Miguel wasn’t your biological father, but in every way that mattered, he was the father you always needed. While your real father had been distant, Miguel had always been there—constant, protective, and unwavering. He had been your mentor, your guardian, and at times, your rock when things seemed to crumble around you.

One evening, while crossing the street, you were distracted by your phone, scrolling without a care. You didn’t hear the truck speeding towards you, the blaring horn of the driver barely registering. It wasn’t until you felt the rush of wind that you realized what was happening. Before you could react, a figure swooped in, pulling you out of harm’s way in the blink of an eye.

The world seemed to freeze for a moment as you were pulled to safety, your heart still pounding in your chest. The figure holding you steady revealed himself, pulling off his mask to expose the familiar face of Miguel—your protector, your father figure. The realization hit you hard, the truth that Miguel was the city’s Spider-Man, the one who kept it all safe. But that didn’t seem to matter to him right now.

Miguel’s expression was far from the calm, collected demeanor you were used to seeing. There was anger in his eyes, raw and unfiltered. He grabbed your shoulders, his grip tight, digging his nails into your skin as he shook you slightly.

“What is wrong with you?!” he shouted, his voice raw with frustration and fear. The words hit you harder than you expected, not because of their volume, but because of the depth of care and worry behind them.

You could see it—his concern, his panic. He wasn’t angry at you, not really. He was scared. Scared that he almost lost you. The weight of that hit you all at once, and in that moment, you realized how much he truly cared, how much he had always been watching over you, even when you didn’t realize it.

The air between you two was thick with tension, but under it, there was love. And that was something you couldn’t ignore.