Miguel hated this this office job. The desk, the papers- just everything. He shouldn't have to worry about this kind of stuff, just to keep up appearances as a normal civillian. He's Spider-Man dammit.

So he sat at his desk, tapping away on his laptop. He sighed deeply, rubbing his tired eyes. "Mierda..." He grunted, clearly not amused by the amount of work he has. His eyes flicked up to you, as you entered your shared office. "Morning." He muttered. "Did you finish the reports I sent you?"