her scent -+- miguel ohara -+- ~~~~Complete

2🕸New beginnings🕸

Years passed in the mental hospital. Calisto learned how to blend in to play the part. She became so good at pretending to get better that even the doctors started to believe her. They believed that she was healing, that she was ready to leave.

At 19, they told her she could go.

And so she did. She left, walking out those sterile doors with the bittersweet taste of freedom in her mouth. But that freedom was hollow. She'd escaped, but what was she really escaping to?

She didn't know. But she would never go back.

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Meanwhile...

A man stood before a holographic display, fingers poised over the keys.

"Lyla," he called out.

"Yes," the hologram replied.

He turned, his eyes narrowing. "Call in my team. I just found us the perfect spider to add to the roster."

His eyes flicked back to the screens as he typed, searching through files.

Moments later, the room filled with the rest of his team. Spiderpunk, one of the many Spider-Women, Lego Spider-Man, and the Indian Spider-Man stepped in. They watched as their leader, Miguel O'Hara, descended from his platform, his hands resting on his hips.

"So, Miguel," Spider-Woman started, her voice direct. "You called us. What's going on?"

Miguel didn't waste time. "We need to visit Earth-20539A. There's a spider there who would be perfect for the team."

Spider-Woman raised an eyebrow. "Who is this spider?"

Miguel didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at the holographic displays, his fingers hovering over the keys. "Trust me. You'll know her when you see her."

The team exchanged glances before they nodded in agreement. They followed Miguel through the portal, and within seconds, they were on the rooftop of a building in a world that felt familiar yet different.

The city below buzzed with life, and they watched as traffic and people moved in sync, like gears in a machine. Suddenly, something shot past them—a blur too fast to catch.

The team instinctively turned their heads, trying to track its movement. They saw nothing but a human-like figure disappearing behind a building.

"What the hell was that?" Spiderpunk asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Miguel squinted into the distance, his sharp eyes trying to pinpoint the figure. "That's her," he said slowly. "At least, that's who I think it is."

The team stood frozen, unsure of what to do next.

Spider-Lego tilted his head. "So... that was a 'she', not a 'he'?"

Miguel nodded. "Yes, it's a she. But she's not just anyone. She's perfect."

His attention shifted back to where the figure had disappeared. The air around them shifted too—strangely familiar, but hard to place.

Then came the scent. A confusing, swirling mix. One moment, it was vanilla. The next, caramel. Then cinnamon, and then it would morph again. Sweet, spicy, comforting, and unsettling all at once. It hit their senses in waves, disorienting and unpredictable. The team exchanged confused glances.

Miguel's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply.

He had smelled this before.

The scent wasn't random. It was deliberate, designed to disorient anyone trying to track it. A trick and a smart one. It shifted, never staying the same long enough to get a solid read on it. But to Miguel, it brought back memories he couldn't quite place. A lingering scent, like a memory from a different time, or someone he had known before—someone dangerous.

The trick was simple: by shifting the scent constantly, it prevented anyone from following her trail. You could track it, but it would always leave you confused, pulling your focus in different directions. It was meant to mislead, to throw off anyone who thought they could capture her, whether through scent or instinct.

And Calisto had been using it for years.

Miguel's eyes flicked back to the spot where she had disappeared, his jaw tightening. He knew that scent well. It was something she had learned to manipulate, a method to protect herself from those who sought to catch her. A ghost of her presence that wouldn't leave, even when she was gone.

A part of him almost admired it.

"Let's move," Miguel finally said, his voice sharp and determined. "We find her now."

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