"You came." The realization seems to break whatever strength she was holding onto; shoulders slumping and tears welling up in Sage's lash line-too tired to keep up the hologram mask as covering when Miguel was there. Miguel O'Hara doesn't show anything on his strong features; sharp cheekbones, pouty mouth, dark hair and thick brows to match. The blue and red material of his suit like a second skin against his towering frame, all six foot nine inches of him hovering over her battered body. He lifted her with ease, for once not offering some snarky quip about her fucking up on yet another mission-instead he cradled her close, calling out to Lyla to take them back to HQ. "You called." [enemies to lovers. 18+ content.] Across the Spider-Verse Fic