╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦

𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐙 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓,

She had no clue what she was doing. Miguel asked Isla and Jessica for help upstarting his Spider Society and she agreed. It wasn't like she had anything better to do, battling with an alien for control over your own body wasn't the best pastime. And even if her group was able to capture 357 anomalies, herself capturing 178, a clear fact still remained. She wasn't a spider person.

She wasn't bitten by a radioactive spider, she didn't stick to walls or swing from webs. She didn't even own a suit. But for some reason she couldn't explain, Miguel wanted her around. Why? She wasn't sure. Miguel wasn't the kindest person. Like at all. He was often harsh, blunt and cold. He walked around as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders and if you think about it, it kinda was. In her almost two years of being around him Isla had seen him smile twice. 

The first time Isla saw Miguel smile the day Silk got injured. This sounds wrong, 'why was he smiling whilst a 15 year old girl was writhing in pain.' He wasn't. Love was in critical condition, she had been shot by a Prowler variant way too close to her heart. When seeing what happened Gwen immediately carried Love in her arms and took her back to the hub. When Poppy alerted Miguel of her state, he threw a trash can at her head.

Being the leader of Spider Society meant that he didn't have time to wallow by her side the way Gwen did. He couldn't even let his stern demeanor slip for a second, he had an image to uphold among thousands of spider people.

Isla walked into his office, he was on his platform, where he always was. She tried to avoid going to his office as much as possible but anytime she was in here he was on his platform. It made her want a platform, even though she would probably never use it. 

"Miguel?" She approached him slowly, he didn't even turn around to face her, ignoring her presence entirely. Isla sighed, "Love's awake." Miguel whipped his head so fast Isla thought it would fall off his shoulders. "Thank you for informing me Isla." He turned back around, continuing with whatever the hell he was doing, but his voice gave him away as it quivered.

Isla sighed running a hand over her face. "Miguel, it's okay to worry about her, we're all worried. You don't have to ask tough, we know how important she is to you." Miguel scoffed, "You can make your leave Ramirez, I don't want to hear your agitating voice anymore." "Oh fuck you O'Hara you love my voice." "I really don't. I don't like you." "And yet two years ago you begged me to join your society." He could practically hear the snark dripping from her voice. 

"I hate you Ramirez," "You love me O'Hara. Now stop trying to act all big and tough and go check on your girl." Miguel sighed, and within seconds Isla began to hear the slow decent of his platform closer to the ground. 

When he reached the ground, he stood in front of her, talk and broad, his arms crossed in front of his chest. A small smile rested on his face.  "First of all, I am big and tough. And I am your leader, don't talk back to me." Isla took a step closer, "And what are you going to do about it O'Hara." "Oh you know I'll do nothing Ramirez and that's why you talk back to me. I'm worried about Silk the same way I would be worried about anyone else here. I'm not." He edged closer til they were standing chest to chest, attempting to intimidate her. The proximity of their bodies caused Miguel's chest to feel warm. Miguel took a deep breath, he could smell the faint scent of caramel and coconut. He wanted to pull her in closer, fell her scent flood his nostrils, feel her arms around him but instead he crossed his arms to make himself appear more intimidating.  Isla craned her neck up to look at him, her piercing black eyes glaring at him, refusing to back down, puffing up her chest. This caused Miguel to let out a small laugh.  "You're not that bad Ramirez" he walked away from her heading out of his office.

"Even if you are nothing but a monster."

𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑

was followed by an insult right after. The second time she saw him smile it wasn't even at her. In fact the story is not too long, or too interesting. It had been two months since Love's incident and she was finally back to going on missions. Miguel had banned her from any solo missions and even though the two had quarreled about it Love ended up reluctantly agreeing. Isla slipped the rubber band off her wrist, attempting to tame her curly mane into a neat bun as she slowly approached Miguel's office. As she inched closer she began to hear music being played. The beat was one she recognized. 

As she got closer she was able to make out the lyrics. 

No creas que no valió la pena

The song reminded Isla of her father. Her father was from the Dominican Republic and often felt that moving to the Bronx had made his children break away from any ties to their Spanish Speaking family. Listening to music in Spanish was the only thing that he felt had left. He would play this song whilst he cooked Isla and her twin brother breakfast. The thought of her father caused tears to prick her eyes but she shook it off she she approached the entrance to Miguel's office.

The sight in front of her confused her.

Miguel was standing on his platform, this time it was closer to the ground than he usually liked. The music was blasting from one of his devices and as she listened closely, she could make out a deep voice overlapping the music. His back was to her and neither him, nor the small black haired girl who sat on his left shoulder had noticed her arrival. 

Miguel was singing along to the lyrics, using his right arm to steady Love's place on his shoulder as he used the other hand to type. 

No creas que no eres importante

Miguel sang along, his voice smooth and deep, he spun around in a circle causing Love to squeal and wrap her hands around his head to keep herself from falling. When he spun around Isla caught the biggest smile displayed on his face. 

The planets must have unaligned or something because why was Mr. Miguel O'Hara smiling and singing like a regular happy person. Everyone in Spider Society knew the second he had recruited Love, a hole in his heart closed up.

Love was the daughter he never truly had, a symbol of what he lost. He loved Love like a daughter and when it came to her nothing else mattered. Even if he tried to pretend he didn't like her, deep down she was what was keeping him grounded.

Miguel spun in a circle again, putting his hand on the small of her back to keep her steady. As he did he stopped and faced Isla's direction, where she began to leave the room. The only times Miguel ever smiled, was at those he loved the most.

 Al contrario, yo te amé con toda el alma

LOVE SPEAKS!

Miguel likes black women confirmed. (Isla is Afro-latine). I don't know where I'm going with this book.Check out heartbeat. Don't know where I'm going with that one either. Then Killshot is coming out. Don't know where that's going either.