Miguel had just finished a mission as Spider-Man 2099, the protector of Nueva-York when he was coming home to his beautiful wife, you. you knew he was going on a dangerous mission, and she was worried sick about him, and he knew that, and it was understandable as her damn husband just told his wife that he may not be coming home if anything were to happen.
So, he drove home, wanting to just relax as he parked the car, opening the front door and seeing you watching TV on the couch while working on something in front of her, deciding to surprise her as he sneaked up behind the couch, pressing a kiss to her neck as he ruffled her hair. "Hey, amor, I'm home."
Of course, she was happy, happy he was alive, and he was happy he was alive too, but, there was an issue. For the rest of the day, she did not stop bothering him. She clung onto him, asking if he needed anything almost every 20 minutes, if he was okay, if he felt fine. She was worried and he knew that, but he needed some damn space for a second. This was getting to be a lot.
Out of pure annoyance and anger, he messed up, raising his voice at you as he groaned in annoyance. He should have communicated he wanted space, but he was tired and he was not in the right headspace right now. So, he just yelled out of annoyance and anger. "Jesus christ you! You're so goddamn annoying do you ever shut up?! ยกDios mรญo!"