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Morales y Flores

a/n: this is more angst between miguel and flor ermm sorry..

words : 4.3 i kinda went crazy

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Miles ran through the corridors of Spider-Society, narrowly dodging the Spiders chasing after him. He thwipped from corridor to corridor, until he found a secluded area, where he hid out. Miles leaned against the wall, taking off his mask to breathe better. Once his eyes adjusted, he noticed the area had…posters? Band posters? Confused, he looked around, noticing it looked like a room, a bed, a closet, and one hell of a mess.

“What the…” He whispered as he began to look around the room. Something in the corner shifted. Miles spun around and squinted his eyes in the dark room. His spidey senses were going off like crazy, but he couldn’t pinpoint where the threat was coming from. He leaned back against the wall, camouflaging. Something shifted again. This time that something was in front of him. Flor hung upside down, staring at Miles. Her eyes were narrow and her jaw clenched shut. “Oh what the? Look, I don’t want any trouble-” Flor jumped down onto the floor. She was shorter than Miles, but she stared at him. “Are…you going to keep staring at me like that?”

Flor blinked and tilted her head, studying Miles. She raised her wrist, bringing the watch close to her mouth. Miles’ eyes widened. “Wait! Wait please, hear me out. You gotta understand me. Please.” Miles pleaded, and Flor stopped. She looked at him, silently telling him to continue. “You don’t understand, Miguel, he’s- he’s crazy! I don’t know why I have to follow that stupid canon.” As Miles rambled on, Flor only listened, watching him. “Miguel is crazy. I’ll give you that.” Flor finally said. “Thank you, finally someone who knows some common sense!” Miles sighed, rubbing his temples. “But he’s right.” Miles turned to face Flor. His face was a mix of confusion and mistrust. “What’s your name?” She asked, moving her wrist down, to show no threat.

“Miles…Miles Morales.” He held his hand out for her to shake. Flor shook his hand. “Flor Flores.” “You’re latine?” Flor nodded.

“I thought it was pretty obvious…” She chuckled, pointing at the Mexican flag displayed in her room. “Oh I didn’t even see that. You’re Mexican?” “Mexican-American, but yes essentially I am Mexican.” “I’m Puerto Riccan. Man, I am so glad to see another latino here. I mean you would think that Miguel would have some sympathy..” “Miguel is like that. He’s been through a lot..Not that I’m justifying what he has done or..said to you but.. I don’t know, I guess I understand.” Flor shrugged, “But.. he does have a point, Miles. These things…have to happen for a reason.” Miles scoffed and began to pace around the room. “So what? You just expect me and let my dad die because some algorithm says it has to happen? Wouldn’t you want to save your dad or your mom because you knew they were going to die? Just think about it.”

Flor looked down at the floor. “My parents died in front of me, Miles. When it happened, I didn’t know why it had to happen. But, it set into motion a chain of events that led me to this moment. I don’t think I would be here if my parents didn’t die.” Flor’s voice trailed off and she looked down. Miles stopped pacing and sat on the bed. “Oh. I’m sorry.. I didn’t know..” “It’s fine. It happened years ago, but you know it’s always there in the back of my head. But I understand now that it had to happen. Even if I knew… I couldn’t have done anything to stop it.”

Miles shook his head. “But what if there was? What if we made our own stories, our own paths?” “Miles.” “Just think. Think about how different things would be if your parents didn’t die that night, if they didn’t die because a stupid multiversal rule said it had to happen. Don’t you miss them?” Flor sighed and closed her eyes. “If you could do it all over again, wouldn’t you save them? I know how hard it is to be Spider-man. You wouldn’t have to suffer through all this. Please, you have to understand me. I know you do.”

A sudden chime went to Flor’s wristband. It was Miguel. “Flor! Where have you been? We need back up. The….anomaly… has escaped. According to the others he’s around your area. Do you see him??”

Flor looked up at Miles. “Please.” He whispered. Flor brought her wrist up to her mouth. “Sorry Miguel, I was busy. There’s nothing around here. I’ll be on my way soon.” She hung up on Miguel. She rummaged through a drawer, pulling out an extra wristband. She tossed it to Miles. “Thank you so much” He pulled in for a tight embrace. “Don’t mention it. Go before Miguel comes.” Miles opened a portal, but before he could step through it, there was someone calling after him.

It was Miguel!

“Stop him! Flor!” Miguel yelled, making his way towards them. “Go. Good luck.” Flor pushed Miles through the portal and closed it just as Miguel got to them. There was a deathly silence, the only sound that could be heard was Miguel’s breathing.

“You said he wasn’t here.” He finally spoke up. Flor gulped. “He-” “You said he wasn’t here! You lied to me!” Miguel turned around and faced Flor, shouting in her face. She flinched.

“Like you haven’t lied before?” She scoffed. “How did he leave if he didn’t have a wristband?” Miguel paced around the room angrily. He was fuming.

Flor’s eyes betrayed her as they flickered to her drawer. “I can’t believe you, you gave him the wristband I gave you for emergencies?” “This was an emergency.” “No! That was a stupid arrogant childish move. You should know better.” Miguel shook his head. “All he wants is to save his dad.” “You know damn well he cannot do that.” Flor looked away, tears threatening to spill. “He just wants more time with his dad…” She whispered. “You of all people should know why that cannot happen. The canon-” “To hell with the canon Miguel! My God, he’s just a kid! He’s 15. He’s no younger than I was when.. Well you know.” “So what? It’s going to happen either way.” Flor looked at Miguel with disdain. “You should know how it feels to want more time. It’s not my fault or Miles’ fault that that universe collapsed because of you. There is no one else to blame but you.” She got close and although she was much shorter, she stared at Miguel. The venom was dripping from her tongue. Miguel looked down at her.

“You know what? You were never meant to be here. You were an anomaly. You could leave here and there wouldn’t be one difference. You don’t belong here.”

There was a tense silence. Miguel looked down at Flor. Her dark eyes were filled with tears.

“I am not your dad. I never liked you. I don’t care about you. I won’t wait for you,” Miguel’s red eyes stayed on Flor.

“I bite.”

The words stung Flor, a feeling she hasn’t felt in years. The same feeling she felt when her parents died. That same feeling she felt when Marcos turned against her. That same feeling she felt when Susana died. That drowning feeling.

Those were the same words she told Marcos. A taste of her own medicine.

The tears fell down her face as she breathed heavily.

“Oh really? Well I quit.” Flor opened the portal, pushed past Miguel and without a second word, she went through it. She tossed the wristband at Miguel. The last thing Miguel saw was the look of betrayal on her face. Once the portal closed Miguel let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

What has he done? What did he tell Flor? He began panicking, his lungs reaching for air. But they couldn’t reach it. He tried to open a portal, but to where? He didn’t know where she would go. She was gone. It was over. Flor, once a thorn in his side, now someone he considered his own daughter, gone. And it was his fault. He lost another daughter, all because of him. He leaned against the wall and slid to the floor and held his head in his hands. He began to sob.

MINI CHAPTER : O'hara Bros.

Miguel stood at his desk, his back hunched over. “Lyla?”

Lyla appeared next to him. “Yes Miguel?” “Can you…” His voice trailed off and he stared at the monitor.

Flor’s image appeared onto the screen, doing her usual

“She’s fine Miguel.” “Where is she?” “Home.” With that, Lyla left.

Miguel sighed and rubbed his eyes. It hadn’t even been a day since Flor left. Just a couple of hours.

Miguel slumped back into his chair.

Peter B. knocked on the corridor wall.

“What do you want?” Miguel snapped. “Woah there tiger, take it easy.” Peter chuckled, making his way towards Miguel.

Miguel shook his head. “I apologize Peter… I’m not feeling well.” “Yeah.. I heard…” Peter took a seat next to Miguel. “So..she’s gone?” Miguel nodded, clearing his throat in hopes that the lump would leave.

Peter looked at the floor, then at Miguel. “I can’t ..begin to imagine how you feel…losing two daughters… but you know..she’ll be back soon.” Miguel shook his head.

“She has a home. She has a ..family to go home to.. A broken one but a family. I have no one.” “I thought you said you had a brother?” Miguel’s head snapped towards Peter’s direction. “How do you know that?” Miguel’s voice began to raise. “Don’t look at me!” Peter raised his hands up defensively.

“Lyla?” “Peter asked, so I told him,” she said, lounging on the monitor.

“I swear to God, one of these days I’m going to shocking reprogram you.”

“Sure you will.” Lyla dissolved and Miguel looked at Peter. “Yes…I do have a brother. But, we haven’t spoken in years…” Miguel whispered.

Peter nodded.

“Maybe it would… do you some good to talk to him again..” Peter looked at the monitor that was on Flor. She was roaming around the city, under the rain.

Peter then looked at Miguel.

Miguel took Peter’s words into consideration.

“Maybe you’re right.”

Peter got up, patted Miguel’s back. “You got this tiger.”

Miguel was left alone in his office.

He began typing away, searching. “Lyla?” “Yes Miguel?”

“....Can you..” Miguel sighed, clearing his throat.

“Can I what?” Lyla filed her nails, but she knew what Miguel was asking. Instantly, Lyla sent a message.

Miguel slumped back into his chair, covering his face with his hands.

“I just miss him. I thought that I wouldn’t but.. I guess it’s that family bond.”

“What do you mean? Who do you miss?”

“Gabriel. I thought that, if I could push away everything from my past and start a new life, it would be better. I wanted ..Gabriella.. to live a different life. To know what it feels like for a parent to love them.. unconditionally. But she’s gone. And when I tried to start over again it didn’t work. Then came Flor. I didn’t want to see it, but she was the daughter I needed when Gabriella… I guess I was the father she needed. And now, they’re both gone. And they’re both gone because of me. Flor was right. It’s not Miles’ fault. It’s mine. And I was too arrogant to see it. And now I’ve lost the only family I had left.”

“No, you still have some family left.” A familiar voice called out from behind. Miguel turned.

Gabriel.

“Gabriel? But, how did you get here?” Miguel whispered, almost in disbelief.

“A certain assistant…told me you would be in here.” Miguel once again looked over at Lyla who was lounging again on the monitor. She winked at Miguel and disappeared.

Gabriel stood at a safe distance away from Miguel, Miguel standing on the platform.

Gabriel walked towards Miguel, slow steps.

He placed a soft hand on Miguel’s shoulder. Miguel flinched but quickly relaxed.

“Maybe.. Flor needed to return to her homeworld… fix things with her brother..Lyla gave me a quick rundown of what happened to her.” Gabriel said softly.

Miguel didn’t respond.

Gabriel slowly removed his hand. As soon as Gabriel did, Miguel turned around and hugged Gabriel tightly.

He sobbed in Gabriel’s arms. “I am so sorry.. I’m sorry for everything, for how I treated you.. I’m sorry.” Miguel said in between sobs.

Gabriel hugged him back, patting his back.

“It’s okay.”

The quiet office was filled with the sounds of sniffles and sobs.

No one else in the world except two brothers.

Flor was thrown into a dark alleyway. It was raining. She landed hard on her side. She groaned and attempted to get up. It was late at night, so no one could see her. She took off her mask, looking around. It was her home world. Earth-051106. It was Dia de Los Muertos. The city streets were crowded but no one paid any attention to her. She thwiped from building to building, under the cover of the night. She stood perched on top of El Angel De La Independencia, careful no one could see her. She looked at the city she had protected for years. The news headlines read : Dos años desde la desaparición de Araña, ¿volverá algún día?

Two years. It didn’t feel like two years. Two years since she had last seen Marcos .. She shook her head and put her mask back on. She swung through the city, until she arrived at a huge hacienda.

Flor took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

After a couple beats of silence Flor knocked again.

That was odd..usually someone would open the door. And usually the house would be crowded for Dia de Los Muertos.

But it was silent. Flor went around to the back of the house. She hopped onto the balcony, and made her way into the house.

She stood in front of the altar for La Virgen de Guadalupe, bowing her head in respect.

The long corridors of the house were empty, forgotten memories flickered past Flor as she walked towards the main part of the house. She walked to the room they always kept aside for ofrendas. The rain poured down, almost beating down on the house.

She opened the door, careful not to slip. She dried herself off, careful not to slip. She took off her mask, safe in the confines of her empty house.

Flor took a long hard look at the pictures placed on the table.

Her mom, Marcos’ dad, their grandparents, cousins, pets….and Flor?

She took the picture in her hands. Why was she on the altar? Sure, she had disappeared but…they didn’t think she was-

There was a distant sound of the door opening. Voices could be heard. Flor froze in her place as the door of the room opened.

There stood Marcos. And Xiadani. Marcos dropped his car keys. Flor stared at him like a deer in headlights.

His eyes widened as he processed that his own sister, the sister that had disappeared completely, was alive. And right in front of him.

Xiadani was a little less shocked. She had felt the presence of Flor, but since it was Dia de Muertos, she dismissed it. Thinking it was just her spirit roaming.

“..Flor..?” Marcos whispered, literally looking like he had seen a ghost. He walked slowly towards her, almost as if he was afraid to wake from this dream.

Xiadani stood there, watching the scene unfold.

Flor dropped the photo and ran towards Marcos, embracing him tightly. He hugged her back as they both began to sob. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve never left you and -” Flor began but was cut off by Marcos. “No. I’m sorry for ..everything.. I didn’t know…that it was you and you almost died because of me.” Marcos sobbed in her arms. After a while, the sobbing turned into quiet sniffles. Marcos smiled warmly at her. That same dimpled smile that their mother had. “I knew you weren’t gone. I just knew it.” Marcos cleaned his glasses.

Xiadani cleared her throat. “Oh, right! Flor, meet Xiadani, my girlfriend.” Marcos brought Flor closer to Xiadani. Xiadani held her hand out for Flor to shake.

Flor took off her gloves and shook Xiadani’s warm hand.

“Mucho gusto.” Flor smiled.

“Igualmente. Marcos has told me so much about you.. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Flor looked at Marcos.

“You told her about me?” Marcos sheepishly looked at the ground. “I mean..yeah? I mean, you are my only immediate family left… Besides, you look more like mom, so.. I guess it would be like if Xiadani met mom through you.”

Flor nodded.

“Well it certainly has been an eventful two years..” Marcos joked, “How did you…get back?”

Flor tensed up. “It’s a long story…” She shook her head. She was still in her wet suit. “You should change, don’t want you getting sick. Your room is the same.” Xiadani smiled at Flor. “Oh yeah.. I should change. I’ll be back.” She quickly made her way into her room. Flor opened the door to her room. Xiadani was right, her room was just as it was when she left.

She picked up the gold rosary, putting it on. Flor got out of her wet suit, and put on sweatpants and an old shirt. She placed the suit on the foot of her bed, hanging it to dry.

Flor stood in front of her painting of La Virgen, closing her eyes. She kneeled, placing her hands on her face.

“Por favor.. Por favor guíame Mi Señora..” Flor whispered.

At that moment, a gentle breeze passed the room and Flor felt La Virgen in front of her. Flor didn’t dare to look up at Her.

“Mi hija, ¿por qué estás triste?” Her gentle voice said. She placed a hand on Flor’s hair, petting it gently.

“Miguel…me siento traicionada.” Tears once again filled Flor’s eyes.

“No tomes sus palabras como algo personal. He visto la tristeza y el dolor que lleva. Él te ama. No dejes que la ira que lleva te afecte a ti, mi niña.”

Flor inhaled, letting out a shaky breath.

“Gracias mi Señora..” She finally looked up, but La Virgen was gone. Only a single white rose was left on the nightstand.

Flor smiled.

Flor came down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where Marcos and Xiadani were sitting, eating dinner.

“So… what’s changed ..?”

Marcos adjusted his glasses, thinking.

“Well not much… I mean I still do my..Salvador thing every once and a while. Plus the X-Men help out.” “The X-Men?” “That would be where I come in. I moved here a while after you disappeared. I helped establish the Mexico division and I currently lead it.” Xiadani chimed in.

“You’re a mutant?” “Yes, I have telepathic and telekinetic abilities.” Flor hummed.

“So,” She turned back to Marcos, “Things have been…fine?” “Well.. to an extent, there were a lot of protests regarding your disappearance. People believed that the government or narcos killed you.” “I see…Do you think they’ll be ..receptive to my return?” “Oh definitely. People have waited for your return. You’d think they were all waiting for the second coming of Christ” Marcos laughed lightly.

“It’s good to have you back.” “It’s good to be back.” Flor smiled at both Marcos and Xiadani.

Months passed and Flor was back on track. She returned to her university, most didn’t question her return, assuming she went to the United States. Everyone, however, rejoiced at the return of Araña. Celebrations were held and Flor was surprised. She didn’t think her ‘job’ made a difference. Clearly it did.

She encountered children who looked up to her, families she saved, women she protected.

The city streets felt safer with Flor back..

Everynight she went on patrol and every night she was given flowers, praise..

She felt she didn’t deserve all that praise.

But every once in a while, she thought of Miguel. She was still bitter… his words still fresh in her mind.

One night as Flor did her patrols, she noticed someone new. She had a database of almost everyone in CDMX, but she didn’t recognize this girl. She had honey blonde hair and gorgeous skin. Flor watched her, making note of her mannerisms. Something about this girl drew Flor in, but not in a romantic way… She decided to keep her eye on her.

Flor rushed into the coffee shop, desperately needing caffeine. She rubbed her eyes as she made her way towards the counter. She looked up and her eyes met a very pretty girl. She made Flor nervous, her fiery curly red hair and her cunning eyes.

Flor stared for a little too long.

“What would you like?” The girl smiled at her. Flor blinked at her, completely smitten.

“Oh! Right..sorry.. Can I have a uhm matcha latte?” Flor fumbled to get her wallet and dropped her change.

She awkwardly picked up her change and handed it to the girl, her hands brushing against hers.

Flor blushed madly and quickly moved to the side, burying her face into her hands.

“For Flor?” The girl called out and Flor swiftly made her way to get her drink. The girl never took her eyes away from Flor. Flor mumbled a thanks to the girl and quickly looked at her name tag.

Micaela.

She would have to visit this coffee shop more often, she thought to herself.

Flor walked down the corridors of her university, late to class. Work…was her major priority.

Quietly, she stepped into the class, careful not to alert the teacher.

There she saw the same girl she had seen the night before. She furrowed her eyebrows as her bag was in Flor’s unassigned assigned seat. Behind the cover of other students, Flor made her way to her seat.

“Uhm, excuse me, your bag is in my seat..” She whispered. The girl looked over at Flor and smiled brightly. “Oh, I know, I was saving it for you” She moved her bag and patted the seat. Flor was a bit confused. She had sworn she had never seen this girl before, and yet it seems she has known her her whole life. Flor mumbled a thanks and sat down, paying attention to the class. She couldn’t help but glance over at the mysterious girl.

Once class had ended, Flor decided to investigate.

“Are you new here? It’s just.. I’ve never seen you around before.” She stood in front of the girl’s desk.

“Oh, yeah I just moved here this week. I’m Sol. Sol Santana.” She held out her hand.

“Flor Flores.” Flor shook her hand. Sol’s hand was very warm to the touch, despite it being winter. “Welcome, where are you from?” Flor walked out of class with Sol.

“I’m from Oaxaca”

“Oh wow, I’ve always wanted to visit Oaxaca,” Flor smiled. She felt comfortable with Sol.

“You should! It’s very quaint.” The bell rang. “I gotta get to class but I’ll see you around?” Sol smiled. “Yeah, see you around.” Flor nodded and Sol rushed off.

“What a nice girl..” She mumbled to herself until she noticed a strange light coming from one of the closets. She decided that since she was already done with her classes, it wouldn’t hurt to check. Flor opened the door and there stood Porter.

“You!” Flor said, but before she could say anything else, something..or someone.. pushed her into the portal. She tripped and fell through it, landing on a carpeted floor.

She looked up and immediately recognized where she was.

Spider Society.

She gulped, looking around. Porter was nowhere to be found. She got her school bag, holding it close. She made sure no one saw her.

“Welcome back Flor.” Lyla said suddenly, making Flor jump.

Flor cursed and flinched. “Lyla! You can’t just sneak up on me like that.” Flor whispered. She sighed. “Sorry…” “It’s okay. It’s good to see you again Flor.” Lyla smiled.

“How’s…” “Miguel? Same as usual. A bit more..sad. Ever since you left.” Flor raised an eyebrow at Lyla. “Right… I’m sure..” “It’s true. Would you like to confirm it?” “No Lyla don’t-” Flor was instantly transported to Miguel’s office.

“You have a visitor Miguel.”

“Lyla, now I’m busy.” Miguel was tying away.

“It’s real important Miggy.”

Flor gulped. “Lyla I said I’m,” Miguel turned around and his eyes landed on Flor,

“Busy..”

She looked down at her shoes.

Miguel stepped down from his platform.

“Flor…” “Miguel..” She cleared her throat.

“It’s been a while.” He placed his hands behind him, wanting to say so much, wanting to spill everything. But he restrained himself.

“Yeah..”

Miguel noticed that Flor’s hair was shorter and darker. Her face seemed a little more sad. Flor fidgeted nervously with the keychains of her book bag. It seemed like she had something to say, but kept her lips shut.

Miguel cleared his throat. He tapped his fingers on the desk.

He stepped down from the platform, keeping a safe distance away from Flor.

Just in case.

He opened his mouth to speak, his throat immediately feeling dry.

“Well, I-” Before Miguel could finish his sentence, Flor ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“I missed you.” Flor said, sighing a bit. “I’ve missed you too mija.” He gently hugged her back.

Gabriel knocked on the door frame. “Family reunion?” He chuckled. “Oh, Gabriel, meet Flor. Flor meet Gabriel.” Miguel motioned to Gabriel.

“Hi, I’m Miguel’s baby brother.” He smiled softly.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Miguel’s, uhm apprentice?” “Daughter. Gabriel, this is my daughter.”

Flor smiled.

“So you’re my niece.” “And you’re my uncle.”

“Lyla, clear my schedule. I think a break is due.” The three of them stood there, Flor in between Miguel and Gabriel.

She felt…at peace.

At home.

She had fixed things with Marcos and now with Miguel.

And for a little while, everything felt right.

#atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderverse oc #spidersona #spiderman #across the spiderverse #marvel #gabriel o'hara

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oharaist · 1 month

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y tu que?

a/n: love u miguel..highest kin right here.... anywasy this is where flor and miguel meet! they have a father - daughter relationship.

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Flor was flung into the weird portal. She blinked, her eyes meeting the harsh bright lighting. She hissed and shielded her eyes. Flor rubbed her eyes, careful not to scratch herself. She opened them and saw a rather short boy staring at her in awe. Flor quickly looked around, it looked like an empty office room. She attempted to get up but was immediately met with a surging pain that shot to her legs. She let out a strained breath as she looked at the boy. Flor clutched her side as she propped herself up.

¿Quién eres? ¿Dónde está Marcos?” She narrowed her eyes on the boy. The boy continued to look at her before snapping out of it.

“Oh! Ehm.. I’m Porter. Nice to meet you!” He held his hand out. Flor looked at his hand then back at Porter. He took note of the scowl on her face.

Geez, what's her problem okay maybe it’s because I accidentally sucked her into the portal… Well, it was an accident!! I think…

He retracted his hand, looking down in shame. “I guess you’re wondering where you are… funny thing is I don’t know either..” Porter laughed nervously, hoping to get a reaction from her. She remained stoic.

“What’s your name?” “Flor.” “Oh! Like a flower right?” Flor nodded. “So. You don’t know where we are, correct?” Flor said, clutching her side. As she looked down at her gloves, she saw the blood soaking her hand. She sighed and continued to grab her side, looking back up at Porter.

Porter shook his head. “No… and I didn’t even mean to take you with me! I mean, I feel like I kinda saved you from that crazy guy-” Porter was pacing the room. “That crazy guy is my brother.” Flor snapped her head in Porter’s direction, paying no mind to the pain she felt in her neck when she did.

“Oh..I’m sorry. Uhm..his costume looked cool! Even though he was trying to kill you..” Porter mumbled the last part to himself, but Flor still heard. “Can you just please…take me back.” “Oh about that.. I don’t exactly know how to go back” Flor eyes widened, her red eyes soon taking on a look of annoyance. “What do you mean, you don’t know how.”

Porter gulped. “Well, I’ve never had to go back before.. I mean at least it looks nice here right? We could’ve gotten stuck in a real shit universe-” Porter’s nervous laughter was interrupted by Flor’s sudden movement. She was now in front of Porter, an ominous look in her eyes. While she was still grabbing her side, she looked down at Porter. They were relatively the same height, Flor being only a couple inches taller than him. Her breathing was shallow and short. “Get me home.” She said, her voice above a whisper. Porter once again gulped and quickly nodded. “I’ll uhm..try!” “Don’t try. Do.” “Yeah.. I’ll ..fix it” Porter mumbled, turning away to fidget with his gadgets. Flor sighed and sat back down, swallowing hard.

She looked around the room, it looked futuristic, techy. Flor closed her eyes and wiped the tears that were forming at her eyes. She sighed.. It wasn’t Porter’s fault. Flor was just ..angry.

At whom?

Herself?

Her mother for hiding such a big secret?

At..Marcos?

She shook her head. No time to wallow in self pity. As Porter struggled to figure out a way to get Flor back home, she leaned against the cold metal wall. She closed her eyes and took slow breaths, as if that would help with the sharp pains she felt at her side.

Suddenly, there was a loud, ear piercing alarm that sounded off. Flor’s hands flew to her ears, covering them. Porter looked around, confused.

“What is that?” Flor huddled closer to her knees, forgetting about the gash on her side.

Porter struggled to answer, he simply shook his head. The lights went down, and instead there was a flighting bright red light, illuminating their faces.

The doors opened, and they could see the hundreds of people running down the hallways. Flor squinted her eyes and saw the same symbols on their chests. Spider symbols. Her eyes widened. Maybe she wasn’t alone. They all passed by, not taking a look into the room. Flor rose to her feet, looking into the hallway. Her eyes watched them, curious as to why they were hurrying to an unknown location. Porter stood near her, also watching them. It was common for him to see people who looked like him, but he had never seen this many people…

The adrenaline wore off and Flor felt a straight shot of pain at her side. She yelped and clutched her side, leaning against the frame of the door. Porter quickly rushed to her side, holding her upright. “Are you-”

“You!” an unfamiliar voice shouted at both Porter and Flor. Both their heads snapped in the direction of the voice. It came from a large man, walking towards them.

Porter and Flor looked at each other. The strange man came closer.

From the looks of his suit…he didn’t look like the rest of the spiders. He reached the empty office space and stood in front of both of them.

“You two don’t look familiar.” His mask scrunched in suspicion.

“Show your IDs.” Porter panicked, stumbled back, accidentally opened another portal and fell through it.

There was an awkward silence.

Flor turned back to face the man. She blinked. Her hand was still covering her side. Her blood dripped onto the floor.

“Who are you?” He asked, crossing his arms.

Before Flor could answer, she blinked several times, and stumbled back. She fell onto the floor, the blood pooling around her.

The man looked at her for a little too long. He sighed, picked her up, and took her to the medical bay.

“Lyla?”

“Yes Miguel?”

“Check her vitals.”

Lyla nodded and then pulled a chart. “There’s not much information on her…even though it seems she is a spider. She has a large lateral cut on the right side of her body. She has lost a lot of blood.” Miguel nodded. The door opened and Miguel placed her on the table, hooking her up to the machines.

Miguel stood back and observed her.

“Lyla, could you bring up her files again.”

A large monitor appeared in front of Miguel, displaying Flor’s information. A holographic image of Flor appeared, her side profile, fangs, and claws on full display.

Miguel pursed his lips and read the very limited information on her.

“Interesting… I’ve never met another spider that has…fangs…and talons too..” There was a tense silence.

“Lyla…you don’t think she could be..” “No. She is not your offspring. Although she does share many qualities such as fangs, venom, claws, and red eyes, she is full Mexican, unlike you. And her parents are listed here.”

Lyla appeared next to the information. Miguel scanned the information. He read it over and over again.

“..That’s strange… She does not follow the canon…” “You also don’t follow the canon” Lyla quipped.

Miguel threw a cold glance at her. She smiled sweetly at him.

He continued to stare at her face. She had three very specific moles on her face. She reminded him of …Gabriella. He shook his head.

“Well…it says here, she’s not meant to join. There’s something off about this. I will question her when she wakes up.” “Whatever you say boss.” Lyla saluted and continued to monitor Flor’s condition.

A couple of hours later, Flor slowly opened her eyes. The soft lighting of the medical bay stung her eyes. She tried to get up but noticed she was hooked up to many machines.

“Don’t panic, you’re safe here.” Lyla appeared next to her.

Flor jumped slightly, but settled down. She stared at Lyla.

“Who…are you?”

“My name is Lyla, which stands for LYrate Lifeform Approximation. In other words, I am a program.” Flor rubbed her head. “Where am I?” “You’re in Spider Society. Or at least the medical bay. You got a pretty nasty gash on your side. Most likely from a mechanical wing, is that right?” Flor slowly nodded her head, remembering the battle she had with…Marcos…before she got sucked into the portal.

Lyla nodded.

“Miguel asked me to monitor you.” “Who?” “Oh right, the big man who was interrogating you before you passed out.”

“Is he your boss?” “That’s what he thinks but between us? I’m the real boss around here.”

“That’s enough Lyla.” Miguel suddenly said, appearing from the shadows.

Lyla shrugged and stood back.

Flor gulped and anxiously looked at Miguel.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” He said, putting his hands up, “My name is Miguel. Miguel O’hara. I just want to know who you are and why you are here.”

Flor nodded.

“My name is Flor Guadalupe Reyes Ramirez Flores. I don’t know how I got here… I mean one minute I’m fighting…and the next I wake up in an empty office with a boy, who I don’t even know…I just want to go home.” Flor sighed.

Miguel hummed.

“Unfortunately… we can’t send you home just yet.” Flor’s face fell a bit. “What do you mean?”

Miguel tapped his wrist, bringing up a timeline.

He pointed at a certain point. There, he brought up a sort of recreation of the scene before Flor was transported.

“According to the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly Multiverse…which you probably just know as the multiverse.. you were supposed to have reconciled with your…enemy?” He looked at Flor for confirmation, and she nodded slowly.

“But since that event was disrupted it’s likely the universe could collapse on itself. That event is known as a canon event.”

“Collapse on itself?!” Flor’s eyes widened.

“Don’t worry. I’ve been monitoring your home universe. Everything is strangely stable. In fact, it worries me more that it is stable and shows no signs of collapsing.”

“But…why can’t I go back? If my ..universe .. is stable, why can’t I go back?”

Miguel sighed.

“It might disrupt the stability. Hence, creating a chain reaction of events. And if your leaving didn’t cause a collapse, you going back might cause that.” Lyla chimed in.

Flor pondered.

“I guess you’re right..better safe than sorry?” Flor looked up at Miguel and for a brief second, he swore he saw Gabriella in her eyes. She looked at him the way a daughter looks for guidance in her father.

“Correct.” Miguel nodded. Flor sat up, looking at the large cut on her suit. She sighed.

“You don’t happen to have a sewing kit do you?” Flor laughed lightly, hoping to break the tension between them.

Miguel looked at her suit. It looked homemade.

“Did you make that yourself?” He pointed at the very intricate detailing of the suit.

“Oh, yeah pretty much. Most of the material I already had, just added what I needed.” She pulled out her mask and handed it to Miguel. He observed the material of the mask. It felt thick, but not thick enough to protect Flor. He saw the mask had a sort of engraved flower detailing… He squinted at the fabric. Miguel handed the mask back to Flor.

“It’s impressive. May I see your talons?” “Sure.” Flor raised her hand and unsheathed her claws.

Miguel motioned if he could take a closer look and she nodded.

He gently held her hand close to his face. The boney feature coming out from the tips of her fingers. She had scars on her hands.

“Does it hurt?” “Everytime.” Miguel looked up at her and saw the melancholic look. Miguel let go of her hand and removed his own glove and showcased his claws. Flor’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree. “You have claws too?” She immediately grabbed his hand and began to inspect them. They were similar to her’s, except they were bigger. And looked sharper.

Miguel was taken aback by her sudden movement and looked at Lyla. Lyla shrugged.

“Sorry…I’ve just never met anyone who had claws like me.” She let go of his hand, embarrassed.

“Don’t fret. You have scars on your mouth. I assume you have fangs as well?”

Flor opened her mouth, nodding.

“Interesting. It intrigues me that you share many traits. And yet, you are 100% human.”

Flor tilted her head. “Are you not..human?” “No I am-” “Even though he doesn’t act like it.” Lyla butted in, giggling. Miguel gave an annoyed look to her. “As I was saying…I am. It’s a long story, but in short: I am 50% spider DNA. Which is why I have these features. It says in your file that you were bitten. So it’s interesting to see that you have these features as well.”

He looked at her hands once again and

noticed that she did not have web dispensers.

“Do you have organic webbing?”

Flor sighed and nodded.

“A pain in the ass sometimes…if my wrist is covered I can’t use my webs and all that..” “I understand. I have the same problem.”

Flor looked at the floor.

Miguel cleared his throat. “Enough about me, I think you need a new suit.”

“A new suit? But..I think I could just patch up this suit and it’ll be fine..” “Fair point, but it does not provide enough protection. You look like you’ve been through hell and back.”

Flor shrugged.

“Follow me.” Miguel began to walk. Flor hopped off the table and it became clear of their height difference. She felt small compared to him. She followed behind him, her eyes darting around Spider Society.

All the other Spiders looked at Flor with intrigue.

There was one specific spider that took special note of Flor. Flor made eye contact with her, and looked away blushing. Anya continued to look at Flor. Flor noticed this and sheepishly put her mask back on.

Miguel led her to a specialized room. There were already Spiders in there, designing new suits, testing out new features. Flor stayed close to Miguel. He took her to an empty room, the different suit prototypes already being displayed. “Here, you can design a newer, improved and more durable suit. Do you mind if I ..assist you?” Flor shook her head. “I just have one request.. Is it okay if.. I keep the fabric? Or at least make it more durable? It’s… special to me.”

Miguel looked at her suit. The dark emerald coloring almost looked black.

“I don’t see why not. I will need the suit itself then. Lyla can lend you some clothing.”

Lyla appeared next to Miguel, ready to help Flor.

Flor followed Lyla, leaving Miguel alone in the room.

Something about Flor… he felt that there was a cosmic connection. Something deeper that connected them. He was unusually kind to her. Flor came back into the room, in casual clothing, shaking Miguel out of his thoughts.

She handed him the suit carefully. Miguel placed the suit in the programming.

He began typing away, Flor watching behind him.

“I assume you want to keep the gold and green color scheme. So, all we’re going to do is make the fabric stronger, improve the wrist and glove area, and if you want, change the emblem a bit.”

Flor nodded in agreement. She watched as Miguel tweaked certain aspects of her suit, the webbing, the emblem, the boots.

After a while, Miguel was done. He handed her the new suit. It was a lot more technological, much to Flor’s distaste. But she simply took it, smiling softly at Miguel.

“Try it on and we can test it out.”

Miguel stood on the balcony watching Flor dodge the obstacles and shots thrown at her. She was very agile, very light on her feet. She flipped through the air, landing on her feet. She got through the course with very little injuries.

“How is it?” Miguel asked, coming down to the training level.

“I like it..it definitely helps.” She gave him a small smile.

Miguel looked at Flor, when she smiled, it was like Gabriella’s smile. Flor had small whisker dimples. Just like Gabriella. There were too many similarities for Miguel. He was starting to get suspicious.

He cleared his throat.

“Listen Flor, I know that the canon says you are not supposed to join…but I’m willing to make an exception. You have skill sets that are much needed and .. seeing that you cannot return to your world, I wouldn’t want to abandon you. So,” He pulled out a blank I.D. card, “What do you say?”

Flor looked at the card, then back at Miguel. She nodded, taking the card in her hand, feeling it.

“Welcome to the team. Lyla will show you around, I have work to do.” Miguel smiled softly and Lyla guided Flor.

Miguel returned to his office, and pulled up Flor’s files. He looked at her information over and over. A name stood out to him.

Marcos.

There was only one mention of Marcos, and it was right before Flor entered the portal. Miguel sat down, looking at the name. He began typing, searching.

It was going to be a long night for Miguel.

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Flores

a/n: some background info!

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flor is 16, marcos is her half brother he is 15. Flor's parents were killed at her 15th bday, so she has to move with her family in Mexico. Any other questions can be asked in my inbox!

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God, I hate airports. The stuffy air makes me sick. How can I be thinking of this when…

Flor shook her head. She stood in line, holding her passport, her ticket, and a piece of paper that held the address of her new home. The music blasted in her headphones as she tried to drown out her own thoughts. She sighed and closed her eyes. She heard her boarding group being called and she got up. This was going to be a long flight. Flor sat at the window, looking out. She looked at Los Angeles. Her hometown. Slowly she drifted to sleep.

She was shaken awake by the plane landing. Flor quickly gathered her things and stepped out, the bright sun hitting her eyes. She stood outside the airport waiting for her taxi.

“Hola, ¿me puedes llevar aquí?” She handed the taxi driver the address.

They nodded.

Flor watched the traffic, the streets, the sunset. She was finally dropped off at the house. She paid the driver and got her things.

There stood Flor’s cousins, aunts, uncles, and someone she didn’t recognize. He was tall, had darker skin, black hair and glasses. He looked nervous, he was fiddling with a picture. Flor eyed him suspiciously. He looked a little bit like…her mom…

Her aunts surrounded Flor, hugging her, overwhelming her with questions.

“Guys, let’s give her some space..” The boy spoke up, clearing his throat.

The aunts backed off and took her things inside the house.

Flor stood there with the boy, facing him. He was taller than her and he adjusted his glasses nervously.

“Why don’t we go inside.. I’m sure you’re hungry” He seemed to want to hug her, but decided against it. Flor nodded silently and walked into the house. Inside she saw pictures of her mom, and a man she’s never seen before. She also saw baby pictures of the boy. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Who’s this?” She finally said, pointing to the man.

“Oh that’s my dad.” He said, fixing his hair.

Flor hummed.

The boy led Flor to the living room, where she took a seat. He sat across from her, staring.

“I’ll get you some food..” He murmured. He came back with a plate of food, red mole, rice, and a drink. He handed it to Flor. She ate silently as he watched her.

“Are you going to keep looking at me?” She said, looking up.

“Sorry..It’s just..” His eyes lit up as he looked at Flor, “Nevermind.” “Who even are you? I have never seen you before.” “You’ve never seen half the people here.” “...Fair point ....either way. I don’t know you.”

He sighed. “Flor… You know how your mom left for about…five years?” “....” “Well.. she met up with my dad..the guy in the picture..they were childhood friends…and uhm they reconnected..” There was a tense silence, Flor stopped eating and looked at him.

“Things happened and uhm… well… I’m your brother. Flor, my name Marcos Luis Diego Flores.” Marcos said in one breath.

Flor’s face didn’t change. Her chest rose with each breath she took.

“No.” She said with her teeth clenched. “No, my mom would never…She didn’t..”

Flor shook her head.

“It’s true Flor.” A voice from behind said. Flor turned and it was the man in the picture, Marcos’ dad.

He had black, almost blue hair, with a single gray streak and a refined face. Marcos looked more like his mom.

“Who are you??” “I am Marcos’ dad.. What Marcos’ saying is true. Your mother and I were very good friends… the one that got away you might say.. It’s complicated but Marcos is your brother.”

Flor looked back between Marcos and his dad. She laughed hysterically. “This is a joke right? A hilarious joke… alright you got me.. You can stop now.” But Marcos only looked at her. He pulled a photo out of his pocket. It was a picture of Flor as a kid. With her mom. He handed it to her. “Where did you get this?” Flor took the photo from his hands.

“Mom…gave it to me. So I could have something to remember her..and you by.”

Flor shook her head. “No. No, I don't have any siblings. I’m an only child, You’re not my brother.” Tears fell from Flor’s eyes. Marcos sighed.

The aunts chimed in to say that Marcos was indeed her brother.

Flor placed her head in her hands.

I know this boy in Mexico, ask him to be your chambelan.

You know, there’s this boy…

Write to him! It would do the both of you good, mija.

She groaned, so that’s what her mom was referring to. Her long lost half brother.

“I know this is a lot of information…but I felt that you should have a right to know.” Marcos said, sitting next to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She flinched, removing his hand. “Don’t touch me.” She grinded her teeth.

Marcos gulped and scooted away.

“This is sick. Sickening. You’re all…” She got up, frustrated, and stormed to her room. She slammed the door.

“Don’t worry…she’ll ..come to her senses sooner or later. Just let her adjust.” Marcos’ dad placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Marcos wiped his eyes, and cleaned his glasses. “I guess..” Marcos mumbled, looking at the photo.

Flor threw herself onto the bed, and began to sob.

How could her mother hide such a big secret? How could she do that to her? Even in death, her mother continued to surprise her.

There was a knock at the door.

“Leave me alone.” Flor looked at her suitcase, her…unfinished project… sitting there. Staring at her.

“Flor, please open the door.”

There was silence.

Marcos’ dad slowly opened the door. The window was open and Flor was long gone.

Flor stumbled onto the rooftops, landing on her shoulder. She groaned.

I need to get better at landing..

She dusted herself off.

The suit wasn’t perfect or practical… but it was something.

Flor needed to get a closer look at the city.

Under the cover of the night, Flor hopped from rooftop to rooftop, looking at the city below her. She constantly stumbled into walls and bushes, cursing everytime she did.

She sat on the ledge of a tall building, letting her feet dangle.

Flor laid back and thought of everything she lost.

Her dad.

Her mom.

Her home.

Rubbing her face with her hands, Flor sighed.

She got up, jumping off the building and swinging to the next.

After a couple of hours of scouting the city, Flor decided it was time to head..home.

Flor carefully climbed through the window.

Taking off the mask, she took a deep breath.

There was a knock at the door. Flor jumped.

Quickly she took off her suit and stumbled. She hit her head.

“Flor?”

“In a minute!” She groaned, rubbing her head.

Flor opened the door and looked up. Marcos’ dad stood in front of her.

“May I come in?” Flor opened the door wider.

She sat down on her bed. He sat across from her.

“The city is pretty dangerous, especially at night.” Flor gulped.

“I know… it’s not any different than LA.. but I’ll be careful.” She mumbled, still rubbing her head.

Marcos’ dad hummed.

“You know … your mother loved your father very much. No doubt about it. But.. they weren’t perfect… They thought it was best for them to..separate for a while. Your mom and I had been friends since childhood. To be honest I always loved her.. She was perfect” He chuckled, smiling, “But I never said anything, I knew she was going to go farther in life. So I stepped back. I never thought she would come back. Even for a bit. And she was just as beautiful as the day she left. One thing led to another and well.. Marcos came into the world. Your mother loved Marcos.”

Flor felt her face heat up. She always knew there must’ve been someone else. Now she had a name. Marcos’ dad continued.

“But, she knew she had a responsibility. With you. So, she left Marcos a picture of you. To remember you… I was heartbroken when I heard…” He shook his head,

“I know that…it’s a hard time already..and adding onto it. Marcos only had good intentions. He looks up to you.”

Flor looked at her hands and the fresh scars from her talons.

“I don’t think I properly introduced myself.” She held her hand out.

“Flor Guadalupe Reyes Flores.” Marcos’ dad smiled. “Luis Carlos Perez Ramirez” He shook her hand.

“I guess I owe Marcos an apology..” She muttered.

“If you believe so.” Luis responded.

Flor got up, heading downstairs, Luis following close behind her.

Marcos was still seated on the couch, scrolling on his phone. He immediately got up.

“Marcos.. I’m sorry for..acting like that..” Flor looked down in shame. She knew Luis was telling the truth.

“It’s okay hermanita.” He smiled warmly at Flor. A sense of guilt bloomed in Flor’s chest.

How could she have any resentment towards Marcos?

He didn’t know that his…their mom…

“It’s late. We should all go to sleep.” Luis placed a hand on both Flor and Marcos’ shoulder. Flor flinched a bit.

“If you need help, my room is right next to yours.” Marcos whispered softly to Flor.

She nodded slowly.

Flor laid down on her bed, looking at the ceiling. She looked over at the image of the Virgin Mary. There was a pink rosary near the image. Instinctively, she touched the golden cross necklace gifted to her by her parents.

Slowly, Flor closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She awoke in a grassy field, confused as she looked around. She got up, looked down at her clothes. The feathers and bright coloring wrapped around her body. “What the….” She whispered.

There was a large mountain with two waterfalls surrounding the mountain.

Tepeyac.

Flor saw a bright light from the top of the mountain. She was drawn to it like a moth. She walked towards it, setting foot in the water.

At the very top, the bright light revealed a woman, with gorgeous dark skin and long flowing black hair. She was wearing a forest green veil with gold detailing. She stood at the top of the mountain, a bright light emitted from her, surrounding her. Her hands were clasped together and her eyes were closed. The veil engulfed her body.

Flor immediately recognized Her and fell to her knees, looking down.

The woman smiled at Flor, patting her head gently. “Levántate, mi niña.” The woman said, Her voice soothing and calming.

Flor got up, still looking down.

“Why am I here?” Flor asked, shyly looking up at Her.

“Sígueme.” She signaled behind the waterfalls. Flor followed Her, expecting to be hit by the waterfall, but she was dry.

They walked into a cave, further and further, until there was a huge field of cempasúchils, the musky scent filling the air.

Flor’s outfit transformed into a …spider suit? It was dark green, with gold detailings. An exact match to what Flor envisioned in her head. The fingerless gloves, the boots reminiscent of ballerinas' pointe shoes. She looked at the mask in her hands. Confused, she looked up at Her.

She raised her hands, swirling them around the flowers. The petals swirled around them, revealing multiple visions. “Flor, our people have suffered for many years. I know you yourself have experienced it..” She motioned to a vision of Flor sobbing on the ground with her dead parents. Flor quickly looked away.

“But we are strong. We have constantly fought for each other. However, CDMX… It has lost the splendor I once saw it in.” She looked at Flor. She swirled her hands again, now showing Flor in her suit, on top of a skyscraper. “You were born with a gift, a mission.” Another vision presented itself, Flor with ..Marcos. They were side by side, Marcos with a shield and Flor with a spear.

“A mission to guard CMDX.”

Flor looked over at Her. “What…why ..me?” Flor looked at the vision.

She only smiled.

Flor woke up, back in her bed. She was drenched in sweat, gasping for air. She looked over at her dresser.

There was her quince dress.

She took a deep breath. Beside the dress, was a sewing machine and scissors.

Flor sat down at her desk and began cutting away.

A loud explosion woke up Flor, she had fallen asleep on the desk. She rubbed her eyes and saw her finished suit. She looked out the window and saw a distant fire.

She stumbled out into the balcony, testing out her webs. Once she got a good traction, she headed deeper into the city, closer to the fire.

Back home, Marcos sat in the courtyard, watching Flor’s room.

His phone began to ring like crazy. Marcos quickly glanced at his phone.

He headed towards the cellar.

Luis stood there at the entrance.

“It’s late.” Luis folded his arms.

“I know… I won’t be out long.” Marcos mumbled.

Luis hummed.

“Be safe. Te quiero.” Luis kissed the top of Marcos’ head.

“I will, te quiero también.” Marcos rushed into the cellars, looking at the monitors.

There he saw a masked figure, their emblem resembling a spider. He furrowed his eyebrows. He had never seen them before.

Quickly he put on his equipment, the boots, the goggles, the jacket.