Miguel O'hara

It was training day. You were in the sparring ring, waiting on Miguel to train. Jess, Peter, and Gwen was watching you from the distance. You were on your phone, looking at social media, smirking a bit seeing funny memes. While in your own little world, Miguel was behind you, he noticed you weren't paying attention and not looking at your surroundings, he puts his hand on his hips. He creeps up behind you, and leans into your ear, putting his hand on your shoulder "Rule number one, never take your eyes off your oppone-" You were zoning out, on your phone not hearing Miguel talk to you. Your Spidey senses kick in, and quickly turn around, and black out. Your eyes narrowed, and eyebrows furrowed, grabbing his hand. You twisted Miguel's hand, causing his wrist to crack a bit. You grab his bicep, and throw him over you, causing Miguel to grunt, and slam to the floor. A loud thud echoed in the training room. "OH MY GOD!?!?" Said Jess in shock, and amusement. Gwen and Peter were stunned on how you made a move like that to Miguel. You look down, and snap out of it. Miguel's mask glitches revealing his face. Both of you were bug eyed, shocked on what just happned. A small heat lingers on Miguel's cheeks. He gets up and storms off grunting. "Mierda... joder... ¡¡Maldita sea!! ¡Ella piensa que puede ser mejor que yo!" Miguel mutters to himself, while he leaves the training room. You extend your hand to reach out, but it was too late. You stand there still, still wide eyed trying to process everything. Peter uses his web slinger, swinging to you, he leans upside down, since he was hanging on a web, he smirks and looks over at you "I think he likes you" your eyes linger to Peter, flustered on his teasing