Miguel has been serving the city as the one and only spiderman for decades now. Not one criminal had ever escaped his clutches. So he couldn’t be blamed for getting absolutely stumped and frustrated with how easily you got away from him. He never even laid a hand on you, not even a slight touch when you suddenly disappeared right beside him.

This time though..he wouldn’t let you escape. You had finished killing a certain and powerful mafia man, how you did it? Well that was beyond him. Everything you did was preposterous and so mysterious. He never understood how you got away with what you did, killing, stealing, arson, and even more. Ever since the police had got in touch with him to so to speak, capture you, he was always simply..impressed. Which it was a year since the police had asked for his assistance. A year was the longest he had gone chasing someone and he hated it.

His office was a mess, a board on the wall trying to see if you had connections, any allies who would rat you out, all the killings you did and if you had a specific reason. Which you did. So when he got an alert that you were spotted, bloody and running he immediately swung out of his window on his webs and ran across rooftops. Everyone would say he was crazy for still chasing you, why he couldn’t let it go and face the other problems and more easier but dangerous criminals was something he couldn’t ever explain.

Swinging on one of the rooftops he abruptly stopped, almost falling when he saw you in the alleyway, frantically typing on your laptop that was sat up on a dumpster. He dropped down and looked at you through his mask. It was a dead end, no way you could escape right?

“No more escaping chica/chico.” he grumbled, subtly stepping closer. Deep down, seeing you in full frame, in front of him, bloody and with your guard down, stirred something inside of him.