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

Hiding from Help

!TW SELF HARM (Its not too graphic but just as a warning :)!

What a way to start a chapter...sorry guys! Its him not me <3

Enjoy!

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 Miguel's arms hurt. Badly. He looked at the deep cuts his claws had created. Miguel quickly got up and went over to the bathroom in his space. He didn't need Peter seeing his arms in the state they were and then start worrying about him like he always did. Miguel quickly turned the sink water on making sure it was hot before he stuck his arms in it. Perhaps it was a little too hot, but Miguel payed no mind to that. He scrubbed desperately and aggressively at his tired arms to clear any traces of blood left on them, but every time he would think he was able to discard the blood, more would bloom from the wounds. Miguel was becoming increasingly more frustrated by his own stupid mistakes. He kept working on it with all that he could, to little avail.

Just then, he heard the office door click open.

Miguel scrambled to shut the bathroom door.

"Miguel? Where'd you run off too?" Peter B's voice rang through the large dark space.

Miguel heard Peters footsteps making their way over to the bathroom door. Soon enough, Peter B knocked on the door with his knuckles.

"Are you in there, Miguel?" Peter B called out softly.

Miguel was quiet for a moment, departing if he was going to answer or not.

"Yeah, I'm in here."

"Ok, I'll wait for you at the couch." Peter Bs voice was gentle, just like how he always was with Miguel.

If Miguel didn't know Peter B to the degree that he did, he would have assumed that he was soft spoken because he was afraid of him. Many of the other spiders were. Miguel figured they didn't mean anything by it, but that didn't stop it from hurting. Yes he was bigger and taller and different from the rest of them, but he didn't see how that could be a major reason as to why they felt the way they did about them. The worst part about it for Miguel was that he constantly had to pretend like it didn't affect him.

Miguel fixed his suit and just prayed that the blood underneath would stay at bay. And with that, he unlocked the bathroom door and walked pasted Peter and up onto his platform.

"Hey man, I brought some food you know. They didn't have your empanadas today so I just grabbed this breakfast wrap looking thing." Peter B disregarded the fact that Miguel had just breezed on by him without uttering any words of thanks.

Peter sighed when he got no response and decided to take matters into his own hands. He trudged on up over to the platform and sauntered over to Miguel.

"Hey, you're going to need to eat, ok? I don't want to force you, but you will have to." Peter whispered too Miguel, putting his hands on Miguel's shoulders and rubbing the gently before grunted and shoved them off.

"Miguel, come on." Peter sighed.

"What?" Miguel growled, not cooperating at all.

"Please don't be this way," Peter reached for Miguel's arm to turn him around to get him to face him, but Miguel flicked his hand away with an angry force in his gesture.

Miguel glared at Peter B through glazed eyes.

"What?" Peter asked, confused by Miguel's sudden reaction to the touch he had previously been accepting. Peter B knew he was most likely not going to get a response, but he pressed on anyways.

"Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" He tried, still, no response.

Peter B was trying to be patient but he was beginning to find it hard when Miguel wasn't even answering his questions.

"Look, Miguel I need you to answer me." Peter B grabbed Miguel's lower arm and forced Miguel to look at him.

Suddenly, Miguel wrapped his hand around Peters wrist and yanked his hand off, a look of fear flashed over Miguel's face, his heavy brow drawn in a tight line and his lips pursed. Peter B watched Miguel's eyes dart to Peters hand. Peter also watched as Miguel's eyes widened before going back to their normal sad state. Worried by Miguel's sudden change in expression, Peter B looked at his own hand and found fresh blood smeared across it. Surely, he wasn't holding onto Miguel that tight, was he?"

"Miguel, whats this?" He asked, deeply concerned, looking at his hand further before looking up at Miguel.

"Its nothing." Miguel snapped, tightening his fist into a ball, his claws inevitably digging into his palm.

"No, Miguel it's definitely something. Give me your arm." Peter unfolded his hand, waiting for Miguel to place his own in his.

When Miguel didn't, Peter took things into his own hands. He shot his arm out and grabbed Miguels. He didn't like using force on Miguel, but it was the only way to get him where he needed him to be.

"Let go." Miguel's voice was strained with worry.

"No. Lyla, can you turn off the suit part on his arm?" Peter asked, not expecting that Lyla actually would.

To Peter Bs surprise, she did without appearing. Truthfully, Lyla felt extreme concern for Miguel and for his safety so going against his orders in a situation like this was ok.

Miguel looked around frantically, not wanting to have to face the consequences.

Peter B gasped, looking at the gaping open wounds on Miguel's lower arm. Without saying anything Peter B gently thumbed over one of the gashes and watched as Miguel's arm tensed under the unwanted pressure.

"Miguel what is this from?" Peter looked at the taller discomforted man.

"Nothing." Was all Miguel could muster as he tried to pull away from Peter B, only for Peter to tighten his grip on Miguel.

"No, Miguel. Please don't lie." Peters heart was beating against his chest like it was trying to get out and start a life of its own off in the world.

When Miguel was silent, Peter B slowly lifted his other hand to Miguel's cheek and cupped it gently. This brought Miguel's attention to Peter.

"Miguel?" Peter asked expectantly, but softer this time.

Miguel still didn't speak, but the tentative unfurling of his claws was enough for Peter B to understand what had happened.

"Oh Migs." Peter carefully placed his hand over Miguels wounds before looking at him again and continuing.

"We should go and get you cleaned up, ok? I can help you." Peter B offered Miguel a small smile.

Peter B was still given no response, but the hefty sigh Miguel let out was enough for him to know that Miguel was up for the help.

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Peter B should be given an award for all he's put up with fr

Cya not so soon! (Imma post a chapter this week and next week. I'm sorry I didn't have time to write anymore than two chapters :( I plan on putting up the chapters for this Saturday and next Wednesday.