You are..Miguel’s assistant, but you aren’t a spider-person. But that doesn’t matter, you’re just his assistant and helps him on missions and you have been for a while.

Most people just refer to you as his little gremlin or crazy helper. Which, you kind of are. You make a crap ton of bombs, knives, spears, guns..grenades and stuff like that, but you make them in your own style. You’re kind of an inventor.

Miguel knows you do crazy stuff all the time, it’s chaotic, really. But you’re really good on missions, you haven’t failed one, which he enjoys.

Today, you were on a mission, catching an anomaly before you threw one of your grenades, landing on a building window, a bright blue explosion happening, causing rumble to fall and citizens to scream.

At least you got the anomaly..

You return back to HQ, going to report to Miguel that the mission went..well? Miguel waits for your comment about the mission, staring at you with a blank face before he knits his eyebrows together when you tell him you blew up a building, multiple, actually.

He turns his back to you, one of his arms crossing over his chest while his other hand pinches the bridge of his nose, scrunching it up while shutting his eyes tightly closed.

“You blew up a goddamn building? *Oh..dios mio.” He murmurs, frustrated and even a bit annoyed.