Brooklyn, Earth-1610.
━ chap 5. laughs and talks !

(Y/N) grumbles swear words in spanish under her breath, now carrying Miguel's hefty figure on her back again to her apartment. She had to enter through the living room window, as it was sun set now and all her neighbours were coming home.

She didn't want to imagine what they would think, and react to her carrying a 6'foot sleeping male on her back, who was in his Spider suit, just like her Red Venom one.

The girl keeps one had on his thick thigh hanging loosely around her waist, as she grunts when she slides up the window with her other hand.

She manoeuvres his body carefully to go in first through the window, but ended up dropping him face first onto the carpet in a heap, and Elvis came over to investage the noise.

"Oh! Shit, my bad-" (Y/N) winced with her teeth together, pressing her AI chip so her suit went away and her causal clothes appeared again. She hopes through the window, and bent down to grab his buff figure by his armpits again.

Miguel was still unconscious with a red, flustered face from his high temperature as she drags him towards the couch, his regular spot now ever since arriving in here.

"You know, I don't want to keep doing this, big guy." She says to him with an annoyed tone, and drops his body onto the couch. She leaves him half on it for a few seconds, as she went towards her kitchen to grab a wet towel for his head.

Miguel was making small noises in his sleeping state, face twisting up in pain as his fingers twitched also. She noticed this, and frowned as she walked back to him, kneeling where his head was resting on the pillows.

"I'm gonna put this on your forehead, Miguel." She starts off softly to not alarm him in his weird state, and placed the wet cloth over his forehead, brushing back some off his sweaty curls, "Hopefully this should cool you down a little."

He mumbled a few words in response to her, the male not really hearing what she was talking about as he was delirious. His panting did even a little bit at the wet towel, and his face evently relaxed feeling her touch on his skin.

(Y/N) glanced over him once more with an eyebrow scratch, really not wanting to continue looking after him like this, "If you didn't chase me like you did, we wouldn't be in this situation." She grumbled at him, before kneeling back up.

Elvis meowed in greeting at his owner, as he came up to the pair now and rubbed his head against Miguel's hanging hand off the couch. She chuckled a bit amused watching this, while the other male had no idea her cat was doing this to him.

She called her cat over to follow, making Elvis quickly do so knowing it was time for dinner, and the cat never missed that. The (H/C) haired girl grabbed the cat's food, opening up the tin can of it, and poured it into Elvi's red bowl, who was purring and meowing seeing this happening.

After that was dealt with, and she knew Elvis would leave her alone till bedtime, (Y/N) made her way back to the kitchen, wanting to make something for herself, and Miguel.

She definitely needed to get him to eat something, as his body currently had no food expect for water, and he needed the energy to heal faster, especially after the recent events with the chase.

Flipping on her speaker at a low volume some music now flowed quietly through it, which was some spanish song that always helped her think her thoughts out. Moving onto her fridge, she opened it open and scanned over the left overs from Rio's cooking she had gotten with her visits over.

(Y/N) humed in thought to herself, tapping her socked foot against the tile floor in beat with the music. She decied to pull out some tortilla's from the shelf, and placed the container onto the counter beside the oven.

They were already made which meant she just needed to reheat it easily, which was good for the girl as she couldn't be bothered to actually make a dish from scrap.

She glanced at the time over her shoulder on the wall, and saw it was just hitting 7 o'clock, giving her plenty of time to eat in case of a sudden attack on Brooklyn by a criminal. It did surprise her that there wasn't any bad guy action lately, and it did bother her a bit because that could mean many things.

Shaking away those thoughts from her mind, she went to unwrap the plastic around the stuffed tortilla's, and placed some on two different plates for her, and Miguel.

She went to pick the plates both up, taking them over to the oven for a few minutes, but a sudden noise from on the couch stop her.

(Y/N) dropped the plates quickly onto the bench, as she turned her head over and saw Miguel trying to get up, now wide awake from his knock out.

"Wow! Big guy, take it easy." She speaks in a frantic tone, a hand on his chest as she had rushed over to him, and held up his bigger figure on her, "You still need to rest-"

He growled at her low in his throat, lidded eyes gazing up at her as his body was flopped on her shoulders loosely, "No, I don't need that. I need answers." He rasped, voice sounding like sandpaper.

She huffed at this, and gave him a warning glare, "You don't think I want them as well?" She questioned incredulously, and pushed on his chest so he fell back down onto the couch, "First, you need to break this fever, and then we can talk. I don't want you chasing me like a rabid dog again."

His figure seemed to tense up at her last words, shoulders slumping with embarrassment as he matches her glare, despite how flustered he felt with what happened before, "I'm not a rabid dog-"

She quickly shut him up with a hand over his mouth, and raised her eyebrows up at him knowingly. She leant down near his face, "No more talking, bug-boy. You're just going to annoy me even more then you already are."

Miguel still had his harsh stare on her with his scarlet red eyes, that were now flashing from red to brown for some reason. His fangs come to pop up from his teeth, and grazed the skin of her hand with a tongue lick also in warning.

(Y/N) yelped feeling this on the skin of her palm, and flung her hand back to her chest defensively, "Wh- Why would you even do that?!" She hissed with wide eyes, as he was looking smug as ever despite his sickly figure.

"You know what? Get up, you're taking a bath." She demanded loudly, grabbing his arm to place around her shoulder as he was protesting at the idea, and tried to pull away. He wasn't strong enough though, even if he did tower over her in size and height.

The girl half dragged the growling, and grumbling Miguel towards her bathroom, who had gave up and leant his chin on her head as let her take him away.

Once in the bathroom, she gently placed him onto the toilet seat as he leant back against it, eyes fluttering open and shut from how tired he felt. She switched on the bathtubs tap, letting it run for a few seconds as she checks to see how warm it was with her fingers, and nods to herself when it was a good temperature.

She then turns back to him on the toilet, and looked at his sluggish figure with a heavy sigh, "Alright, get undressed Miguel." She tells him, and walks up to where he was placed.

His eyes opened weakly up at this, and gave her a weird stare at her sudden demand, "You're seriously asking that when I don't even know your name?" He voiced in a husked tone, a lazy smirk appearing over his lips.

She feels her eye twitch at his way of flirting with her, and clicks her tongue as she removes her jumper covering her, "Estúpido, you're so funny." She snarks, and points to herself as she wears a tank top now, "My name is (Y/N). And we technically have known each other for over a week, but you've just been sleeping through it."

He grunts under his breath with annoyance, hating how weak and how easily he was being looked after by her. His glazed eyes looked down at his wristband, sighing slowly in relief when it was still working, but it definitely looked broken and ruffed up.

"Well? Turn around, bicha." He spoke lowly to her, raising one of his eyebrows at her expectedly. He stood up with wobbly legs, and held onto the bathrooms bench for support.

She freaked out at this, becoming embarrassed as she babbles out words and quickly spins around away from his figure. Sometime she forget he was a male, and a very attractive one at that.

The noise of fabric rustling, and a zapping noise was heard behind her, followed by a splash into the bubbling water in the bathtub, "You can turn around now."

At his low rumble of a voice, (Y/N) turned around slowly with hesiation as her eyes drowned in the site of the handsome male in her tub. Luckily, he had kept his boxes on so she couldn't see down below, but dear god... the view she was witnessing right now was a blessing.

She gulped down her nervousness feeling his red gaze on her in waiting, as his toned figure was now bare for her to see. His hair was wet, and some of it was slicked back, as he was leaning his side on the tubs wall, still half asleep from the fever he was experiencing.

"Honestly, you chasing me like you did wasn't good for your health, Miguel." She halfheartedly scolds the older male, pulling the small chair used for Elvis in here near the tub to sit on, and grabs the washer on the edge, "I hope you understand how injured you are right now."

He didn't answer her at all, as he was still feeling uncomfortable being bathed by someone who he didn't know well enough yet. Though he was starting to think he knew her more then he thought, as he had no idea how long she had been taking care of him, "I couldn't help it.." He admitted deeply, eyes fluttering shut as she started to wash through his hair.

She raised an eyebrow at him while scoffing in disbelief, "Couldn't help it? Dude, what kind of excuse is that for attacking the person who saved your ass from dying." She bite back in harsh tone, moving her fingers from his hair to his forehead, and pressed the washer onto his cooling head now, "After this, we need to talk."

"I figured..." He mumbled quietly as he winced a little bit at his dizzy head, and placed his palm up to it. He didn't know how long he could last without that, but he also knew he had to suffer through it to not alarm the girl taking care of him. He was already a burden as it was.

She watched this happen closely with a worried expression, as his eyelashes continued to open and close each time his chest moved, "I'll leave you for a few minutes, come out when you're ready." She gently tells him with a small smile, and kept the cold washer on his forehead as he watched her leave the bathroom quietly.

Miguel sat in the warm water silently, the only sound inside there was his raspy breathing or the few drips of water from the tap. He leans his head onto the wall of the room, not really fitting his broad figure in it but nevertheless dealt with it for now.

His ears picked up the sounds (Y/N) was making in the kitchen, hearing her making something for him to eat for energy most likely. If he was being honest, the male was completely stunned as to why she was helping him, especially after what he pulled with her earlier today.

Not that he could control how he acted though, his messed up DNA would always bring out another side of him sometimes depending on the situation. It just sucked that her scent was the first thing he latched onto, and now he could feel himself gaining attached to her, which wasn't good for his plans.

As he took a deep breath in to recollect himself, his eyes fluttered close for a few seconds before flying opening with a new darker shade of scarlet in them. He took off the washer on his forehead, forcing his body to bring his temperature down with the lingering drug in his veins, and slowly stood up inside the tub.

Water was dripping down his sculptured figure as his wounds were now slowly turning into scabs also, and he steps out of the water onto the mat. His face shifted into one of bafflement seeing the clothes left for him by her, and held them up with a scoffing noise, "No way these are going to fit me."

In the kitchen humming away to another tune playing from the speaker, (Y/N) was just finishing off heating up the food for her and Miguel to eat when she heard heavy footsteps behind her.

She turns her head over her shoulders to see who it was, and her eyes went double their size, hearting fluttering a little seeing Miguel in the clothes he was now wearing after the somewhat soothing bath.

He was now clothed in a tight-fitting short sleeve shirt, tan baggy training pants with a small black belt weaved through the waist. It looked like it didn't really fit his broad figure well, and that was understandable as these were Miles' most baggy clothes she could find for him.

She snapped out of her daze when he coughed awkwardly into his fist, and shuffled in his spot with his hands on his hip, looking at her in waiting. He was secretly enjoying the way she was because of his new look, not that he admit it to himself though.

"Oh! Uhm, I see you're looking fine now-" She blurted out through a squeak, before she realised what she said and stuttered to cover, "I mean you're looking better now!" She laughed nervously like a robot, and mentally scolded herself at how lame she sounded.

He chuckled lowly at her little act, giving her a once over with his still lidded eyes, and walked with stride, towering over her nervous figure.

"That's funny." He murmured with head tilt, before his nose caught a whiff of the food sitting on the bench, "That's for us?"

She nodded her head at his question as he went to grab both plates of tortilla's, "Yeah they are." She confirmed before tugging on his belt strap hanging down, and motioned to outside on the roof, "Let's talk and eat up there."

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Once they were up on the roof which was a funny experience for (Y/N) as she had to web Miguel up here also with the food, who was still grumbling about it. She did that because of the fact he should be resting his body, not using his Spider powers until he was fully healed, even if he did look a bit better now.

The atmosphere up there was calm and quiet, all the humdrum, noise and clamour of city going silent for their ears. It was getting closer to midnight, and the night sky was picturesque. A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a full moon; a glowing yellowy white, loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow.

(Y/N) sat down on the brick edge of the roof, her legs hanging off it as she had high-tops on now. Her plate was in her lap, as the cool breeze kissed her cheeks softly, "Well, are you gonna sit or stand there brooding?" She called out to him, not even glancing back.

Miguel shot her a scowl at this, him standing behind her as he didn't know wether to join her nor not. His broad figure walked up to where she was, and slowly sat down with enough gap between them, wanting to be respectful of her boundaries, "I wasn't brooding."

She hummed in amusement at this, taking some bites of her mothers tortilla as her taste buds where sent to heaven and back eating it, "I'm sure you weren't, bug-boy." She teased over at him.

His eye twitched irritated at the tease, his head turning to her all robot like and growled a little with his teeth bared, "Stop calling me that! I have a name, it's Miguel O'hara!"

"Okay then, Miguel O'hara," She started off as a serious expression takes over her features, and placed down the plate beside her to face him fully, "What are you doing in my universe, and how did you get here like.. that?" She gestured to his bruises and healing wounds that she took care of.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, as his red eyes flickered over her to her. He eventually sighed heavily, seeing no use in keeping her in the dark as she did save his life after all, "As you already know, I'm from another dimension. I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse."

"Wait, wait, wait-" She waved her hands around in the air in front of her, and shuffled closer to his bigger figure, pointing at the thing around his wrist, "Can you go to any dimension you want with that watch?!" She questioned in an excited tone, trying to reach for it.

An offended look crossed his face at her words, as he scoffed and brought his wrist back away from her grabby hands, "It's much cooler then a watch, roja."

(Y/N) broke into a small laughing fit hearing how offended he got at her simply question, and Miguel's face flustered in angry embarrassment, grumbling curse words in spanish.

She soon calmed down with deep breath, and recollected herself with a smile, "So, that's how you got here. But, you still haven't answered my other question, Miguel."

He took a few bites from his tortilla before placing that aside also, and glanced down at the thick metal wristband on his wrist, "I was trying to travel through the multiverse, and ended up finding some trouble along the way. After that, everything is a blur.." He trailed off in a small voice, and placed a hand on his forehead.

"It's alright, you're here now and that's all that matters." She reassured as she just grazes her fingers along his arm, which draws his attention up to her, "Also, I've noticed that you have claws, and fangs? That's a bit different then your normal Spider-ling."

He nods his head in acknowledgment, a few strains of hair falling onto his forehead from the movement, and lifts up one hand to bring out his claws for show, "You're right, I'm not the normal type of Spider-man." He exhales heavily, and retracts his claws back as he looks out into the distance of the city, "My DNA... it's been spliced with a Spider's."

Miguel doesn't look over at her for her reaction to his confession, as his conflicted gaze stays on the city in the distance. However, a small bump to his shoulder caused the male to turn back, and saw (Y/N)'s shoulder now touching his.

"So, you're exactly like... me?" She flashes him a smile that dazzles him. His breath catches in his throat, brows rising up, and pupils dilate. Upon the sight of his unexpected enthralled gaze, her heart once more flutters in her chest, and doesn't break her stare with him.

It takes a few seconds for him to regain himself and control his raging emotions. At that very moment when she showed him that look, he knew, felt they had some short of connection, some short of unopened bond that was just waiting to be brought to life.

He grips the pants material he was wearing in his fists, as he swallows hard, and gives a single head nod, "Yes, in a way." His voice was deeper, and huskier then usual as a slow smirk forms over his lips, "But I'm hotter of course."

(Y/N) breaks out of her dazed state hearing his tease, and throws her head back to laugh loudly, and carefree, her eyes squinting from how hard she was.

From beside her, Miguel watched the young woman laugh with a small, genuine smile, something that was never seen nor shown to people. He wasn't supposed to nor end up in Earth 1610, but would be eternally grateful for what he found here.

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i was so close to not writing this chapter cause of my motivation but i pushed through because of how much i love miguel and this fic 🥹🥹

the only thing im worried about is that some scenes in there are bad and not needed, but then again who cares LMAOOA 😜

welll.. id say there's a maybe like 2-3 chaps left of this act cause in the span of the next chapters things are about to turn sad very fast... especially with y/n's backstory... ergh...

also heads up, there may be a small time skip next chapter to move this story along more. it won't be a big one though don't worry 🫶🫶

thank you for reading guys, and please don't be ghost readers🥲 <33

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