Miguel O'Hara (AU) (s_man) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2021-11-15 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | miguel o'hara (other) |
Who? Other Miguel
Where? one of the bigger Malls
When? Nighttime
What? Spidering/getting better?
Open? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ if you want?
The suit had shown up not long after the door to 2099 had shut, but Miguel hadn't put it on. It fit his other self perfectly, but it would hang loose on him and he didn't really want yet another reminder of just how wrong things were for him.
But then.
Maria was talking to him. Working with him on projects. Spending time with him, just so they could do nerdy engineering and sciencey things. Making him think and smile and laugh, even though neither of them could hear it. Taking him to the park to look at the plants, holy shock, and, well. Yeah. Maria was amazing.
And also her mom didn't want to eat him or try to kill him any more, and he kind of had a job? And regular food didn't hurt, even if he still struggled with eating a full plate in one sitting. And he still stashed food in places, because the "just in case" habit was very hard to break.
And slowly, slowly, he felt better. Yes, he still had bad days where he didn't leave his lab or he huddled up in the corner of the ceiling until he could breathe without feeling like he was about to fly apart, but he got through them. As one of the counsellors from back at school had once told him, he'd gotten through all of his bad days so far. Miguel had always thought that was a load of shit but now it actually helped a little bit.
So he'd taken some time during the last few days to work on the mask of his suit. There were lenses beneath the UMF, which already filtered out the bright light and let him see easily enough, but it didn't take long for him to rig the lenses up in the same way as his glasses. So now he had Lyla acting as a HUD for him in the suit. It was basic compared to what Maria's dad would have designed, but it did what he needed - acted as his ears and gave him a running transcript of what anyone was saying around him, even if that someone was just Lyla.
He filled the suit out better now. He was still thinner than his other self, but he didn't look like he was wearing something 2 or 3 sizes too big for him, either. So he pulled the mask on, hopped up onto the railing of one of the larger malls on the wheel, and let himself fall for a few seconds before firing a webline at the underside of a nearby walkway. He swung under it, and then upwards, letting go so he could have that freefall again, and then he repeated it again and again and again, swinging his way all round the open spaces. He hadn't been able to do anything like this since he'd left Nueva York the first time, and shocking hell, he had missed it so much.