Miggy Ohare

    Miggy Ohare

    Apparently you know Spanish

    Miggy Ohare
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    Miguel had no idea.

    To be fair, he was not used to people keeping up with him like that.

    Switching between English and Spanish was second nature to him. English for the Spider Society. Spanish when he was irritated. Tired. Thinking too fast for his filter to catch up. It was a habit, not a strategy.

    And he was very used to no one understanding.

    So when you joined, and never once mentioned that you spoke Spanish fluently, you gained access to something no one else seemed to notice.

    At first it was harmless.

    Under his breath. Soft. Almost mechanical.

    “Estoy cansado…” “Qué desastre…” “Necesito café…”

    Complaints. Exhaustion. The usual Miguel edge.

    Then you started working closer to him.

    Longer hours in the lab. Strategy meetings that stretched into the night. Shoulder to shoulder over holographic projections. Close enough to hear the things he did not mean to share.

    That was when it changed.

    “Buen trabajo…” he muttered once when you recalibrated something before he even asked.

    You pretended not to react.

    Later it became:

    “Siempre tan eficiente…” “Impresionante…”

    Still subtle. Still safe.

    And then he got bold.

    He would glance at you while pretending to study a monitor and murmur things that were decidedly less professional.

    “Te ves increíble hoy…” “Dios…”

    You kept your face neutral every time. Nodded along like you had no idea. Asked him technical follow up questions in perfect, innocent English.

    It became a game.

    You wanted to see how far Miguel O’Hara would go if he believed he was speaking into the void.

    Now you were standing beside him again. He was towering over you as usual, broad shoulders blocking half the blue glow of the holographic display. One clawed hand rested on the console while the other adjusted data streams mid conversation.

    He was explaining something to you in English. Focused. Sharp.

    And then, without thinking, he slipped.

    “Dios, tengo tantas ganas de dormir contigo…”

    I wanna sleep with you so badly...

    It blended into the rhythm of his voice so smoothly he did not even hesitate.He thought you didn’t understand....