Reflections – Miguel O' Hara Fanfiction

Background: Isabelle isn't supposed to be Spiderwoman. Her entire life changed one night as a teen when she is attacked and Spiderman saves her, risking his own life. Before he dies, he gives her the bite which passes on his abilities to her. Three years later, she runs into a different, older version of the Spiderman she knew, and he absolutely hates her.

Miguel gets stressed out at the thought of the anomaly from E – 1300655506 who shouldn't be Spiderwoman at all. When he is forced to bring her back to HQ after a fight in her universe, everything changes when she is unmasked.

Author notes: After watching Across the Spiderverse, I've been itching to read a fanfiction about Miguel but there aren't many yet so I decided to write one. haven't made the tags yet for it. Also, this story is FANFICTION, so it doesn't follow any specific timeline or whatever and is completely made up. Anyone has a problem with it can kiss my arse and leave. Enjoy 😊

Warning: Assault and violence

CHAPTER 1 – THE BEGINNING

My name is Isabelle, and I'm the one and only Spiderwoman.

I wasn't always this way. Three years ago, I was a seventeen-year-old girl who was stupid enough to believe she could walk along the streets by herself in the middle of the night. I had been beyond stressed and frustrated at my foster parents for the way they had treated me and the other kids, so I had run away in a fit of rebellion.

It had been a cold and wet night, my hoodie pulled over my face to protect myself from the rain. I hadn't heard or seen the men following behind me. They'd pulled me into a dark alley. I wasn't the kind of girl to shrink back and make myself seem small to hope they'd leave me alone. I fought.

I fought so hard for my innocence. For my life.

Just when I thought I was going to die, Spiderman had swooped in to save the day.

Or more like he'd clawed his way.

Spiderman had been around for a few years and had struck fear into the hearts of criminals. He was a scary looking dude; body covered in a red/blue suit, tall with lean muscle, claws instead of nails and rumoured to have vampire teeth. The crime rate had gone down immensely. But of course, you still get stupid idiots running around.

I'm not going to describe exactly what Spiderman had done to those men.

I remember I had sunk down to the ground and held my legs close to my chest. My fingertips had been coated in their blood from scratching and fighting. Any bravado I'd had was gone. I was nothing.

When Spiderman finished with the men, he had slowly and gently approached me as if I was a scared animal. Each time he'd gotten closer, I had pushed my small bloody body closer to the wall.

"It's okay now," he whispered, slowly crouching down and holding his hands up as if in surrender. "I won't hurt you. You're safe."

My eyes had locked onto his. His figure was distorted from my crying vision. He hand had slowly begun reaching out to mine with no claws and I had slowly reached out for him….

A gun shot went off. Then another. And another.

I screamed.

Spiderman stiffened then collapsed.

One of the men that had attacked me dropped the gun before dying from his ripped-up chest.

"No," I gasped, reaching out for Spiderman's lifeless body. I'd crawled to his body and my hand hovered over the bleeding wounds from his chest. "Oh my god," I cried.

My fingertips ghosted over his face, feeling the material of the suit. "Spiderman? Oh god, please!" I cried. I'd gently pulled him up onto my lap and cradled his head against my chest. My thumb rubbed over his cheek. "You saved my life," I croaked. "Please don't die. The world needs you!"

I sobbed. "It doesn't need me." And I truly believed that. "Let's swap! Please, I-"

Spiderman coughed and opened his mouth. I'd sat there frozen, staring back at him while his teeth sharpened and dripped with venom. I wasn't given the chance to scream before he'd lunged forward, sinking his teeth into my wrist.

Police sirens blazed.

"It's up to you now," Spiderman whispered. "Go."

When I had said 'let's swap', that wasn't what I'd meant. Can't take it back now though.

It's been two years since the death of Spiderman and the birth of Spiderwoman. It didn't take long for the public to realise that Spiderman wasn't actually a man anymore, but a woman. It sparked rumours; people debating whether I was transgender, or if Spiderman had retired and given his spunky sidekick the job or if he'd died and I'd replaced him. People didn't want to believe that their hero was dead though. The police also refused to give out a statement about what happened that night.

Not even I knew if they'd discovered his body and therefore, his identity.

Life carried on. It took me a few months to finally accept that I was now the masked hero. It was some big shoes to fill, and these abilities were fucking crazy. The first time my nails had stretched out into claws and my teeth extending into fangs had been pure agony. I'd cursed Spiderman multiple times in my head. Then the super strength and hearing developed. It had been so overwhelming.

I didn't want to believe that I was the new hero. Spiderman had just chosen a random girl he saved to be the next one. It was crazy. I couldn't do it. So, I'd kept my new abilities a secret and when I turned eighteen, I got a job and moved into my own small apartment. It was better to pretend that night hadn't happened, and I could have a normal life. All the news covered for a month was wondering where Spiderman was and why he wasn't stopping crime anymore.

More criminals emerged and the next big villain appeared.

A doctor had turned himself into a fucking lizard.

I made myself a suit and donned the spider mask. I nearly lost my life stopping the lizard and earned myself a nice scar that ran down the left side of my face, but I'd done it. Once I started, I couldn't stop. Every and any criminal or villain that appeared, I fought and stopped them. 'It's up to you now' he'd said. I made myself a promise that I wouldn't disappoint his memory.

"You didn't have a lot of options, but you chose me. And I swear that I won't let you down. I'll carry on your legacy and thank you every day for saving my life. I don't know who you are or how the hell you did this, but I guess it's time to take a leap of faith…".

I became Spiderwoman.

"We need to get you a boyfriend."

"No."

"Yes."

I groaned and stuffed my mouth with more pasta. I knew I'd regret coming out to have lunch with my friend, Gwen, but she said I had to go out for my twentieth birthday and stop being a loner. Her words, not mine. My eyes were struggling to stay open as I'd spent majority of the night stopping bank robbers.

"I can't Gwen," I sigh, twisting more pasta around my fork. "I'm just too busy."

Gwen huffed and pointed her fork at me. "You haven't even had your first kiss yet!"

That was spoken a bit loudly and I couldn't control the embarrassed squeak that came out of me. I blushed and slumped further into my chair to try and hide myself. Gosh, I'm twenty and haven't had my first kiss yet or gone on a date or done anything. It's so embarrassing.

"Look, how about you come on a double date with me, Peter and his friend, Harry?" Gwen insisted. "He's cute, I think you'd like him AND he's kinda insanely rich," she giggled.

I know who she's talking about. Harry Osborne. Insanely rich and famous. And attractive. I've stopped countless criminals from breaking into his father's company and he's thrown me a 'thank you' ceremony with flowers. Uh, not for me me, but Spiderwoman me. Harry's been flirtatious towards Spiderwoman which is easy to avoid by just jumping away. I'm not good when it comes to men flirting with me. I get too uncomfortable and nervous easily.

If I meet Harry as Isabelle, I won't be able to just get up and run. And what if he doesn't even like me or find me pretty? Ninety-nine percent of the time, I look like arse because I've just finished fighting a villain and the scar running down my left cheek doesn't help either. People like to stare at it which is why I also hate being out in public. Gwen tries to drag me out anyway for exposure therapy, as she calls it, which doesn't help much but I don't have the heart to tell her.

There's no way I can convince her otherwise though. "Okay fine" I relent. "I'll go on one stupid little double date with you guys, but then you HAVE to leave me alone after. Okay?"

She squealed and jumped out of the chair to hug me. "Yes, yes, yes, I know, amazing, good grief," I mutter to myself while she squeezes the life out of me.

Later that night while I'm walking home, it starts raining.

"Great, just great," I growl under my breath. I use my hand to try to prevent the rain from getting into my eyes and begin to run home. The rain pours harder, and the wind starts howling, reminding me of the night I nearly died but Spiderman took my place. The thought makes me pause for a second. I haven't thought about Spiderman for a while, which is ironic considering everything I do is what he used to do. I'd grown comfortable in his shoes. It makes me feel slightly ashamed.

Before I know what I'm doing, I'm walking to the same alley where everything happened. It doesn't take me long to get there and I pause at the entrance. The seventeen-year-old girl in me flinches and expects a bunch of creepy men to lash out and grab me. But I'm the weapon now. Sleezy men can't hurt me anymore. I take a couple of extra steps into the alley and quickly see the spot where my teenage person had huddled in fear, and further down is where Spiderman had slashed the perverts.

Now I'm standing where he died. I close my eyes and remember the way he'd gently approached my crouched form. I remember the way he'd held his hand out to me. I remember the brief surprise on his masked face when the bullet pierced his skin. He hadn't sensed it coming. He'd been focused on me. It was all my fault. My eyes snap open and my hand shakily covers my mouth as I sink to the floor. How dare I forget the true hero.

"I'm so sorry," I sob quietly.

BANG!

My body instantly forms the classic defensive Spiderwoman crouch. Further down the alley, red lights start forming a circle above the ground, twirling around and around. Quickly, I yank my jumper and pants off to reveal the Spiderwoman suit. The design is simple with majority of the suit black to help better blend in at night with a red spider on my chest. I throw my clothes away and pull the mask over my face, continuing to watch the…. Whatever it is.

I quickly dart to the side just as something sails through the lights where I was just standing. A giant lizard gets up and roars in the direction of the portal. I panic, "Oh, you have got to be kidd-"

It's head snaps in my direction. "Oh shit!" I jump up as the lizard lunges at me, jaws open. Its tail swishes up to try and catch me off guard but I extend my nails into talons that latch onto it. When I land, I swing my arms around and throw the lizard away from me to create more distance. My heart is pounding, and I have no idea how the lizard is alive when I know it died. The scar on my face burns with the memory of its claws running down my cheek, slicing it open.

The lizard steps towards me before pausing, cocking its head to the side. "You were not the Spiderman I was fighting," it growled.

I blink with confusion and take a quick look around me. "Uhh, first off, I'm a woman. Second, I'm the only spider person here so-"

"I think he was talking about me."

I freeze. That voice…

It's okay now, I won't hurt you.

That voice sounds the same as… but no it can't be possible. They aren't exactly the same. Spiderman's voice wasn't as deep as the voice that just spoke to me, but it was virtually the same. More tingles run down my spine and my spidey senses are going haywire. I gasp and grip my head, shaking it slightly. My senses are telling me what my head is telling me isn't possible. I slowly turn in the direction of the voice, my eyes trailing up the alley wall to find him already staring down intently at me. My heart stops.

It's up to you now.

"… Spiderman?"