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

13 🕸️Stubborn Hearts🕸️

Callisto was tired. But not tired enough to let them have the last word. They weren't going to trap her in their Spider-Gang drama, and definitely not after everything that had gone down. She wasn't someone who took orders—she never had been, and she didn't plan on starting now.

She slipped through the back hallways of the Spiderbase, her thoughts tangled in frustration and the silent, lingering question of what had really happened to her during that mysterious "canon event." Her mind buzzed with a thousand thoughts, each one cutting deeper than the last. She couldn't get a grip on what had happened, and it was gnawing at her.

She wasn't trying to run away—she was just thinking. Taking a breather. A break. Right?

That was what she told herself, anyway, as she headed toward the teleportation room. She had learned the layout of the base like the back of her hand in the past few days, even if she hadn't exactly been invited to wander. Still, nobody had stopped her, so what was the harm?

But, as fate would have it, the moment she stepped into the teleport room, the door slid shut behind her, locking with a soft click. Her heart skipped a beat as she found herself surrounded by an array of Spider-heroes standing in a semi-circle, each looking at her with varying degrees of exasperation.

Jessica Drew was the first to speak, arms crossed in a disapproving manner. "You seriously thought it was a good idea to sneak off again?"

Callisto raised an eyebrow and glanced around the room, coolly assessing the scene. "So what... you all came almost complete?" she shot back with a smirk, glancing at the faces in the room. "Only ones missing are Noir, the pig, and the dad bod one."

A beat of silence passed, and Hobie snorted from the side. Miles blinked in confusion, while Gwen muttered, "She means Peter B."

Miguel's jaw tightened, his posture going from relaxed to rigid. His eyes narrowed, a muscle in his cheek twitched. Dad bod, she'd said. His gaze flicked briefly to Peter B's picture on the wall before snapping back to Callisto.

"Dad bod?" Miguel's voice was deceptively calm, but the sharpness was there, cutting through the air like a blade. "Funny, considering you're getting real comfortable making jokes about others."

Callisto didn't answer immediately. She was unfazed. "I'm just pointing out the obvious," she said, her teasing smirk never faltering. "He could at least hit the gym once in a while."

Miguel didn't answer immediately. Instead, his eyes darkened, his claws digging into the floor slightly, a subtle display of his simmering jealousy. His lips tightened, but his gaze didn't waver from her.

Callisto, however, had turned her attention to Jessica, clearly unfazed by the tension building between her and Miguel. "So, what's it going to be?" she asked coolly. "You want to throw me in the brig, or are we going to talk about something a little more... interesting? Like why none of you seem to let me breathe without trying to parent me?"

Jessica's eyes narrowed as she took a step forward, her tone shifting from concerned to irritated. "You really think you can just do whatever you want without consequences? You disobeyed a direct order. Again."

Callisto's eyes flashed with defiance. "I didn't ask for a babysitter. I'm not here to play your little Spider-Gang games." She crossed her arms, her cool demeanor slipping into a sharper edge. "Besides, some people are getting off easy in here, aren't they?"

Miguel's sharp inhale didn't go unnoticed. The air in the room grew thick with tension, and Callisto could feel the heat of his glare even from across the room. His voice, when it came, was low and measured, tinged with a possessive edge she hadn't expected.