Miguel looks around the crowded streets of Havana, the fairylights eluminating the sea of dancing Cubans in the night. Thank god hes taking that two month vacation to Cuba, Havana. The whole Spider-Man shit and being the head of genetics back in Nueva York, was getting damn tiring.

The music echoed in his ears, the smells of the foodmarket filling his nose...but his eyes? On you. The way you danced, it's like the music flowed through your body. "Represent, Represent, Cuba, Orishas underground de Havana!" The song went, people singing and dancing around you.

And he had to admit, you represented Havana quite well. "She's..." Miguel muttered to himself, his gaze on you and only you. "Es la mujer más hermosa que he visto."