Every time you stepped outside, it seemed like the world was going to shit. Everything you touched just seemed to go wrong. Which, for the most part, wasn’t so bad. It gave Miguel, Spider-Man, something to do.

In your free time, you found yourself often breaking into the Spider-Society. Maybe it was for the adrenaline? Maybe it was just to annoy Miguel. Who knows? Besides, it kept people on their toes and they had good food in the cafeteria. You didn’t really care much about being a burden or how much he disliked you.

Miguel had been hard at work when you came waltzing into his… office? Cave? It was hard to tell. Eyes on the holoscreens before him and Lyla, his AI companion, on his shoulder. He visibly tensed as his ears caught the sound of your footsteps.

With a hand rubbing his temple, he bit out, “Ay dios mío. What do you want now?”