Being Human â Part 1
Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader
Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.
AN: This is technically my first Dark Angel story, since I wrote Part 1 of this before "Bullseye." It will be four parts. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Summary: Youâve managed to keep things playful and friendly with Alec so far, despite his flirtatious nature. But when he asks you for a favor that goes painfully awry, the transgenic has to figure out something that wasnât in his training: how to apologize. [Set during 2.06]
Word Count: 5,000
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Tension, angst, spiciness, implied smut.
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Part 1: Training Day
As sad as it is, this is probably your favorite place in the world.
Crash is as divey as a dive bar can get. And yet, it still boasts the strongest, cheapest drinks in Seattle. The music is decent, and the company is good. At least tonight it is, because youâve met up with Max, Original Cindy, and Sketchy after a long day of slinging packages.
The only problem?
The newest member of Jam Pony, slinking up from the corner of your eye and easing into the seat next to you at the bar.
You turn an expectant gaze to Alec McDowell and his flirtatious green eyes. They take in your jeans and halter top with an obvious perusal.Â
âCan I help you?â you ask dryly.
âNo, no. Itâs what I can do for you,â he replies. Youâre about to roll your eyes when he adds, âLet me buy you a beer. Or whatever youâre drinking.â
Just then, the bartender slides you the beer youâve already ordered. You thank him and give Alec a smile.
âGot it covered, thanks,â you reply, sipping the froth off your drink.
Alec sighs and crosses his arms. âWhen are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?â
âWhen Iâm not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,â you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls youâve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.
Alec scoffs and holds his chest.
âThatâs hurtful,â he claims. âIt really is.â
But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.
Damn, he smells good, you think.
âBesides,â he says, âI always save the best for last.â
His smile makes your heart beat faster, though you eye him wryly. He opens his smartass mouth to say something else, but you get a reprieve when Original Cindy slides into the seat on your other side. She tosses you a wink.
It gives you just enough confidence to smirk in Alecâs face.
âKeep trying. Maybe someday Iâll lose my mind,â you say, with a teasing raise of brows.
Alec is still amused as he shakes his head. âYouâre unbelievable. Insulting, yet, still somehow endearing.â
âDonât wanna get clowned, donât act like a clown,â you tell him sweetly.Â
âI know thatâs right,â Cindy quips. She orders a Cosmo to upgrade her beer. She mustâve won a bet tonight, if she was able to score enough cash for liquor.
âHilarious,â Alec says. He pouts a little. âHey, Iâm not some mongrel on the loose. Iâm just looking for some honest companionship.â
âHonest?â you laugh. âNow thatâs hilarious.â
He gives you a fake laugh, but he watches you go when you slip away from him to join Max and Sketchy in the back room by the pool table. Alecâs smile fades a little.
Cindy raises a brow at him, along with a tan finger.
âNo,â she says. âYou actually crushinâ on homegirl? For real?â
Alec glances at her. âWhereâd you get that idea?â
She gives him a flat look.
âShould I burn some sage?â she asks.
Alec shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
âCome on. I think Max is calling us over.â
When the two of them venture over to where you and Max are playing a game of pool, Alecâs cocky smile is back. His eyes catch yours when he sits down at a nearby table. Your lips curve while you lean on your pool cue.
For the past few weeks, this is how itâs always been with you and Alec. Push and pull. A sort of caustic flirtation that you canât in good conscience take seriously. But to his credit, he always tries.
And he seems to always mean it.Â
Youâll never admit it, but itâs getting harder and harder for you to resist the pull of him. Heâs clearly a guy who doesnât do attachments, and you have a bad habit of getting attached. Your life is hard enough without adding a dash of heartbreak into the mix.
So Max helps you sharpen your skills at this game while you finish your beer. AndâŠmaybe you âunintentionallyâ tease Alec a little with the curve of your ass when youâre bent over the table, lining up a shot.
In fairness, youâre a bit tipsy.
You spend the rest of the night drinking two more beers and laughing and losing the gameâfirst to Max, then to Alec, and finally to Sketchy. By then, you know itâs time to cut your losses.
You haul your backpack onto your shoulder and start to head out of the bar. But who should slip into your way than Alec freakinâ McDowell?
âHey, Iâve got a quick question for you,â he says.
You sigh. âAlec, the usual sniping was fun, but Iâm tired and I want to go home.â
He stops you with a touch on your arm. He seems slightly more serious.
âItâs a favor,â he says, pulling out a small rectangular package wrapped in plain brown paper. You look down at it in confusion.
âI saw on the work chart that youâre scheduled to go over to Sector 4 tomorrow,â he says. âWould you mind delivering this for me?â
Your brows raise at him. He raises $20 in front of your face.
âIâll make it worth your while,â he smiles.
You take the $20 and the package, though youâre still a little uncertain.
âWhatâs in it?â
Alec leans in close to your ear. âIâll give you an extra $10 if you donât ask.â
His voice washes over you and makes your skin prickle. Youâre blushing, but your eyes narrow at him further.
âMake it $20,â you counter.
He scoffs. Though after a momentâŠhe coughs up the extra cash.
âThe most expensive damn delivery Iâve never made,â he mutters.
You have to crane your neck a bit, as he stands over a head taller than you, but you smile up at him brightly.
âPleasure doing business with you,â you say.
For him, maybe the expense was worth it to get that smile.
You pull up on your bike to what you think is the right address. You donât usually come to this side of town, even in Sector 4.
It feels a bit like a shanty town and a meat packing district all at onceâcomplete with dodgy-looking street vendors and unmarked vans loading and unloading cargo behind them.Â
âCan I help you, little girl?â
You stifle a gasp as your path is suddenly obstructed. A black man and his two white friends have crowded around your bike, but they donât look normal. Various metal spikes and prods protrude from their faces, neck, and body, but theyâre not your typical piercings. The metal is fused into their skin.
Oh shit, you think, as your heartrate picks up. Steelheads.
âIâm just making a delivery,â you tell them. Your eyes dart to your surroundings, trying to catch anyoneâs gaze for a little help.
But in big cities like this, everyone knows to keep their eyes down.
Donât look, donât tell. Donât get any trouble.
âI think you might be lost, love,â says one of the other men. Heâs British, by the sound of his accent, and is the taller of the two. His skin is pale, though thereâs a red ring under his eyes that suggests drugs, or whatever else these three are injecting into themselves.
âUhh, yeah. I must be. Iâll just go,â you nod, and you start to back up. The ringleader Brit clamps a bony hand on your bike to stop you. He grabs the scrap of paper Alec gave you, which holds the address for your intended delivery.
The Steelhead examines it lazily, before his gaze flicks back up to yours.
âWell, well. I stand corrected,â he says. He gestures to the small package in your hands. âWhatâs in it?â
You shrug and try to play off your ignorance. Because the truth is, you have no idea.
âItâs not my job to know,â you reply.
âAh, but you see, itâs our business to know,â the Brit says, leaning in towards you. You lean back with pursed lips.
âThis is our little piece of paradise,â says the shortest one. His lips are damn near purple.
âWeâre what you callâŠterritorial,â says the leader. He grabs you off your bike while the first man takes the package from you.
âHey, I donât want any trouble,â you say, though you hate the way your voice shakes. âI can just goââ
âOh, weâll let you go, little mouse. Youâre gonna give a message back to sender,â the Brit says. âBut first, a reminder.â
He shoves you back into the nearest wall. Itâs solid brick that stuns a gasp out of you. He presses in on you, grabbing your face and dragging a sharp, unnaturally long nail against your cheek, biting into the skin.
Itâs painful enough to make you whimper as you feel wetness drip down to your neck. His friends laugh at your discomfort, at your fear. Youâre too frozen to reach for the pepper spray in your pocketâŠ
âWhatâs going on here?â another man asks. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a black uniform. For the first time in your life, youâre grateful to see a cop.
The Steelhead releases you, and the three of them are subtle in the way they back off from you.
âNothing here, officer,â the leader says. Though he gives you a smirk. âJust accepting a delivery.â
You let them keep the package and pretend that a signature has made it onto your clipboard. You climb back onto your bike and you leave Sector 4 without looking back. All the while, your arms shake and you wipe at the blur of tears in your eyes.
When you get back to the Jam Pony base of operations (a warehouse that feels like a basement), you park your bike out front and head inside.
Your legs still feel precarious. And even though the blood is dry against the cut on your cheek, you know you need to clean and disinfect it at some point.
Of course, you have to run into Alec and Sketchy, who are palling around without a care in the world.
That all stops when they turn to look at you. Their mirth dies on their faces. Alecâs gaze runs over you and stops at your cheek. You dab at your face, tentative and self-conscious. You know you must look like hell. Of course, they canât let you just go to your locker in peace.
âJeez, what the hell happened to you?â Sketchy asks.
You shake your head. âFell into a bush.â
You drag Alec aside by his arm, giving him a warning look that further lets him know youâre lying. He follows you without complaint over to the lockers, where you two have the semblance of privacy. Before he can ask you what really happened, you snap at him.
âWhat the hell was in that package?â you ask. âDrugs? A weapon? Some other contraband? Do you know what couldâve happened to me if Iâd gotten caught with that shit? Do you know what almostâŠâ
Tears burgeon in your eyes all over again, and you have to take a deep, shaky breath.Â
Alecâs brows furrow in what might actually be concern. He grasps your arm, gentle but firm.Â
âHey, tell me what happened,â he says.
Unconsciously, his grip on your arm makes the memory flash in your mind: of that pale, greasy man grabbing you and pinning you against the wall.
You shrug out of Alecâs hold more harshly than you meant to. It makes him raise a placating hand, as his eyes widen a fraction.
âA gaggle of Steelheads,â you say. You breathe tremulously, blinking past your tears. âI was luckyâŠanyway. Next time you want to ask me for a favor? Donât.â
 You brush past Alec to get to your locker. There you grab the rest of your things and head out, though itâs quite a few hours before closing time. Nothing gets by Normal, who stops you at the reception desk.
âHey, hey, Missy! Where the hellâre you going?â he asks. âGet back here. Iâve got packages that need homes.â
âIâm taking some much needed PTO,â you quip.
âYou donât have PTO. Itâs not that kind of business,â Normal says.
âThen bite me,â you snap. âHowâs that?â
Most of the room stills into quiet shock. You feel the weight of their gazes, your coworkers and friends, including Normalâs slackened face.
Youâre normally not one to talk back. You accept your assignments without question, not wanting to cause undue trouble for yourself. Like everyone else here, you need your job, and you have nothing to fall back on.
But itâs enough, and youâre thoroughly done with today.
Your saving grace is that itâs plain to see how shaken up you are, even when you leave. Alec approaches the receptionist desk with Sketchy, drumming his hand on the counter absently.Â
âWhat the hell crawled up her keister?â Normal remarks. âSheâs lucky Iâm short staffed right now, or sheâd be in the can.â
Despite his strong talk, he resumes collecting paperwork and organizing files to distract himself from how much youâd taken him aback.
Alec frowns.
âShe uh, had to deal with some Steelheads,â he offers, and hesitates. â...What the hellâs a Steelhead?â
âYeah, you know, theyâre into implants and biotech stuff,â Sketchy explains.
âShe would know better than to hang out with those low lives,â Normal interjects. âTheyâre amped off their gourds on hormones and who knows what else.â
Alec processes that with a deepening frown. He decides to head out onto his next âdelivery.â
He makes it to Sector 4 on his bike within an hour, but he still envies Maxâs motorcycle. When he racks up enough cash, heâs definitely scoring a faster ride.
For now, he pulls up near the address he sent you to earlier. He never shouldâve given you his drugs to sell, especially when he clearly doesnât know this city well enough yet.
Poor reconnaissance, Alec, he thinks. Sloppy.
Though when did he start to think of himself as Alec and not by his designation, 494?
Heâs soon taken out of his musings when he sees a gaggle of three men outside a cargo van. Each of them is uglier than the last, with metal spikes, among other things sticking out from their bodies. Steelheads. Theyâve got to be.
These are the guys who harassed you.
âExcuse me, gentlemen,â Alec says, climbing off his bike. The men turn to the newcomer with suspicious frowns.
âIâm looking for three fugly Steelheads that hassled a friend of mine this morning,â he says.
One is tall, pale and wiry, and he opens his arms wide. âWell, you found âem.â
He has a British accent. The sight of him alone grates on Alec, though all he shows is calm confidence. He teases the short one, who seems to be missing an arm. Apparently heâs âpre-op,â set to get a new cyber arm made of Japanese steel.
Fucking wackos, Alec thinks. Manticore could learn a thing or two from these guys about mutilation.
âHereâs the thing, fellas,â Alec says. âMy friend was carrying a package that didnât belong to her. It belonged to me. You guys took it, and I need to get it back.â
The first man scoffs. âThere seems to be a breakdown in communication, doesnât it?â
He approaches Alec, hands on his hips, with his two cronies behind him. Alec can already smell their stench from where he stands. He doesnât need them to get any closer.
âMaybe your little bitch didnât relay our message,â he says, pushing his luck.
Alecâs smile sharpens; a deadly warning in and of itself.
âNobody around here sells Andy but us,â says another of them.
Androxtamine. Alec didnât care to be a drug dealer. It was just a means to an end in order to pay Max back for her help a little while back. Now, his buyer is pissed that he didnât get his damn drugs, and Alec is out $500.
He tries to explain that calmly to this group of weirdos, but the leader is just so damn cocky.
âWhatâs a puff like you need with $500 anyway, eh?â he asks.
Alecâs smirk deepens. He mimics the guyâs accent and replies, âActually, I need it for a ride on your mum.â
Well, the Steelheads donât take too kindly to that. They try their best, Alec will hand it to them. But his genetics and training make the resulting âfightâ no more than childâs play. He takes his frustrations out of their asses.
He canât help being slightly more brutal than necessary when he remembers the fear lingering behind your eyes. The bloody cut on your cheek. The way it couldâve been so much worseâŠ
And it wouldâve been your fault. Alecâs lips press into a line.
Logan Cale, Maxâs rich non-boyfriend and secret âEyes Onlyâ vigilante, calls Alec halfway through his venting session to, surprisingly, ask for his help.
Alec agrees, because itâs mainly for Max. A creature has been killing cops in Seattle. Unfortunately, the description of a âman-dogâ sounds way too much like Joshua, their fellow transgenic in hiding.
It also means Alec has to spend most of his afternoon in a musty sewer.
The job ends up being a bitch and a half, even when Max finally shows up to help out. The true culprit ends up being Joshuaâs brother, Isaac, who Joshua is forced to stop before he kills any more policemen who remind him of Manticoreâs abusive guards.
The gentle Joshua ends up having to take out his own brother. Something thatâs both familiar, and foreign to Alec. (But heâs sure itâs not so foreign to Max.)
Itâs a harrowing scene, and a touch too emotional for Alecâs comfort. He leaves Max to tend to Joshua in the aftermath and catches a ride home with Logan. Somehow though, as bone tired and grimy as he feels, Alec canât feel right about going home just yet.
Something is niggling in the back of his mind, forcing him to hand Logan a scrap of paper that holds your address. (Alec mightâve snuck into Normalâs office before he left for the day to find out where you lived on your employee file.)
âHey, can you stop at this address?â Alec asks.
Logan glances at the piece of paper and nods. He then looks over at Alec. They arenât friends, but Logan is perceptive enough to know that somethingâs weighing on his passenger.
âEverything okay?â Logan asks.
âThereâs something I have to do,â Alec supplies.
When they eventually arrive to what seems like an abandoned building, Logan looks over at Alec.
âGood luck,â he offers.
Alec nods gratefully. They arenât friends, but he supposes Loganâs not so bad, even if he is a slave to Maxâs supposed charms.
Alec gets out of the car and head inside the building. Itâs old and dirty, and he really canât believe you live like this. It lacks security and basic hygiene. If he wanted to, he could kick straight through your door with half of his strength.
Instead, he knocks.
A few moments later, he hears your feet padding cautiously to the door.
âWho is it?â you ask. Your voice is familiar and pleasant to his ears, if nervous.
âItâs me, Alec,â he replies.
It takes a second of your hesitation, but you unlock the door and open it.
He eyes your tank-top and shorts, the thin bra, your damp hair, the smell of your shampoo assaulting his heightened senses.Â
But the jagged red line across your cheek draws his attention, along with the confusion in your eyes, and the wooden spoon in your hand. Was that supposed to be your weapon of choice?Â
âWhatâre you doing here?â you ask. âHowâd you even know where I live?â
âAh, I told Normal I wanted to check on you. Make sure you werenât going AWOL on the job tomorrow,â Alec says with a teasing smile.
You look a bit skeptical, but you let him in when he asks if he can. He smells whatever youâre cooking, spots the metal pot of pasta sauce simmering on the janky-looking stove, and his mouth starts to water. Heâs starving, now that he thinks about it.
He then focuses on taking in the rest of the apartmentâŠand it doesnât take him long. This place is a shoebox.
At least itâs clean, as much as the peeling drywall can be.
âWhyâre you here then?â you ask. Alec turns to see you have a hand on your hip. Youâre staring at him like heâs a puzzle youâre trying to figure out.
You set down the wooden spoon on the counter and face him. Alecâs tempted to brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes, but he keeps his arms down to his sides instead.
âAbout what happened today,â he says. âThose guys arenât going to be a problem for you again.â
You tilt your head at him.
âWhatâd you do?â you ask with furrowed brows. âSomething shy of legal?â
Alec starts to smile. âMaybe.â
You hmph in response. âCanât say Iâm surprised.â
Alec barely resists rolling his eyes, though he knows he deserves that. Once again, he takes in your apartment. Itâs cozy, he supposes, if small.
âYou live alone?â he asks. âNo roommate? Boyfriend?â
âI donât see how itâs any of your business,â you say dryly. âBut no. To both.âÂ
That satisfies him, and yet thereâs a little churn in his gut. This place is questionable at best. Doesnât exactly boast decent security. Heâs not too worried about the Steelheads trying to find you, but after the past few months outside of Manticore, he realizes how rough itâs become for humanity after the Pulse, especially for a woman alone.
âYou could use a doorman around here,â he remarks.Â
You scoff in amusement. âYeah, well. It may not be the Ritz, but as long as the heater doesnât crap out on me, itâs a decent day.âÂ
Alec doesnât know what the Ritz is, but it sounds nicer than this dump.Â
You catch the silent look of judgment on his face, making you frown and cross your arms.
âI can take care of myself just fine, okay, Dad?â
Alec frowns and gestures to your face. âYeah. Right. Youâre little miss Fight Club.â
That sparks your temper. You glare up at him with a defiant tilt to your chin.
âThis,â you point to your marred cheek, âwouldnât have happened if it werenât for you. Iâm not an idiot. I donât put myself in stupid situations, except for that one time I ignored my better judgment to help you!â
Alec glowers back at you, but he knows he doesnât have a good defense. You take a step into his orbit and tap a finger into his chest.
âAnd by the way,â you add. Your voice cracks like a whip. âWhoever taught you how to apologize did a bang up job!â
By the end of your little rant, youâre breathing deeply, and Alec is barely holding onto his own temper. What cuts through it all are the frustrated tears brimming in your eyes.
He sighs internally.
They didnât exactly cover this in training, he thinks, but he supposes that's justâŠBeing Human 101.
All too soon, your anger dims into defensiveness. You withdraw from him and gesture to the door.
âNow if you donât mind, please get out of my shithole apartment so I can finish cooking in peace,â you gripe.
âWait, wait,â Alec implores, when you try to lead him out. He lets you back him up a step or two, just to seem human, but now he digs his heels in. He looks down at you with true regret.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says. His hand finds your unmarred cheek, caressing softly. His thumb swipes across your skin. âI am. I shouldn't have asked you to make that delivery. I'm sorry you got hurt.â
You stare up at him, breathing labored, and making your breasts just barely brush his sternum. Your eyes search his just as much as he is yours. Â
He isnât actually sure who moves first, him or you. But when his lips meet yours, it feels like electricity under his skin. Itâs magnets that are meant to connectâitâs his arms wrapping around your waist like steel bands and you grabbing his face, sinking your fingers into his sandy brown hair.
Itâs teeth clicking and tongues warring as he backs you up to the kitchen counter, and he hefts you up there by your hips.
You squeal in surprise, making Alec chuckle before he swallows your sounds with his mouth.
You start to push his jacket off his shoulders, and he helps you, letting the rest of it slide right off, followed by his shirt and your tank top. His hands smooth up your bare thighs and his thumbs dip in between, squeezing near the apex of your thighs and making you tremble against his chest. Warmth pools in your core even from that simple touch.
âW-Wait,â you whisper.Â
It makes Alec pause. His muscles tense. Has he read you wrong?Â
He searches your face for a sign of discomfort. If you donât want this, itâll beâŠhard, at this point (for more reasons than one). But if he has to, heâll let you go.
Heâs relieved when you only twist away for a moment to turn off the stove. You return to him with a smile as your hands come to rest on his chest. You bite your lower lip.Â
âShall we continue?â he teases.Â
His thumb encourages you to let go of your lip. He takes your chin between his fingers and guides you back to him.
The next kiss burns with a slower passion. One that consumes you enough to hook your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips.Â
He grins against your lips and lifts you again, this time holding you firmly against him. You make another sound of surprise, but you donât let that stop you from delving deeper into his kiss.Â
He carries you into the bedroom and slams the rickety door.
Afterwards, the two of you lay together on the wrong side of your bed.Â
Alec lies on his stomach and you on your back. The night had gotten such that you stopped caring which side you typically put your pillow on. Your hair is fanned out on the mattress in many tangles he took pride in creating.
A shitty show plays on your small TV, but Alec is watching with rapt attention.Â
Heâs kind of cute about it actually, you think. Like heâs never seen a soap opera before.Â
âOoh, that oneâs my favorite,â you point backwards. âItâs about a sexy doctor, obviously.â
âRight, because Iâm sure doctors always have this much sex with their patients,â Alec quips.Â
You snort and shake your head. You stare at the side of his face for a moment, rather than the TV.Â
The back of his hand rubs against your shoulder, earning your attention.Â
âWhatâre you thinking?â he asks. Heâs still looking at the screen.
âThat Iâm even hungrier now, but I donât feel like getting up,â you admit with a giggle. He laughs.
âI wouldnât mind some chow,â he says.Â
You roll onto your stomach, taking some of the sheets with you when your knee slides over, resting against his naked lower back. You lean your chin on his shoulder as your hand travels across his back.Â
âIs that your way of inviting yourself over for dinner?â you ask.Â
He looks over at you then. Heâs grinning, but his eyes are a touch softer, you think.
âIf you donât mind me crashing,â he says.
You shake your head and sift your fingers through his hair. Your gaze drifts down the back of his neck and catches on a strange mark. Itâs a barcode, you realize, touching it lightly with two fingers.Â
âWhatâs this? A prison tat?â you tease.Â
He chuckles humorlessly. âSort of.â
Your amusement fades, but your soft fingers along the back of his neck elicit a small shiver out of him. Your touch is gentle. He isnât used to gentle, and it makes goosebumps spread across his skin. He feels your lips press a kiss to his shoulder next, and he turns his head to look at you.Â
Beautiful, he thinks, taking in your face again, and the hint of cleavage down the sheets covering you, hiding the familiar curves he had all too much fun exploring.
âYou gonna tell me the story?â you ask. âOr save it for a rainy day?â
Alec lets out a sigh through his nose. âLetâs pencil that one under the âRainyâ column.â
You nod in agreement and bite your lip. These days, everyone has a story theyâre not proud of. Even something that keeps them up at night. You donât press Alec for his.
Heâs grateful for that. He leans in and kisses you, nice and slow.
From the beginning, he noticed you. Your tenacity. Your quiet confidence. How youâre always willing to help your friends, and how youâve never taken any of his shit, even if he knew part of you had been contemplating his suggestive offers. That spark always kept him coming back for moreâŠand somehow, it became more.
In the back of his mind, this scares him a little. Being with you feels dangerous in a way that feels both familiar and foreign, but itâs too late. Heâs been hooked by the pull of you. Itâs a craving he canât help but try and fill. Hopefully, not just tonight. Â
âYou said something about food?â he grins.
You smile and lean in again, until youâre mere inches from his lips.Â
âHmm, impromptu dinner date?â you offer. Alec laughs quietly and nods.
âWe kinda went about this backwards,â you say, âbut if you like spaghetti and plain sauce, Iâm your girl.â
He smirks at that, and thumbs at your chin.
âThen youâre my girl.â
AN: And there's Part 1! It's only my second time writing Alec, so I hope he feels in character. Let me know what you think of this little series so far. đđ
There's much more in store over the next three parts, and the next one tackles perhaps my favorite episode (2.11), even if it's the most gutting.
Next Time:
âAll right, thatâs enough outta you,â Alec says, and he claims you with a more demanding kiss. His fingers sink into your hair tightly. Â
But you press your hand to his cheek, making him pause for a moment. The amusement fades from his eyes the longer he stares into yours. Youâre not teasing or joking anymore.Â
You kiss him then with meaning. With tenderness.Â
You donât know how it makes that coil of guilt grip him like a vice.
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My OC but I can't draw - The Widow
Maitreyi Jokhar (she/her & South Indian), Earth-206202, Present day, Spider-man/Black Widow (kind of) variant
I doubt anyone's gonna see this, but if you do and you like my character, let me know, cuz idk whether I should try to write stuff about her like other creators on Tumblr or if I should just keep her within the confinement of my mind lol.
Summary: She's basically the Black Widow if she was Spider-man and Indian. She went through a very similar process as the MCU Black Widow when it comes to her backstory. As for her suit, I got inspiration from Cindy Moon/Silk Spider and she basically wears a black face mask with a silver and black suit with straight black pants/jeans over them. She has her black hair pulled back in a braid that falls to her mid-back with curtain bangs to frame her face. For her backstory, I tried to make it as accurate to the MCU universe as I could because shes a product of H.Y.D.R.A, and I also tried to follow the storyline of ATSV but if there are any mistakes, please correct me! I made her bisexual and it'll briefly mention that below too. I'm going to ship her with Hobie Brown, cuz I'm obsessed with him, so some of that will be down as well. If you have any feedback or anything, that would be greatly appreciated, because I'm still pretty new to Tumblr and this is my first Spider-sona/OC! Also, if anyone can think of a better name for her, please let me know, cuz "The Widow" feels kind of cliche, lol.
This is a MEDIUM-LENGTH POST (About 1.2k words)
Backstory, Personality, Looks, Relationship, Fighting Style and Canon Events are all under the cut! đ
I think I gave her too much trauma but whatever, character development and all that great stuff :p
Backstory:
Kidnapped and sold into child trafficking at the age of 5
Eventually forced into the Red Room/Black Widow Program from the ages of 7-14(the same one that Scarlett Johansson's Black Widow was subject to)
In this universe, the Red Room Program is an extension of Hydra
Chosen to be part of one of Hydra's new super-soldier experiments at the age of 15 after hundreds of failed attempts at replicated the super-serum used on Captain America during WWII
Gave her the same powers as the normal Spider-man except she has a limited amount of webs and has fangs which inject extremely deadly venom
Continued to be trained by Hydra until the age of 16, when the Avengers of her universe were finally able to find the base and invade it
Captain America/Steve Rogers of her universe took her in and treated her like a daughter, because she reminded him of Bucky who he lost in the war
She became an Avenger until her universe's version of Avengers Infinity War happened, except they weren't able to bring everyone back, and they were only able to get rid of the infinity stones
Half of the universe disappeared, including most of her Avenger friends
The world blamed superheroes for this and superheroes were no longer revered in this universe and were instead hated
She gave up her mask until she was eventually recruited by Miguel at the age of 18, only a few months after she gave it up
Looks:
I can't draw her out but this is what I imagine her to look like in my head
Fairly short, about 5'5ish
Black hair that she pulls back into a loose braid that falls to her mid-back with curtain bangs framing her face
Medium brown skin cuz she's South Indian, so probably an almond brown color with big dark brown eyes and long lashes
Wears a black face mask instead of a normal Spider-man mask, kind of like Silk/Cindy Moon's
Her suit is a black and silver spider-man suit and she wears straight black pants, kind of like straight jeans over them.
Has a big silver spider emblem on her back
Fingerless gloves to make it easier to stick onto walls
Has a side pocket in her pants where she hides a knife given to her by her version of Aunt May (expanded on in the canon events section of the post below)
Personality:
Cold, and doesn't really like to open up to people because of her trauma
When she does open up it comes out very emotionally and she kind of bursts
She has anger issues, and can get pretty heated, especially if she's performed badly during a mission or missed a punch during a fight
She beats herself up over little things, and expects perfection from herself (trauma)
She has a punching bag for this reason and she's always in the conditioning/training area of the Spider Society, trying to be better, to be the best
Despite this, she's really gentle and quiet around people she cares about (Hobie, Margo, Pav, etc...)
Doesn't enjoy physical touch unless its from someone she really cares about or feels safe around
Her love language is physical touch and quality time and if she's around someone she cares about, she'll constantly be touching them, whether its holding their hand, holding their finger or having her arm around their waist
Doesn't crack jokes like the average spider-man, has a very dry sense of humor when she does make jokes
Once someone get really close to her, she'll never let them go, always being really clingy and hugging on to them, cuz shes afraid of losing them like she lost everyone else
She never got the chance to be a kid, so she can seem a little clingy and childish at times.
She tries hard not to be, but its so difficult when she's so afraid of being alone again
Fighting Style:
She's very acrobatic
She tends to fight differently than the average Spider-person because she was trained to be more of an assassin
Uses anything in the environment she can get her hands on, like sticks, knives, sharp rocks, even pencils
Shes very handy with guns
Stopped holding back her punches after her canon event (expanded on in the canon events section of this post below)
Relationships:
After joining the Spider-Society, she met Hobie Brown and fell head over heels for him, although she would never admit it
He reminded her of Captain America/Steve cuz of how vocal Hobie is about his values and beliefs
Steve was the same way and she always admired that so it fueled her crush on Hobie
They became friends shortly after she arrived
She told Hobie about how people in her universe don't like superheroes after what happened and he immediately asked her if she wanted to stay with him in his dimension instead
She got very flustered but eventually said yes and now she stays in his spare room
He's trying to teach her how to play the guitar, but she's not that good at it
But she has a really nice singing voice
Sometimes she'll sit down next to Hobie when he plays the guitar and softly sing along to the music with her head on her knees
Its comforting for her and she likes being around him
Maitreyi isn't ACAB like Hobie, but she supports him either way, going with him to protests and being in the audience when his band plays
Since she was brought up in present-day she doesn't have as many bad experiences with racism as he does, but she, as a brown-skinned individual, has dealt with it before
She found that after moving to Brooklyn, there was a lot of prejudice against dark-skinned people, especially since she lived in the upscale, predominantly white neighborhood with her version of Aunt May
Because of this, she can somewhat relate to him, but not on the same level
Maitreyi also became close with Margo Kess/Spider-byte
They clicked when they first met
Margo likes to show Maitreyi all the cool tech she makes because her universe is a lot more advanced than Maitreyi's
She loves silently sitting in the corner while Margo works because she feels safe with her
She and Pavitr immediately clicked when they first met
Hobie introduced her to him and she was absolutely in awe of this optimistic, colorful young man who was basically the exact opposite of her in personality terms
They're both South Indian so they quickly bonded over their shared culture
Despite Maitreyi being South Indian, she does speak some Hindi, along with German, English and Russian
She doesn't speak her mother-tongue or even know what it is because she was taken from her parents so young, but she tried to learn Hindi after moving to Brooklyn because she wanted to be closer to her culture
Pav and Maitreyi talk in Hindi to each other sometimes, which confused Hobie whenever he's with them
She looks up to Miguel O'Hara
She thinks he's a good leader and aspires to be like him, even though she hates his justification of canon events
They have similar powers (they both have fangs) and he taught her how to talk without showing her fangs so she can be less intimidating
She likes Mexican food and they often go to the cafeteria together to eat empanadas and etc...
Both of them enjoy silence and quality time, so when they do get food together, they don't talk, they just quietly enjoy the vibes
Its the same with Jess Drew
She thinks she's freaking awesome
Jess was Maitreyi's mentor, similarly to how she was Gwen's mentor in ATSV
Jess taught her how to drive a motorcycle and she fell in love with it
Sometimes when she needs to blow off steam, she'll ask Jess to take her motorcycle out for a drive (She'll always say yes)
She does NOT like Peter B. Parker
She doesn't find him funny and doesn't like his vibes
She doesn't appreciate the fact that he brings his baby on dangerous missions, because she has a major spot spot for children
She DOES however love Mayday
She especially loves babysitting her with Hobie and watching him play with her
She finds it very comforting and sometimes she'll find herself staring at Hobie, just admiring his features and his voice and has to snap herself back to reality before he notices
He 100% has no idea about her major crush on him because he's kind of dense about those things
Also she's not vocal about it and tries her best to be inconspicuous about how attracted she is to him
Canon Events:
Maitreyi's first canon event was the experiment in which she gained her powers
It functions as her version of the "Spider-bite"
Her second canon event was losing Gwen Stacy
After being saved from H.Y.D.R.A. by the Avengers, she tried to live her life out as a normal teenager, under the protection of the S.H.I.E.L.D.
S.H.I.E.L.D wanted her to assimilate with the public quickly in order to prevent the possibility of her falling under the influence of H.Y.D.R.A again, and believed that by engaging with people her age and creating emotional connections, it wouldn't happen
They allowed her to use her powers to protect Brooklyn as they wanted her to hone her abilities in a safe way, while also being able to ward off the possibility of Kingpin, Green Goblin or any of the other New York villains becoming Avengers-level threats
She was given a new name, Mary-Jane Watson, and sent to live in Brooklyn under the protection of May Parker, a retired S.H.I.E.L.D agent
She met Gwen Stacy at Brooklyn High and fell in love with her
They dated for a few months and Gwen quickly found out that she was Spider-woman
Maitreyi lost Gwen Stacy during a battle with her nemesis, Norman Osborne/Green Goblin
Maitreyi dropped out of school immediately after Gwen's death and turned her attention toward becoming a full-time Avenger
She also got rid of the alias, Mary-Jane Watson, because she wasn't fond of it in the first place and started using her original name instead
Her third canon event was losing her mentor, Steve Rogers/Captain America
In her universe's version of MCU Infinity War, where Thanos collected all the infinity stones, they were only able to stop him by killing him
Thanos destroyed the stones right before he died, and dusted away 50% of the population
Iron Man/Tony Stark was one of those 50% and therefore, they were never able to travel back in time to get the stones or do any of the things that happened in MCU Endgame
Steve Rogers was one of the people who was snapped away as well and Maitreyi held his hand as he died
Her fourth canon event was giving up her mask
Only a week after Thanos happened, she threw away her mask and went back to live with May, who was perfectly willing to house her
About two months after she gave up her mask, Miguel approached her and asked to recruit her to the Spider-Society
At first she was hesitant, but she accepted, taking back her mask and once again becoming, The Widow
This is all before the events of ATSV by the way, I have no idea how I'm gonna introduce her to ATSV-Gwen Stacy or Miles yet lol
You must be exhausted from reading all this, so here's a Hobie to refresh you!
Definitely one of my favorite pictures of him, he's so gorgeous mwah
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