Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

STAY [F]

MINDING MY BUSINESS, I worked on filling out paperwork at the HQ's infirmary. I work here as a nurse as it was my job before becoming Spider-Woman.

I hummed to a tune to keep me awake as it was past midnight. I stored the last of the paperwork I needed to fill out in the drawers when all of the sudden, I hear a commotion. I furrow my eyebrows and turned around, seeing Peter ramble while Miguel was being held up on him.

I rush over immediately, putting Miguel's other arm over my shoulder.

"What the hell happened?" I asked Peter, setting Miguel down on the nearest stretcher.

"Mission gone wrong," Peter said as he helped, "Cut him up pretty bad."

"I can see that," I tell him as I rush and get my medical supplies. He was already losing a bunch of blood, so I had to do this quick. It meant I couldn't put him under anesthesia or anything.

"I gotta get back," Peter informed me, "Before the villain escapes."

"Yeah, go," I nod, waving him off, understanding. He runs back to wherever he came from and I focus all my attention on Miguel.

"You're going to need stitches," I tell him, beginning to do my job, "I can't give you any local anesthetic, so... this is going to hurt."

"What?" Miguel furrowed his eyebrows before groaning loudly. His hand immediately grabs mine.

"Let my hand go!" I looked down at him, panicking as I was midway through his skin, stitching him up, "I'm trying to help you!"

"Perdón, perdón," he apologized in Spanish, taking his hand off mine before raising both his arms behind his head.

He winced every few seconds, but I go as quick as I can, apologizing every time he made a sound.

After about 20 minutes, he was stitched up and bandaged. I take a deep breath as I look down at him, placing everything I used on a nearby counter.

I moved and got some new bandages for other wounds he had. I walk back to him and bandage him up properly before looking down at him with a smile smile on me face.

"You did great," I told him, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly, "You alright?"

He nodded as he looked up at me with tired eyes.

"You should rest," I tell him, "Let your body regenerate."

As I begin to walk away, he grabs my arm.

"Quédate un rato," his voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke to me in Spanish once again, "¿Por favor?"

I shook my head, chuckling at his antics, "No way. You need your beauty sleep."

Next thing I know, he pulls me closer and then on top of him. My eyebrows knit in confusion at the same time my cheeks flush red.

"¡¿Tu 'tas loco?!" I yell at him, looking at him as if he were insane, "You just got sutures!"

"Come on..." he spoke, his voice slightly cocky as he shrugged, "Quédate."

His cheeks were pink and at that moment, I knew I couldn't say no.

I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Still, I stayed with him, laying next to him.

After a few minutes, I yawn as I feel his chest rising and falling. I then feel his hand come up to my head. He runs his hand over my head soothingly, making my eyes feel heavy.

"I need to stay awake..." I spoke softly as I felt myself falling to the calls of sleep, "In case... In case... someone... needs me."

"Shh..." Miguel softly shushed, continuing to pet me, "We have other people here that'll help. You're tired."

I nodded, easily succumb to his words.

"That's true..."

He chuckled softly. I felt his eyes on me and I sleepily looked up at him. I saw as his rosy cheeks had never faded.

"Hi," I smiled up at him, trying keeping myself awake.

"Hi," he looked down at me his thumb running down the side of my face, "Go to sleep, querida."

"As long as your awake, I'm staying awake," I yawned, my body shaking slightly as tiredness ripped through me.

"I'm about to go to sleep," he told me, a small smile on his face, "Right after you do."

I shook my head as it lay on his chest. "I have a feeling you're lying."

He stifled his chuckle and uses his free hand to close my eyes.

"Dulces sueños, cariño."