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sunmafiber · 1 year ago
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Demystifying the Fiber Identifier: Unveiling the Secrets of Light Measurement
Specialized equipment used to measure the strength of light signals in optical fibers is known as an optical power meter. Optical power meter measures optical power quantitatively in quantities such as watts (W) or decibels (dBm), providing vital insights into the performance and health of optical networks.
Operation and components: Optical power meters are made up of a photodetector, which transforms light into electrical signals, and a display unit, which displays the measured power. The wavelength range of the light signals to be monitored determines the photodetector, which is often a silicon or indium gallium arsenide diode.
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Optical power meters can measure wavelengths ranging from visible light to infrared, encompassing the most widely used wavelengths in fiber optic communication systems. Some sophisticated versions additionally have replaceable detectors, which allow users to adapt to varied wavelength ranges.
Optical Power Meter Applications: Installation and upkeep: Optical power meters are essential during the installation and maintenance of fiber optic networks for evaluating signal strength, assuring proper splicing and connectorization, and resolving network faults. They assist technicians in identifying power losses or abnormal power levels, allowing them to take remedial action as soon as possible. Optical light source is also of great use.
Network Monitoring: In live optical networks, continual monitoring of optical power levels is required to identify signal deterioration, fiber breakage, and other abnormalities that might influence overall network performance. Optical power meters monitor power in real-time, assisting network operators in identifying possible faults and taking proactive actions to ensure network integrity.
Choosing an Optical Power Meter: Several considerations should be addressed while choosing an optical power meter:
Power Measurement Range: Choose a power meter that can manage a wide range of power levels, accommodating both high and low power signals seen in various fiber optic systems.
Accuracy and Resolution: To guarantee exact measurements, look for a power meter with good accuracy and resolution. The resolution of an instrument defines the lowest observable power change, whereas accuracy represents its overall dependability.
Features and connectivity: Consider the power meter's connectivity choices, such as USB, Bluetooth, or Wi-Fi, which can help with data transmission and remote control. Data logging, wavelength identification, and auto-calibration are all features that can improve usability. You can buy fiber identifier online.
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lightarts · 5 months ago
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Rainbows in the Room, do you feel me?
Prismatic rays of color....https://youtu.be/W-to_JE94QY?si=HYhAW5i3bVhsufKZ
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candidoptronix · 8 months ago
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Deviser's light source LS310A with VFL
Deviser's light source LS310A with #VFL are commonly used by #telecommunications service providers, network operators, and technicians to ensure the proper functioning and performance of optical communication networks.
Website- https://www.optronix.in
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internationaldayoflight · 2 years ago
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"Science for Everyone." oral presentation on Light and Light based technologies.
Active learning in Optics Group has planed a one day Optics workshop for International Islamic university female campus in Islamabad . The event will start with an oral presentation on "Light and Light based technologies". It will followed by demonstrations on • Different kinds of Light Sources like Sun, ordinary light, LEDs and Lasers, Properties of light • Scattering of Light • Reflection, refraction, transmission and total internal reflection • Proving laws of Geometrical optics, finding critical angle • Working principle of Fiber optics communication • Interference of light • Single and double slit diffraction • Measuring Stress with polarisers At the end we will do a hands on demonstration session.
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quixotical-lymbo · 1 month ago
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Pairing: Orion Pax x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Why did you agree to join Orion on a day out which promised a 'fun' time?  Warnings/Tags: SPOILERS for the transformers one movie, cybertronian reader, running from the law, awkward first kiss, forced bonding/j, flirting, banter, humor, acquaintances to friends to…?, and fluff.  Word Count: 1300+ words 
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"...find anything yet?" 
You jumped and juggled the recording in your servos. Gasping as it slipped between your digits a few times before you had a firm hold on it with both servos. You glared at the mech hanging over your shoulder, who rose his servos as he backed up from you. 
"No, nothing yet," You answered as you carefully placed the recording back in its original spot. Your optics ran over the many shelves and cases full of records, a huff left you as you turned to ask, "You?" 
"None," Orion took out a recording and discarded it carelessly. 
"...you know we should probably go," You stepped away from the shelf and approached Orion's back. You stopped just a few steps away from him, peering around his arm to see the mech filtering through the piles on the table. "Before we get caught again." 
"We won't get caught, stop being a wuss," Orion reassured with a laugh. 
"Hey! What are you two doing over there? Wait, is that Orion Pax again?!" 
The two of you shared horrified looks before scrambling from the records as the shouting officers demanded you two to stop. 
"I told you we would get caught!" You blew your top as you sprinted beside Orion. 
"And I'm telling you we won't-!" Optimus turned a corner and grunted when he slammed against a wall. 
"Dead end?" Optimus glanced up and saw the vents were boarded up. "Damn, they really prepared this time." 
"See? See? This is exactly why I should've listened to D to not come with you," You shook your digit at Orion before dropping your face into your palm. "We are going to get demoted for sure." 
"...halt!"
The approaching voices caused you to fret even more, but Orion was immune to the panic as he focused on finding a way out of this. He glanced around the corridor before his optics landed on a window. 
You felt something grab your wrist and before you could squeal you were pulled along. Your optics fell on the window that Orion was leading the both of you to and you began shaking your helm frantically. 
"No, no, no, don't you da-!" 
"Too late for that!" Orion pulled you close and shielded your frame with his as he rammed through the glass. 
A scream ripped from your intake as the two of you pummeled toward the ground, other cybertronians and the like zooming past the two of you.
Fortunately, the two of you landed on an overhang attached to a wall, the force ricocheted you both into breaking another window and falling inside of a building. Orion rolled with you in his arms for a few seconds until he rolled onto his back, then he unwrapped his arms from you. 
Out of breath and gasping for air, You and Orion gawked at each other for a moment before a giggle left your dermas. Orion couldn't hold back anymore and also broke out a fit of chuckles while you weakly dismounted from him and sat on the ground. Your optics observed the broken pieces of glass that led to the elevated window you two entered from.
It….was really high up, not even Orion seemed tall enough to reach it. 
 
"What did I say? We wouldn't get caught and here we are now! Not getting screamed at or forced to work another long hour of-" Orion faltered as did his optics observing your back. Him seeing your shoulders slump as well as the lack of your usual taunts spooked him. 
"...___? Is something wrong?" Orion got off of the ground and joined you by your side. He placed a servo on your shoulder and leaned forward to gauge your reaction. 
"Pax…" You began. "We're trapped." 
"What?" Orion's optics widened. 
"Look." 
So he did and he didn't like what he saw. 
Orion examined the building they were in and how dark it was. There wasn't any light sources other than the light streaming in from the window. Everything else was boarded up and the room appeared…abandoned to say the least. 
There were a few boxes and carts here and there, but other than those things it was fairly empty. 
"Scrap," Orion hissed. "Look, ___, I-" 
He turned to you and shut his trap up when you held up a servo. 
"It's fine, I expected things to go to scrap the moment I agreed to go on this 'outing,'" You curled your digits to make the 'quote-on-quote' gesture before dropping your arms. You turned on your heel strut and walked over to the nearest wall and slid down onto your aft. Orion watched you go, his face twisting with a flurry of emotions before he decided to sit beside you with his legs stretched out. 
"..." You couldn't find the strength to speak or entertain a conversation now of all times. You didn't hate Orion, or find him that annoying like every other bot did. In fact, you liked him, more than you were willing to admit to his face or D's (who had an inkling and brought it up one time–but you quickly shut that down before his smug ideas could land you in trouble). You curled your knees to your chassis and burrowed your helm in your arms.
"..."
"Soooo…you come here often?" 
You raised your helm enough to peek your optics out and give Orion a look.
He smiled back. 
"Yeah, I come here all the time when I want to avoid dumb idiots like a certain red and blue mech," You shot back as your tone came out harsher than intended. 
Orion halfheartedly giggled before shooting you with another ridiculous response, "I'm pretty positive that the red and blue mech doesn't mean any harm…and he's very very sorry." 
You couldn't hide the smile growing on your faceplate. Rolling your optics and making contact with the bigger mech's face, you played along with his game. "Oh, is that so? Because I don't think bringing me to a dark, scary place is an ideal first date I'd imagine us going on."
It was Orion's turn to look at you. Stunned as his cheeks flushed with a light hue. 
 "Well, I, uh…" 
You looked away and smirked at your win. Even if he laughed it off or rebuffed you, it was nice that you could make him shut up for once. 
"...I could take you somewhere nicer…for next time." 
You almost had a whiplash from how fast your helm turned on your shoulders. You studied Orion's face for any signs of this being some cruel joke, but nothing prepared you for the soft expression and heated gaze that allowed you to drink in all of its vulnerability. 
Oh….oh.
"I'd love that," You admitted, optics shying away from his intense gaze. You unfurled from the ball you curled in and placed your servos on the ground.  A relieved sigh rumbled from Orion's chassis as he turned his gaze to stare off into space, his servo slowly inching away from his side and toward yours. 
You flinched when something tapped your pinkie, you peeked down and saw Orion's digit nudging against yours. Your dermas curved as your faceplate was set ablaze, you hooked your digit around Orion's—who in turn interlocked your servos together. 
The two cybertronians glanced up from their joined limbs and stared into each other's optics. 
Time slowed as the two of you leaned forward, you could practically hear each other's sparks beating wildly as the gap sealed with a kiss.
His dermas gently pressed against  yours, his other servo cupped the back of your helm and your own rested on his chassis. The kiss was soft and a bit awkward as Orion's forehelm knocked into yours a few times. Nevertheless, it was a wonderful experience. 
As you tilted your helm to deepen the kiss-
A loud bang caused the two of you to separate and stare at the two guards who blocked the only exit of the place. 
"EW! Public displays of affection and breaking into an official building is not allowed!" 
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muletia · 17 days ago
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[tfp] starscream x human!reader
summary: starscream wakes you up to see the sunrise
cw: fluff, pinch of angst, starscream has feelings for you, silliness, bad writing, i may have butchered his character a bit but i want him to be happy for once
word count: 1365
btw if you want to be silly about your favs my askbox is open!! you can send thirsts too wink wink ;)))
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Aggressive tapping on the window ripped you from a cozy sleep. You quickly propped yourself up on your arms, looking for the source of the sound. The warm blanket slipped off your shoulders, waking you even more. Your sleepy mind tried to shake off the fog with rapid blinking as you looked around, alarmed.
You tapped twice on the screen of your phone lying on the table next to your bed. Four o'clock. Good Lord. So much for sleeping in.
Who would even go through the trouble of reaching your house (crossing acres of untouched forest), tapping on the window hard enough to wake you up, and then disappearing without a trace? A thief? you thought. No, a thief would take extra care not to wake you. And would probably use the front door. With your still-clouded mind, you tried to remember who knew you lived here, but only two names came to mind: your mother and…
Red light pierced through the window, illuminating your bedroom.
Oh, right. He.
You slid out of bed and shuffled to the window. Even with limited light, you could make out the look of impatience on his elongated, metal face. You’d taken too long.
"Finally! Does it take humans this long to wake up?"
"Hi, Starscream," you greeted him. After a few months of acquaintance, you’d learned to ignore his jabs directed at you and your species. "May I ask what you need from me at four"—you emphasized the hour—"in the morning?"
You yawned, and he grimaced, his optics flicking away.
"I need you to finally step outside. Then you're coming with me."
"But it’s so early…"
"Will you be more encouraged if I punch a hole through your wall and take you by force?"
"Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't done that already."
"Don’t tempt me," he warned.
Your mind flashed back to the incident four months ago when he actually demolished half your wall because you apparently hadn’t come outside fast enough. Those were the days of testing his patience, which, as you quickly and painfully learned, was more fragile than porcelain.
"Get out. I'm not giving you a third warning."
You sighed because, unfortunately, he was right; you could soon end up in his servo, your house with yet another unwanted window. You put on your warmest coat, an old shearling from your mother, and left your cozy little home, making sure to lock the door behind you. It was still dark outside, but the first hints of dawn were breaking through the treetops. Sunrise was near.
"Finally! I can’t believe such a simple task took you this long."
"I’m sorry, alright. I just don't want to freeze to death."
One moment, you were standing quietly on the ground, bantering with your alien companion, and the next, he scooped you up in his claws and placed you in his servo. You held tight to his thumb, pressing against the only anchor point several meters above the ground. He was warm, which still amazed you. You nestled closer to his slender finger.
Starscream’s optics lingered on you for a moment, ensuring you were alright. You noticed.
"I’m fine," you assured him, smiling softly.
He looked away, embarrassed to be caught in such a state; you shouldn’t see him like this. You shouldn’t know that he cared, that he was trying to be gentler with your body; that his spark shone brighter when he was with you, that your companionship mattered to him.
The problem was, you did know. The humans he thought were primitives did have well-developed emotional intelligence, and you were no exception. It took you just a few weeks to see right through him. At first, he thought it was about finding his weakness, then stab him in the back, contact the right people or Autobots, and turn him in. Betray him. But each week, the betrayal he almost expected never came, and before he knew it, he started to trust you. And he hoped you trusted him, too—otherwise, you wouldn’t have stepped out of your house at such an early hour to meet him, right? He wanted to call it foolishness and naivety, but he knew you too well by now. You weren't either.
"I haven’t seen you in a while," you remarked after a moment of silence. "Are you okay?"
His wings fluttered happily. If you noticed, you chose not to comment on it, and he was forever grateful for that.
"Yes, I’m alright," he replied briefly.
"I’m glad."
His spark flickered with joy. It was nice to have someone who cared. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone of his kind had asked him something like that. Maybe no one ever had.
"Where are we going?" you asked. You didn’t expect a clear answer, but just listening to his voice gave you comfort. You missed this diva.
"Patience," he deflected. "I don’t want to spoil the surprise."
Oh. You beamed. With one sentence, he made you feel special, not to mention excited. Suddenly, the night’s chill stopped biting your cheeks, and the last traces of irritation at being woken up early faded away.
Starscream noticed the sudden shift in your body language, allowing himself to catch the mood. A dangerous thought popped into his processor—he’d like to see you smiling more, him being the reason for your smile. He wanted to make you happy, not occasionally, not out of whim or boredom; he wanted your smile to be genuine, brought on by his gestures or words. He held onto the hope that his surprise would have a similar effect.
As you climbed the forested hill, Starscream pondered when you stopped being just another human and became [Your Name]. Was it when you didn’t hesitate to express disapproval of Megatron, who had tormented him for most of his long life only to abandon him on an alien planet? Or maybe when you outright told him that you cared for him and that his opinion mattered to you when he wasn’t pointing a weapon at you?
You’d both fallen hard, but he was at the bottom.
"I think I know what this surprise is," you whispered as the forest thinned out, revealing a meadow dotted with rocks. "You remembered that I love sunrises."
"It’s hard to forget when someone keeps pestering you about it."
He was bluffing; you saw right through it. You’d only mentioned it once, a long time ago, but you let him win, not wanting to spoil the moment.
"Thank you," you whispered.
He muttered something under his breath, but his wings lifted proudly, betraying his true emotions.
Starscream stopped in front of a large rock jutting from the ground in the middle of the clearing. He placed his hand on the hard, dewy surface so you could step down and admire the view in front of you.
"Wow," you whispered.
You’d arrived just in time for the sunrise, which was slowly emerging from behind thick clouds, creating an orange gradient, fading into muted pinks and shades of gray. The panorama before you was raw and ethereal. Untouchable. It formed an image Starscream had reserved just for you. And that meant so, so much to you.
"I think I’m going to cry," you sniffled.
"What? Why?" he squawked, stunned.
Did you not like it? Humans only cried when they were sad, right? For Primus’s sake, he’d messed up again, as always. But before his worry could turn to anger, your response reassured him.
"I’m just… so happy. You have no idea how much. Thank you for bringing me here; I’ll never forget it."
There it was again. That pleasant churning in his spark, throwing him off his calculated balance. Would you be just as thrilled if he gave you a star from the sky?
"The pleasure’s all mine," he replied, now focusing his entire attention on you.
Impulsively, he reached out towards you. A sharp claw, designed to cause suffering, now gently brushed your back with the utmost care. Starscream soaked in your contentment like forbidden nectar, losing himself in the moment, wishing it would last forever.
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scrompsautobotsrchives · 1 month ago
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I’m real
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I really can't stop writing about Bee, He's just so friend-shaped!! And he is the best comforter. Warning: Slight angst but ends with fluff. Word count:1.1K
You only just learnt about the word Decepticon a little while ago when Optimus was going through the archives of Cybertron, he then brought up a recording that contained one of them.
"Who's that ??" You frowned, even the menacing look was enough to give you shivers in your spine.
"Starscream, One of Megatron's many allies..."
Even thought this Starscream or Megatron was somewhere probably and hopefully far away, You couldn't help but shake the feeling that one of them was behind you.
You began to learn about the Decepticons and what they did to the Autobot's when they captured them, It was something straight out of a horror movie.
"I don't mean to frighten you about this y/n, But they are and always will be a very great risk not only to us... but to your kind as well..." Optimus said sympathetically.
You knew he just wanted to help you just in case the worst came to worst, But the feeling of either Starscream or Megatron behind you plagued your mind for the rest of the day, Even bumblebee could see the shift in you. You weren't as playful when you finished all your tasks in the base, even on the drive home you were practically silent.
"You alright ??..." You heard the radio flick, breaking the long silence.
"I'm alright buddy... I'm alright..." You patted the dashboard gently as you neared your home.
You greeted your dad and soon tried to unwind with your normal routine, but your classic brain and intrusive thoughts, the Decepticons continued to plague up until you brought yourself to bed.
Taking a deep breath as you looked up at the ceiling... "They're not here... They won't be able to get you here..." You whispered to yourself as you soon closed your eyes and tried to sleep.
You soon woke up from a bang, looking at the clock, it was about 1 in the morning, rushing outside to find out what the bang was... you were horrified to find out that it was from bee... he was dead... lying there on the ground, his optics not shining the familiar blue light.
"Bee !!" You rushed out to get to him, but you were knocked out. Soon waking up in an unfamiliar location, tied down with the light above you being the only source of light, you tried to get out of the restraints but it was no use. "Help !!"
"Quiet human" You gasped softly as you saw red optics light up, it was one of them...
"What did you do to bee !!" You yelled at it.
"B-127 was a pain in the neck, I just got rid of the problem" The Decepticon chuckled darkly as he came into the light, Starscream...
"Megatron will be so pleased to meet you" He smirked and dragged his sharp claw along your forearm, you grimaced in slight pain until you began to hear thuds. Another pair of red optics shined through, much taller than Starscream.
"Where is Optimus Prime ??" His voice low and menacing.
"I... I don't know what you were talking about..." You frowned, now scared.
He stormed over to you and got up close and personal to your face, making you look away.
"I will not ask again human !! Where is Optimus Prime!!" He yelled at you.
"I'm not giving him up !!" You yelled back... making it the biggest mistake you'll ever make.
He hummed and began to stand back, Looking at Starscream who just simply nodded to him. "If you won't speak, we will find a way..." He then raised an arm, a tiny robot soon crawled his way out of his arm and began to creep slowly to you, speaking in a language you couldn't understand.
You began to hyperventilate as you frantically tried to get out of the restraints, this little thing was just toying with you at this point. "Get away !!" You screamed as it then began to move onto your torso and crawl right up to your face, Continuing to speak as the red optics pierced through your eyes.
It cackled as it then began to transformed its hand into a sharp tool, It lifted it up, this was it... all you could do was scream. It made a move before everything then turned black, You screamed again when you jolted up, sweating pure bullets as you frantically looked around, you were back in your room. It was all just a bad dream, you slowly curled in on yourself and started to cry, It felt so real... Bee was dead... and you were about to as well.
But a familiar Autobot heard your scream, waking up from his recharge and getting extremely worried, he transformed and rushed out of the garage, he began to walk to your bedroom window, being careful of the plants. He soon spotted you shaking badly, he could see your panic rising.
He tried to attempt to lift the tiny window without breaking it. "What's... wrong...."
You frantically looked up and saw the Blue optics you've come to know and love deeply, Bee was alive. You slowly managed to get out of bed and shuffle to the window, you were shaking so bad as you then began to unlatch the window and open it, You were so spooked. "Bee..." More tears flooded your eyes, as you crawled out of the window to him.
He whirred softly and let you crawl into his arms, Wrapping you in a tight but gentle embrace. Patting your back as gently as he could, You tried to focus on the soft hum of his spark. He was here... He was right here.
Bee soon flicked his radio to play a lullaby, Humans liked lullabies. It worked as you soon slowly but surely started to calm down, and your breathing started to ease. Bee didn't do anything to put you down, slowly rocking from side to side, nuzzling you a little.
"Nightmare..." Was all that you were able to get out... Going into detail would only make you worse than what it already was.
Bee's optics softened, He gently petted you and tried to keep you warm, continuing to rock you as the lullaby continued to play. He soon pressed his chin against your head gently, as if he was trying to place a tiny kiss on your head.
"It's... not real... I'm... real..." He looked at you.
You nodded softly, looking up at the soft optics. Ones that promised to keep you safe and that would never let go of you. "Ok..." You sighed, safe in the arms of your best friend. Bumblebee would keep you close so long as you lived. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to you or him.
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literaryvein-reblogs · 12 days ago
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Writing Notes: The Moon (pt. 3)
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Lunicurrent - related to changes in currents that depend on the moon's phases.
Luniform - moon-shaped.
Lunula - something shaped like a crescent or half-moon; especially the pale area at the base of the fingernail.
Mooncalf - a fool, dolt, monster, or aborted fetus.
Moonglade - the bright reflection of moonlight on a body of water.
Moonraker - the top-most sails on some old sailing ships.
Novilunar - of the new moon.
Plenilunar - of the full moon.
The Moon...
Is the Earth’s only “natural” satellite.
Is moving away from the Earth.
Is 27% the size of the Earth.
Orbits the Earth every 27.32 days.
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There are 2-5 lunar eclipses yearly.
You would weigh 1/6th of your Earth weight on the Moon.
We only ever see half of the Moon at a time, even at “full moon”.
The light reflecting off the Earth and onto the Moon is called “earthshine” or “earthlight”.
In many languages, as in English, the word for “moon” is cognate with the word for “month”.
It takes the moon 29.53 days to cycle back to the same “visual” phase. This is called a “synodic month”.
A lunar calendar is a calendar based on cycles of the Moon's phases (synodic months), in contrast to solar calendars based on the solar year.
The Moon illusion is an optical illusion which causes the Moon to appear larger near the horizon than it does higher up in the sky.
Sometimes it’s possible to see the moon rabbit, or the shadowy face of the Man in the Moon created by lunar maria.
In the northern hemisphere, when the Moon is waxing, it resembles a letter “D”, and when waning a letter “C”. In the southern hemisphere this is reversed.
About 40% of the Moon is never visible from the Earth. This is referred to as the Dark Side of the Moon, even though it isn’t always dark.
Every month or so, the “old moon” sets for the last time as a sliver in the eastern sky. For about 3 days it travels invisibly alongside the sun until, magically born anew, it appears on the third day at sunset, on the western horizon. This course not only sets the moon in direct opposition to the sun, it also gives rise to various resurrection myths in which the hero spends 3 days in the underworld.
IN THE ARTS
In some myths, the lunar deity is represented as female (Greek, Chinese), while in others it is male (Mesopotamian , Germanic, Japanese).
In mythology, the moon deity is sometimes a friend, ally or consort of the sun deity, and sometimes their enemy.
In many mythical stories, a simple character mistakes the reflection of the Moon for a round cheese.
The Moon is the 18th card of the Major Arcana of the Tarot. It represents the mysterious terrain of the Shadow self, illuminated by the guiding light of the conscious.
Shakespeare calls the moon the “moist star” because it creates the tides, and also casts it as inconstant (because of its phases) and thieving (because it steals its light from the sun).
Georges Méliès shot the first science fiction film, Le Voyage dans la Lune (A Trip to the Moon) in 1902.
The Lunar Society of Birmingham, consisting of eminent 18th century intellectuals, was so named because its members met on nights with a full moon. The moonlight made their journey back home easier and safer.
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was originally titled, Sonata quasi una fantasia, and only acquired its popular name after his death.
Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ The Moon ⚜ Word Lists
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randomationality · 4 months ago
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seekers I've done so far (I don't think I'll even make it to the ref sheets)
you know what, IM GONNA RAMBLE ABOUT HEADCANONS AGAIN. (out of these six, prolly. Also, these headcanons are NO WHERE near perfect)
Thundercracker is the more calm and collected out of these guys, which also makes him seem as the most boring (Skywarp teases him the most). Ever since the Decepticons came to Earth, he's been amazed by the scenery of a planet and how organic it is. This also brought him to be fond of its creatures, especially dogs. He has the ability to create massive and deafening sonic booms, and can manipulate electricity. They become more powerful if the weather is stormy.
Sunstorm is a very joyful guy. At least he tries to genuinely be. He likes poems, and singing! (Voice HC Your Anxiety Buddy 💀). Him and Novastorm have similar abilities. He's basically a walking nuclear bomb because of his radioactive nature, but of course he can control it. And like Rodimus and TF:ONE Optimus, he can use his blasters as flamethrowers. Otherwise, he just can light his whole frame on fire. Fun fact: In the coldest of days, the other seekers just huddle next to him to warm up in their free time. They don't do it to Nova since they know she doesn't like it.
Novastorm is more tired and angry than calm, but she does find a bright side to everything (no pun intended). She's confident, but can also get annoyed easily. Like Sunstorm, she can radiate a star's energy, but she mostly uses a burning, blinding light to mess with her opponent's optics, then she goes for the kill.
Skywarp is the prankster, procrastinator, and most cocky one. He's that one guy that calls others weak for being scared of a horror movie, then after it you find him huddling in the corner crying. He really likes his visor. He uses his teleportation all the time, he doesn't even walk. For some reason, it just annoys Starscream. The only flaw he has with his teleportation, he can only bring a maximum of fifteen bots at one time.
Acidstorm is a strange but useful mech, at least that's what Starscream thinks. The Rainmakers feel concerned and worried for him since he's been using up his energon for his abilities just to fight the Autobots, but he always says he's fine. Starscream finds his abilities the most effective since acid can y'know, ruin EVERYTHING, so sometimes he pushes him to use more of it, but he doesn't know it costs him Acid's own life source. The Rainmakers have arguments with Starscream to stop him from getting Acid to overuse his powers.
(I don't know too much about Ionstorm, so tell me if there's things I missed or need to fix because this is me basically making crap up!!) Ionstorm sometimes just goes with the flow, but speaks up when he needs to. He's more smiley and open when he's with his Rainmaker trine, but with others he just nods and listens to whoever's talking. His ability is similar to Thundercracker's, but he uses it more to power the Nemesis and other really generators or machines they have wherever they are. But when it comes to combat use, it's deadly. With just one shock, he can knock out fifteen to twenty bots.
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Fabián Soldano
"I spent the entire night at Yosemite National Park attempting to capture a moon-bow (also known as a lunar rainbow), an optical phenomenon created by the refraction internal reflection, and dispersion of light within water droplets. Moon-bows, like rainbows, display a continuous spectrum of light, but they occur when the full moon serves as the light source. 20mm-15 sec -f/1.8 - IS0 800"
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sunmafiber · 2 years ago
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The Benefits and Limitations of Machine Learning in Business
For personnel working with fiber optic lines, fiber id is a crucial piece of equipment. Without interfering with the signal flow, they enable specialists to identify the type of fiber, ascertain the fiber's orientation, and detect the existence of signals on a fiber.
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A fiber identifier is a portable tool that enables technicians to recognize the kind of fiber, determine its orientation, and find signals on a fiber without halting the signal flow. Fiber identifiers function by detecting the light signal that is traveling through the fiber and reporting data on the signal's wavelength and intensity.
How Do Fiber Identifiers Function?
Fiber identifiers operate by detecting the light signal traveling through the fiber using a non-destructive method. Throughout the identification procedure, the fiber is not harmed, and neither is the signal. The fiber identifier's main working concept is clamping the fiber under test between two jaws so that it may identify the presence of a signal without cutting the fiber.
Some of the light that travels through a fiber is lost due to absorption or scattering. The kind of fiber, its length, and any other attenuation elements in the system all affect how much light is lost. The technician can ascertain the existence and strength of a signal thanks to the fiber identifier's and Visual Fault Locator detection of light signals and measurement of light intensity.
Fiber Identifiers' Value
While dealing with fiber optic connections, technicians need fiber IDs as a basic tool. These can aid in determining the type of fiber included in a cable, enabling personnel to choose the proper tools for installation or maintenance. Also, they enable technicians to establish the fiber's orientation, which is crucial for splicing or terminating fibers.
Very helpful for debugging fiber optic networks are fiber IDs. They enable technicians to pinpoint the site of a malfunction or signal loss since they can detect the existence of signals on a fiber without obstructing the signal flow. This is crucial for long-haul fiber optic networks since it might be difficult and time-consuming to locate defects there.
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Fiber identifiers and Fiber Interferometer can also assist in avoiding damage to the fiber during setup or maintenance. Technicians can prevent mistakenly cutting or injuring fibers, which might cause downtime or expensive repairs, by detecting the presence of signals on the fiber.
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tinydefector · 7 months ago
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Other characters' reactions to Megatron in a romantic relationship with human liaison reader.
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Megatron x human reader
Warnings: non
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Many aboard the Lost Light would be shocked and concerned to discover Megatron in a secret relationship with the human ambassador for the ship. As Ex leader of the Decepticons, whose sole purpose has been conquest and destruction, becoming emotionally attached to an organic seemed unfathomable to many of the bots.
Word of the unlikely pairing would spread quickly through the vessel's corridors and hab suites. Many Autobots who suffered under Megatron's tyranny for vorns would recoil in disbelief and distrust, and even other bots more worried about the human, were they in a decent state of mind, were they being threatened?. Even neutral crew members found it difficult to accept. Had their captain truly changed after all this time? Or had he simply developed a new, disturbing method of manipulation? Either way, keeping the ambassador closely aligned posed serious risks. 
Rodimus was the first to hear rumours among the crew of the Lost Light that Megatron had taken a human ambassador aboard as something more than a diplomatic liaison. He had heard it from Swerve who had apparently heard Megatron drunkenly confess he adored them, loved them even. 
"Megatron? In a relationship with an organic?" Rodimus laughed incredulously. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Maybe if it was Optimus, but Megatron? He hates all other lifeforms." Rodimus had stated which made Swerve hit him with a cloth. 
"I'm telling you he was mopping around the bar drinking Energex like it was nothing, trying to work on poetry, he's fraggin smitten with the Ambassador!" Swerve states while cleaning more glasses. 
"The mech may scare the shit out of me but he becomes a sobbing mess when drunk, I can see why he never drunk during the war, could have ended it so much earlier with a drunken poetry night" Swerve jokes, trying to calm his own racing spark after the earlier interaction with the ex warlord.
Swerve, ever the gossip made news spread like wildfire.
Rodimus, Tailgate, Cyclonus and Skids and heard it from him. Rodimus told it to Drift who told it to Ratchet, tailgate told it to Whirl who shouted about it publicly. Skids had told it to Rung, who in turn relayed it to Ultra Magnus. 
"Can you believe it?" Swerve asked other members at his bar, optics wide. "The big, bad tyrant of the Decepticons has gone soft! I never thought I'd see the orn." Though said lightly, there may be an undercurrent of hope in his voice.
Tailgate, on the other hand, would be fearful yet curious. A secret admirer of the human ambassador, they were friends in his eyes, he nonetheless knows of Megatron's violent past. The idea of a human so close to the warlord would fill him with terror...yet also he himself was with a Decepticon,  ex decepticon.
As for Cyclonus, his reaction is the hardest to read. Stoic and stalwart, the former Decepticon says little. But observation of his microexpressions hints at deep surprise. 
When Rodimus approaches Drift with a similar story, having heard it from several sources, Drift doubts begin to fade, he had watched them for a while but now it seemed as if he theory had been confirmed. "This can't be true... Can it? Why would Megatron bother with a human?, he isn't very... open to contact”
From there Drift finds himself in the medibay, Ratchet let out an exasperated sigh when Drift told him about the rumours. "Megatron, caring for an organic? I'll believe it when I see it with my own optics. That mech is still as twisted and dangerous as ever, no matter who he chooses to consort with.”
When news finally reached Magnus, an emergency session was called. Shouting matches erupted as Rodimus and Ultra Magnus demanded explanations, one in shock and excitement the other wanting to make sure This wasn't a ploy. How did this happen under their watch, and what were Megatron's real intentions? The safety of the crew and their mission was of utmost priority, something the ambassador's unusual relationship with the former warlord could jeopardise. 
As chaos reigned aboard the ship, few knew what to make of Megatron and his human companion. But most agreed their unforeseen bond, if genuine, heralded great uncertainty for the future...Cybertronians had never tried courting outside of their own species, and so many questions came from it. 
Rodimus couldn't believe it when the rumours started spreading. Megatron, in a relationship with an organic? It seemed too bizarre to be true. Rodimus decided to confront Megatron directly to find out if it really was true. He had found Megatron deep in discussion with the human, hands gesturing animatedly as they spoke. The familiarity between them was unmistakable. 
"So the rumours are true," Rodimus said abruptly. "You and the... ambassador?" 
Megatron turned, his optics glowing dangerously. "What I do is no concern of yours, Rodimus." He tries to defend before eventually sighing and confirming. Megatron said impassively. "They enjoy listening to my writings, and I enjoy watching them when they work on their projects. Now leave us in peace." But when he confronted Megatron about it directly, the warlord didn't deny it. A smile crosses his face as he talks about them.
 Rodimus shook his head in disbelief as he hassled Megatron for more information,  how did a relationship like that even work, the size difference itself, one being Cybernetic and the other Organic. 
Ultra Magnus was deeply uneasy about the whole affair. An organic aboard one of their ships was risky enough, but for them to be fraternising with Megatron of all bots it worries him. He had fought against Megatron countless times and seen the depths of his cruelty.
"Are you certain of this?" Ultra Magnus asked gravely.  "Megatron and a human?" Ratchet could only nod grimly in response, he continues working as Drift sits off to the side. “Shocked me when the Ambassador came in for a health check, learned too much on megatron's interface life, for a lifetime” Ratchet confirms. 
"What does this mean for our relations with humans?" Rung wondered aloud. "Will they still see us as allies?” he asked, slightly worried. 
 It seemed impossible that the Decepticon could truly care for another. He feared this relationship was merely a ploy by Megatron to manipulate the ambassador and advance his own goals.
 But watching them had changed his feelings on the matter. Watching Megatron lift them up to watch the stars throughout the observation deck. Listened to Megatron laugh, a true laugh when in their presence. How Megatron went out of his way to make sure they were content. 
"I do not understand," Rodimus said slowly, turning to his companions. "Has Megatron gone soft? Or is this some new trickery, like dont get me wrong I'm glad that they are happy but does it feel unreal to anyone else?"
Brainstorm, ever the scientist, was endlessly fascinated. "Just think of the advances we could make by studying their physiology up close!" he said excitedly. "Too bad Megsy's being so selfish, keeping them all to himself." Nautica smiled and reminded him that they was a person, not a lab experiment. But privately, even she wished to learn more about these "humans.”
Drift frowned thoughtfully. "The ways of the spark are mysterious. Perhaps even one as Megatron is capable of love." His optics linger on the Larger mech who was discussing paperwork with the human sitting on the table in front of him. Red optics look down at the human softly as they chat softly amongst themselves. 
Ratchet scoffed. "Love is it? I'd believe Unicron had a change of sparks before Megatron. Mark my words, this will end in nothing but trouble and spilled energon. That human has no idea what kind of Mech they're dealing with." 
Tailgate let out a squeak of surprise. "Aww, they look so cute! He looks like a love sick sparkling!" tailgate was wrapped in Cyclonus' arms as they watched the two. 
Drift shoots Ratchet a look, in turn the medic sighs at his harsh words, he knew all too well what it was like falling in love with a Decepticon, he was being. A hypocrite and he knew it. 
And yet, as they watched, Megatron's actions remained gentle, protective even, as he spoke softly with the ambassador. Rodimus found himself hoping against logic that Drift was right - that even the coldest spark held the potential for warmth. 
Rodimus ran a hand over his faceplate. "Primus help us, the Senate is NOT going to like this." He states while downing his drink. "We'll need to address them, try to do some damage control before this blows up in our faces. Once we get back to Cybertron”
As for the senate, they were outraged that Megatron would fraternise with an organic, Megatron has a long and deadly history of oppression, war crimes, and casual disregard for other species. 
 Many councillors would express grave concern over any influence or leverage Megatron might gain through the relationship. 
Some would even demand the ambassador be removed from the ship for their own protection. Cooler heads would argue for letting the relationship play out, while closely monitoring for signs of abuse or manipulation. 
Ultimately, the senate would likely ban Megatron from direct contact with the ambassador until a full psychological evaluation could be conducted. 
 But after Optimus steps in stating it was inhumane and cruel they allow the two back together.
That night, Megatron spends it under the stars with his lover, both of them trading stories of poetry, philosophy, and astrology. In his spark, this was where he wanted to be, with them, and he would fight to keep that spot by their side. 
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candidoptronix · 9 months ago
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Deviser Light Source LS310A with Visual Fault Locator -
Its user-friendly instruments project a high-precision, semiconductor-grade laser for stable and accurate measurements.
DifUse the LS310A/B in conjunction with an AE210, 230, or 270 Optical Power Meter to access new paired functions such as wavelength auto-ID. Dual-λ mode switches between two wavelengths rapidly, producing measurement data for both.
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The Active Learning in Optics Group in Department of Physics at Quaid-i-Azam university are going to organize a one day hands on workshop at Rawalpindi Women University with 4th Semester undergraduate girls student. We will start with oral presentation on ” Introduction to LASER followed by hands on sessions on: • Different kinds of light sources • Scattering of Light • Reflection, refraction, transmission and total internal reflection. • Proving laws of Geometrical optics, finding critical angle • Working principle of Fiber optics communication • Interference of light • Single and double slit diffraction • Measuring Stress with polarisers
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2024 September 12
Young Star Cluster NGC 1333 Image Credit: ESA/Webb, NASA, CSA, A. Scholz, K. Muzic, A. Langeveld, R. Jayawardhana
Explanation: This spectacular mosaic of images from the James Webb Space Telescope peers into the heart of young star cluster NGC 1333. A mere 1,000 light-years distant toward the heroic constellation Perseus, the nearby star cluster lies at the edge of the large Perseus molecular cloud. Part of Webb's deep exploration of the region to identify low mass brown dwarf stars and free floating planets, the space telescope's combined field of view spans nearly 2 light-years across the dusty cluster's turbulent stellar nursery. In fact, NGC 1333 is known to harbor stars less than a million years old, though most are hidden from optical telescopes by the pervasive stardust. The chaotic environment may be similar to one in which our own Sun formed over 4.5 billion years ago.
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader
Summary: Miguel has to face his worst nightmare, again and again.
Word count: 8,600
Content: body horror, violence, angst. please come in prepared.
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Everything is gone.
It's pitch black in here, and it's the only thing he can see in this cramped and confined darkness that's pressing in on him.
There's no air in this congested space. Everything tastes of sulfur and it burns in his lungs. His heart is pounding. Alarm gripping the base of his spine.
He's afraid, but he doesn't even know why. He shouldn't be.
Miguel hasn't been afraid of the dark for a very long time.
With his optical photo-sensitivity, he's more at home here in the twilight than he is in the light.
So why is every inch of him screaming out that something isn’t right?
He moves, trying to make his way forward, but all there is to navigate him is more seemingly infinite darkness.
The only sound in here is a loud beat of a drum that crowds his ears and he can't pinpoint its source. Everything is obscured and he is trapped in this endless eclipse.
There’s no noise that accompanies his footfall in this space. With each step his feet sink into the mire of unsteady ground. If he stops to rest, it would bring him under and swallow him whole. Even a second of delay here is going to cost him.
The thumping noise is still there... It comes harder and faster now, refusing to leave him.
Taking another step, there is something from the dark that tugs at him from behind. It feels like a grip. An unseen hand that he cannot make out in the thick inky shadows trying to grab onto his limbs.
Gritting his teeth, Miguel pushes back against the force holding him, but it’s not letting go. His claws extend, primed for a fight
The loud thrashing beats pulsing in his ears isn't stopping. He knows this panicked rhythm, will never forget it for as long as he lives. It's the sound of your heartbeat as you fell...
He turns in the darkness, and the sight that greets him makes him freeze.
It’s you.
His heart stops.
Your body is wrong, sprawled against the ground, mangled and broken as your arm reaches out trying to clutch at him.
"Don’t go,” you say.
His lungs drop to his stomach. He can’t breathe. Bile floods his throat. He doesn’t understand what is happening.
“Save me,” your voice calls out to him, this time coming somewhere from his left.
He turns towards the second voice to see another you. You are covered in blood. Dried and crusted on your bruised and ruptured skin.
All the fight bleeds out of him. His hands fall limply to his sides.
"Why didn’t you help me?" you repeat.
Your voice echoes in the blank empty space. It ricochets and bounces off the nothingness and returns back to him with a sharp strike to his ribs.
"You promised," you say and the accusation is repeated and threaded into the next, as he hears your voice again, this time from behind him.
"You let me die," a third of you says.
This you is missing an arm. The space where your right eye is supposed to be is hollowed out.
He falls to his knees, but he can’t feel the ground beneath. He doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know how to help or how to save you.
He can lift a 25,000 pound bus filled with school children barehanded. Can incapacitate a genetically mutated rhino-man in ten minutes flat. But he doesn’t know how to do this again. He’s already failed once and he is powerless in a way that a man gifted with superstrength shouldn’t be.
What are superpowers good for, if it doesn’t let him protect the one person he needs to.
Your voice is small and you sound terrified as you look up at him with those wide eyes of yours that will haunt him forever. "I don't want to die."
"It hurts," another you says. It's gargled and pained. Like there are bruises inside your throat.
"Please."
"Please."
“Save me”
The voices come in a chorus. They swarm him in a cacophony of sobbing pleas and angry accusations. He squeezes his eyes tight, trying to hide from the black void but the only thing that greets him is more darkness. There is no escape from this.
A thick tar rises from the ground and covers him in it, sealing off his mouth and nose. It fills his lungs with a cold viscous liquid until he can no longer breathe.
This is going to drown him, collapse his lungs with the weight of it, and there’s a part of him, if he’s being honest to himself, that wants it to. At least that would make it stop.
This grief in his chest that refuses to leave him. The sound of your heartbeat that fills his every waking moment. It would all finally stop... right?
The darkness swallows him whole. But it doesn't end. It never does.
The weight eases from his chest. Instead of an end, he re-emerges through the heavy muck and grime and slimy darkness, and there is nothing.
Everything is white. A blank empty void of space where nothing else exists.
You’re gone. Every single one of you. And that is so much worse.
Panic rises in him and he calls your name. There is no response, only the echo of his own feeble voice.
He calls and he calls until his throat is sore and raw, but there’s nothing here. Slumping down, he shuts his eyes, trying to forget how he has somehow managed to fail you all over again.
Then he hears your voice calling him. Soft and singular from all the rest.
"Miggy."
He opens his eyes again, and all he sees are your familiar eyes. Warm and loving and the only comfort he’s ever known.
“Nena?” he whispers.
He reaches up until you’re within his safe reach. He holds you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you closely to every inch of him, trying to make sure you’re real.
You’re warm in his arms. Soft and precious. He presses his face into the soft crook of your neck, and you smell like the ridiculously expensive shampoo you get from that hipster store in Tribeca and it makes the homesickness he’s buried deep inside of him all this time crawl up through his chest to the surface.
He will always know you. This you. The you imprinted in his memory for the rest of time. The you that he wakes up every morning missing. The you he misses so much it hurts him to breathe when he thinks of you.
It’s you. It’s you, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Nena, I’m so–”
“It’s okay,” you tell him, your arm curls around his neck as you pull him down closer to you. “Stay with me here.”
He nods into your neck where he’s buried. Because why would he ever want to be somewhere you’re not?
“I’m sorry. I was supposed to protect you. I was supposed to –”
You shush him before he can finish the rest of his sentence. “That doesn’t matter, you don’t have to do that anymore.”
Your fingers thread through his hair, and it tingles pleasantly as you press a soft kiss above his ear. “Just stay with me here. Forget about her.”
Forget?
He freezes in your arms, trying to process your words.
He can’t do that.
Miguel made a promise to you, the other you. The you that is fighting your hardest to survive and live back in New York. The absolutely mad and crazy you that jumped off the Chrysler building and fell from the sky just to lure him out. The you who makes weird sour faces while staring at excel spreadsheets all day long. The you that makes him feel something again. Who makes it feel like everything is going to be okay after all, every time you smile.
He can’t just abandon you.
“No, I can’t. I–I can’t stay here. I still need to protect her,” he murmurs into your skin.
“Stop, Miguel.” The arms around his neck squeezes down around him harder, and to his surprise he can’t get free.
This isn’t right. He tries to move away, gently prying himself off. He needs to save you. Has to help you. Needs to–
“Nena, please, I need to–”
One hard hand cups his jaw, tilting his head until he meets pitched dark eyes he doesn't recognize that are nothing like yours. “You can’t save me, Miggy. You never could. Don’t you understand? It’s your fault I keep dying.”
The voice is cold and unforgiving, and the grip tightens on him until it’s painful.
“You’re just gonna make it worse.”
Sharp nails digs into his forearm until it ruptures the skin. “How many more of me do you have to kill before you stop?”
“I didn’t, I–”
He didn't... right? Is it his fault? Is it–
"Miguel!"
He hears his name. It’s muffled and far away. Like someone is calling him from the outside.
Distracted, he looks up into the void, easing his grip. The warmth and weight pressed against him fades. He looks down to see the outline of a torso and arms crumbling in his arms. The features of your face fading before him into nothingness against the infinite blank white.
No, no. no. Tears and panic wells up in his throat and pushes against the corner of his eyes.
Why does this keep happening? He shouldn’t have let go. Shouldn’t have–
“Miguel, wake up.” It’s soft and familiar and he hears it again. There’s no anger in the voice this time. No pain.
The whiteness fades away back into darkness. It’s warm here, wherever it is.
Blinking slowly, he opens his eyes. The first thing he sees is your face. The warmth of your eyes, the soft curve of your lips.
"You looked like you were having a nightmare again," you say.
You are here right in front of him, real and solid and alive.
He shoots upright in bed, arms reaching out before he can stop himself from grabbing you as he drags you into his arms, clutching you hard to him.
"Miguel–" you yelp.
Too hard, and he knows it, he can hear the small squeak of surprise as your breath is squeezed right out of you.
He’s such an idiot.
He should let you go. At this rate he's going to crush you. He’s a big clumsy oaf that doesn’t know how to handle you carefully, but he can't make himself let go. Can't risk that you'll start to crumble into dust the moment he eases up, or that the universe won't find some way to rip you from him again.
“Are you okay?” you ask breathlessly.
Bile of anxiety pushes against the sides of his throat, but he swallows it down. Forces himself to relax his grip on you and let you out of his arms.
“Yeah,” he answers, but it doesn’t sound anything like his own voice. When has his voice ever sounded that weak? When has it ever trembled like this? Why are his hands shaking?
You observe him with worry, then you reach up, resting one hand on the crown of his head, patting gently. Warmth spreads down to his chest and lingers.
It feels good... nice.
All he wants is to lean in and linger in it.
Instead his mind refuses to let go. A thousands thoughts pushes its way to the front.
How did this happen? Did he fall asleep? He was supposed to watch over you while you slept. How did he end up being the one falling asleep?
"I won't let anything happen to you,” you say. Your hand slide down to cup his cheek, searching for his eyes.
“Anyone messes with you, you let me know. I'll beat them up for you.”
He blinks down at you dumbfounded. The absurd image of you, with balled up fist trying to fight a supervillain flashes before his eyes. Then he bursts into laughter. It's so sudden he surprises even himself and the tremor in his hand stops somehow.
You pull your lips into a soft and playful smile.
“What? You don’t think I can?” you lean in closer to his face, as you continue. “Yeah, maybe you’re right, but I know this spider-guy, he'll beat them up for you. He's really grouchy and mean and he bites.”
The smile on your face is so bright it’s radiant even in this dimly lit room. You’re beaming from it and his heart starts to swell, chest feeling full and warm at the sight of you.
He wishes he could hold onto this moment and make it last forever. You look like a polaroid picture the way you’re bent over in front of him, framed by the window behind you and the pink glow of light around you like a halo.
Pink sky.
His smile freezes. He turns his head to look back at the eerie sky behind you. The fractured cityscape of cracked purple and pink, with its warped gravity and jagged skyscrapers that signals the end of the world. The universe is calling time up and it’s going to try to take you with it.
It wasn’t just a dream.
Shit! He’s not gonna let this happen to you. He can’t lose this. He’s not going to fail you. Not again. Never again.
The smile on your face falters. “Where did you go?” you ask and your eyes track his, trying to re-establish contact. “Did I lose you again?”
He shakes his head, putting on a smile to reassure you.
“I’m fine. Just groggy. Slept too long.” His eyes flicker away from the window, and glances at the clock: 7 A.M. the two of you better get going.
There is no more time to lose. He was never supposed to fall asleep in the first place. He’d only wanted for you to get some sleep last night after the broken sky appeared to calm your nerves. The plan was for you to rest for an hour, max two, while he watched over you, before the two of you would check out of this hotel and be gone for good. He hadn’t counted on his streak of sleepless nights finally catching up to him.
“Go pack, Cielito. We better get going soon.”
You hop onto your feet, shoving the handful of your surviving clothes into your backpack in minutes.
His eyes roam over the hotel suite. As pompous and luxuriously decorated as it is, it’s altogether temporary. It’s just a showroom, nothing in here is lived in. It’s nothing like your tiny cramped little apartment in the Heights that is now just a pile of rubble.
He misses your apartment.
The place you call your home, and in another time and another place, it is near identical to the one he used to come home to every night.
The one with janky second hand furniture you picked up from Craigslist adverts. With a table that has uneven legs that you have to prop up with books so things don’t slide off its tilted surface. Or the surprisingly nice sofa you found on the side of the street one summer which led to the infamous bedbugs wars you so dramatically retell.
In front of him, he sees you stop and scan the room and Miguel knows damned well it’s because you’re considering pilfering any free stuff you can fit inside that tiny bag. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he sees you duck into the bathroom.
Then he can hear the clang and clutter of you shoveling everything that isn’t attached to the wall into the backpack.
Miguel doesn’t have anything to pack. There’s no point, he’s been doing this for years now by himself without hoarding belongings. If he needs clothes or personal hygiene products, Lyla always takes care of it for him. Easier than lugging things around with him from dimension to dimension.
The only thing he’s ever kept is his wedding ring that hangs around his neck.
He eyes the small crumpled up ball of paper, that is your poor attempt at practicing origami, perched on the bedside table.
God, the thing looks messed up and ugly.
Reaching out to pick it up in his palms, he stares at it for a long suspended moment, at its warped folded lines and squashed head. Doesn’t understand how you manage to still be so bad at this even with all the time you spend at it. Origami isn’t hard.
He smiles as he continues to stare at it, before pocketing the sad looking Frankenstein-frog.
It’ll be okay to keep one more thing won’t it? A piece of paper doesn’t weigh much.
From beyond the windows, the sky has cracked open, with a menacing glowing splinter positioned right above the hotel. It’s like a billboard sign, pointing right at your location. It feels purposeful.
“You ready?” you ask, as you pop out of the bathroom with an expectant look on your face. “We better hurry up. We don’t want to stick around when the Avengers come by.”
You say it lightheartedly as a joke, but he can see the unease in your smile, the way your eyes flicker towards the window with traces of fear.
His hands curl into fists at his side against the sheets, and whatever smile was on his face slips away at the sight of you like this.
His fangs itch. Screw the Avengers. They are not going to come close to you. He won’t let them.
"Cielo, it's okay. You have nothing to worry about. If they become a threat to you, I'll take care of them," Miguel says.
You scoff with a small laugh, as you try to zip up the overfull backpack, but the fancy complimentary soaps keep spilling from the top.
"What do you mean "take care" of them? What are you Michael Corleone, what're you going to–" You stop mid sentence.
The playful smile drops from your face. Your hands come to a halt above the flap of your bag, and Miguel watches the realization sink into your eyes.
“No. Don’t be silly,” you say empathetically, shaking your head. “You can’t fight the Avengers.”
“I’ll eliminate them if I have to.”
You drop your bag to the floor, where it lands with a thud and you stare at him in disbelief.
"No. No you're not. We're not killing any Avengers. Jesus! That’s some textbook supervillain shit, Miguel. They’re earth’s mightiest heroes!”
Your fingers wrap around your wrist, fiddling with the smooth surface of the device, as you turn back around and look out over the sky.
"I don’t understand. Why aren’t we just using the watch? You said you were done fixing it. Why do we need to be on the run? I thought that so long as I leave this dimension that will solve everything right?"
A flash of endless white invades his mind. The blank infinite void and your face crumbling underneath his fingers.
Fear grips his spine, and he feels sick at the thought. Has to grind down on his jaw to swallow the bile pressing up against his throat.
"No," he grits out.
"Miguel, what do you mean ‘no’?"
He shakes his head, and his lips itch with irritation, “We can’t use it, Not until we know it’s safe. It’s still untested.”
“Well, yeah? But the only way to test if it works, is to actually use it.”
“Not on you,” he grits out.
“Okay,” you sigh, clearly frustrated with him. “What do you suggest then?”
“We need to test it on someone.”
You tilt your head, brows drawn together in deep thought. “What, like… animal testing? Are we going to find a rabbit or something?”
“No, not a rabbit. Their physiological and genetic make-up is too different. Even if they make it through, it doesn’t give us an indication it’s safe for you. We’d need to test it on someone human.”
Your eyes widen at his answer, and he can see the moment it clicks for you. You take a step back away from him, seemingly without conscious thought, as if some remnant survival instinct is telling you to keep your distance.
“We can’t just grab an innocent person off the street.”
Miguel snaps, veins flashing with heat as his hands curl into fists at his sides, and a blinding white crowds his vision. “You wanna go back to the void!? Is that what you want?”
“No, but what if it doesn’t work? What if they get hurt? Or worse, what if they die and disappear?”
Something cold drips through his chest and he feels strangely numb and devoid of empathy for the thought of those other people.
“Better them than you,” he says.
Your mouth drops with an expression of disbelief as you run up to him.
“No, that’s not right, and you know it! Let’s just use the watch Miguel, we’re running out of time.”
There is a faint phantom sound of a beating pulse burrowed in his brain that won’t stop. He tries to bite down against his teeth to make it stop but it does nothing to mute it.
Fuck, fuck. His head hurts, streaks of white pain lashing against his temple. “We’re not taking any risks,” he grits out.
Something touches his cheek, and the suddenness of it makes him flinch until he realizes it’s you.
You and your soft hand splayed across his face as you tilt him down to meet your gaze.
“The world is literally ending outside because of me. People are going to die if I don’t do this. It’s not up for debate.”
He doesn’t understand.
Why don't you see that none of that is important. That's not where your focus should be. After everything that’s happened. After everything you’ve been through, you need to be prioritizing yourself. It’s the only way you’ll make it out of this alive. Why can’t you see that?
“People are always going to die,” he tells you. “I can’t save them all. But I can save you. You’re the only one I care about.”
Your hand slips from his face and he walks across the room, picking up your discarded backpack from the floor and stretches out his hand towards you.
“Come on, let’s get going,” he says.
You don’t take his hand. Your eyes are glued to the floor, and he can’t read your expression. The jarring beating noise in his head is getting louder now. It aches and threatens to split his skull apart with it.
“I’m not going to leave,” you say, without moving.
A bitter sound crawls out of his throat and it tastes like mud. “I thought you said you wanted to live. You asked me to protect you, remember?”
“I know, but not like this. Not at the expense of other people’s lives.”
God this is ridiculous.
“Let them die! This world would turn on you in a second!” he snaps.
It already did once, and he doesn’t know why you would care about the lives of people who never did the same for you.
You bite down on your lower lip as if gathering courage before you meet his eyes again.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me so far,” you say.
Miguel can feel his own brows draw tight in confusion. You sound so formal and unlike you, like he’s a stranger to you. You’ve never spoken to him like that, even back when he first met you and you didn’t even know him.
“What are you talking about?” he sneers. Some part of him doesn’t want to understand what he’s hearing even as you’re saying the words.
You smile, sad and disingenuous and it breaks his heart all over again, cause he’s seen this smile on you before and it nearly killed him.
“You only promised me three months until the universe collapsed. It’s happening now, so our time is up.”
His heart sinks at your words. So this is how it ends up again huh? You’re not going to let him save you.
He can’t even imagine it. Or rather, he can. Can imagine all too well the myriad of ways you could die. All the ways that he could fail to save you again. Knows he wouldn’t survive holding your broken body in his arms a second time.
“Cielito,” he says quietly, tipping your face up to his with his fingers on your jaw. “Please.”
The unease in your eyes is still there and he has to look away. Drop his own eyes, and just stand there feeling like his chest is caving in and taking the universe with it because…. because….
“I can’t… do this.” The words come out in a hoarse whisper. “I can’t lose you again”.
“Then let’s use the watch. Now. No test bunnies,” you try again, eyes sparking with something like a glimpse of hope.
Your fingers curl into his shirt, and he knows you’re doing your best to convince him. Because up until now, everytime you’ve asked him something he’s always said yes.
He's never known how to say no to you.
“You might die.”
You give him a strained smile, as you look up at him and his chest aches at the sight of how sad and scared this one is compared to every other one you’ve thrown his way up until now.
“That’s a risk we’ll just have to take,” you say.
Images of you flash before his eyes, crowding his vision. Of your body, broken and mangled and wrong. Your lip split open and blood trickling down your nose. Of your broken bones and missing eye.
No.
Not this time.
Sadness gives into anger. It burns and simmers in his veins until it roars with an unquenchable flame.
“I’m not gonna let that happen.”
He steps forward towards you and at his advance, you retreat, walking backwards until your back hits the wall. You jolt in surprise at the contact, too focused on him that you’re not paying attention to your surroundings.
You have no survival instincts. You wouldn’t survive two minutes out there alone without him.
“Wait! Wait. Miguel, what are you–”
Your arms raise in self defense to fend him off before he so much as touches you. But it’s no use. It doesn’t matter that you’re using everything in you to try to push him away. Doesn’t matter that you’re summoning every ounce of force against him. It doesn’t make any difference.
He barely exerts any effort, circling one hand around both your wrists, and locks them there against the wall to hold you in place.
If you refuse to let him protect you, he’ll have no other choice but to make you. He parts his mouth, holding you firm against him as he bares your throat to him.
One bite. That’s all it’d take. He could keep you safe while he does what’s necessary, you wouldn’t even know what happened by the time you fully wake. It’d be so simple.
Would be.
But there's a familiar sound that invades his ears. The rhythm of your heart pounding painfully hard and fast. The very same sound that haunts him when he's awake and into his sleep.
He looks down at you, your eyes are wide, brimming with tears. There’s fear there.
You’re scared... of him.
His stomach sinks. This wasn’t supposed to be the way it goes.
He just wanted you safe. Happy. Alive. Why won’t the universe let him keep you alive.
“Miguel, please.” Your voice is small, trembling on the words as you barely get them out. “Don’t do this.”
He stops.
Releasing his hold on you, he lets your hand slide back down against the wall.
Fuck, what was he thinking? What was he doing?
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I–”
He stands in front of you, unsure of what to do or what to say as he gazes down on your frightened expression.
There’s a tremor in your shoulder and the wet sheen of tears threatening to spill from your eyes. All he wants is to draw you into his arms, to hold and comfort you to make it better. But how can he do that when he’s the cause of it.
He keeps his distance, staring down at you. He doesn't know what to do.
"Miguel–" you start.
Before he hears the rest of your sentence, there’s a strange sound that Miguel picks up from a distance breaking his attention.
A low hum of an engine, that makes his entire back tense. It’s the sound of something flying through the air. Not large enough to be another helicopter. But whatever it is, it’s moving at the speed of a fighter jet and approaching your hotel.
Everything in him roars to attention as he tears his eyes towards the window.
There is a small silhouette that grows larger as it approaches in the distance against the broken skyline.
Then it's here.
A plated armor of shiny gold and metallic red that hovers in the middle of the sky against your city view of 62 floors up.
A man covered in alloyed iron from head to toe.
Guess that’s why he calls himself Iron Man. Not very imaginative is he.
Miguel can feel you tense up next to him. Before you have a chance to get any funny ideas (like give yourself up) he puts a hand on your shoulder, cautiously nudging you back to stand behind him. He steps forward until his body blocks you entirely from view.
In front of him, Stark enters through the open balcony door moving forward until he’s standing some 10 feet away from you. It is entirely too close for Miguel’s liking.
There’s a crackle in the air as a distorted voice sounds through the speakers of the armor. “Step away from the lady, Big Blue,” the quippy voice that is unmistakably Stark’s says.
Miguel throws a glance at the Iron Man, the way he’s tracking dirt and scraping his clanky metal feet across your hotel room floors.
“I’ve been told by an old friend that these strange occurrences and the looming end of the world are related to our lovely Disney princess over here. So we’re gonna have to take her in.”
“Miguel,” you start from behind him, nudging at his wrist. “It’s okay, I should–”
He cuts you off. “And what are you planning on doing to her if I did?”
Even behind an expressionless steel mask, Stark averts his gaze. A reflexive gesture of guilt.
Yeah, that’s what Miguel thought.
At least the man has the decency to feel ashamed.
Adrenaline buzzes through Miguel’s veins, and he feels the heady rush of it as he unsheaths his claws, primed for a fight. “You’re not laying a fucking finger on her.”
“Wait,” you shout trying to push your way past him, but Miguel blocks and drags you back behind him.
“Don’t hurt him,” you shout above his shoulder.
Christ!Miguel can’t believe you’re still trying to argue Stark’s case when the man admitted he's planning on executing you.
“We’ve built a device that lets us leave this dimension. Things will go back to normal when I’m gone,” you continue trying desperately to negotiate with the bastard.
Stark shakes his head. He takes another step closer, and Miguel feels fire and brimstone crackle in his chest.
“I’m afraid we’re out of time” Stark says, taking yet another step. “We can’t take the risk. We have no reassurance the universe will just reset when you leave.”
You finally stop struggling against Miguel at those words.
“Sorry, Sparkles. No hard feelings. But it’s you versus the fate of the entire universe. I hope you understand.”
Miguel wants to laugh. He's heard that sentiment before.
There is a hellish whirring sound of an engine gearing up in warning, Stark raises his hand as the reactor in the metal armor goes glaringly bright. Aimed in your direction.
Miguel leaps, grabbing you by the waist with one arm and curling his other behind your head for protection. The first blast hits the wall not two inches from where your face would have been.
He pivots midair, crashing into the nearest wall of glass, making sure his shoulder connects with the window for impact to make your escape. Glass shatters around you both as he leaps from the 62nd floor.
The cold evening air lashes punishingly against his face at the descent. Your arms tighten around his neck, and the two of you fall through the sky, in the way you two have twice before.
Miguel cuts through air and gravity, soaring downwards.
He has to get you out of here. Has to throw them off and lose them.
Something sharp whizzes through his side, with a whiny little noise.
Arrows, he realizes. His fangs practically itch with annoyance.
What kind of idiot brings arrows to a superhero fight?
He tears through the air, intending to dodge them, but an invisible force wraps around his limbs with a punishing force.
The only thing he can see is a thin red fog infiltrating the nearby air surrounding him. Some kind of weird, dark magic. Miguel doesn’t linger on the thought for long.
There’s more of them, the stupid arrows. One after another, all aimed with uncanny precision despite the increasing velocity the two of you are falling with.
Miguel should be able to easily dodge them, but with his restrained mobility he can’t guarantee it wouldn’t leave you exposed. At this angle and trajectory, they’d pierce right through your femur.
Shit! He can't risk it.
Twisting in the air, it’s all Miguel can do to press you closer and cover every exposed inch of you that he can. One arrow pierces right through his ankle, another his side between his sixth and seventh ribs.
Fuck!
Kicking out his feet, against the cladding of the building, he tries to break his fall as best as he can as he sinks his claws into the concrete for leverage to climb upwards.
But he misjudges the angle. Miscalculates the weight. Gets everything wrong.
Sharp pain streaks through his leg as he tries to gain traction one last time, gripping with the claws of his feet. It doesn’t work. He falls.
All he can do is brace your fall with his body so you don’t get hurt.
He lands with a nauseating thud against the hard roof below. Back first, absorbing all the impact, and the white blinding pain spears through the length of his entire spine.
Fuck, everything hurts.
He tries to get up, but his shoulder is fucked. The muscles burn, and he can’t seem to move properly, must’ve dislocated it on his way down.
“Miguel, are you–”
“I'm fine,” he interrupts, biting down hard to stem the agonized groan that wants to erupt. “It's fine. We’re okay.”
He takes hold of the sloping roof tiles beneath his claws, the building seems tilted at an impossible angle. It must be the after effects of this dimension warping.
Gripping tight, he uses it to leverage himself upright, ignoring the painful sensation shooting through the nerves of his back.
He hooks his claws into the crevice of the cement and begins to climb. It's excruciating, but he manages it, laboriously dragging the both of you up the short length of wall to settle you on a ledge, where you at least have the questionable safety of steady ground beneath your feet.
Fuck, you’re shaking, obviously terrified. He pulls you to him until he can cradle you in his arms and between his legs, and wrap himself around you, hoping to comfort you.
This is so stupid. He should’ve just listened to you from the start. Should have had Lyla transport you out of here.
Shouldn’t have let it go this far. He just couldn’t do it. Wasn’t willing to take the risk. Couldn’t live with himself if his miscalculation would be what took your life.
He didn’t want to risk it.
But he’s running out of options.
Because he needs you to live. This version of you. This you who drives him mad and makes him smile and makes him want to live again. Singular and unique, and he’s going to love you until his dying breath. Just as surely as he loves the other you.
“Lyla,” he calls out and from your wrist, the familiar amber glow springs up and Lyla appears. “Calculate the location for a dimension jump.”
“What destination?” she asks, simple and straight to the point. For once there’s no sass. Even Lyla must understand the severity of their situation. That more than everything else that preceded this moment makes Miguel worry about just how fucked the two of you are.
He takes a second to think about it. Where could he safely bring you? Somewhere you could be safe without a doubt. A dimension without Avengers or interlopers or mad crazy shit like this that would put you at risk. A place that he knows like the back of his hand.
“Earth 928-C,” Miguel orders.
He watches you, tucked to his side, eyes wide and afraid and guilt grips at his lungs. How has he managed to fuck it up this badly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, gripping firmer around your shoulders. “You were right. I’m sorry. We should’ve just done it your way from the start.”
“Mig.” Your eyes soften, the worry and alarm melting from your eyes.
It doesn’t last for very long. The scent of sulfur singes the evening air. Then there's a bright flash of red lightning against the sky.
Miguel only gets a split second to catch it in the corner of his eyes, then it’s already flying towards you.
He leaps in front of you, pushing you back and out of the way.
Whatever it is, hits him with the force of a tank, catapulting him into the air. He doesn’t have time to react but his latent survival instinct reacts for him, webbing shoots out of his wrist by reflex, sticking to a nearby wall. It’s the only thing that holds him suspended in the air so he doesn’t drop some several hundred feet below.
There’s a high pitched whistle echoing between his ear drums. He feels discombobulated. Like he doesn’t know left from right and when Miguel pulls himself upright, everything spins. He is sure that he is going to be sick and vomit.
Reaching down to his stomach, it’s strangely wet. Must be the fucking rain, which is… odd, because the material of the suit is supposed to be hydrophobic.
He brings up his fingers into view, and instead of the shin gray of water, his hand is soaked in red.
Well fuck.
There’s gashes in his suit. Deep cuts that’s broken through the skin. He’s bleeding. Heavily.
Shit, he doesn’t have time for this.
Where are you?
He grits his teeth, ignoring the sharp and searing pain as he grabs hold of the cold metal of a nearby banister and pulls himself back up to the rooftop. A groan escapes him before he can swallow it back down.
It’s fine. It hurts. But it’ll heal.
It doesn’t matter. He scans his surroundings, searching for you. What matters is you.
On the far side of the next building, he spots your colorful bright shirt. You’re sitting upright, which means you’re still conscious.
Still alive. Thank god.
Relief floods him until he spots the looming shape of shiny metal above you. Stark.
Your mouth is moving as you look up at the man and even with his super hearing Miguel can barely make out the words you’re saying above the chaotic noises surrounding him.
“Promise me you won’t hurt him, please.”
A cold sliver runs up his spine when he hears you. The realization lances through him painfully. You weren’t arguing for Stark’s case before.
Why is he always such an idiot?
Stark extends one hand towards you, raising the repulsor gauntlet. The blazing reactor in his palm blinds Miguel’s retinas with a sharp pain.
“I won’t,” Stark promises.
No. nononono.
Miguel leaps before he can think. There is no thought or tactics. His brain is wiped blank, driven by pure impulse and instincts: to protect you. Keep you safe. Keep you alive.
He tears through the air, feet stomping down on the hard iron torso and Miguel grabs the hard metallic throat under his hand, putting his entire body-weight into it as he slams down until there’s a satisfying crunch beneath. Can feel the hard alloy skull hit the concrete with a heavy and unforgiving thud.
A blast goes off, and there’s sharp and bright searing pain that burns along his entire side, but he ignores it.
He slams down again, blindly and without aim. Until the force pushing back against him from underneath stops and goes slack.
The light on the eye sockets flicker. Then the robot suit slumps and powers down in his grip. Miguel lets go, letting the heavy suit fall to the ground, before pulling away.
His feet wobble on the ground beneath as he takes a step back. His line of vision askew and tilted. He can feel his consciousness slipping, and he has to shake his head hard, to snap himself out of it.
He needs to find you and get you out of here.
Everything spins. The skyline seems to swim in swirly lines, and he can’t tell if it’s his consciousness failing him or the reality around him is warping.
From a distance he sees your small silhouette, running up towards him, and all he feels is relief spreading through his chest.
“Miguel,” You reach for him, pulling off your cardigan and shoving the fabric of it onto him, pressing it up against his stomach to slow down the bleeding.
“It’s fine. Leave it.”
“No, it’s not fine! Nothing is fine! You’re hurt, bleeding and–” your voice is trembling, and he can hear the tears pushing up against the surface as your shaking hands fumble in your attempt to try to keep the pressure on him to stem the bleeding.
You’re in tears over worry for him.
You care too much. Always did, and he doesn’t deserve it.
To his left the arc reactor engine whirrs as it reboots and starts back up.
Stark is conscious again.
From a distance, Miguel can hear the faint sound of more jet engines whizzing through the air.
From the corner of his eyes, he can see the silhouette of a woman rising in the sky, bathed in a menacing crimson halo of an aura.
Bastard is calling for backup. The two of you have only a handful of seconds left at best.
You're surrounded.
There isn’t enough time. Lyla is probably not even done with the calculations. There may still be errors. God knows where the two of you will end up this time.
But it’s now or never.
“Cielito.”
At the nickname your eyes dart up to his. The fear in your eyes calms when you hear his voice, and he can’t help the faint smile tugging on his lips despite the situation the two of you are in.
Even though he hasn’t earned it after everything he’s put you through tonight, there’s still trust left in there for him. It is more than he would have dared to wish for.
Miguel cups your cheeks, cradling it in his hands. They're damp, stained with tears that he wipes away with his thumb.
He wished he had some perfect words that could make them stop. Wished he could have done something that prevented them from happening in the first place.
"I'm not going to let you die." He leans down until his forehead rests on yours.
"I love you," he says, and he just wished he'd said it to you sooner. Wished he'd gotten to say it more than once.
There's a lot that Miguel wishes he could have done differently.
“Lyla.” His hand finds your wrist and the familiar cool metal of the device. Then he presses the button and all he can do is hope for the best.
“Get us out,” he commands.
A burst of light erupts all around him. Bright and blinding.
Please let it work this time.
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You wake to darkness. Everything is washed in a hue of moody blue.
There’s no one here besides you. Miguel isn’t here.
Your gaze darts to your left and to your right, but you can’t make out anything.
You can’t find him anywhere. Didn’t you two go through the portal together? Why isn’t he here?
Panic climbs up your chest and claws into your lungs, you feel like your chest is collapsing in on itself and you can’t breathe. Did something happen to Miguel?
Miguel was hurt. He was bleeding a lot. It comes to you in scattered fragments. The sharp smell of iron filling your nostrils. Slick viscous liquid, sticky on your fingers. The sound of his choked and bitten off pain as he tried to protect you.
You can’t do this. Can’t sit here and wallow in your fear when there is so little time. You bite down on your tongue, stifling the pathetic sob that wants to climb out of your throat. You make yourself swallow it back down as you force yourself to stand up on wobbly legs, and observe your surroundings.
There’s nothing here. Just this dim muted darkness. Just more empty space. There’s no wind here. You’re not exposed to the environment, which means you’re definitely inside a building somewhere. Craning your head upwards, the ceiling stretches high over 20 feet at least and you can barely see where the walls begin or end.
Where the hell are you?
Bringing your wrist up, you press the power button of the watch. “Lyla?”
Nothing.
Oh fuck, you’re all by yourself.
You mash the button with your thumb, pressing a little bit too hard, as you call for her again.
There’s a pinging sound, as the holographic image floats above your wrist.
“Sorry, sorry! That was a rough ride,” she says as she straightens her heart shaped glasses that are crooked on her nose.
Immediate relief fills you at her familiar face. “Lyla, where are we?”
She makes a face. “I’m not entirely sure. I didn’t have time to finish my calculations before Miggy had me pull you through.”
“Where’s Miguel,” you ask, and your voice is sharp and shrill even to your own ears.
Lyla peers up at you, eyes filled with something that looks like concern. “Your heart rate is very elevated. You might be in shock. Do you want me to show you edited photos of Miguel in a bunny suit to make you feel better?”
From a distance you can see a door left slanted. There’s a flicker of blue and amber light from beyond it, and you start to walk towards it.
“Is that a door?”
“Uhm, boss-girl I don’t think that’s a good idea. We don’t know where we are.”
Despite Lyla’s warnings, you keep going, because whatever danger waits behind that door, it’s still better than the alternative of sitting like a lame duck, wasting precious time when Miguel is hurt and in need of help.
You reach the door and peer into the next room. There are holographic screens in the middle of the space raised on a podium.
In the center of it you see him. His familiar broad back hunched over the screens. Dark-blue fabric that stretches wide over his shoulders. You’d recognize him anywhere.
Miguel.
He’s here. He’s okay.
You run up towards him, nearly skidding on your unsteady feet as you begin to full on sprint. “Miguel!”
At your voice, the whole of his back stiffens and straightens up until he slowly turns towards you.
You run up the podium and you feel like you can finally breathe again as you reach him, flinging your arms around his neck as soon as he is within reach. You want to cry with the overwhelming relief that fills up the whole of your chest as his arms come up and wrap around you like a protective cocoon.
“I woke up and you weren’t here, and I thought, I thought…” you’re rambling, words clogged up with the tears you had held back before. Now though, in his arms, the floodgates have opened and there's no stopping them.
“I’m here,” he says.
One hand soothingly strokes the small of your back while his other gently stroke your face, fingers sliding down your throat and shoulder, assessing you.
“You’re bleeding,” he says.
His voice turns cold, gritted out with anger between his teeth that makes your spine breaks out in shivers. “Who did this to you?”
You raise your head from his embrace, looking up at him in confusion.
No, you’re not the one bleeding, the blood is his. What does he mean who did this to you?
“What do you mean?” you sniffle. “I’m not– The Avengers they– It’s your bloo–” your words come out stuttering and scrambled. You can barely think. Your heart is beating so hard you think it’s going to burst out of your chest.
Lyla said this didn’t she? You’re in shock.
His eyes soften at your distress, and he gently shushes you as he strokes your cheeks, guiding you back to his chest. His hand rests on the top of your head as he keeps you there pressed up against him, locked in the protective space of his embrace.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he says quietly into your ear. His voice is so soft and gentle, in complete contrast to the iron grip of his arms locked around your chest and back.
It feels different.
You stiffen in his arms, and his hold on you tightens. Your blood freezes in your veins. Something is wrong.
“It’s okay, I’m not gonna let anything hurt you, Nena.”
Huh?
No, you’re not–
Miguel doesn’t call you that.
He buries his face into your collarbone, mouth pressing to your skin.
You try to resist, try to anchor your hand that’s trapped between your bodies to wedge and push him away, but he only holds you to him firmer.
“You’re safe,” he murmurs into your neck, and you can feel his warm breath gust over the goosebumped skin. The hint of his sharp fangs scraping across your flesh.
Wait, wait–
“You’re not Mig–”
The rest of it is lost in a pained gasp. His teeth sink into your neck. Bright sharp whiteness blinds your vision and excruciating pain sears through your nervous system. Every ounce of strength in you goes with it, your muscles turn slack as you lose control over your own body.
Everything goes dark again.
~ Next Issue
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