Tolerance - Miguel O'Hara

Six ♡

My eyes flutter open and I notice a familiar figure standing with his hands on his waist. I let out an audible gasp as I push Peter off of me.

"W-what?" I hear Peter say. 

Miguel takes his mask off and narrows his eyes at the two of us.

"You have got to be kidding me." He laughs sarcastically as he sits down in the chair next to him. He leans back, his eyes bouncing back between us. I rub my eyes and my face is hot. "I should've expected it." 

"Miguel...what the hell are you doing here?" Peter groans waving a hand at him.

"What is she doing here." Miguel points at me. My eyes are refusing to meet his. 

"She wanted to help." Peter answers before I can speak. 

"Yeah, okay...right." Miguel crosses his arms and smirks at me. "It sure seemed like she was helping you out...very helpful she is."

I rub my hands through my hair, fixing it. I still don't have the right words to say, I can't. This was the worst possible scenario. I notice Peter has his head in his hands. 

"I mean you guys have only known each other what, two days?" Miguel lets out a small, sarcastic chuckle. "I can only imagine what happened last night." 

"Nothing happened last night, Miguel." Peter explains. My face is probably scorching to the touch. Miguel is making me sick, furious. 

"You just fell asleep...on top of her...by accident?"

"Yes..." Peter starts, "I didn't even realize."

"I mean come on, Petra. I thought you were better than this." His red eyes burn into me, and I feel like vomiting. This was the last thing I expected. Peter is on his feet now, fists clenched.

"That's enough, Miguel." He says through clenched teeth.

"Or what?" Miguel leans his head back. "You're going to fight me? Don't be ridiculous." 

After a few minutes Peter is back on the couch. After a few moments of awkward silence, I'm laughing. I don't know why, but I'm laughing. Peter looks to me like he's terrified.

"I'm sorry." I say as my laughter dies down. "I'm sorry." I repeat. I look over to Miguel who is smirking at me. I force my eyes away from him. 

"What's wrong, Petra?" Peter looks confused, concerned.

"I'm fine, Peter." I stand up and make my way over to Miguel who shifts in his seat at my approach. "You knew I was here...that's why you're here." 

Miguel cocks his head, "Why do you say that?" 

I point to the watch on my wrist. "You can track people on here, you noticed I was here with Peter and decided to barge in." 

Miguel looks up at me with a smug look on his face. "It wasn't like that."

I narrow my eyes at him.

"Then what was it?" I hear Peter say behind me. Miguel stands up from his chair and walks past me and over to Peter.

"I assumed you two needed my help." Miguel looks over to me. "I assumed you guys were continuing the mission."

Peter scoffs. "If we we're we wouldn't have informed you."

"Peter, how's MJ?" Miguel asks, keeping his eyes locked with mine. Peter tenses up. 

MJ?

"I-I don't know...I haven't talked to her since we split up." Peter's voice is softer now, sadder.