Peter B Parker x Miguel O'Hara oneshots

Hospitalized

Song for my story: Heart to heart by: Mac DeMarco(idk it's a soothing song)
Made by: Me
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"What happened to you?!" Peter  asked, eyes wide as he looked at the half awake injured body of Miguel.
Peter watched as the EMS took him away, Miguel flashing a slight smile as they put him in the back.
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Peter sat next to Miguel, his hand outstretched the bed. Mayday was there too, in her chest baby carrier. Silently watching.
"Hello I am Mr. O'Hara's doctor, your friend here appeared to have 8 bruised ribs, left arm and wrists are broken, and his right leg is broken as well. We believe he might have a concussion so when he wakes up we are taking him in for an interview and screening test." He scanned the chart before directing his gaze towards the slim, tired man. Miguel's hair was a mess, and body bandaged up.
Peter nodded slowly and rubbed his face as the doctor slowly left the room, "press the nurse button if he wakes up." He said as he closed the door.
Peter sat there next to Miguel, he seemed to have been crying the whole night, terrified that Miguel could've died.
I should've trusted my spider senses..
Mayday held her small arms out, making noises, begging to be held by Miguel.
"He can't sweetie, he can't play with you right now."
Mayday pouted and squirmed in her carrier.
Peter gave up his phone to Mayday, before getting interrupted by groans.
"Augh.. wh...ere a....m... I....?" Miguel groaned, his speech slurred.
"Miguel..!" Peter smiled, his heart lifting knowing he was awake.
".....huh?!"
"Miguel?"
"It's.... s...o bri....ght...hhh..." Miguel flopped back down on the bed, having trouble to sit up.
"You're at the hospital.." Peter placed his hand on Miguel's, smiling while he slowly pressed the nurse button.
"M..y he..ad...... hurts..." Miguel kept groaning, his words barley forming, him having to breath with each letter.
"Hello is Miguel awake?" A young nurse came in, his eyes fixed on Miguel.
"Hhhhh...." Miguel coughed.
"We'll quickly take him to check if he has a concussion, we'll be back."
"Pet...er.. May....day... get... yo..ur a...ass ov...er h...ere....." Miguel started to sit up, a tired but angry look on his face.
"Te llevarán a ver cómo estás, we'll be here waiting for you." Peter said softly.
The nurse placed Miguel in a wheel chair and rolled him out and down the hall.
"Bah bah.." Mayday reached out for the injured man.
"Kid, just watch Disney on your phone.." Peter laid back on the chair in the room, slowly closing his eyes as Mayday silently pout while watching Mickey Mouse clubhouse.
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Weeks later

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"He's allowed to go home he just can't do too much. He's still healing." The doctor wheeled Miguel out into the waiting room, Miguel still dazed. "He also needs these crutches when he needs to walk around."
"Thank you, ma'am." Peter answered before taking the wheelchair to the car.
"When can I take these stupid bandages off." Miguel grumbled.
"Go in the car, Mayday behave back there with Miguel."
Mayday stared at the bandaged man, happiness along with excitement filled inside her.

Once they got home Miguel and Mayday sat in the living room while Peter took a quick nap I'm his room. Mayday was watching a Disney show, singing along when they sang. Miguel silently watched the infant, smiling.
He started remembering his daughter, she used to like a show similar to what Mayday was watching. Mayday always seemed to remind him of his daughter. Which hurts him at times. Especially now since he's actually hurt.
"Mayday.. can you keep it down please." Miguel sighed, his breathing almost completely normal, but his ribs were still a little sore.
He lifted his scratched up right arm and rubbed his head. He was still suffering with the concussion but the doctors said he would heal rather soon with the pain medication.
Mayday kept singing however, intentionally ignoring him thinking he was only playing around.
"Mayday... MAYDAY!" He hissed, covering his face with his one available hand.
Mayday saw the angry man and quickly waddled away into her father's room, tears forming on her little face.
Miguel sighed, thinking about what he had done.
He never meant to intentionally hurt the child, but his patience was low and he was still tired from the hospital. He was also emotionally hurt, thinking about his daughter. Seeing Mayday, was like seeing his daughter. Gabriella. He thinks about her everyday now that he sees Mayday. Their smiles, the way their eyes look at him, the way they walk. Sure those two are very different, but small things Mayday does reminds him of his daughter.
"ugh, Mayday ven aquí."
But no response.
It's been like that for a little while.
Peter said she got it from her mother. Holding small grudges just to make a point. But Miguel felt bad. Already loosing one, he could lose another just like that.
He tried apologizing to her, tried to play with her while he had the strength. But she would just stare at him, not wanting to do anything with him.
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"Miguel.. are you still sad about Mayday avoiding you?" Peter asked, his voice low and somber.
Miguel shook his head, not wanting to seem weak in a way, trying to keep up a strong image after all. But Peter could tell how he was really feeling. He put his hand on Miguel's large shoulder, rubbing it slowly.
"Well, I accidentally arranged a spidey tea party with the two of you because I have to go to the store sooo..." He gave a small glance over at the buff man. He could walk properly now and he didn't have as many bandages left.
Miguel sighed and got up, heading towards Mayday's room.
"Sweetie, Miguel is going to fill in as Spider-dad while I go get groceries! Be good." Peter gleefully said, quickly running out of his house before Mayday could realize what was going on.

The two just sat there, awkwardly waiting. Peter was taking a little longer than he should.
Mayday was busy playing on her own with her little tea set while Miguel just sat crisscrossed on the carpet, a guilty yet awkward expression plastered on his face.
"Mayday.." The name finally escaped from his mouth, Miguel wanted to make things right.
"Look, kid.. I'm sorry for lashing out on you. It's just.. so much stress and memories all at once.. and temporary brain injuries too. I know it's not an excuse but, I'm sorry. And I miss playing games with you, Mayday. You're like my... my second daughter." Miguel felt a tear escape his eye. He never been so open to anyone.. let alone a child. It's been a while since he could let all of it out.
Mayday giggled a little, which made Miguel blush in embarrassment, saying all that when she probably didn't even understand or listen to half of it.
"Papà!" She smiled, crawling closer to Miguel.
That made him feel warm inside, made him feel like he had a family again.
"Aw.. she's sorry.. oh! And those were her first words.. daw.." Peter smirked, leaning next to the door.
"How long have you been there?.." Miguel asked, his tone low and sharp.
"I'm just gonna start cooking.. you two have a nice tea party!"
Mayday laughed as she watched her father quickly scurry into the kitchen, which made Miguel smile as well, feeling a lot more relaxed now that the she was no longer 'angry' at him.

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The end idk