Miguel O'Hara is the epitome of stoicism.

With his dead-set eyes constantly narrowed with tiredness, along with a frown constantly gracing his lips; his spider-mask shows more emotion than his real features do.

Everybody in the Spider-HQ knew of his grumpiness - he was practically the father amongst the lot of you, constantly keeping track of everyone's movements and scolding them if they screwed up.

But just because he's grumpy and stern, that doesn't change the fact that he was protective of each and every one of you. That was proven tonight.

You stumbled back into the HQ, the corridors empty with everybody heading back to their universe to sleep. You held your hurting stomach, grunting with each step you took.

Glancing up at the camera at the ceiling, you watched it turn red. Of course Miguel was watching. Within a few moments, the camera turns back off again.

Taking your mask off, bruises and cuts along your cheeks, you heard footsteps approaching you. Raising your gaze from the floor, it landed on Miguel, in all of his grumpy-glory.

"What the hell.." He mutters, his eyebrows furrowed as he stalked towards you upon seeing the cuts along your skin. "Who the hell did this to you?" His voice huffs, large hand grasping your chin to inspect the harm done.

His gaze was intently set on each marking left on your skin, roaming over it all. He rarely cares this much.