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

Not again

This one's a doozy sorry guys.

If you can listen to music while you read, I HIGHLY recommend listening to In My Room by Chance Peña!

Good luck. Enjoy.

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Miguel threw his head around to look at where the familiar voice had come from. The mangled man beneath the rubble looked at him weakly.

Miguel's eyes widened.

"Peter!" He whispered, stress lacing every letter.

Miguel shot off of King Ping and scampered over to the fading Peter.

"Oh Peter, Peter no." He cried quietly.

Miguel came to a sudden halt and kneeled down harshly in front of Peter. He gently put his hands around Peters limp head, cradling it in his lap.

Not again. Not like Gabriel.

Peter looked at him with a weak smile. The life in his eyes fading in and out. Peter brought a tired hand to Miguel's wrist, gently holding it in his grasp.

"Hey, its going to be ok-"

"No, no Peter it's not!" Miguel's breathing began to speed up.

"Miguel, please. There's nothing we can do." Peters voice was so quiet Miguel had a hard time picking up his words.

"I'm so sorry." Miguel felt tears beginning to pile up around the outskirts his eyes.

"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything." Peter mumbled quietly.

"Thats the problem Peter! I, I didn't do anything." Now tears where properly falling from Miguel's soft brown eyes. They began to hit Peters face and everytime one did, Peter would flinch slightly just out of reflex. It showed just how beautifully complex humans were. Even in times of distress there was time for reaction. There was something to tragically beautiful about it. The body would rather spend evenly divided time on every aspect of it, than focus on the one main disrupt in the system.

"Miguel, you did what you could. You were so good to me."

"No, no don't say "were" please." Miguel whimpered, bringing one of his hands out from under Peters head and sliding it to his cheek, thumbing it gently.

"Miguel, I love you so much." Peter adjusted his head to kiss Miguel's hand.

Miguel then bent down, knowing he didnt have much time left with his Peter, and kissed him tenderly on the lips one last time. By the time Miguel disconnected their lips, Peters breath had already stopped. Miguel's shoulders slumped in defeat, a wreck. Why he wasnt allowed to be a happy man was beyond him. He wished the universe would tell him what he did wrong the day he was born to make it hate him so.

There was a commotion from behind Miguel, but alas, he made no effort to shield himself from King Pin. If King Pin was going to end him, so be it. But King Pin did not do that. Miguel startlingly, felt two large arms wrap gently around him from behind. Miguel let it happen. King Pin held him for a moment before speaking, "I'm sorry." Was all he said, but it was surprisingly understanding and empathetic and was far from mockery. The mans warmth stilled Miguel for a moment but Miguel soon began to feel his own shoulders shake. Miguel lost all composure and turned around in King Pins embrace pressed himself into the bigger man. Miguel let the man hold him in the comforting sanctuary. King Pins arms cradled his upper body in complete protection. He stayed in his embrace for the greater part of fifteen minutes and he would've been more than ok with staying in it for forever if wasnt for the sound of ruble being moved that caused the two to break apart. King Pin urged Miguel to go hide and so he did.

The man from earlier rose from the debre without the boy.

"No luck?" King Pin inquired.

The mysterious man lifted his helmet before speaking, "No luck. What happened to you?" The person dressed in black and purple asked with a brow raised, staring at King Pins well beaten complexion.

"Thats irrelevant. We need to get back to Alchemax before we get spotted." King Pin gingerly avoided the mans question. The person in black nodded in agreement before putting his helmet back on and traveling in the direction he had just emerged from.

"I'll be there in a moment. I just have to deal with this body." King Pin told the figure who had stood waiting for him before turning around and continuing down the abandoned subway. Miguel felt suddenly defensive over the body of his Peter.

King Pin then readjusted his position to face where Miguel had been hiding before motioning for him to come out. Miguel just felt like sitting there. He didn't feel like he had it in him to continue on. So thats what he did. He continued to sit, slumped over with his head resting awkwardly on a pole. Hidden out of sight. He heard a sigh come from King Pin along with heavy foot steps. King Pin pushed the piece of metal away from where Miguel had been concealed and looked at him with empathetic eyes.

"Hey," King Pin started before he was met with a cold glare from Miguel.

"Ok, now there's no need for that. Come here." King Pin beckoned for Miguel to get up and come out of his hiding hole. Miguel slowly did, avoiding all eye contact with King Pin.

"Lets take care of Peter, shall we?"

"I, will take care of Peter." Miguel snapped, baring his fangs weakly at the ground.

"Ok, then I'm going now. I'm sorry. I am. And I suppose I played a small part in it. But in all honesty, it really wasnt all me. It was the boy." King Pin stated, turning to leave before Miguel stopped him.

"Wait," Miguel mumbled, digging his claws into King Pins wrist to keep him from going anywhere. "What did the boy look like?" Miguel finally looked up at King Pin with harsh sad eyes.

"He was young. Fourteen maybe? Kind of scrawny too." King Pin confessed.

"Was he white? Black? Because the information you have given me isn't helping." Miguel growled more quietly than he was expecting.

"He was black. Look, thats all the Information I've got. on him, ok? Let go of me." King Pin Said impatiently, ripping his grip from Miguel's. He got ready to leave again and Miguel stayed quiet. King Pin stopped and turned back around.

"Don't let yourself go to waste over this."

"Don't tell me what to do." Miguel spat.

There was the shuffling of feet and King Pin left.

Miguel didn't know how long he had stayed with Peters body, but it was long enough that a worried Jess come to retrieve him.

"You need to get home." She sighed, to the equally lifeless body who made no effort to get up.

"Ben is with Gabriella right now, and shes terribly worried about you." The mention of Gabriella seemed to bring Miguel back to his senses.

"How long have I been here?" He whispered.

She hesitated, "three days."

Miguel's heart sank. He needed to get back to Gabriella.