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

Boats on a pond

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(Part of it is inspired by one specific Another Country scene, look up "Another Country boar scene" on YouTube to watch ittttt its like two minutes lmao)

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The two of them swung down to the park, Peter B in back to make sure Miguel got there safely.

Once in the park, Peter B marveled at the wonderfully tall trees that were reaching their longer spindly fingers into the sky for just one crumb of it. Most of them were maples, a few pine and dogwood sprinkled in. The park's ground was a stony concoction. It made every step Miguel and Peter B took sound like pop rocks. And off to the right side of the park place was a great cleared expanse of grass that was freckled with dew that reflected the light that the lamps cast upon them making it look like there were not only stars above the pair, but stars below their feet as well.

Peter looked around, seeing what the silent safe haven had to offer. Beyond the grassy field was a pond. It wasn't very big, but it did have an exquisite bridge that stretched from one side to the other. On the water were punting boats.

"Miguel, look at those!" Peter B ran up to the exhausted man, tapped him vigorously on the shoulder and pointed to the boats.

"Why don't we sit on one of those? We don't have to go anywhere, but it's more fun than sitting on a bench." Peter B was already hurrying Miguel over to the boats before Miguel could even try to disagree.

"Ok, fine." Miguel grumbled, shooing Peter B off of him.

Peter B ran on ahead and hopped in one of the punting boats. It was the perfect size for both of them.

The water was very calm; there was only an occasional disturbance when a fish would nip at the surface for a bug that would rest on the water. There were Lillie's, lots of them. Yellow, pink, and white blossoms kissed the green water pads softly on their silky lips, as if without them they would surely sink.

Peter B beckoned for Miguel to get in the boat. He warily stepped into it, holding onto the edges of it with a death grip as if the boat was playing trick or treat and deciding if it was going to let Miguel sit peacefully or knock him out into the warm august water.

"No need to be so uptight! I'm not gonna tip us if that's what you think." Peter B snickered.

"It's not that." Miguel groaned as the boat shook.

"Oh? Than what is it Mr. Tough guy?" Peter pried, propping his head up with his hand.

"I don't want to get wet." Miguel mumbled, his claws digging into the side of the boat as Peter B adjusted himself so he was closer to Miguel.

"Isn't that pretty much what I just said?" Peter asked quizzically.

"I don't like getting wet. Ok? Happy?" Miguel sat down in the boat with a thud.

"Aha! Just as I suspected!" Peter B's mouth quirked up.

Miguel rolled his eyes and struggled to get comfortable and Peter B watched in vain.

"Come here." Peter B called softly to the man wrestling with the boat.

"This was a stupid idea." Miguel sighed.

Peter B sat against the far edge of the craft, his legs stretched out in front of him and his back against the wall. He opened an arm for Miguel to rest on.

Miguel timidly crept over and let his head lay gently against Peter B's beating heart. He closed his eyes and listened. The steady thrum was a constant source of life. A constant source of comfort. Miguel let his breath sync up with Peter B's before slowly bringing his arm around Peter B's stomach. He opened his eyes before speaking, "I'm sorry." They weren't the words he wanted to say, but it was what came out.

"You're sorry?" Miguel felt Peter's eyes on him from up above.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I guess I should've-"

"Oh, be quiet! You have nothing to be sorry for! I'm the one who offered! Miguel, I know my opinion doesn't have that much power in the matter, but I really don't like how much you apologize. I mean, yes it's much better to apologize too much than too little, but seriously, I can tell how much self loathing you do through it! And it hurts me to see you and hear you speak about yourself the way you do. I want you to love yourself the way everyone else does."

There was a long drawn out silence that covered them in a warm fuzzy blanket of sadness.

"I know," Miguel spoke quietly, "I wanted to thank you, I guess. But I felt like part of this is my fault. Like maybe I'm overreacting? I don't know. I just don't want to cause any more problems than I already have. I-" Miguel was stopped by Peters finger which came to his lips.

"I want to hear what you have to say, I want to hear how you think, but I want to tell you that you don't always need to know what to do. You don't always need to know what to do next. You don't even need to know what to say next. We weren't made, as humans, to know everything. Why do you think 80% of the ocean is unknown? We don't need all the answers. There's bliss in not knowing, and letting life play out on its own." Peter B whispered.

"You're right. I never knew you to be someone with such wisdom, Peter." Miguel smiled into Peter's front.

"I'm glad to hear it." Peter said, bringing a hand to Miguel's hair and gently running his fingers through the soft dark strands.

Peter pulled his hand from Miguel's hair and rested his own head against Miguel's. The two sat there together on that warm night bathed in sticky air and botanical smells.

Miguel stirred, causing Peter to lift his head and look at Miguel who was looking back at him, his face relaxed for the first time Peter had seen it in weeks.

"We should get going." Miguel mumbled with sleepy eyes blinking slowly.

"Sounds like a plan." Peter said, smiling attentively at Miguel, glad to see he was slowly moving towards getting better.

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EEPY MIGUEL EEEEEPY MIGUEL

Anywaysss I won't be able to upload tmrw bc I'm going to a wedding so I hope this keeps u fed!

Cya soon!