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

Yes papa. meat.

EEK IM BACK stuffs gonna get more interesting after this, BUT THIS IS STILL ENTERTAINING I PROMISE. 

Enjoy!

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Peter B walked into Miguel's house to the warm and inviting smell of spices. The humid august air only made the pleasant scent stronger, enveloping his senses further.

"I'm back!" He called to the yellowing room, the light cast from the sun eating up all the shy shadowed corners. Peter B liked the sun. It was soft and it had time for everyone. He didn't mind the shade, but when at the beach or any outdoor place, he would spend as much time soaking it up as he could. Mj said he was photosynthesising like a plant, which made Peter laugh.

"We're in the kitchen!" A deep voice responded, shuffling through the dark spots of the hallway.

Peter turned the corner to the kitchen and saw Gabriella stirring something on the stove while Miguel's hand was resting in a pan next to the pot she was stirring. This alarmed Peter B.

"What are you doing?" Peter B scampered over to Miguel who looked at him, confused.

"Hm? Oh, I'm checking the temperature of the pan. I'm waiting for it to get hot." He dropped his gaze back to the stove.

"But doesn't that...ok whatever you say big boy."

Miguel shot Peter B a mean squinted eye at Peter B's choice of words.

"What can I do to help?" Peter asked, still fascinated by the fact Miguel's hand was still on the pan, unwavering.

"Can you set the table?" Miguel asked.

"Yup just point to where the plates and stuff are and I'll get right on it." Peter B winked at Miguel who cringed.

"Here." Miguel took his hand off the stove and moved to left side of the kitchen and opened a cupboard and a drawer beneath it. Meanwhile, Peter B experimented with putting his hand in the pan where Miguel had just pulled his from. He regretted it instantly. "Ouch" he muttered to himself shaking his hand as if it would help the burn.

"Great!" Peter B sauntered on over to where Miguel had been standing and they swapped places. Peter began pulling out the pretty blue China plates Miguel had. Admiring the designs on the front. The pretty picture of a house with a woman in front of it tending to the gardens faced Peter B.

"These are pretty. Where'd you get them?" He looked up expectantly, waiting for an answer from Miguel.

"Thrifted. I got them all for ten dollars." Miguel was brisk in his response but Peter B thought it was cute that Miguel thrifted.

"Nifty!" Peter B was uncomfortable with his own word choice.

The three busied themselves around the kitchen in a good kind of quiet. Although Peter B could still tell that Miguel was very uptight and tense. It was all in the shoulders and hands. Miguel's shoulders never left their place close to his ears as if he was trying to block out the noise, and Peter B couldn't help but notice how the very tips of Miguel's claws were peaking out of the tips of his fingers. Peter B decided he would help deal with that later.

Once the table had been set and the food had been served the three of them sat down around the sunbathed table and dug in. Peter B watched as Gabriella's face lit up when the food came to her lips. He could tell that under the table her feet were kicking back and forth with joy.

"This is good papa!" Her eyes wide and full of thankfulness.

"Good to know. Is this a keeper?" Miguel asked her, putting on a smile. Peter could tell Miguel was trying his best to put on a show for Gabriella so that she didn't fret over the man, but Peter B could tell how hard it was for Miguel just to do simple mundane things like smiling and cooking a meal.

"Yes! Thank you!" Gabriella really was a great kid.

"Yeah, this is great Miguel! Thanks!" Peter B chimed in.

"It's not much, really." Miguel looked down at his plate sheepishly, embarrassed by the sudden attention.

"Oh hardly!" Peter B said, waving the beef on his fork above his head before it fell from its podium onto the table with a loud thud that shook the whole thing. Miguel balanced his head on his hand and smiled softly into it while Gabriella cackled at the fallen meat and crestfallen Peter B.

They finished their meal and Miguel went to put Gabriella to bed while Peter did up the dishes, trying to be as much of a help as he could be. Miguel was terrible when it came to asking and reaching out for help. The man really did seem to think he could be totally self sufficient. But if there was one thing he had learned from Aunt May, it was that doing things together was always better than doing it yourself. There was only one thing he was worried about.

How was he going to tell Miguel that he was staying the night?

He had told Mj that's what he was doing so he was stuck going through with it. Peter B knew it was going to be for the best, but was Miguel really going to think the same? Peter B thought not. Peter B was pulled from his thoughts by the heavy footsteps of Miguel coming back down the stairs.

"Thank you Parker for doing the dishes, you didn't have to though."

"I know, but I wanted to be a help to you considering you could really use it right now, and don't you dare try to deny that, because I know you would." Peter said, flourishing a gloved finger at Miguel's chest who looked at him alarmed.

"You don't have to stay any longer now. I can do up the rest." Miguel began to reach for the soap covered sponge Peter was holding before Peter B jerked his hand away from Miguel and looked up at the taller man with guilty eyes.

"That's all very good, but you see,"

Miguel brought a hand to his forehead, "what did you do?" He sighed.

"I may have kind of sorta told Mj that I was going to stay the night and not just for dinner."

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Peter B doesn't think very much does he?

Cya soon!