Tolerance - Miguel O'Hara

Five ♡

Spiderman is at my window.

I jump out of my bed and run to my window, opening it without hesitation. Spiderman pulls off his mask and a smile form on my face. He smiles at me, his face flustered. He enters my room and clears his throat looking around. 

"Peter!" I exclaim, running to him and wrapping my arms around him. I feel him suck in his breath as he proceeds to wrap his arms around me. 

"Someone missed me, huh?" I pull away and he places his hands on my shoulders. "I missed you too."

I can't help but beam at him. He looks so handsome right now. "Is that why you're here?"

"Well I got kind of confused when you just left last night, out of nowhere." He laughs sadly.

"Didn't Miguel expl-"

Peter shakes his head. "Miguel was gone too, I thought you guys had run off together or something...you know?" Peter places a hand on the nape of his neck.

I shake my head and laugh. "No, I was trying to get away from him!" Peter looks at my outfit and smiles. 

"Your outfits' nice." He places a hand on his hip. "It's nice seeing you without your suit."

I blush.

"How did you find me?" I ask.

"You know...I just tracked Miguel and where he had been...I assumed this was your apartment so..."

"You were that desperate to see me...huh?" I tease but he doesn't smile. 

"I haven't been able to get my mind off of the situation...I... I really want your help, Petra." He clasps his hands together and puts them to his mouth, as if he's praying. "Please."

"I..I don't know if that's a good idea, Peter." I press my lips together. "I mean me and Miguel don't exactly get along."

Peter shakes his head. "No...no Miguel." I look to him with confusion in my eyes. "We can do this alone...we don't need him." 

I stare down at the ground in uncertainty. "I still don't know, Peter...my uncle just died, I should stay here."

No, I shouldn't.

Peter lets his hands fall to his sides. "I see...I'm sorry." I look to him, but he's focused on his feet. Suddenly I get the feeling that this isn't just about helping him out.

"It's okay." I speak, not knowing what else to say to that. Peter gives me a weak smile.

"It's not like you're the only Spider-Man." He looks me up and down and scans my pajamas. "Well, you're the only Spider-Man I've ever seen in pajamas."

"Spider-Woman." I correct him and he smiles. 

"Right."

After a few moments, Peter backs up toward my window. "It was nice to meet you, Petra. I hope you get things figured out." He speaks, his eyes sad. He turns around to leave...

I should let him go.

"Wait." I stop him just as he's about to jump. His body flinches and he looks back at me. "Don't leave yet, please."

He smiles.

"I-I just...I don't know what to do yet." I mumble. Peter climbs back through my window and up to me.

"That spider bit you for a reason, Petra....maybe this is it." He places his hands on my arms I suck in my breath at his sudden touch. "Just keep that in mind."

My head feels like it's about to collapse under the pressure. I feel Peter's hands slide down my arms and I watch as they grab my hands. He squeezes them softly, causing me to look up at him.

"Peter...I.." I whisper.

"I promise you, Petra. I will protect you." He offers me a small smile and I see the comfort and desperation in his eyes. I pull my hands away from him and make my way to where my suit was laying.

"Let's go." I tell him and he smiles widely as I approach him once more. He places a hand on the small of my back pulling me closer to him. He touches a few buttons on his watch, opening up a portal.

"Don't forget yours." He reminds me and I snap the one Miguel gave me on my wrist. "Do you trust me?" He asks, I bite the corner of my cheek in uncertainty. 

This is Spider-Man... of course I trust him.

"I trust you."

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When we arrive at Peter's place, I feel like I'm going to pass out from exhaustion. I stumble into the room as I try to catch my balance. I just about fall.

"Woah-Woah!" Peter exclaims as he catches me before I hit the ground. "Are you okay?" He lays me on the couch. I look to him with sleep catching my eyes.

"Y-yeah." I smile. I feel a hand on my knee, and I open my eyes to see sitting on the other side of the couch with a hand on my knee. HIs other hand was busy looking through channels on the TV with a remote. My eyes flutter shut, and I drift off into unconsciousness. 

4:03 AM

I wake up suddenly although I don't know why. I look at the digital clock Peter has on his coffee table. I take a deep breath as I question what woke me up. I'm about to get up when I feel a weight on my hip and right leg. I lift my hips up, scooting my body back. It's pitch black but I can see a figure looking up at me.

"Peter?" I whisper, genuinely shocked and confused.

"Wha-" I feel his hands across my legs and my heart racing.  "Petra!" I hear him gasp and then laugh. "I am...so sorry..." 

I don't say anything in return. Does he think I'm mad?

Should I be mad?

"I must have fell asleep watching tv...and I move a lot in my sleep...I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay Peeter...I'm not mad."

"You're not?"

"No." I whisper, too tired to say anything else. I feel him sit up and I open my mouth in objection. "Wai-" I say quickly and quietly. 

"I can go..." 

"No." I shake my head. "Don't go...please."

I can't see Peter's face, but I assume he's either smiling or flustered. Or both.

"Oh..." He says quietly. "Okay." I feel him lay his head on my waist and I feel his arm over mine. I breathe heavily as he wraps an arm around me. "This okay?" He mumbles against my stomach.

"Yeah...it's okay." I close my eyes and place my right hand on his back. I feel him inhale and exhale, I can feel his heartbeat accelerating. I smile as I finally drift back to sleep.

That was definitely a dream.

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When I wake up to a strange rumbling across the room. I notice Peter, who's sprawled out across me. One of his legs is in between mine and his head is buried between my right arm and waist. I look around the room, the daylight brightening everything up.

I hear a familiar voice mumble something in Spanish.