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

Painting over Mistakes

EEK I hope this publishes when I want it toooooo! 

Anywaysss enjoy!

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Peter B took Miguel to the bathroom where he carefully set him down on the toilet. Brefiely, he ran a hand through Miguel's hair, just so he could help get it out of his face. Peter B held onto the edge of Miguel's face, giving him a look drenched with empathy for the poor man.

Peter B wished there was more he could do for Miguel. He wished he could fix everything for Miguel and give him the perfect life he never got to have. He wished he could give him back his brother, and Peter, and Gabriella. But he couldn't. So the most he could do was take care of the lost soul. Peter could sometimes swear he saw an abandoned little boy wandering around aimlessly in Miguel's tired eyes. A boy who was confused and alone. A little boy who never truly got to be a little boy and had no choice but to grow up too fast for his own good. Peter B wanted to bring that little boy out from behind Miguel's guarded eyes and sit him down in front of him and tell him stories to make him laugh and feed him food to keep him fed and sing to him on those scary nights. Peter wanted to meet Miguel for the first time. Peter wanted to meet the Miguel nobody had ever met, and that kept him going. That kept him patient.

"Let me grab the first aid kit." Peter B told Miguel, reaching into the creme cupboard above the marble sink.

Miguel sat, his mouth partially open, staring at a framed painting on the wall opposite to the toilet. The painting was subject to two figures in the middle ground lying on their backs staring up at the big fluffy clouds that covered the sky. One of their arms was out stretched into the sky, seemingly pointing to a cloud. Roses dotted the edges of the painting, blanketing the characters in a tapestry of romance.

Peter B noticed the intensity of Miguel's stare as he turned around with the first aid kit in hand. Peter B followed Miguel's strong gaze and began to look at the painting himself. There was a thick silence over the two before Peter B finally spoke.

"What are you thinking right now Miguel?" Peter said, getting on one knee to match Miguel's height more easily.

"The painting." Miguel said hesitantly.

Peter outstretched his hand, palm up for Miguel to rest his hand in. Miguel delicately placed his large hand in Peters slender one.

"What about the painting?" Peter B asked, trying to get Miguel to really think about anything but the events of the day.

"I don't know." Miguel mumbled around his fangs.

"Thats ok. Take you time." Peter told him, patting Miguel's arm with a warm wet cloth to gently get up any of the drying blood.

Peter B continued to work on Miguel while Miguel stayed pleasantly silent. Peter B would've enjoyed the moment, if he wasn't stuck worrying about what Miguel could possibly be thinking about.

"I like how detailed the clouds are." Miguel spoke suddenly.

"Hm?" Peter paused to listen.

"And I like the colors in it. There all warm colors, done in oil I think, which makes the whole thing look very soft. It's a bit like looking into a dream for me," Miguel admit, "but not one that you dream when you're sleeping, but rather when you are awake. More like a hope or a wish. I, I was looking at the person on the left and their head his slightly tilted to look at the person on their right pointing at the sky. And rather them looking at what the person on the right wants them to look at, they are looking at them instead, as if to say that they find the person the right far more compelling than the fleeting shapes in a cloud." Miguel blurt, and Peter was silent.

He had no idea Miguel had that kind of thinking capacity in a moment like the one he was in.

"Wow, Miguel thats beautiful. I didn't think about it like that, but I'm glad you pointed it out. How wonderful that is." Peter B said, looking at Miguel much like the person in the painting. Miguel continued to point out parts of the paint involving the figures. And Peter continued to listen as he helped wrap Miguel's arms up.

Once Peter B had finished, he continued to hold onto Miguel's arms. It took Miguel a while to realize that Peter was done, and he was just enjoying Miguel's presence but when he did, he wasn't upset. He was relived to see Peter had stayed even when he had forgotten he was even there.

"How are you doing?" Peter asked quietly, looking up at Miguel from his spot on the cold tiled floor.

"Fine." Miguel was short with his words.

"Thats not true. How are you really feeling? Do you think I wouldn't want to hear it? If I asked, you can rest assure that I want to know what you're going to say."

Peter B watched Miguel chew on his lip and look around the bathroom as if looking for the person Peter B was talking to.

"I don't feel okay." Miguel admit, hanging his head, almost as if it was in shame for an emotion he couldn't help.

"Thats okay. Hey, look," Peter B put a hand under Miguel's chin and lifted his face to look at his, "It's totally alright to not feel "Okay" all the time. Miguel, I get the sense that you don't feel okay most of the time." Peter B said with the most sincerity.

This seem to catch Miguel off guard, and up went his walls again.

"What do you mean?" He edged defensively.

"I mean it's perfectly fine for you to not know what to do and its perfectly fine for you to not feel ok." Peter B was frantically trying to get Miguel back to where he was moments earlier with him.

"Not really." Miguel said standing up suddenly, making Peter have to scoot out of the way to avoid being stepped on.

Peter B had patience, but it was limited, and Miguels was on thin ice and skating on it.

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Miguel, sweetie, I know u just lost ur daughter, but stop being a drama queen

Cya not so soon!