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Silk & Cologne (56)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC Fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 56: Support - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female !Spidersona OC

Words: 3K+ words

Warning: PG for brief flashbacks

Summary: Miguel and Lisa both struggle figuring out what to do next.

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

“Anything yet, Lyla?”

Miguel was scouring every inch and corner of the Web of Destiny, the map that outlined every link and dimension of the multiverse. After multiple attempts of waiting for her to contact Lisa again and interviewing multiple other Spiders he knew of who had interacted with her in the past, Miguel still couldn’t find any trace of Madame Web’s whereabouts. Before he was getting frustrated, now he is becoming increasingly irritated.

“Nothing,” Lyla shook her head in dismay before falling flat on her back, hovering in the air, appearing exhausted. “It’s like she’s a ghost!”

Miguel scowled, a frown on his face as he scratched off another sector of the multiverse, or as he calls it the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse, or the spiderverse as Lisa once called it not too long ago. The corner of his lips curled upward at the memory, but it was short lived as he deactivated the projection of the webs.

He watches as the webs retract and turn back into branches, shriveling back as the beautiful white tree that sprouted shrinks down to the floor and the spot flickers like a drop rippling in a pond. As it’s happening, one of Lisa’s questions echoes in Miguel’s mind and it only seems to fuel is irritation. ‘Why hasn’t she been helping you with all this anomaly stuff?’

He hated that he didn’t know, and he hated that he felt like he couldn’t tell her.

He hated that he couldn’t communicate with Madame Web like some of the other spiders could, because it reminded him how different he was from the others.

He hated how she hadn’t reached out to him, wondering if she couldn’t connect with him because he wasn’t bitten by a radioactive spider or simply because she didn’t want to see him.

Especially after their first and last fateful encounter just over a year ago.

He still recalled doing one of his gizmo test jumps. Stumbling into her hub, her throne room. He still got shivers crawling up his spine thinking about it, and that slick, thin, smile.

“Miguel?” Lyla’s voice plucks Miguel’s thoughts back to the present and only then does he realize that he had been squeezing his fists a little too white before he relaxed them.

“I need a break.” Miguel sighed deeply, turning to leave. “I’m gonna go work out, blow off some steam.”

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Lisa’s P.O.V.

“Your muffins don’t have the little sugar cubes on top?” Spider-Woman Canada gasped, the eyelets of her mask widening as she slipped off her fur-hood in surprise.

“Did your Ice Caps at any point taste like peanut butter?” I asked her in turn.

“Um, no?!” She recoiled, hand over her chest. “Lord have mercy, what happened?”

“An American company bought the company and changed the recipes.” I shrugged in defeat before stuffing a Tim-Bit in my mouth.

“I think that sounds pretty tasty.” Hobie grinned over at me.

“Not when your nation is having a peanut allergy problem.” I retorted.

I was hanging out in one of the secluded gymnasiums of the training center with the usual gang. Gwen, and Hobie chilled while Spider-Woman Canada came by to say hi and brought me a little get well gift. A bag full of goodies and signature ice cappuccinos from her dimension’s Tim Horton's.

After Spider-Doc cleared me to walk again, I’ve been visiting HQ a lot more now. Although I have yet to be cleared by Miguel for active duty. There hasn’t been any activity from Earth-1997, by either Harry Osborne, Dr. Octavious, or any of their goons, but Miguel had been playing it safe these last few days. Incredibly safe.

As much as I was happy to be able to see all my spider friends on the regular again, I missed helping them out. I wanted to start going on missions again. I wanted to contribute to protecting the multiverse, Miguel’s glorious purpose.

One day, when Miguel lightens up a bit.

All of us were watching Pavitr as he rehearsed some dance steps as the music played softly from a boombox. I made conversation with Spider-Woman as I watched him, until he fumbled a step and huffed in frustration, stomping his foot. “I mess up on the same step every time!”

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay, Pav,” I reached a hand out, gently reassuring him as I stood up from my spot on the floor and approached him. “Run it by me one more time.”

Earlier today Pav texted me via gizmo that he wanted my help practicing a dance. It had come off as a surprise to me because as much as he enjoys music, I didn’t peg Pav for a dancer. Until he explained why he needed my help.

“I keep coming in too fast on the spin and messing up,” Pav groaned, anxiously running his fingers through his luscious hair. “I’m never going to get this dance right for Gayatri!”

Gayatri was Pavitr’s MJ back in his dimension of Mumbatthan. She was an honors student at their high school, Visions Academy, and was a well known teen model. A ‘classy teenager’ according to Pav’s description of her.

“Easy, Pav, try not to stress too much,” I gently soothed him. “Other than figure out that step, you’re still doing great, fantastic, even!”

“Can’t you just enchant me with your power and make me do the dance perfectly so I don’t embarrass myself?” Pavitr asked, pointing his fingers together like an innocent kid.

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a disappointing glare. “Pavitr!”

“I don’t know what else to do!” Pav slouched, appearing defeated. “The dance is tomorrow after school!”

“Why don’t I try dancing it with you so we can figure it out together?” I suggested.

“Please! I will literally get on my knees and beg if you don’t!” Pav clapped his hands together, pleading desperately.

“Alright, alright, let's take it from the top.” I gently patted his shoulder, ushering him back into starting position. “Gwen?”

“I got’cha.” Gwen reached for the remote of the boombox, restarting the song from the beginning.

“My man, you got this!” Hobie exclaimed, raising an encouraging fist to his young friend.

“Deep breathes,” I nodded in agreement as I glanced over at him.

Pavirtr smiled softly at me as he took a breath and then the music started to play.

[Lyrics: English translation of FLOWER by Jisoo of BLACKPINK]

Fingers snapping along with strong cords of a bass vibrated our bones as we moved.

“Eh-eh-eh-ehEh-eh-eh-eh~”

I moved with the beat, changing poses, and then Pav followed and copied me. I shot him an encouraging grin and then the two of us started to move in sync.

“A-B-C, Do-Re-Mi

I was as nice as that.”

Pav’s movements were so fluid and smooth. Whenever I’d be practicing my powers and sparring with him, I’d learn about his fighting style, a technique that is inspired by Kalaripayattu, an Indian martial art. He had great balance and synergy, all he had to do was practice and apply that same technique to dance.

“That’s it, Pav!” I smiled with strong words of affirmation. “You’re doing great!”

“That view has changed completely perhaps

This is also a side of me~”

Pav showed me some photos of the costumes that they’d be wearing for their stage performance prior to starting our dance practice. I noticed ribbons and cute flower ornaments on their hands and wrists, so I tried suggesting moves that made his body move more gracefully and to move basically with the same flow as the ribbon. Like a flower blowing in the wind.

Our friends cheered and offered their own words of encouragement, Hobie even snapping his fingers to the beat to help Pav stay on tempo.

“I fly away like a blue butterfly

It's all on you, you didn't hold on

Even the times that we were in full bloom

To me were a lie, lie, lie!”

As that last verse ended, our hands descended down with the rhythm of the words. Then when the chorus started to kick in, my footsteps were light as I stepped out of the way, allowing Pav to take center stage. Briefly, we were like ballerinas as we took our places.

“You and I, crimsonly burned down

I'm okay, would you be as well?

On a beautiful day without a single cloud–”

This was where the dance would really kick into high gear. It was also coming up to the part where Pavitr kept fumbling. I glanced over at him, seeing his chest beginning to rise and fall heavily as he took deep breaths to keep himself focused. Then he bowed his head.

“There was nothing left but the scent of a flower~”

We both shot our hands out, our fingers stroking the air left and right as if they were flower petals as our hips swayed to the beat. Then we sidestepped and twirled before reaching out and guided our hands in a delicate pattern as if we were holding and twirling a ribbon. When we made it to twirl again into the next step, I instead twirled out of Pav’s line of sight and knelt to the floor and watched him as he continued the dance by himself.

The young teen looked like he was glowing. He took the steps in stride, and when he did the last spin, he planted his feet on the ground, nailing it as he shot his hands up. There was a bright smile on his face as he registered hitting the move perfectly as Hobie and Gwen cheered him on, Spider-Woman Canada applauding while holding a donut.

Pav struck a pose as the chorus ended and the music faded.

“There was nothing left but the scent of a flower~”

We all cheered him on as the song ended. Pav had a bashful flush on his cheeks as he looked at his friends, and when his gaze fell upon me and realized I wasn’t dancing with him, the flush of his cheeks turned darker. “What are you doing over there?!”

“I was letting you have the spotlight.” I grinned.

For a brief moment, my vision flickered and I felt like I was back in the dance studio back in my dimension. I missed seeing Kasey, Hannah, and the twins, Toya and Touga. I missed dancing with my friends. I hated that I had to fake my injury for another two weeks to appear as a normal person without spider powers and an intense healing factor.

My vision blurred again and suddenly I found myself in the past. I sat in my practice uniform, in one of the practice studios of the idol company I stayed with in Korea. I looked out at the faces of the other aspiring idols and trainees. Some were smiling, others were sizing each other up.

“How would you feel about flying down to Korea for a few days? To see him?”

My mother’s question rattled my mind as I shook my head and I found myself back in the present.

Pavitr laughed softly as he rubbed the back of his neck, that bashful flush still evident on his cheeks. Hobie and Gwen got up from the floor and approached Pav, congratulating him on his practice. I watched them all with a proud smile, and then I suddenly got the urge that we were being watched as I looked over to the archway of the gym.

Miguel stood against the entryway, arms crossed over his chest as he looked on with a ghost of a smile. When his gaze landed on me, the smile brightened ever so slightly. He offered me a wink before pulling away from the arch and disappearing into the hall, most likely heading for his afternoon workout.

I hadn’t really seen him all day, and suddenly had the urge to follow after him as I felt an ache in my chest seeing him leave.

He looked stressed, the wrinkles on his face and along his forehead being more apparent than usual and his eyes looked a little tired. Had he been working more again? I should go check on him.

“Miss Lisa?” Pavitr’s voice snapped me back into reality as he stood before me, offering a hand to help me up. “Would it be alright if we did the dance again but can I record it on my phone? So I can look at it later for practice back home?”

I offered Pav a sweet smile as I took his hand, allowing him to help me up. “Sure thing.”

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

After running laps and lifting weights, Miguel was still feeling tense from his failed attempt at tracking Madame Web. He needed to do something more. So he started doing pull ups on a bar that was connected to a dangling ceiling platform a couple feet from the floor, and when he thought it was too easy, Petra, Cyborg-Spider, helped him tie a chain around his waist and wrapped a tire at the bottom of it.

“No pain, no gain!” Petra cheered with a deep booming voice.

Miguel could feel his body struggle a little as he continued the routine, feeling how the muscles of his arms pulsed, the veins popping. This was exactly what he needed. He got himself into a rhythm, taking it steady to not overwork himself but his eyes flickered from the spot he was focusing on the wall when he detected movement below him.

Before it was Cyborg-Spider and Jess watching him and his heart hammered when he took in Lisa’s figure as she approached them.

“Hey,” She offered the duo a friendly wave. “Busy today are we?”

“Boss man is really ‘pumping the metal’ as they say.” Petra beamed proudly, even going so far as to saluting Miguel. “It is inspirational!”

“Inspirational is certainly a word to describe it.” Jessica grinned as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“How long has he been at this for?” Lisa asked her.

“Up there? Just about 10 minutes.” Jess nodded. “He refuses to come down unless he’s drenched in sweat.”

“I’ll come down eventually!” Miguel groaned in a partial teasing and annoyed manner as he did another pull up.

“Old habits die hard it seems.” Jess shot a glance over to Lisa, rolling her eyes as she stepped away.

“Do you want to take a break?” Lisa called out to Miguel as she turned to look up and face him.

Take a break?

Take a break from the work out, or take a break from finding Madame Web?

“In a minute,” Miguel huffed, taking in a breath as he spared a quick glance down at her. “I’m barely breaking a sweat yet.”

“What did I say about you taking care of yourself?” Lisa gently reminded him.

Shock, I’m in for it now.

Lisa uses her web sling to yank herself up to the bar, grabbing hold of it facing Miguel whose face reeled back in surprise. “Dios mio, Lisa, what the shock are you doing?!” - My god

“You said this wasn’t challenging enough. So I’ll help you make it challenging for you.” Lisa grinned, her mind reeling as Miguel could see the gears turning in her head as she thought of a plan.

“What are you— Oy!” Miguel looked upon Lisa, stunned as she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, securing her grip on him by wrapping her arms around his shoulders for support.

His face blushed a light shade of pink at the sudden contact. Feeling her warmth clash of the heat that radiated from his body, feeling the way she clung to him. The icing on the cake was her faint smile and the tightness of her legs around his waist.

There’s a pulse of warmth in his lower body as Miguel quickly blocks out the ungentlemanly thought that was creeping into his mind.

“Go on, do a pull up.” She encouraged with a side tilt of her head.

Miguel narrowed his eyes curiously at Lisa before his muscles bulged as he did a pull up. With Lisa’s combined body weight along with the tire and metal chain, it did add more weight for Miguel to work with, but he was still able to relatively do a pull up with ease. His head pulled up above the bar and Lisa’s head followed suit on the opposite end. “Satisfied?”

Without saying another word, Lisa leaned forward and pecked Miguel’s lips with a soft and sweet kiss. His cheeks flushed and for a second his grip on the bar wobbled. Lisa’s lips curled into a smile. “Every time you do a pull up, I’ll reward you with a little treat.”

Oh shock, karma, the universe, whatever deity is listening to me, what did I do to deserve her?

Miguel’s face morphed into an eager and playful expression as his gaze sparkled, a cocky grin on his lips. “Game on.”

They were up there for over half an hour before Miguel finally came down. He kept Lisa secured with one hand, while he freed himself from the chain with the other. His lips tingle and more puffed than usual with a playful smile as he looked down at Lisa.

“You cheeky little minx.” Miguel pecked her lips again.

“Feeling better now?” Lisa asked him as she adjusted herself slightly, straightening her back. “You seemed a little stressed?”

“Much better, in fact,” Miguel’s smile turned as his other arm wrapped around her to hold her closer to him. “I’m gonna keep you right here with me while I finish the rest of my work.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, gasping a little. “Miguel, you’re not seriously–”

“Yep!” Miguel is already on the move as Lisa squeals in surprise, her grip tightening around her.

“Miguel O’Hara, put me down!” She laughs softly.

“In due time, mi Mona Lisa.” Miguel smirks as he carries Lisa out of the training center, not even bothered by the looks of the other spiders watching the spectacle as Lisa hides her flushed, embarrassed face into his neck.

A welcomed distraction.

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