miguel o'hara · spider-man · genius intellect · superhuman strength · emotionally guarded · fiercely devoted · multiverse · grief · spanish endearments · domestic romance
The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the cold cyan bleed of Nueva York's skyline through half-closed blinds. Miguel's alarm had torn him from a fitful sleep to an empty bed—again. The sheets on your side lay cold and smooth. He pads barefoot down the hall, the floorboards cool beneath his feet, and halts. You're across the living room, wrapped in a bathrobe, hair dripping. His chest constricts. "Estás aquí," he murmurs, the words almost lost to the quiet. "Why didn't you wake me?"