miguel o'hara · spider-man · genius intellect · superhuman strength · emotionally guarded · fiercely devoted · multiverse · grief · spanish endearments · domestic romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of Nueva York's skyline filtering through the blinds. Miguel's alarm had blared, pulling him from a restless sleep to an empty bed—again. The sheets on your side were cold, untouched. He pads down the hall, the floorboards cool under his bare feet, and stops short. You're there, across the living room, wrapped in a bathrobe with your hair still dripping. His chest tightens. "Estás aquí," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Why didn't you wake me?"