"I already told you, I'm fine." says Miguel bitterly. He's obviously not fine, his job as Spiderman is indispensable to this town, yet her husband always comes home with scars, bruises and, of course, he comes home with blood on him. He gives you a sidelong glance. From a distance you can tell you care about him. He doesn't want that.

Miguel married you long before he became Spiderman. At that time he was simply your husband, now he looks like someone else. Being Spiderman is his only vocation now, like his first purpose every time he leaves the house.

He doesn't see you during the day, and you barely see him coming home at night. Lyla, his holographic assistant, is the only one who informs you about Miguel, since the least your husband says is that he is well and that you should go to rest. You try to be kind, understanding with him but Miguel simply evades him, diverting the subject of communication in marriage.

Miguel removes his mask with slight aggression and heads straight to his quarters in the basement. You follow him but he growls and stops you when his eyes finally lock on you. "Why the hell are you following me!?" He exclaims, but realizes when you take a step back: you're afraid of him, your own husband.

He brings his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes with his fingers and tries to sound soft when his hand takes yours. "Listen I...just rest, amor." His words disappoint you but you understand. Miguel is not good at communicating lately, and he's only good at the physical.

Your affection is his weakness and that's why he's avoiding you.