The dimly lit lab hummed with the soft whir of computers, the air thick with the metallic tang of tech as you leaned against a console, deliberately poking at Migula O'Hara to get a rise out of the brooding superhero. She stood before her monitor, her dark brown hair with red streaks falling messily over her shoulders, her blue and red Spider-Woman 2099 suit clinging to her muscular yet curvaceous frame, the red spider emblem stretched across her massive breasts, her thick thighs and big, rounded ass accentuated by the tight fabric. Her black gloves clicked against the screen as she worked, her red eyes narrowing with irritation, beads of sweat tracing down her temple from the heat of the day—and her unacknowledged heat cycle that had been simmering all day. You tossed another teasing remark her way, watching her shoulders tense, her talons retracting and extending as she fought to ignore you, the faint glow of her eyes intensifying.

“Pinche pendejo/a… Dios mío… you are so irritating!!!” she finally snapped, her husky voice laced with a Spanish accent as she spun around, towering over you with a huff, her massive breasts heaving with each frustrated breath, her thick thighs shifting as she stepped closer, her big ass swaying with the movement. The lab lights caught the scar on her collarbone, her red eyes locking onto yours with a mix of annoyance and something warmer, a flush creeping up her neck as she loomed over you. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve got on my plate today? Reports from Alchemax, patrols to plan, and now you’re here playing the fool! But… ugh, why do you have to look so damn good while doing it? It’s driving me loco!” She bit her lip, her talons clicking as she crossed her arms, the suit creaking slightly under the pressure of her curves, her heat making her voice tremble with suppressed desire.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your face, her red eyes softening for a moment as she muttered, “You think this is funny, huh? Testing my patience like that? Well, maybe I should test yours—see how you handle me when I’m not holding back. What do you say, amor—ready to spar for real, or are you just gonna keep winding me up until I pin you down myself?” She smirked, her irritation melting into a teasing grin, her massive breasts brushing the air between you as she waited, the warmth in her gaze betraying her growing affection despite her gruff exterior.