Realities'

Standing in front of your boyfriend's door, staring at the crooked opening, slightly showing a slim red dress and heels dispersed in front the entrance next to his white shirt with a band imprint in the front. Sighing in disbelief at the mess in front, you ran a hand up to your face pushing away your side bangs away for a moment before they laid back on your forehead in a slight mess. ''You've got to be kidding me, sick bastard'' managing to say in a chuckle. 

Today was your anniversary one month back since you two got together as you had agreed for the fourth time. The only way he would stop annoying you with endless messages of being regretful for neglecting you, calls of apologizing, and knocks of begging at the door at midnight or any time of the day. It took everything in you to convince yourself to go back with him. Seeing him like that hurt you, you shouldn't have felt sympathy for this asshole but you couldn't just not care for him. Thinking maybe he learned his lesson and changed his ways, all that time you thought was wasted on him will finally be worth it but to your dismay, he went back to his usual self. 

Resting a hand on the door ready to slam it with all your strength to at least catch him on the act and shame him in front of this new chick he was with now. ‘He wouldn't deny it if you caught him red-handed on the spot, be like some almighty bad bitch to confront him and all’ you thought.  But you just stood motionless, paralyzed with fear, no anger. ‘Yes, anger it wasn't the first so why would I be sad? it had to be anger’ you thought. Tears now forming at the corners of your eyes threaten to fall. A sudden wave of sadness overwhelmed you, drilling your nails into your palms, unaware that they were now clenched up to your sides. You decided to take a harsh twist and head down the stairs instead of the elevator not wanting to bump into anyone or let anyone see you in this state of mess. Rushing now down the stairs rapidly thinking, no desiring that you could outrun the conflicted emotion of betrayal and sadness not wanting the emotions to display themselves.

Missing a step distracted by the train of thoughts you slip and fall down into the wall. ‘’For fucks sake’’ you manage to say while groaning out of pain. Bringing yourself up not wanting to see the state of your ankle, it's already throbbing in pain so you know it's not in a wonderful state.

‘’Fantastic, shocking, my heel is broken. This day just couldn’t get any better’’ saying in between pants continuing to rush down. Midway into forcing yourself to not limp as you try going down the stairs, you take your heels off deciding to go home shoeless rather than limping. Not that it made much of a difference noticing as the throbbing ache of your ankle wasn't going any time soon. Finally, standing in front of the glass doors of the apartment complex you glance up to the sky noticing dark thick gray clouds threatening to rain down at any given moment. 

‘’This clearly is a shit day’’ you scoffed. Finally, outside the apartment complex praying that it wouldn't rain or for at least for a while. Almost half way back home you feel a raindrop fall to your head, just at cue when you look up it starts pouring. ‘’I should've taken a cab, stupid bitch’’ cursing at yourself for not being smart at the moment. 

Opening the door to your flat you throw your shoes somewhere, not bothering to line them up correctly. This was one hell of a day and the last thing on your mind is to properly lay them on the front door entrance. Drenching wet, you drag yourself straight to the bathroom to take a hot shower as a compensation for making it alive at least almost. 

After a quick shower, your parade of thought proceeds to take over. With so much going on catching him philandering again with who knows who, balling down the stairs, busting your favorite heels, and walking home during the pouring rain which you most certainly will catch a cold from. You couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching you. ‘Was someone stalking me?’ you shake your head.’’ That's pathetic, I'm sure I looked like a mess after balling down the stairs and just walking normally as if I wasn't getting drenched from the rain’’ you laugh. But soon that laugh fainted as your train of thoughts started to run again, why did it consistently happen to you? This was your fifth relationship with someone and it always ended badly. One way or another your lovers never stuck for extended, thinking it was all your fault you decided to give sufficient opportunities to him but this isn't going anywhere.

Grabbing a pillow from your bed, you scream into it in hope to muffle the screams from your neighbors. But soon that scream of agony and anger turns into muffling sounds of sobs. Throwing your pillow somewhere in the room, or at least that was what you thought before you heard a crash. You lift your head into the direction of the noise only to notice the mess you made of throwing your pillow directly into your desk of your room. Noticing it drop a picture frame, books, journals and papers into the ground. 

Wiping away your tears with the back of your hand, you drag yourself to the mess to try and pick it up. But upon noticing the broken picture frame you get down to your knees to inspect the photo that slip out of it. 

“Oh” you manage to say in a quivering voice.

Tears rolled down your cheeks without warning, you gripped at the picture with a fear of if letting it go it would disappear. It was a picture of you and your brother in front smiling while a cat sat on your lap. Your parents on the back hugging you both.

Pressing the picture to your forehead as more tears fell, shaking uncontrollably.

“I just, I just want- to feel love please” 

-

“Poor girl, miggy look at her” the hologram of a woman who wore heart-shaped glasses and a fury coat spoke as she saw you through the screen crying. “Why don't you try to comfort her?”

 “Lyla, this is not my business to interfere’’ the man on the chair said as he furiously typed on the keyboard so fast he might break a few keys if he added any more pressure or speed. 

The man on the chair was Spider-man 2099, Miguel O’Hara to be more precise is the founder of the Spider Society an organization responsible for tracking and capturing anomalies throughout the multiverse. He was occupied documenting data on recent anomalies that have caused chaos on various dimensions. Lyla, the hologram that was made by him, or at least with help of him, was his personal ai to help him with the Spider Society. She could easily enter all the data his developer needed to add to the profiles of the anomalies within seconds so why was he preoccupying himself with said significant work when she could do it herself?

“You know I could finish that in seconds so stop making excuses Mr. Grumpy pants, and if you're so busy why even have a camera of her open?” She hummed as a wide smile spread on her face. Miguel grunted but didn’t respond instead he continued to type away furiously. 

When Lyla caught on that he wouldn’t respond she spoke again. “Seriously, you watch her as she limped all her way to her apartment after who knows what occurred in that apartment complex, and not only that she got caught in the rain!” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest dramatically as she glitches from the screen now showing your sleeping figure curled up in bed to in front of Miguel’s screen that he was so occupied with. 

“Lyla,” he said in a growl now finally acknowledging her miniature hologram figure and away from the screen in front of him. “If you couldn't help her when she was in the rain, at least talk to her miggy just talk to her like you typically talk to her in the cafe” she argued. 

You and Miguel had a few chitchats when he came to the cafe near the Spider Society, the place you work as a barista. At first, knowing that there was a Y/n in his universe he avoided it at all cost not wanting to see you as he thought it would be painful for him. Losing you in the other universe where you were his wife and the mother of his lovely daughter Gabriella had already left him large open wounds that no amount of high technology or medication could fix. He couldn’t bear to replay those traumatic events on his head again upon seeing you face to face nor get you in danger or worse him being the threat and harm you in any way possible. So staying away as far as possible would keep you safe. It was meant to be kept that way but Peter kept pressuring him to go get coffee with him from the place near HQ. He declined it many times refusing to go, coming up with excuses, or just plainly contradicting the offer but after weeks of Peter just insisting more and more finally drained of Peter’s annoyance he finally agreed which was the most flawed decision he swore he ever made. 

“Dios mío!” Miguel said with a heavy sigh before speaking again “I won’t interact with her more than I have so far, I’ve already decided that I'll start limiting my interactions with her so rest assured I won't get involved with her at any means if necessary. Understood?” speaking loud in hopes that Lyla could stop pushing the topic further. To his dismay tho Lyla didn’t catch on or she chose not as a matter of fact. 

“Oh c’mon miggy, this is a necessary moment. Did you not notice the poor girl crying in her room? Or are the years finally catching up to you huh.” she hummed.

No matter how much he denied it he knew Lyla was right. He clearly noticed her limping, he noticed how her hair lay down messy on her head, how tears were forming in the corner of her eyes and how her cheeks were rosy just as the corner of her eyes and her nose. It was quickly noticeable for him to know she was in pain. He noticed and studied every detail of her even if he was busy with other matters. But he couldn’t tell Lyla that, he couldn’t let her know or else he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“I won’t interfere, end of discussion” upon saying that he turned back to the screen to fill in the necessary information before she continued further.

“We both know that boyfriend of hers won’t make her happy”

“Lyla”

"Just talk to ger for a bit"

"No"

“You could make a family with her you kno-”

“LYLA” Miguel screamed, slamming his fist to the metal desk in front of him. “I SAID END OF DISCUSSION!” he hissed, flexing his jaw as he gritted his teeth together. 

Lyla opened her mouth but quickly closed it and just ultimately decided it was time to leave Miguel alone with his anger issues. With that in mind she glitched away instead of bickering back. 

Miguel knew you had a boyfriend, but you didn’t speak much details. You spoke about him once by accident and he felt so much anger upon knowing that. He wanted you for himself, he didn’t want any other man to touch you, tell you sweet stuff, see your smile, hear your laugh. He wanted you by his side not with anyone else. Lyla was right upon saying that your current boyfriend wasn’t gonna make you happy he knew, he did his research. But he couldn’t interfere, but he had a limit. He knew that the day he laids a hand on you it would be the day he would interfere without a doubt. 

Such anger built up on him, he hated to see you cry, hated to see you with another man but you weren’t his, not his rightful y/n. He slammed his fist again against the metal desk and cleared everything off the desk. Throwing away keyboards and monitors against the wall. 

“Puta mierda” that's all he managed to say as he huffed with anger. His chest raised up and down as he tried to control his breathing but ultimately it failed. Only one thing could calm his anger and it was you, to see you next to him. 

No matter how much he wanted you he can’t have you. He destroyed an entire universe because he was selfish upon wanting a happy family. His sweet naive daughter, he lost her. Along with his caring loving wife, this was his cannon event and he was sure about it. This mistake is what made him realize how he isn’t allowed from the universe to be happy. If he is happy he ultimately will hurt the people he holds close. His life, his work is built upon the sufferment and anger he has account for. 

If he couldn’t hold you close, the most he could do was keep an eye on you. He could see you through the cameras that surrounded Nueva York. After all it is a futuristic city so it was easy to find specific cameras to watch over you. Just seeing how you lived your daily life seemed enough for his own good but every once in a while he wanted to be someone you could rely upon. But before he could follow those selfish desires his memory always jumped back to the face you and his daughter made before the universe got destroyed. 

Setting his back to the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor as he inspected the mess in front of him he closed his eyes as he rested his arms on his knees. “Lo siento, mis niñas” was all he managed to say with a sigh before he got up to fix the mess he left after his little anger issue moment.