To keep you- Miguel O'Hara/Peter B Parker

Forward

Hello! I've been wanting to write this kind of story about Miguel, Peter, Hobie, Pavitr, and obviously Mayday for a while, but never got around to it! Finally my cousin and I have decided to start it. Elements of things that are canon will vary depending on the details, but for the most part, particularly any part of Miguel backstory specifically will be apart of his canon (pun unintended) story. If there are any questions about it, please let me know! 

Enjoy!

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"Dad! You're going to make me late!"

"I know Gabs! I just," there was a grunt, "need to finish putting on this stupid shoe!" There was laughter from the man concealed behind the egg white front door followed by a crash.

"Dad!" The girl drawled, chuckling and rolling her eyes at the drama.

"All good! It wasn't me, just the picture frame falling!" The man picked up the photo and smiled, a little girl happy in his arms holding up a wonderfully sweet handmade Father's Day card lay perfectly untouched within the unscathed frame.

"Come on! This is my first tournament and I'm forward!" The girl outside of the house whined to the man inside.

At long last, the door was finally swung open and a disheveled Miguel O'Hara stepped out, hair cow licked, and wispy eyes creased. He ruffled her hair, "Ok let's get out of here." He led the girl to the steel gray car and they hopped in.

The two were perfectly content in the silence. A perfect parallel to the quiet Miguel O'Hara had experienced at Alchemax. Miguel was not in fact paying attention to how he was breathing in the car, whether it was too loud, too quick. He was paying attention to the road, whether he made the correct turn, left, head straight to the warehouse-like building.

"Papa?" An unusually soft voice spoke from the back.

Miguel looked to the rear view mirror to see the little girl with up turned brows furrowed, frowning.

"What is it sweetheart?" Miguel asked, softening his own voice to match the tone that was emitting off the small girl.

"Do you really think we can win? I know we've been practicing for a long time, but I'm scared." She sighed, "I've only played forward once!" The girl threw her hands up in the air in defeat.

That was about the last thing Miguel had wanted to hear from his daughter. The she was scared. He knew it wasn't his fault but somewhere beneath all of the work, duties, and stress Miguel couldn't help but feel that part of it was. Maybe he didn't build her up enough. She must feel like he doesn't spend enough time with her. That's what it was. Time. The dreaded reaper himself. Time did wait nor stop for anyone. It wished well upon no foul or whole hearted soul. Miguel was always too busy to spend quality time with her, and boy, did it leave him in a state of anguish for her. She was good, patient, and kind to him when he needed it and Miguel felt like he never did that enough for her.

"You have no need to be scared, hunny. Let me draw something to your attention."

Miguel saw the girl's eyes lift to the rear view mirror to meet his, her interest had been peaked.

"When did you play forward?" Miguel asked his daughter

"Last week." The girls voice lilted up at the end, as if asking a question, doubting herself.

"Exactly. Your last game was last week. And did you win?" Miguel continued, "yes you did. And did you win by a landslide? Yes you sure did! The score was fifteen to three! Who spearheaded that?"

There was silence, "you, silly goose!" Miguel chuckled,smiling at her through the mirror.

"Oh, I guess." She shrugged, clearly not convinced yet.

"Oh, honestly. Your coach wouldn't have you play forward this game if she didn't feel like you were fit for it! You are amazing and you are going to kill it." Miguel egged.

Miguel saw a small smile playing at her lips.

"Yeah, that's a good point."

Miguel smiled, glad he finally got to her. "It sure is. Now, go in there and crush it. I'll come in a second. You've played here before, you remember the way right? Through the door and to the-"

"Left." She finished for him.

"Great! Good luck Gabriella."

Gabriella crawled over the middle consul to her father and gave him a great swooping hug. Miguel's arm wrapped around his daughter as he kissed her soft deep brown hair that he had molded into a perfect ponytail earlier that morning. She hopped out the car and Miguel watched her small frame skitter to the doors of the gray building. He sighed, proud. Proud of her. She was so headstrong and so resilient. He knew she would make it far. He was snapped back to reality by the increasing feel of nausea that had made a home for itself in his stomach. He pinched the skin between his eyes, before he reached into the bag on the passenger seat. He pulled out a small bottle that had the word 'rapture' scrawled across the front. The liquid sloshed inside the thin tube. Miguel reached into the bag again to pull out an extensive gun-like injector. He doubled over briefly before he settled himself again. He clicked the container into the contraption. He looked around just to make sure there were no parents walking by with children around. For the last thing he needed would be to have the police called on him for something that was totally legal, although in his humble opinion, it should most certainly not be legal for the devastating effect it had on the lives of its users. He hated his father for it. For getting him hooked on the damn stuff. He harked back to the harrowing days he had spent woozy, scrambling over the papers, files, and tools scattered across his desk looking for answers. And of course, that wonderful day when he had successfully figured out a way to remove the addiction he had by transferring his old genetic code, the one without the pesky life ruiner, into his new and un-improved DNA, his vexatious coworker decided to try and end his life.

Miguel wished he did.

Instead the spider he had tried to sabotage Miguel's life with, just fused with his already existing genetic code meaning not only did he not get rid of the addiction, but he was then stuck with the claws, night vision, sensitive eyes, spinnerets and teeth. Another person he hated for that sabotage. But the hate didn't last long, considering the man bucked up and fell out a window to his death after seeing what he had done to Miguel. He felt awful about it. He had tried to save him, but his new found claws got in the way. He felt awful about a lot of things.

Miguel pulled himself out of his thoughts and plunged the gun into his upper arm.

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End of first part.

I have no idea how many parts this is going to be, but it's going to be a slow burn, so expect a lot (or at least a few) 

Let me know what you think! I wanna know what direction I should take this! See ya soon :)