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

Let me hold your hands

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Peter B had never actually spent that much time with Gabriella before today and he was wishing he had. They got along great and made each other laugh. Peter B would miss a ball and Gabriella would crumple to the ground in laughter. Peter B would naturally join in. Her laugh was very contagious after all. He wondered how much she was able to get Miguel to laugh. Peter B then realized he should probably check on Miguel whether he liked it or not.

"Hey Gabs, I'm gonna go check on your father!"

"Oh, he's home?" She said with a frown on her face, "he didn't say hello." She muttered to the ground.

"Oh don't worry about it. I'll coax him out of his dungeon!" Peter B said triumphantly, raising a finger and swishing it around in the air.

This made Gabriella giggle and she nodded in understanding, "you better!" She smiled at him.

Peter B was quiet when approaching Miguel's room, or the one he supposed was his room. He knew how sensitive Miguel was to noise and in the state that he was currently in, too much noise would be, well, too much. Once at the door he put an ear up to it to listen for him before barging in. Because of his heightened hearing he did hear something. Soft almost barely audible cries weeped from behind the closed door. It was the most quiet Peter B had ever heard Miguel. They were fragile, as if he was afraid to do so. Suddenly there was more sound. There was a shifting that graced Peter B's ears. The sound of stumbling footsteps on the carpet were muffled by the door but were still there. Peter B pressed his ear even further into the door. Something hit the floor and Peter B's brow furrowed. It wasn't a heavy thud, but Peter B was still curious about it nonetheless. He heard shallow breathing coming from the room. It was then that his spidey sense went off. Peter B gripped the door knob and opened it just in time to see Miguel leaning against his bed with rapture in one hand and the gun in the other. Peter B looked at Miguel who just looked back at him with wide eyes, mouth partially open. Peter B scanned Miguel's body and saw two puncture marks in Miguel's arm. They were red and angry marks. Miguel and Peter B both stood completely still before Peter B lurched forward at Miguel, arm outstretched reaching for the gun.

"No!" Miguel yelled at him, pulling away so Peter landed on the bed with a harsh "oof".

Peter whipped around and flung his arm at Miguel, who tossed the vial aside and grabbed Peters B's arm with one hand. Peter gasped as Miguel's clawed fingers dug deep into his skin before Miguel threw him to the ground. Peter hit the floor and winced in pain.

"What the hell man?" Peter B cursed before getting on his feet again and reaching for Miguel.

Peter B grabbed onto Miguel's collar, hoisting himself up before pushing Miguel's head out of the way as he grasped for the gun. Miguel once again, gripped onto Peter B and shoved him into the wall. Peter pushed himself off the wall and used the force to propel him forwards at Miguel. He felt Miguel's talons in his side as he scrambled for the gun that Miguel was holding high above his head. Peter webbed Miguel's eyes and Miguel cried out in anguish, dropping the gun and clawing at his eyes instead. Peter quickly picked up the gun and threw it at the wall with all the strength he had. The gun shattered. Peter B looked back at Miguel and gasped, running over to him. Miguel sat on the floor, his hands digging at the space around his eyes trying to get the sticky web off. The skin around Miguel's eyes was shredded and upset and Miguel was still going at it.

"Miguel, stop! You're hurting yourself!" Peter yelled, grabbing at Miguel's hands to pull them away from his face.

Miguel just kicked him in the stomach, shoving him backwards and away from him. Peter just crawled right back to the man. This time, he was more gentle.

"Miguel, please." He whispered, slowly and carefully bringing his own hands to Miguel's face, shooing Miguel's out of the way. Peter B tenderly began picking away the web from Miguel's eyes. Once he did, Miguel slowly opened them to stare at him with distressed eyes.

Peter observed how Miguel's chest was rapidly rising at falling and the way his pupils had grown to almost two times their normal size. Peter B knew that Miguel's pupils would grow for two reasons. Either when he liked something, or when it was rapture. His eyes were wet around the edges and his face was red.

He had his answer.

"Miguel, this needs to stop." Peter B pressed a hand against Miguel's cheek.

Miguel's eyes darted right to Peter's arm where blood was dripping down. Miguel's breath hitched and he tried pulling away from Peter B, but Peter B wouldn't let him.

"Get away from me." Miguel mumbled around a mouthful of fang.

"No, you need help." Peter B kept his voice hushed.

"I'm dangerous. I'll hurt you!" Miguel stressed.

"I don't mind getting a little roughed up if it means I can help you." Peter brought his other hand over the spot on Miguel's arm where the wounds from the rapture lay. He thumbed over them, rubbing them gently. Miguel looked away and tensed up under Peter B's grip.

"You have to stop looking at the ground when something makes you uncomfortable. I don't care. I wouldn't judge." Peter B consoled softly.

Miguel suddenly tensed up even more, "don't say that." It came out less aggressive than he had hoped. It was more of a plea than a threat.

"Oh, ok. What do you need?"

Peter watched as Miguel slowly raised a hand palm up in front of him.

"I can't get them in." Miguel mumbled, embarrassed.

"Here, let me try somethi-"

Before Peter B could finish Miguel jerked his hand away from him.

"Tell me what you're going to do before you do it." Miguel commanded.

"Right, sorry. I'm just going to try pressing down on your palm if that's ok." Peter B shrugged.

Miguel sighed and extended his hand out once again. Peter B took it tenderly in his grasp and pressed his thumbs against his palm. He delicately massaged Miguel's big hand and took great care to make sure Miguel was ok with the touch. He looked up now and then to check on Miguel's face. Slowly, they both watched as Miguel's claws sunk away. Peter looked at Miguel with a proud smile.

"Did you see that?" Peter B gasped triumphantly.

"Of course I did." Miguel grumbled avoiding Peter B's eyes.

"Now give me your other hand."

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Hope u enjoyed! I probs won't be able to update it tmrw but I will as soon as I can!

Cya soon!