Brooklyn, Earth-1610.
━ chap 9. bittersweet feelings !
TW: talks of death, child experimentation,
body marks & rough childhood

Miguel was swinging his way towards (Y/N)'s (their) apartment, using his red webs to shoot at buildings as he carried Red Venom in his arms. He was having a hard time doing so though, as she would constantly slip out of them because of how fatigue she was currently feeling.

He protected her head with his hand, when he went to land against the wall near the apartment's window, and grunted as he used his free hand to claw himself stuck into the wall.

The male had arm outstretched to hold them both up with his claw, while the other gently manoeuvred Red Venom onto his thigh, that was bending against the brick wall.

"Roja, you still with me?" He softly coaxed in his deep voice, the hand holding her up on his thigh moving to her cheek, and cupped the side of hit, just rubbing his thumb under her black mask.

She hummed with a small tried smile, blinking slowly as her masked eye slits followed the movement. She went to open her mouth, but shuddered when she body suddenly glitched again, and landed onto his chest, groaning.

"W-what's happening-" Red Venom tried to speak as she felt a wave of tiredness wash over her, chin resting on his broad shoulders, as her legs were around his waist and arms hanging off to the sides.

She didn't even have time to freak out at their current position, nor how anyone walking buy could see them on the wall like this, and get the wrong idea with how they look from the back.

Miguel clenched his jaw witnessing this, and glanced at his wristband on his hand holding onto the wall, the AI glowing orange once more. He ignored that, and focused on her instead.

"I'm not sure." He halfy lied to her against the top of her head, and moved the hand back down to her waist, squeezing gently, "Hold onto me, mami. We're going back to bed."

She listened to his voice near her ear, and wrapped her arms the best she could around his shoulders, along with digging her kneels into the back of his thighs.

Her face was pushed into the crook his neck by his hand, as he kept the hand there gently, and slowly let go of himself on the wall. His body slid down the bricked wall a bit, and went to swing himself while holding on her body tightly to the metal platform just by her apartment's window.

He heard her grumbling some words to him about being carried like this, but he just cooed at her softly and carefully slipped inside of the apartment's window. It was a bit difficult since he had another body to carry now, and the fact she was clinging onto him like a baby, but he managed somehow.

Once again Elvis was placed near the window as his threatening noise stopped, to be replaced with a confused one, and a head tilt seeing their position right now. His tail flicked onto the carpet with annoyance as Miguel shooed him off, and it caused Elvis to hiss back.

Miguel rolled his eyes at the cat, and gave him a narrowed eye stare as he past him to walk towards her bedroom. Holding her up with one hand, he pressed a few buttons on his watch and the Spider suit around him faded into his actual clothes.

"I'll be fine after some rest, bug-boy." She mumbled against the skin on his neck, before she lifted her head to make eye contact with his worried gaze, "There's no need to carry me, nor be mean to my cat."

He raised his eyebrows at her as he continued walking towards her room, and stopped just at the foot of the bed, "No? You don't want me to carry you, cariño?" He teased in a murmured, his hand holding the back of her head moving down towards her butt, and just touched it barely, "Even when I do this?"

Despite how heavy her body felt from what happened, she still freaked out feeling him graze her butt like that. Red Venom squealed, and pushed herself out of his hold, as she landed back first onto her bed, "Why do you always make things perverted?!"

His chest rumbled with laughter as his hands now rest on his thin waist, and smirk with his teeth at her, "I don't, you just took it that way." He innocently denies it, as he walked toward her, and motioned to her suit still on, "Need help with that, dulce?"

(Y/N) now grumbles curses in spanish up to him as she pressed her AI chip on her bra, and a small glow came from her suit as it disappeared into her clothes, "You're not funny, gilipollas."

"Oh, but I am." He taunted in a higher tone, giving her an eyebrow wiggle while he slips off his shoes to leave next to hers by the bed. He goes to sit on the bed, and shuffles back so his back touched the bedrest, "You want to use me, or what?"

She stuttered out at this, eyes going wide as she flushed in shock, "W-what? What to you mean-" She squeaked out a question, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

He clicked his tongue at her, and patted his chest as well with his thighs with his hand, "Use me to rest, is what I meant." A sudden slow but dangerous smirked crossed his lips, and a seductive look lingered in his red gaze followed behind it, "What did you think I meant-"

"NOTHING! I didn't think anything of it!" She quickly yelled with an embarrassed expression, waving her hands around like a dork as she nervously laughed it off.

He rolled his eyes with a small chuckled breath, and went to grab her waving hands around, tugging her onto his chest as she yelped startled, "Stop panicking, I was messing with you, roja."

"That's all you ever do." She muttered under her breath with a scoff, her back leaning against his side as her head was placed near his upper chest. An idea came poping into her head to get back at him for his teasing, "Did you see those people today? How they were watching us, watching me?"

Miguel had stopped his tracing over her sides with his fingers, as a low growl escaped his lips hearing her words and clenched his jaw tightly, "Don't talk about other people when you're alone with me."

(Y/N) tilted her head up to him, and met his red e eyes with a coy smile, "You jealous, Miguel?" She murmured while one of her hands found his, and intertwined their fingers against her stomach.

"Hardly," He grunted in a lower octave, claws coming up to pinch her skin a little as he watched her lick her lips slowly, and followed the movement closely, "You're playing a dangerous game, roja."

She giggled in accomplishment seeing him riled up at her act, and went to shuffle her body a little bit so her stomach was facing his side, "You're so easy," She muses through a smirk, "and you wanna know something?"

"What is it?" He questioned in a low, and hesitant voice as he easily grips both sides of her waist, and  manoeuvres her in between his legs, now making them close then ever.

She squealed at the sudden movement but calmed down after a few seconds, as she placed one hand on his toned chest while the other trails up his tight shirt, "A-ah- well," She fumbled when his face had moved down to hers, leaving only a small gap between them as his warm breath fans over her lips.

"That you're actually so beautiful." She breathed out before even thinking of the consequences, her eyes admiring his strong cheek bones, defined jawline along with his muscles. She never realised it before, but everything about this man was prefect.

He froze surprised at this, not expecting her to be this bold as he was the one who was. His face feels warm as she had cupped one of his cheeks, and run her thumb over it gently, while brushing back some locks on his forehead.

"You're not making this easy," He rasped lowly with now lidded eyes, as he does to nudge his nose against hers and travels the touch all the way down to her neck, "you don't know how bad I want you... Te necesito."

She bit back a small whimper feeling his teeth tug at the skin on her neck, a wave of heated emotions rolling over her as she nuzzles her face into his chest more to level herself.

"I heard that," A husky growl left his lips as he brings his face back up to hers, noses touching again as their lidded eyes gaze into each others, "Wanna hear more, chica guapa.."

Just as their parted lips go to brush against each others, (Y/N)'s body suddenly started to glitch badly inside Miguel's arm. She groans out painfully feeling the sensation and falls face first into his chest, twitching still.

"Roja!? Are you alright!?" Frantic but worried questions fall out of his mouth repeatedly at this, as he holds the now unconscious girl against his chest. He gently moved her so that her side was touching his chest, and head was resting just below his shoulder.

"You'll be okay, I promise mi vida.." He whispered softly as he pressed his lips onto her forehead, and left his nose there when he went back to resting on the headboard, and kept her tucked in his arms.

He brought up his AI wristband with a heavy frown on his face, looking at the glowing orange object and then back to the girl sleeping in his arms.

Miguel knew then and there it was time for him to leave her universe... for good this time.

.....

Later that same day it was now in the dark of night, Brooklyn's normal environment quiet and sleepy, as everyone was inside their houses or on their way to be. (Y/N) was sitting on her couch with Elvis on lap, while Miguel did the dishes from their recent dinner. He wouldn't stop nagging her about what happened today, and she knew he was only worried, but didn't mean to make him that upset with her.

The radio was switched on to play whatever was being broadcasted, as one particular soft melody had (Y/N)'s head moving up and socked feet tapping against the floor.

"Tú eres la tristeza, ay, de mis ojos."

Miguel picked up the noise coming from her spot, and the new tune that just started playing. He knew this one oh so well, and it made his heart happy she knew it also.

Finishing up the dishes, he cleaned his hands, and pushes back his messy locks out of his face. He then took a deep breath, and carefully walked over to her on the couch, "¿Quieres bailar?" His spanish flew out of his mouth softly, and held out a hand for her to take.

"Que lloran en silencio por tu amor."

She blinked rapidly in surprise at his sudden nice question, and started to nervously sweat as Elvis hopped off her, and onto the couch away from them, "Uh, I don't really know how..." She trails off with a awkward wince.

His soft expression was still on his face, not caring that she couldn't as that didn't bother him. He reached forward with his wristbanded hand, and gently coaxed the girl up into the centre of the living room.

"Place your hands here," He instructs gently in his deep voice, and placed her arms around his neck, the girl having to step on her socked tippy toes, and now their chests were touching each others.

"And I put mine here." He places his much larger hands onto her waist, pulling her impossible closer to his body, "Is this okay?" He whispered, nose brushing against hers as he had to lean his head down to her because of their height difference.

"Me miro en el espejo y veo en mi rostro."

"Yes, it's more then okay." She murmured in a soft voice, their bodies now swaying slightly to the music, as they didn't take their eyes off each other.

His deep voice would sometimes whisper a few words of the song to her, as she smiled giddy hearing it from his mouth, never expecting him to actually do so.

Miguel's much larger hands started to rub his thumbs slowly over her waist, as he gulped harshly and exhaled, "Eres tan hermosa," He breathed out in a trance, their close proximity driving his emotions wild.

She bit her lip at his breathy tone, and compliment, feeling butterflies flutter inside her stomach. One of her hands slid up to his cheek, and touched in curiously, "Uh, you have fangs, don't you? Can I see them, for real this time?"

The sudden question caught him off guard for a second, and a small deep chuckle escape him, expecting nothing less from her. He parted his mouth a little bit, and made the sets of longer, and sharper teeth appear for her to see.

She felt herself tense up seeing them pop out, Spider senses going wild as a weird feeling washed over her all of a sudden, "Uhm, they are... very pretty?" She awkwardly tried to compliment through her freak out, and slides her hand back down behind his neck from his face.

He smirked lazily with his fangs still out at seeing her flustered self, and leant down to hover his face near her neck. He started to press warm, but sloppy kisses onto the skin of her neck, causing her to gasp and press herself closer to his body, their slow swaying still not stopping.

"El tiempo que he sufrido por tu adiós."

"I can't control myself around you," He rasped against her necks pulse point, and brushes his fangs with another warm kiss placed onto it, "you drive me insane, dulce niña."

(Y/N) felt like she was about to faint. Her eyelashes flutter feeling his electrifying touch, and tilts her head to press her nose into his fluffy locks, "Miguel..." Her voice was breathily, and just above a whisper, clinging into him to hold herself up.

A low growl escaped his throat hearing this, and he gripped her hips in an almost painful hold, "Don't say my name like that." He warned in a husky, lust filled tone, as his fangs threatened to sink into her skin, "Unless you want this to go further then simple dancing, baby."

She shakily exhaled into his brown locks, trying to control her raging emotions for him right now as she knew he felt it too by the way his grip was tight on her body.

"Obligo a que te olvide el pensamiento."

She gently reached up to cup the sides of his face, and brought his face away from her neck, "You know this can't happen," She began in a whisper, thumbs rubbing over his prefect cheek bones, "it's impossible for us to happen..."

She promised herself ever since what happened inside the bedroom with him, she'd never let that happen again. She was in too deep with him, and needed to pull herself back before it would be to late. Even if it broke her heart to do so.

"Pues siempre estoy pensando en el ayer."

Whatever trance he was in was instantly knocked out of him hearing her words, and simply nodded his head, knowing she was right, no matter how much it pained him to admit so. His forehead had ended up gently bumping against hers, their swaying to the music coming to a slow stop, "You know, I never did properly thank you for saving my life.."

She giggled a little bit with an amused eyeroll, and looked into his red, soft gaze trained on her, trying not to freak out feeling his warm breath on her lips, "It was nothing..." She sheepishly admitted, "Though, I wish you would of warned me first about your... feral ways..."

His mouth dropped in offence to this, as he growled playfully and nuzzled his nose into her, causing her to squeal, "I told you, I can't control that!"

She broke out of his hold with loud laughter, holding her stomach as it was hurting from the laughing, and grinned at him once she calmed down, "That's okay though, I don't mind your weird ways." She confessed cheekily, and brushed some of his messy locks away from his red eyes.

The music was coming to an end now as Miguel scratches the back of his head with grumbles of complaint at her words, and watched her walk towards the radio to flip it off.

His scarlet gazes finds the hallway where all the family pictures was again, and then glanced back down at now somewhat glowing AI watch. Before he did what he did... he needed to know her full backstory, and he didn't know any other time to do it but now.

Just as (Y/N) was passing him to close the windows curtain fully, he grabbed her wrist in his hand which made her spin around, and raise her eyebrows confused, "What's wrong now?"

He gulped down the lump building in his throat, and squeezed her wrist in his larger hand, "You don't have to answer this, or feel like you have too," He starts off in a calm, low voice, "But... who are those two adults in the picture with you on the wall..?"

All the colour drained from her face hearing his sudden question, as her eyes go double their size, and her shoulders tense up also in alarm, "I figured you'd ask sooner or later...." She answered hesitantly, voice bleak as she looks to the said photo with a lot of different emotions, "I just didn't think I would be now."

"Lo siento-" He panicked at her sudden mood drop, and went to bring his hand back away from hers to switch the topics, but she grabbed his hand instead and pulled him down to sit on the couch side by side.

"You're going to want to sit for this." She tells him straightforward, her normal playful self being replaced with a serious one now. She crossed her legs on the couch, and faced him with her full body, "I don't just openly speak about this anymore, but I'll make an expectation for you."

He turned his full attention to her at this, completely ignoring his frantically glowing watch on his wrist, as he takes her fidgeting hand in his and intertwines their fingers together for comfort.

She inhaled heavily for a few seconds, and then let that go as she kept her (E/C) eyes on their hands in between them, "Well firstly, I had a ordinary childhood like every kid should have growing up. Celebrating my birthdays when it came around, had a few good friend, had pets here and there, had a loving environment I was living in and most of all had supportive parents."

She began to tell him, expression growing distant by the end as he starts to rub his thumb over her knuckles seeing it, and squeezes her hand to remind her he was here with her.

"I thought I had it all, I really did. I never once complained about my life, and never took it for granted." Her lips lift up into a bittersweet smile, and rubs her nose with her free hand, "I was over the moon when I found out that my Uncle was the Spider-man, but now he's not, because he's gone." She looks up into Miguel's soft eyes, that smile still up, "That's not even the worst of it, if I'm being honest."

"When I was around about 4 years old, I started to notice some changes with my parents. I wasn't the smartest kid, but I wasn't stupid. We always did struggle with money, though I never saw my parents actually struggle with it." Her voice trailed off in thought, bad memories starting to flood back which made her squeeze Miguel's hand tighter.

"My Padre found a job because of that, and I had no clue what it would mean for us in the weeks to come." (Y/N) sniffles with a watery chuckle, which caused Miguel to frown in concern, not saying anything yet to let her talk, "One day, a few days before my 5th birthday my Madre was apparently taking me somewhere special... little did I know it was the complete opposite to that."

She lifted her trembling lips up a bit, and exposed her little fangs that could appear when wanted, and in her free hand started to spark red venom at her fingertips easily, "This is what I got from that surprise."

A tear falls down her cheek, and Miguel wiped it away gently with his thumb that wasn't on her hand, "My parents-" Her voice breaks harshly, as she bows her head to not look at his reaction, "They sold me to Kingpin's Alchemax lab where my father was working, for their own selfish needs. A company where I was tested on, experimented on, and made into something they view as prefect, where as humanity views as a mutant... I know they do, because I hear and feel what their thinking, even if they don't show it."

His heart drops drastically to his stomach at her confession, his face being a lot of different emotions right now as he stares at the crying woman. He had no idea, couldn't even think of something like this happening to an sweet and wonderful girl like her. It just made him want to protect, and be there for her even more now.

"I was in their grasps for almost 6 years, Miguel. I never saw anything but their sinister ways." More tears break free from her eyes, as she found herself remembering the gut wrenching cries of help she did inside the facility, "And If you thought my DNA being different was enough, they begged to differ. The scientist purposely made me get bit by a radioactive Spider, just to see how their test animal survives it."

"Eventually through the hellish nightmare, I was rescued by Peter Parker, my Uncle as he was the only one besides MJ and Aunt May who actually looked for me after my disappearance." (Y/N)'s watery gazes locks onto his emotion filled one as well, and wobbles another bittersweet smile, "I also found one the day Peter was saving me, that my parents were coming back too. And on their way to get me, they died in a fatal car crash. I was too young to understand that much then, but now... I do. I never blamed them though, and I never will.  Money is the key to our existence isn't it? The one's who were supposed to love me the most showed me that much."

She lifted one of her arms up, and showed him the hidden scars beneath her skin, and the most recent ones from fights, "I'll just forever live with wounds that won't ever heal, even if the emotional ones have somewhat already." She gripped her arm, and glanced towards the newest family photos with the Morales family, "They were the ones to truly save me. They didn't even know me, and yet still decided to adopted me as their daughter, and gave me everything my biological parents couldn't."

More tears fall free from her eyes, and run down her cheeks from retelling a hidden part of her story. Miguel's own bottom lip wobbles a little bit in guiltiness over the news, as he cups her face in both his larger hands now, brushing away the tears gently, "Dios, lo siento mucho.. no one should have to go through that. You especially shouldn't of had to deal with that, nor have your childhood taken away from you."

She sniffles loudly with a blabbered chuckle, and looks into his eyes through a glassy gaze, "That's what comes with this job and gaining these powers, I guess." She whispered, and leans into his palm softly.

He smiles sadly at her in understanding, as he continued to rub his thumbs over her wet cheeks, "You know, I also didn't experience a happy way to gain my powers, and as you know, my DNA is splice with a spiders." He was so close to exposing what he needed to take to control his DNA, but decided against it as one more lie couldn't hurt, right?

She places one hand against his on her face, while the other grips his wrist tightly, and rentures his sad smile with a softer one, "That means we're connected way more then I actually thought.. which is a plus side."

Miguel's thoughts ran rapid hearing her admitting what he felt from the start. He doesn't hesitate as he opens his mouth, and blurts out, "So, why don't you, we just run away?"

(Y/N) blinked a bit startled at this through her tears, and slowly slipped her hand out from his, "What? What do you even mean?" She questioned in a hoarse voice, incredulously, and removed the hold on her face.

He quickly now fully faced her figure, and gently pulled her hands into his, holding them in between his bigger and warmer ones, "I mean, we could run away and start a new life, in a new universe away from this one and my one." He explains in a joyous tone at the idea, and presses a few soft kisses onto her exposed knuckles.

She frowned conflicted hearing this coming out of his mouth, deep down wanting this to happen and actually go through with it, but also understood what this could mean for everyone around them in both universes or wherever they would go to, "We can't, I can't just up and leave Brooklyn! What about my family, and my cat-!"

"They're not your real family, (Y/N)! You said it yourself, your real one is dead." He suddenly exclaimed over her words loudly, not even thinking before he said as her face drops at this, and a hurtful expression takes over.

His eyes went wide in horror once he realised what he yelled at her, and reached out for her hands as she backed away from him quickly, "No- Cariño, I didn't mean what I said-"

She almost broke down hearing his pleading voice crack at her, but stood her ground as she wouldn't allow herself to get treated like that, especially after what she just told him tonight.

Her (H/C) hair covered her eyes, as she stood up from the couch, and looked down at the carpet, "I know you didn't mean it, but that was uncalled for Miguel." She began in a low voice, and gripped the sides of her shirt with trembling hands, "We'll talk in the morning, I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight, roja." He murmured in a disheartened whisper as he watched her leave the room and towards her bedroom. When she was out of view, he groaned upset at himself and run a hand down his face, frustrated at himself as he might of just ruined the one good thing he found in his miserable life.

His brought up his AI wristband, and switched it on with burning eyes as he types something into the panel, getting ready for what he was about to do.

Getting up from the couch silently, he placed his shoes back onto his feet and made his way into his favorite persons room. It was just barely lit up in the room, but he saw perfectly find with his enhanced vision.

(Y/N) was fast asleep under her covers, hair framing around her face on the pillow as Elvi was curled up next to her chest, both snoozing away into the night.

Miguel bit his bottom lip as his felt his eyes sting even more this time, and knelt down beside where her face was turned to, "I'm so sorry you had to deal with my bullshit, mi amor. You won't have to anymore though, I promise." He whispered as he brushes the hair back out of her face, and leans in to press his plush lips onto hers, leaving one final tender kiss that would ever be shared between them.

He eventually pulls back after a few more seconds, his thumb rubbing over her now parted bottom lip with his heart breaking painfully inside his chest, followed by a longing look.

The male took once last mental image of the woman whom held his heart, as he never wanted to forget the one who flipped his entire world upside down. With a shaky sigh, he stands up from beside her bed where he once was today taking care of her, and turns to walk out of the room.

However, his eyes catch something on her bedside table, and looks closer to investigate. His heart clenches seeing a red threaded bracelet similar to his suit with a written name underneath it, that read 'For Bug-boy'.

His slightly trembling hands reach out to pick up the object delicately, and placed it inside his pocket as it already felt like it was burning guilty holes into him.

Miguel switches on his watch again, as a few quiet beeps was heard and followed by a sudden hologram projection onto the wall beside him, "Layla, it's time to go."

She looks at him through her glasses, and sees the unsplit tears glistening in his eyes with the way his face was psychical showing pain, "You sure you wanna leave her?" She questioned knowingly, before a pout formed over her lips, "And here I was just starting to like her.."

He just shakes his head with a harsh sallow, taking a few deep breathes to mask the excruciating agony he was currently feeling within his heart with a normal cold expression.

A colourful orangey yellow portal suddenly opened up in front of the male, as it makes fizzles and spark sounds, and somewhat pulses like a wave.

Miguel didn't dare look back at what he was leaving behind, knowing damn well if he did this would be harder to let go of her. Just as he entered the portal, he threw his broken AI wristband onto her bedside table, and closed his eyes to remember her beautiful smile that brought him more joy then he ever imagined would.

The portal closed shut behind him, and so did the sacred bond between him and her's soul, forever.

'Goodbye, (Y/N)..'

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coughs. i am so sorry for starters 😭😭 i did warn you guys that a happy ending wasn't in store for y/n and miguel...

i honestly didn't really go into depth about her backstory because i was fearing about my word count... so if you guys want another chapter with them talking about it or any side chapters in general about their time together let me know 🫶

i literally wanted to use the song luna de xelaju which HAS oscar singing in but i picked amor eterno instead... it was a hard choice between them pls 🥲

still a bit iffy on some parts of this but i hope you guys enjoyed, and thank you for reading <33 next act will be the movie!! YAYAY

oh and..... here's pics of what miguel looked like without a shirt and what he looks like with normal clothes on in those previous chapters...

( found on pinterest : Hagnarok )

( found on birdy app : treelover_5 )

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