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

Something in the city air

Hello! The story is finally starting to pick up the pace! Not much to say about this one other than enjoy! :)

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It's been three weeks since Miguel met Peter. He told Miguel about how he had been sucked from his own dimension and ended up in his. He had figured, after seeing familiar faces, that there must be some other Spider-Man, and went looking. The two of them got along quite well. Miguel enjoyed getting to go out on the town every night to survey the city with Peter. It made his job a lot quicker and often time, more pleasant too.

It didn't take Miguel long to get to know Peter. He wasn't quiet, like him. He knew when to stop talking though. Miguel appreciated that. He was perfect. Perfect hair, perfect frame, perfect laugh, perfect smile, in short, he was the most perfect man he knew. And unfortunately in classic Miguel fashion, he compared himself to Peter. He was fascinated and jealous of him. He could shoot web, he could sense when something was about to happen, he called that his "spidey sense", he could even stick to surfaces, which made climbing so much more manageable for him. He wanted to be like him. He wanted to be with him. As much as he ignored that part of himself.

"Goodnight Gaby, I'll be out for a little while." Miguel said getting up from Gabriella's bed where he had been reading to her.

A sleepy eyed Gabriella looked up at him, "Ok Papa. I love you." She smiled softly, already drifting off into a world of her own.

Miguel made his way into the kitchen and grabbed the keys from the counter, being cautious of the noise. He took off his gray sweatpants and pulled his black shirt up and over his head. For a moment, he stood in just his boxers before switching on his suit which came to life in a flurry of twinkling particles. Miguel had noticed his suit was different from Peters. Peters was a proper suit with a zip in the back, not a hologram. Yet another aspect that differentiated the two. Miguel opened the front door to see a grinning Peter standing in wait.

"Ready?" Miguel asked.

Peter nodded and the pair went off into the night.

There wasn't much action in the neighborhood, much to Miguel's relief. That meant he was able to spend more time talking with Peter and less time focused on the livelihood of the city of Nueva York. The two decided to break on a nearby open roof, where the stars were out in full force. They sat down shoulder to shoulder and just talked. Miguel really did like talking with Peter. He was an interesting man. He was always talking about what it was like in his world, a place "less futuristic" (Peter's words not his) than his own. He heard tales of The Prowler and King Pin. Peter said he speculated the whole reason he was trapped in Miguel's world was because of King Pin.

"Ive heard word of this, thing? Alchemax called it a collider?" Peter phrased the whole sentence as if it was one giant question.

And of course, with Miguel having worked at Alchemax, knew just what Peter was talking about."

"mmm," Miguel nodded in agreement, "I didn't know you had one as well. Think of it as if it was a black hole, or portal. It's supposed to be able to transport beings from parallel universes to the one the collider is situated in. It's not very stable, and isn't a good idea."

Peter was silent and Miguel started to wonder if he had said too much.

"How do you know all that?" Peter looked at him, awestruck with stars in his eyes. Miguel felt his cheeks heat up.

"Oh, I used to work at Alchemax." He looked down in shame, not his proudest moment. He hoped it didn't sway how Peter saw him. He was so enraptured by Peter to the point where he felt like he would be playing a losing game if he ever disappointed him. It had only been three weeks but Miguel already knew how he felt for Peter, but oh god would he never tell Peter.

"I, I don't work there anymore. I didn't like how they treated the employees and I felt like it was too dangerous. I don't support anythi-"

"That's actually really cool." Peter cut him off.

"What?" Miguel cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah! I mean, you know all the inside secrets,"

"Yeah the inside secrets." Miguel thought to himself. What would happen if Peter found out about him and his dealings with rapture?

"That must be helpful with your Spider-Man work now." Peter stood up and reached a hand out for Miguel to grab.

"I suppose you're right." Miguel said, grabbing Peters hand and hauling himself up to standing.

Peter gestured for Miguel to follow him to the edge of the roof. Miguel, naturally, followed the alluring Peter. The way he always had a sort of bounce in his step, Miguel observed how he walked on the forefront of his feet every now and then. The pair sat on the edge of the building and looked out across Nueva York, it's buildings pedestal like. It was hard to tell where the stars kissed the ground and where the buildings reached to grab them. They both seemed to blend perfectly together. Like an artist's oil paints on crisp canvas.

"So, what's your life like outside of the whole Spider-Man paraphernalia?" Peter questioned.

Miguel wasn't quite expecting the whole "life out of work" question so soon, but then again, nothing about Peter was expected.

"Oh, well, not much I-"

"What do you mean "not much"? Any form of life is more than "not much."" Peter scolded Miguel, putting a pointer finger to his chest.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Miguel looked away, embarrassed by his supposedly foolish choice of words.

"Outside of Spider-Man stuff I, I don't know. I just work at a coffee shop downtown."

"Really? What one? I'd like to visit when I can!" Peter said, smiling.

That made Miguel's heart flutter. Peter Mc. Perfect wanted to see him outside of business.

"Oh it's uh, it's got a stupid name." Miguel chuckled, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

"Stupid names are good." Peter said in all honesty.

"It's, Foam Party." Miguel looked down at the ground, embarrassed.

Peter was quiet for longer than Miguel would have liked, for the second time. Peter stayed quiet, but Miguel felt an below his chin, and a solitary finger lifted his head up. Miguel's heart stopped.

"You have to stop looking at the ground when something embarrasses you or makes you uncomfortable. I don't care. I like what you have to say. I wouldn't judge." Peter twinkled, his eyes reflecting the city's lights.

Miguel's mouth parted slightly, his full lips were still. Peter had kept his hand on Miguel's face. He had moved it to his cheek and Miguel gently rest into it, miraculously maintaining eye contact with Peter. He blinked unsure of what to say or do, but that was alright because Peter knew.

Peter leaned in and kissed Miguel tenderly on the lips. Miguel's eyes lit up before slowly sliding shut, becoming more comfortable with the touch. The pair held it, both of them content in a pleasant state of mind before Peter pulled away, just to connect their foreheads together. He stared at Miguel through his eyebrows, a sincere and lovey glow tempered on his skin. Miguel, still shocked, just stared at Peter. His Peter? What was that? He wondered.

"Was that ok?" Peter whispered.

"Yes, more than ok." Miguel mused, full of mush and calm.

Miguel rest his head on peters perfectly muscular shoulder, his cologne was just as dreamy as the rest of him, Miguel thought to himself.

"I have a daughter, as well." Miguel confessed.

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End of part three!

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