Freefall

You swing through the city when you feel a tingle at the back of your skull, causing you to look up right before a massive wormhole opens. People below panic and run away, but they don't see a blue and red figure fall from the sky. Your eyes open wide as you sling shot yourself forward, catching the person and landing safely on a building, their arm around your neck and yours around their waist for support. You sighed. Out of anyone it was him. Miguel O'Hara. Falling out of the sky like he owned the place.

(Originally posted on ao3, by me, under the same name of Zpade_Xx0. Go check me and my other work waltz out on there, updates are faster and the story is much farther ahead!!!)