone a relationship. And you really like Miguel, so you're hoping something will blossom from tonight. You're wondering if one thing will lead to another tonight, as it so often does on dates. It's he just going to be a one date type of guy?
You're perfectly fine with the idea of dinner and sex. Even if nothing else comes out of it. He's very attractive, only two years younger than you, (you're 25), and he's really sweet. And so hot too. Oh, also hot. Has that been mentioned?
You've put on a short black dress that allows you to show off your cleavage. You don't get to do this, ever, considering your work dress code. You're also wearing a simple necklace and earring set, black heels, and you're currently on your floor curling your hair. Your make up is done. A soft Smokey eye look, a matte color for your lips. You want to look good. Especially since he told you to dress up.
You made sure to wear a nice black lace set bra and panties. Jjuuuuussstttt innn casseeee (you're crossing your fingers)
After your hair is curled and you pin half of it up behind your head, you check yourself out in the mirror. The dress is body fit so your ass looks good.
"I used to think we'd make it far, it turned out that we are" you sing to yourself. You pick up your purse, putting your phone, wallet, and lipstick inside.
"Bye kitty." You pet her. She's asleep on the couch, absolutely adorable. You take one last glance at television. It's just a court case, no crimes reported. You debate yourself, fingers drumming against your thigh but you turn back into your bedroom and stuff your costume into your purse. It's a tight fit but it works.
It's rare you actually leave the house without it.
Your heels click down the sidewalk as you go towards the Bugle. The sun has set and it's a warm summer night. The city is of course awake and lively, music flowing out of a few stores, every light on possible, replacing the sun. That's New York for you.
You spot Miguel leaning against the outer wall of the building, on his phone. You can't help but smile. He has flowers.
"Hey, Beautiful."
"Hi." You probably look stupid with your goofy smile.
"These are for you." He hands you the bouquet. They're beautiful roses wrapped in brown paper with white details.
"Thank you, they're lovely." You take them thankfully.
He looks sooo goooodd. He's wearing a white button up, practically half unbuttoned, and his sleeves are pushed up to show off his forearms. And damn his forearms look good. He's wearing dark grey dress pants and dress shoes. A shiny new watch lays on his wrist. Where's he getting that money? Who is he? He's not just a photographer, that's for sure.
"My car is this way." He says, leading you with a hand to the small of your back.
"You look really nice, Miguel." You look up at him, admiring the way his hair falls.
He looks at you, a little in shock but it spins into a look of 'I know that's right'.
"And you look.." he pauses before inhaling.
"Te ves muy bueno." he says with a purr.
You giggle, having no idea what he just said.
"What do you mean my 'ass looks so good'? Damn, kind of straight forward, Miguel. But I'll take the compliment." You tease. It's a little different from your banter with Spiderman. With Spiderman you try to push his buttons, get under his skin. With Miguel it's more light hearted. Though you're realizing.. you just compared the two instances.
Miguel blinks at you before turning away with a smile and a scoff.
"Not what I said, but I guess you're a mind reader, huh?" He says, pulling you close to him with a hand on your waist as you cross the street.
You duck into the passengers seat after he opens the door for you. Your dress hikes up your thighs and there's nothing to do about it. You desperately trying to make it longer but your Spiderwoman not Tailorwoman.
Okay that was a bad joke..
Miguel turns on the car. It's a nice model, only a few years old. Smells good inside too. Reeaaaaal good.
"So, where are you taking me?" You ask him, leaning towards the center console as he pulls into traffic.
"That's a surprise."
"So... your back closet where you keep all the other girls? Great, Miguel, thanks for the heads up." You joke. He just side glances you.
"You better get that 911 call ready." He says ominously.
"I'll just call Spiderwoman." You cross your arms.
"What's she gonna do?" He scoffs, glancing in his rear view mirror.
"Uh.. I dunno, save me?" You look at him confused.
"Mmmmmyeah.. I think you'd better get ready for a long time in that closet." He says, his voice going pitched for a moment.
You make a fake sound of disgust.
"Didn't know you hated women." You're totally just facing him and watching him as he drives. He looks so good.
"I don't." It sounds more like a question.
"Damn, this date isn't going so hot." You kid.
He laughs.
"Save that statement for the closet." He looks at you fondly. You can't help but laugh at his joke. More back and fourth like this goes on, you laugh a lot, you admire him a lot, and he continues to drive with the occasional glance to you.
Eventually you pull into a parking lot, your face lit up by the glowing lights of the restaurant.
"We're eating at Bianchi's?" You ask in awe. Bianchi's is a very nice Italian restaurant that is probably too expensive for your own good. You've always wanted to eat here, but it's one of those heavily influenced places where you probably won't get a table unless you make a reservation.
"No." He says sarcastically, a smile splayed on his lips.
"Oh whatever." You playfully shove him as he laughs and gets out of the car.
"I've always wanted to eat here." You tell him as he opens your door. You take his hand as he helps you out (auuughhhh what a gentleman.)
You shut the door behind you and he locks the car, twirling his keys with his middle finger before putting them in his pocket.
"I'm way too excited." You whisper to him as you walk to the front.
You're quickly seated (you're not sure how he got reservations so quickly) and he orders a bottle of wine for the table.
"and it always works. I'm telling you." You finish the story of how you get your coworkers to do stuff for you.
"No.. it probably only works because you're gorgeous." He replies with a dumbfounded expression.
"Nuh uh.. it works on girls too." You say, biting a piece of buttered bread.
"Your good looks? Yeah, I'm sure." He eyes you from above the rim of his wine glass.
It's been a fantastic night so far. You've talked a lot about work, also about your own personal lives. He has no other family in America, and you tell him your parents live in Washington, your brother in Florida. He talks about working under J.J. Jameson. You rarely see the man, as you usual report to Shawna alone. Eventually the topic changes after you put your orders in, and you talk about your coworkers.
"And there's also Robbie Robertson. He's a great guy, always on about Spider-Man." Miguel remarks.
"Ugh don't get me started." You mutter.
"Oh?"
"I mean, my coworkers talk about him too, rather non stop." You roll your eyes.
"I take it you're not fond of him." Miguel tilts his head and narrows his eyes.
"Oh. I mean. He's great. A hero." You lie.
"They like Spiderwoman too. Not shy when it comes to sexist comments." You roll your eyes.
"Mm. No bueno." He speaks softly.
The food comes steaming and it looks as good as it has in your head.
You eat, making the occasional remark or conversation.
"Tell me about your favorite movie."
You ponder. Favorite.. movie..
"I don't think I have a favorite. I like old Disney like Alice in Wonderland and Aristocats. I love The Mummy. I've loved Coraline since I was a kid, it's kind of like a comfort movie. Hmm.." you trail off, trying to think what movie tops them all.
"I like horror movies?" You say to him.
"Was that a question?" He asks, trying to diminish a smirk.
"No. I like horror movies." You narrow your eyes.
"Mm. And your favorite?"
"Shit." You smile, almost exasperated.
"I like It. The Shining. Pet Sematary, the original of course. Ummm. I really like Evil Dead." You name a few.
"Those are great. I've never really like Pet Sematary." He remarks.
"What? That was the best one I listed." You take a sip of your wine.
"Ehh." He grimaces.
"Didn't care for the ending. And they left so much out from the book." He says, taking a bite of his food.
"Umm. I think the movie is great compared to the book. I can't stand how Stephen King writes about women." You hold back from rolling your eyes.
"Yeah.. I guess you're right. But the ending is still trash."
"Which part? The part where Lois is so traumatized by the death of his child, bringing him back to life just for him to kill his wife, then bring his wife back from the dead; that he finds comfort in his partner after everything he's been through? I think he was so blinded by everything that had happened and probably went crazy."
"Crazy enough to not notice her blood soaked clothes, mortally wounded head, missing ear, knife in her hand, and how horrible she must have smelled?"
"Yes. Did you read the book?" You ask sarcastically.
"Yes."
"That's his wife. His partner. He loved her, he just wanted things to go back to normal."
"Till death did they part." He mutters to himself.
"Indeed."
He brings up your coworker Brian, saying how he's met him a few times.
"Hey he's a real.. interesting guy.." You trail off, something catching your attention. The television on the side of the room near the bar cuts from the football sounds to a familiar "Breaking News.."
You look down at your plate, eating quietly as you listen carefully.
You hear Green Goblins name. He's wreaking havoc again. He has hostages this time. You blink wildly as you eat your heaven sent food, figuring out what to do.
Miguel clears his throat.
"Sorry, would you excuse me as I run to the restroom?" He asks very politely. Perfect timing.
"Yeah go ahead! I'll be here." You smile at him. You will NOT in fact.
Once he's out of sight, you grab your bag and zoom out of the building, ducking behind a dumpster as you change into your costume. You shove your bag (THE EXPENSIVE ONE UGH) into the dumpster, swinging out and heading towards the Goblin.
"Nice of you to show up, Spiderwoman!" The Goblin shrieks in his annoying voice. He's hovering above the street, a set fire to a few trash cans, a tied together group of three sitting on the wet pavement below him.
"You're a little late to the party though!"
"What?" You question, trying to figure out what the move to capture him should be.
"Mierda, do something!" You hear Spider-Man yell. You spot him entangled in what looks to be a steel net, and he struggling to get out of it. There's also.. green.. goo. All over him. Looks sticky.
"Oh, look who needs help now!" You shout at him, reveling in the superiority you feel.
"Fucking!-" he yells, cutting himself off with a groan of anger.
You focus instead on the Green Goblin as he hovers and laughs uncontrollably above you. Looking around at your resources, you have a faint idea.
"Help me, Damn it!" Spider-Man growls across the way.
"Help yourself." You say loudly as you try and concentrate.
Goblins laughing becomes more intense, and your plan is solidified. You turn your head swiftly from the Goblin, to Spider-Man.. and your Sense goes off? Is he.. is he thinking the same thing? He's paused his desperate clawing at the chain.
He gives you an almost unrecognizable nod of his head.
And you know what to do.
"You know, you're always ruining my plans. It'd be so much easier to catch everyone if you weren't in the way." You complain coldly to him, voice loud enough to reach the Goblin.
"Damnit, chica. We don't have time for this!"
"Why should I help you?"
"Because you can't defeat him without me, puta." He spits.
"Oh, fuck you!" You stomp with frustration. You've got your attention fully in Spider-Man now, or it only appears so. You see him silently working at the chain, appearing to practically be out of it.
"I know you'd like to!" He says angrily.
"I'd like to beat the fuck out of you." You're realizing how cheesy and stupid this must sound, but Goblin finds it hilarious that his two opponents are unable to work together.
"Yeah? Me too." He says as he stands, tossing the net away. Goblins laughter slows.
Then Miguel bolts to you at full speed and you almost want to run but you are supposed to 'fight' him.
He firmly pushes your shoulders backwards, across the street until you roughly hit a brick wall. It hurts, bad, but there isn't really a way to make it look real, without it being painful.
"Just follow my lead, you'll be alright. You're doin' great." He says quietly and you pretend to struggle against him.
"Now kick me." He says.
You lift your leg to wedge your foot in between your bodies and you use the wall behind you to push him away, hard.
He goes stumbling backwards with a drag of his claws on the concrete.
Spider-Man lets out an audible growl of anger and comes darting towards you again, and you run in his direction to meet in the middle. You thwip a web to the street lamp behind him, dodging his lunge and pulling yourself over his head. You wince as you remember Miguel must have returned to from the bathroom by now. You wonder what his thoughts must have been, returning to an empty table, waiting around for your date you might never show up again.
"Hey up here, bitch." You yell at Spider-Man, looking down at him from the streetlamp. It's the perfect position, right where he wants you to be.
The Goblin is just up there.
Miguel swings up and gets you by surprise, his hand going to the base of your neck as your thrown backwards onto the building. He holds you there as you struggle, feet thrashing for leverage. You look down, you're only about one story up.
"You have to at least act like you're struggling." He says quietly to you. You up the antics, struggling to fight against his strength. It's hard to act though. His touch is rather gentle, not actually wanting to hurt you.
You look up, narrowing your eyes at the window ledge directly adjacent from where Goblin hovers.
"Atta girl." Spiderman mutters, and you lock eyes with him.
You lift your hands up to his own, pushing and struggling with all your might to pull him off of you. You're not a weak person by any means but Spiderman is strong. You've always known this fact, but now you're experiencing it first hand.
He loosens his grip and you're able to scramble up the side of the building, from a crawl to a run.
"Damnit, get back here!" He yells, climbing after you, claws digging into the brick.
You breathe in and out, getting nearer to the window ledge you saw before. Spiderman closes in and you plant your foot firmly on the ledge before kicking off, doing a sort of backflip off the building.
You make eye contact with Spiderman as you temporarily float upside down. It's a sort of surreal moment. After all this time of working against him, hating him, you're finally working together. Getting along, even?
The moment fades and you uncross your ankles, bending your knees to get leverage as you fall. You are now three feet away from Goblin, and he realizes your plan all along. But it's too late.
You thwip a few webs at him, and Spiderman jumps from the building, snatching up the Hover board before the Goblin has a chance to get away.
You spin Goblin up in webs, wrapping him in a sort of cocoon. Miguel breaks the Board in half with ease, then helping the hostages out of the poorly knotted ropes.
As you fall, Goblin shrieks, his legs kicking. You let him hit the road with an 'oof' as you roll to the ground.
"You- you tricked me!" Green Goblin starts going on an annoyingly high pitched rant. The police, having made it to the scene and watched all of it play out, (helpful as always!) quickly take him away but only after you and Spider-Man strip him of any weapons. The police take him away as if they are the heroes saving the day and you're only partially annoyed before the crowd behind the police tape breaks through and instead crowds around you and Spiderman.
You make eye contact with him and gaze as people stick pens and papers, clothing, posters, masks in your faces. There seems to be a mutual understanding. You can work together. It's a possibility and it just happened. You're seeing him in a new light.
Then the eyes of his mask narrow.
Your brows furrow in confusion.
"Spiderwoman can I get your autograph?!" About a dozen people crowd you and double that around Spider-Man.
"Of course." You say, taking the pen and signing 'Spiderwoman' with a spider on a rather large photo of you. You look good. You sign a few more things, shaking hands and taking photos with as many people as you can. Miguel pops into your mind, but pens and sharpies and phones are being thrown in your face, so you struggle to pay attention.
There's quite a few women around Spider-Man and you giggle to yourself as they surround him. Fan girls. Might be just as bad as-
"I love you Spiderwoman!" Says a large man with a sharpie and a T-shirt. He's wearing a Spider-Man mask.
"Oh! Thank you!" You force yourself to sound cheerful.
"Please sign my shirt." He pushes his way towards you, shoving a younger woman out of the way.
"Hey!" You and her say in unison.
"I think that's enough.."
You feel a hand wrap firmly around your waist and you're hoisted upwards as Spider-Man swings up and above a building, away from the crowd.
Uh riiiight...
You're stiff in shock as Spider-Man swings until you land on a rooftop.
You steady yourself on the ground as he towers over you. That was... oddly intimate.
"Might be the worst part of the job." He says, hands going to his hips.
"Fans? Yeah.. they can get intense." You say, confused at what the hell is going on.
"Mmhm." He agrees softly.
You jolt your head forwards in expectation, urging him to say whatever he needs to say.
"Right. Anyways, I might have just ruined someone night, so I have to go." He says.
"Who, that fan girl? Don't worry she'll survive." You joke with him.
"Ha Ha." He sarcastically laughs.
"Catch ya later?" You ask as he begins to walk backwards.
"Mm we'll see." And he leaves.
Miguel.
You rush back to the restaurant as quick as you can but you stop in your tracks just before you touch back down.
His car is gone. He's gone.
You wince, going to the dumpster and pulling out your bag. You don't even want to bother changing back into your clothes.
He left. You can't imagine coming back from the bathroom and your date is gone. You groan to yourself, making your way back to your apartment. You probably just ruined what could have been a really good relationship.
Sliding the your window up, you climb into your dark apartment, collapsing on the floor.
"Oh, dash it all." You say in a British accent to Kitty as she rubs against your face.
You pull your window down with a web, not bothering to clean it up as you trudge mellow dramatically towards your bathroom.
As you wash your face and body in the shower, you mull over the night. Positives and Negatives.
You left your date, a guy you really liked and who obviously liked you. But, you help put away Green Goblin and made amends with Spider-Man.
He was almost.. attractive in a way..
SIKE.
You toss on pajamas after your quick shower, letting down your dry hair from the pony tail it was in. You're wearing your cute pink silk PJ's, the ones that make you feel like a hottie princess.
"Surprised she let you move in. My grandma; she owns the 'Pink Palace'. Won't.. rent to people with kids." You say in unison with your television. You've sunk into your couch, blanket pulled tightly around you.
You're not far into the movie before you get up and slunk to your freezer, pulling it open. Your blanket stays on you like a cape. You reach for a pint of ice cream (cookie dough) and you dig a spoon into it. You just barely put it in your mouth when there's a knock at your door.
"Who duh fuh." You say, mouth full of ice cream.
You take a few steps to your front door, wondering who it could be. It's really late into the night.
"Mom! I want stuff growing when my friends come to visit! Isn't that why we moved here?!" Coraline complains from your tv.
You stick the spoon deep into the ice cream, shuffling over to the front door. It's either a creep, or.. well.
Who would be here this late into the night.
You open the door just a few inches and you peak.
Your eyes follow the tall figure up.. and up.. and up..
"Miguel." You lose your breath, opening the door all the way. You grimace when you remember you're very revealed, and you wrap up in your blanket.
"[First Name]." He inhales, giving you a look over before your blanket covers you up.
You bite your lip, not knowing what to do or say. Is he here to ask where you went? Is he here because he was worried? Is he upset.
"Listen I-"
"I wanted to-" you both speak at the same time.
"Please, I need to explain myself." He insists.
Explain.. what now-
"Okay.." you blink, a flash of confusion on your face.
"Do you want to do this inside, instead of the hallway?" You offer, stepping to the side.
"Thank you." He says.
"Um. These are for you.." he says. You notice now that he had a bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. It's smaller than the extravagant ones before your date, but they're beautiful. White tulips.
"Oh- thank you." You blink wildly, realizing you left the first bouquet in his car. You're kicking yourself, now you look ungrateful, self centered. You loved that bouquet.. it was everything.
And now you want to cry.
After placing the flowers in a vase and putting a bit of water in it, you look up and see Miguel's eyes wondering around your apartment. It's by no means messy, so he's definitely not judging. Just taking it in maybe.
"Need water or anything? Want some ice cream?" You laugh sadly, referencing the pint on your counter.
"No, no. Thanks lovely, but I'm alright." He says.
"Yeah. Uh make yourself at home." You say, sticking the top back on your ice cream and sticking it back in the freezer.
'I'll be back for you later' you think to yourself.
You pace back to the couch where Miguel has sat and you sit next to him, giving him space. You sit crisscross with your back leaned against the arm of the couch, facing Miguel.
He turns to you, posed comfortably.
"I wanted to apologize for my absence tonight. There's really no excuse for my actions, but I'll tell you the reason anyway. To be truthful, I was really nervous. I know this is not a good reason for me to have up and left you stranded at a restaurant, and for that I am so sorry. I.. I was very nervous about the date in general, because it's been a minute since my last. And it got a little overwhelming during dinner and so I just left. I'm not asking for forgiveness, I'm just telling you that I am very sorry. I really like you, and I hate myself that I might have just ruined whatever this-" he gestures between the two of you "-could have been." He exhales.
"And I'll send you money for the bill." He winces.
WHO THE FUCK PAID FOR DINNER.
You realize that no one paid. Skull emoji!
You're in shock. Miguel can obviously see the confusion on your face and his brows furrow.
He.. left.. too? A wave of relief washes over you. You didn't miss the date. You didn't ruin it. But.. you don't want to gaslight him. But.. what other choice do you have? Well.
"It's okay. I don't blame you at all. Thank you for apologizing.. that's.." you glance at the flowers behind him.
"Really sweet." You smile softly. You're genuinely not sure how to even go about this. What's even supposed to happen?
He blinks.
"That's it?" An eye brow quirks.
"What's it?"
"You forgive me? Just like that." He scoffs with a hint of a smirk.
"Yeah. Just like that." You shrug.
He turns to the side with a small shake of his head, his tongue going over his left canine as he holds back a smile.
"What's funny?" You narrow your eyes at him.
"I was stressing over nothing." He wets his lips.
"I was nervous too. I mean.. look at you." You don't speak up as you say this.
"Me? Thanks babe but I think it's the other way around." He puts on a heavy New York accent.
You laugh and he laughs. We all laugh!
Ha ha ha ha ha! Again!!
You see his perfect pearly whites and his dimples, the way his eyes light up. Omg smash.
"Are you free anytime this week?" He asks.
"Ayuh. I'm free after work Tuesday. Around three or so." You pull your knee up and rest your hands on it.
"I'll make it up to you then." He winks, standing.
Noooo don't goo.
"Why don't you make it up to me now?" You tilt your head, standing with him.
He blinks a few times and his hand flexes.
"No. That wouldn't be very gentleman like of me."
"Are you joking?"
"Not at all. I'll see you at work tomorrow?" He asks, backing up towards the front door.
"Yeah, I guess." You sigh dramatically. Why does he have to be so perfect?
You follow him to the door and after he opens it, he turns back towards you and leans on the door frame. You look up at him.
"I'm sorry again." He pouts. Not a cringe real pout, but a cute natural one. He looks really sorry.
"Nah, I forgive you." You wave it off. He's shoved his hands in his pockets, smiling down and admiring you.
"Well, I'll see ya." He says, straightening up.
"What? No goodnight kiss?" Now it's your turn to pout.
"Ah. How could I refuse?" He smiles before leaning down. His hand comes up to the side of your neck and his lips touch yours. It's a long tender kiss, and you almost want to take it further, beginning to run your tongue on his bottom lip.
You feel him smile and he pulls away, holding you by the waist.
"Sleep well, [First Name]." He smiles, leaning down to press his lips softly into your hair.
"Goodnight Miguel." You say softly as he walks away.
You soon close the door, sinking down to your floor.
You'll be okay. Miguel isn't upset, you're going to hang out again, Goblin is locked up. What a perfect night. Could have been a perfect day, but Goblin sort of messed it up. However, since he's locked up, he can't ruin any more dates. Oh, yeah.
You stand quickly, getting your ice cream out again and enjoying the rest of the night to yourself.
[Extra scene!]:
"Flavor?"
"Chocolate."
"Hm."
"What? What's yours?"
"I like strawberry." You shrug. You're sitting on a very tall buildings' ledge, looking out at the city lights. Spider-Man lays next to you on the ledge, looking up at the stars.
Your mask sits comfortably on top of your nose and you're eating a bag of sour gummy worms.
"How about Italian food." He asks.
"Has to be shrimp Alfredo." You answer.
"That's a good answer. I like pizza the best, I think." He says. He has sweatpants on over his suit, his hands crossed behind his head.
"Yum." You say, your teeth pulling at a worm.
"Okay. Let's see. Movie genre?"
"I like comedy. Horror too." Spider-Man replies.
"I like horror also." You say. You watch a plane as it passes above.
"Yeah? What's your favorite?"
"I like Pet Semetary." You dust off your hands, tugging your mask back down. Spider-Man sits up, his arms touching your shoulders as you sit in close proximity.
"Never seen it." He narrows his eyes at you, not once looking away.
"It's really good. I think the movie gets a bad wrap when it's compared to the book, though I think it's still good." You look at him. He's oddly.. close.
"Hm. Perhaps I'll watch it sometime."
"Yeah you should." You also narrow your eyes. He's acting strange.
You sit in comfortable silence for a moment, though you soon grow weary. Why is he just watching you?
"Just trust me okay?" He tilts his head.
"Uhhhohkay.." you say.
He lifts his hands and you sit still as he reaches towards your neck. You flinch when you feel his fingers begin to lift your mask. You instinctively start to grab his wrists to stop him.
"I'm not going all the way." He says very softly.
"But.." you start, but you decide to drop your hands and trust him.
He settles your mask on your nose and you start to feel self conscious on if your lips look chapped or not.
Spider-Man lifts his own mask quickly with his thumb, the bottom half of his face is now revealed to you. Your brows furrow harshly. It's very hard to see with so little light.
"Dont.. freak out.." he warns. And then he kisses you.
You're kissing Spider-Man.
You're kissing Spider-Man, he's kissing you, and you like it.
You dirty thing you! What happened to Miguel!
Spiderman let's out a hum as you continue to kiss and WHAT IS HAPPENING!
SPIDER-MAN. Your enemy. You're kissing the enemy. You feel like your heart is going a billion per minute, and you can't seem to breathe.
False alarm you're breathing just fine.
Spiderman pulls away, hands still on either side of your face. Your speechless.
"Oh, for once you don't have anything to say?"
There's the Spiderman you know.
"No.. I just.. what? What was that?" You question wildly.
"A kiss."
"Okay smartass. I meant why. Why did you do that?"
"What? It's not like we haven't before." He says smugly.
Oh?
Oh.