Chapter 2
It’s been almost a year since I joined the spider-verse. That’s what I’ve been calling it since because whatever it was that Miguel called it, was a mouthful. I adjusted pretty quickly and even made some friends: Peter B. Parker and his adorable daughter Mayday and a girl named Cymbeline Mars. I met both of them while we were paired on a mission together. Cymbeline and I got exceptionally close. Hell I think I would consider her my best friend, after Marisol of course. It’s funny, everyone here is super sweet and funny…then there’s Miguel O’Hara. I don’t know what it is about him, but he has a stick up his ass. You hardly ever see him around, and if you do he’s in the cafeteria getting an empanada. Other than that, he’s holed up in his office being all dark, brooding and mysterious. But that’s what made him hot to me, oddly enough. God, I went out on a mission with him and a few others, and seeing him in action made me want him even more. Often, I find myself wondering what it would be like to be in a relationship with him, usually followed by sexual fantasies of him. “She’s daydreaming again isn’t she?” I heard Cymbeline say and I’m back to reality, sitting with her in the cafeteria. I shake my head, as if it would remove the sinful thoughts I just had of Miguel, “What, shut up.” Cymbaline laughs, “Thinkin of Mi-”
“Shhh” I cut her off, “No one needs to know that.” A few weeks ago I made the fatal mistake of making an inside thought, an outside one. “Honestly, I don’t know what you see in him. You know next to nothing about him.” Cymbaline said, resting her chin on her hand. “ So what? It’s not like I wanna marry him.” I respond defensively, “Right sorry sorry I forgot you were little miss ‘I don’t want to date him, I just wanna fuck him” I roll my eyes.“So? Is it a crime to find someone attractive?” I gasped dramatically, “Have we adopted the Jedi code of no intense emotions?” Cymbaline smacks my arm playfully, “Ugh I can’t with you and your nerdy references.” We both laugh and catch each other up on what we’ve done the past few days. “Alright girly, I gotta go. Duty calls.” She says before she goes through a portal to wherever she was needed. A figure suddenly catches my eye. I can’t believe it…Miguel is out of his office. My eyes follow his every move and I could’ve sworn we made eye contact at some point. Then he’s gone, he’s never out of his office for very long. I thought about what Cymbeline said, about just wanting to fuck him. I chuckle to myself, “Oh, girly if only you know what I was really thinking.”
Miguel’s Pov
I made my way back into my office. For some reason, ever since I recruited Arabella, she’s been plaguing my mind. Those damn blue eyes when she looks up at me, her infectious smile. The way the fiery ends of her black curls would cascade down her back. I don’t see her much, but those few times I do, it's hard for my eyes not to wander with the way her suit hugs her curves. She evokes a feeling that I haven’t felt…since the incident. “MIGUEL!” I shake my head. “Yes Lyla, what is it?” She motions over to my watch. Not surprisingly, it’s beeping. Lately there have been more and more anomalies ever since the mess with Kingpin’s collider. Usually I’m not one to be on the scene, but ever since then, I’ve been having to. “Alright,” I sigh heavily, “Get Peter B and Arabella.”
Seeing Arabella walk in holding Mayday, reminded me of Gabriella. I felt the sad smile creep on my face and quickly wiped it away. “There’s an anomaly on earth-5986. Both of you are coming with me.” I said kind of coldly. Peter chuckled nervously, “Yeah Miguel, there’s one small little problem. I promised Mary-Jane that I wouldn’t take Mayday out on missions with me.” Peter said, wincing at the last part. “I could watch Mayday for you,” Arabella quipped and looked at me, “If that’s okay with you Miguel?” I caught her gaze, I sighed frustratedly. “Fine, you can stay behind, Peter you’re coming with me.” I look over at Arabella cooing at Mayday, and a strange warm feeling washes over me.
Arabella’s pov
“You hear that Mayday? You get to hang out with Titi Arabella.” I cooed. May giggles and it just melts my heart. Peter hands me his baby bag before placing a kiss on her head and she waves with her little hand. “I’ll be in my dimension when you get back,” I told Peter before he left through the portal.
I emerge through my portal into my living room with May on my hip. I go into my room to change out of my suit and into something more comfortable and place May on my bed before doing so. It had been a while since I had some time for myself and I wanted to go out but realizing I had May with me made things a little complicated. I didn’t have a stroller so I’d have to carry her everywhere…that was out of the question. I’ll just take her to the park nearby. I picked her up from where she was sitting on my bed and spun her around, “You wanna go to the park my little losca?” she babbles, “I’ll take that as a yes then.”
We head downstairs and I turn into the bodega just to get a couple of snacks for the park. “Hey, there she is!” I smile at the bodega owner, “Hey Rafael.” May babbles at him, “I didn’t know you had a kid!” He said, utterly baffled. “Oh, she’s not my kid. I’m just babysitting for my friend. So Raf, meet Mayday.” I chuckled out, “Mayday? That’s an odd name for a kid don’t you think?” I laugh, “Her name’s May, Mayday is just a nickname.”
“Oh, okay.” I went around and grabbed the snacks and paid. It was nice playing with May at the park.. Honestly, with the way she was behaving, made me want to have kids of my own. I let my thoughts wander a little bit…to Miguel. I know Cymbeline was making fun of me for just wanting to have sex with him, but if I’m being honest, I really do want to be in a relationship with him.
Third person pov
Peter and Miguel walk into Arabella’s living room through the portal and find her and Mayday cuddled up asleep on the couch. “Awww just look at how adorable they look sleeping so peacefully.” Peter said sweetly. Miguel rolls his eyes, “Tch whatever just grab your little shit so we can leave,” He said, irritated. In reality, Miguel enjoyed the sight before him, and hated himself for it. Ever since the incident, he never allowed himself to be blinded by the possibility of something that could never happen. For being Spiderman was a sacrifice, allowing himself to blindly fall in love could potentially put the fate of the multiverse at risk. Peter left through the portal first, Miguel paused and looked behind him. Seeing Arabella sleeping peacefully, made him long for something more. A small part of him screamed, to get closer to her. To get to know her. Much like the other times, he repressed those feelings, and left it to be dealt with another time. That small piece of him wondered, could he be happy one day as Spiderman? Peter B was able to, so why couldn’t he?