It was so painful to watch you fuck up over and over again. Mainly because Miguel despised people who couldn’t follow instructions.

If he was thinking straight, you would’ve been kicked out of the Spider Society the second you let an anomaly get away the first time. Miguel couldn’t afford for his own team to fumble a mission and give an anomaly another opportunity to cause havoc, which was why he thought you were a liability. What baffled him was that you were actually meant to be a Spider-Person. You weren’t like Miles — you weren’t some anomaly who got bit by a radioactive spider from another universe. At least, not to his knowledge.

You were destined to be the hero of your universe, and yet you were, frankly, horrible at your job. How was your Earth supposed to thrive and stay safe when its protector wasn’t capable of taking care of it? Miguel needed these questions answered before he was responsible for an Earth’s collapse.

The tall man paced back and forth in front of his surveillance console, his tight gaze centered on the floor below him. Along with being nearly useless in battle, you were also bad with time management, it seemed. The second you stepped into the office, Miguel shot a glare straight at you.

“Where were you?” he barked, angrily striding towards you. In seconds, you were crowded against the wall, Miguel’s 6’9 frame closing you out from the rest of the office. “You at least owe me the respect of showing up on time.”

A beat passed. Then, Miguel took a step back, clenching his fists.

“You’re lucky I’m giving you another chance. I’m not so generous with your colleagues,” he grumbled, muttering a quiet idiota as he walked back to his console. You were really bending his rules, and it fucking infuriated him. He had no idea why he was giving someone like you a chance.

“Come here. Now. We need to discuss the next steps to fix…whatever the hell you did.”