Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
"Fuck!" Miguel growled jumping from building to building. "Lyla! Show me his coordinates!"
"20 from the beacon." She answers
"What about me?!" He asks in desperation.
"25...from the beacon...sir."
"Damn it!"
"Miguel! Slow down!" Peter B. Shouted into the intercom. "Look! It's an accident, nobody knew he was tracking you, on a holiday of all times!"
But the truth is he should've known, Miguel spent an entire year and half apart from me, he was doing so well up until yesterday night...all because he stopped to talk to me.
"Peter what is your eta?!" Miguel calls
"I'm 30 minutes. I told you putting up this force field was a bad idea"
Miguel verbally groans out as he continues running and finally making it into Brooklyn. He had fixed the magnetic boundaries of this universe purposely, now he's regretting talking himself into changing the polarities. Anyone who jumps to this universe would get phased on the outskirts of New York.
It was a safety precaution, at-least to give me time to escape. If anything was to go wrong and right now...everything is going completely wrong.
"She didn't pick up" Margo radios back to him.
"If there is any time i need her..." he lets out. Frustration littered his tone. "Ni siquiera está aquí y ya me subió la presión arterial (she's not even here! and I already raised my blood pressure)"
"You need to warn them." Jessica advises as he turns the corner sharply, almost slamming into a bystander. "Miguel."
"He's 5 minutes from the beacon" Lyla says.
He had no choice, so Miguel pivots toward the funeral home, grabbing clothes from a local street vendor, on the way. He gets into a pair of sweat pants and a black zip up jacket, pulling the hoodie over his head before he turns off his mask.
Once entering the ground, all the noise seem to stop and the sullen mood dips in. This was still a grim day, after all. Maroon eyes scan the vicinity, he walks around the outer perimeter seeing the many somber faces. Weeping tears and hugs.
Yet, the relief he feels seeing me standing there, could've made his heart stop. Lesson learned, don't get hit by a car while attempting to catch a bad guy on New Year's Eve; Or at least have enough self control to not talk to a random stranger that he's been in love with for way too long.
"She's here." Miguel sighs. She's ok, he thinks. Well...she's alive.
I'm not really ok.
For a moment, all Miguel does is just stare at me, my hair slicked back yet those loose strands still fell out of my pony tail. I was dressed in a chunky sweater, tucking the ends into a dark pencil skirt that Miguel's bought for me. He wonders if I knew that. Dark panty hoses and dark boots that matched those dark puffy eye-bags only proving that I haven't been sleeping.
I looked...exhausted and he fights back the urge to go and fix it.
"Hey hot stuff, i just wanted to notify you that his heat signature is now being detected in universe 4890." Lyla informs Miguel breaking out of his trance.
"Notify that universe's spider man tell them that I'm on...my.."
"Miguel?"
Fuck. He didn't need to turn his head to know who it was. Today cannot get any worse for him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" The man asked in a threatening tone. There is a slight pause as this is the last person Miguel wanted to deal with right now.
"Don't worry. I'm leaving," Miguel says keeping his hood on, as he texts Peter to meet him in the next universe.
He begins to stroll off not wanting to be seen by anymore people as the man grabs his shoulders. Miguel was already in a bad mood but this just sent him over the edge.
"You want a broken arm Alex?" He calmly warns "if not, I suggest you step out of my proximity."
"You swore you wouldn't come back"
"Yeah well, guess I liked you too much"
"Bullshit"
"What do you think?! I had a job, smartass"
"A job? Our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man couldn't handle it? It had to be you?"
"I don't know...why didn't you handle it then?" Miguel barked back
"You're not my boss. I don't need to notify you everytime I get an alert,"
"Nah, you're too busy being a normal guy right? How's that working for you?"
"Rather that, than some abusive..."
And even the usher of our relationship makes Miguel grab onto Alex's neck.
"Oops, sorry, those abusive reflexes, you know?" he replied sarcastically, the last thing he wanted to hear about right now is some outsider judging what we had like Alex knew everything. (And even if he did, he had no right. Miguel was already out of the picture, he refuses to give up the last thing he had left, memories. He won't allow those memories to be tainted.) "Now as much as I would love to stay and reminisce about the past I actually have hero shit to do."
"You're not a hero" Alex spat back "you're just some low life who constantly torments an innocent..."
"I just got thrown off of the Empire State Building by a Jackel. A Jackel Alex...All because you called out and needed to attend a funeral, and don't even get me started about yesterday, I got hit by a drunk driver just trying to leave your god awful universe."
"What? Do you want an award?" He spat and for a moment Miguel contemplated whether if he'll go to hell for putting Alex in the ground with my father.
"Actually yeah," Miguel says walking off "When you clock in at work make sure to stop by and drop off my hero medal." Hands slide into his tourist-y sweat pants as he strides toward the front entrance only to slam into his worst nightmare. Me.
And maybe if I wasn't so dazed and lack of sleep I would've realized I walked into Miguel's path.
"Sorry I wasn't..." I say glancing from the floor up to look into those maroon eyes. He loses all logic right then and there. "Wait? Aren't..."
"There you are, honey!" My sister says, coiling herself around Miguel's bicep. The touch makes him want to ascend to the depths of hell.
"Oh? Grace?"
"For a moment I didn't think you were going to show up at all" she giggles, attempting to kiss him but Miguel shifts his head ever so slightly, placing his mouth right by her ear.
"What...do you...think you're doing" he seethes in a low breath.
"Saving you, of course." She responded before voicing loudly. "Thank you for coming in my time of need, honestly I don't know what I'd do without you"
"Oh you're seeing each other?" I say confusion on my face.
"Yes!" She said almost in a triumphant tone "No." he responded quicker.
I wasn't close to Grace so in my mind it wasn't like she couldn't have a dated him.
"On and off" she corrected and I think back to last night when he did say he had broken up with his ex.
"Um, ok. Whatever." I said shaking it off.
They were acting weird all three of them but I'm also at my father's wake so I didn't feel like adding more stress to my already throbbing headache. I think I'm more annoyed that she decides to turn this event into a way of fixing her toxic relationship.
Maybe I'm just bitter,
Maybe I just hate her,
But anyone who dates Graces must be the same as her,
A privileged asshole.
"Alex can I talk to you for a second?" I asked trying not to fall apart, infront of Grace, of all people. "It's um...level 5"
Even Miguel knew that what that meant. When I was a child, my mother was in and out of the system. There was bad stuff always happening to us...so she started to categorize the problems into levels. She even did that for my emotions. It made it easier to deal with certain things first when others could be put on the back burner.
"Uh yeah" Alex said, taking off his suit jacket and throwing it over my shoulders as we leads me out and into the large parking lot.
Nothing prepared Miguel for today, but nothing prepared him to know where I stood with Alex. Something was wrong, something felt very wrong.
"What the hell is going on" Miguel asked Grace who just looks up at him.
"Oh? Alex didn't tell you?" She says flipping her hair. "God you've been gone for so long I keep forgetting you've missed a few chapters"
"Grace." He says in a more stern tone. "The last time I was here..."
Miguel can hear the sound of me crying as the level 5 stress gets the better of me.
"Shhh, it's ok. I know it hurts" Alex says kissing my forehead. "It's ok. I'm here."
"You can't tell?" Grace purses folding her arms behind her back. "Alex is her boyfriend."
"Are you gonna be ok for tonight?" Alex asks over my phone speakers, as I slump down into his sofa.
"I think I can handle sleeping, Spider-Man" I tease but honestly I wish he was here. "Shoot!"
"What happened?" He asks
"I spilled your wine" I muttered the cold deep red liquid seeps into my thin white tang top and of today wasn't bad enough now the only set of pajamas that I brought over to Alex's place is ruin.
"Blaire...you shouldn't even be drinking..." Alex lectured
"Can you please not do this right now," I whined
"I'm just saying you have your interview with Alchemax tomorrow and you know you can't always ..." He continued on. I hated when he treated me like I was a kid. Then the sound of a glass breaks and I turn my head down the hall...toward the bathroom.
"I think someone's here"