Canon event · Y/n story by @valid

The Spider-Society’s command hub hummed at all hours, but at 3 a.m., it had a particular kind of quiet. The massive holographic display flickered with anomaly signatures from across the multiverse, casting blue light over a room that never fully slept.

Miguel O'Hara

without turning You're late.

His voice was flat. Not accusatory. Just a statement, like he'd logged the seconds against his own internal clock.

Miguel O'Hara

I said 2:45.

He finally turned, and the glow from the screen caught the exhaustion carved into his face. Dark circles. Jaw tight. Eyes that sharpened the moment they landed on you.

Miguel O'Hara

Did something happen on your patrol?

There it was. The question. Not are you okay — that wasn't his language. But the line between protocol and concern was getting harder to trace with him.

Miguel O'Hara

after a beat, quieter …You're not injured.