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

Do you ever stop?

Hey Hey! Enjoy this weeks chapter! lmao I'm so sorry for not being able to get more out!!

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"Oh come on Miguel!" Peter was getting frustrated, "You can't keep doing this to me, and yourself." Peter yelled too Miguel, who was already walking back to the control panel.

Peter B ran to catch up with the stubborn man.

"Miguel, you're being ridiculous! Seriously! I just want to help! You don't have to pretend you're immune to emotional trauma and pain."

Suddenly, Miguel stopped, turned, and marched towards Peter B, towering above him menacingly.

"Do you ever stop speaking, Parker?" Visible frustration was latching onto every part of Miguel's tense body.

Peter B didn't know what to say, he felt weirdly self conscientious all of a sudden. He knew Miguel only said it to get him to stop talking in that very instance, but Peter B could help to wonder if Miguel had always thought. Maybe he did talk too much. Perhaps that was why Miguel had never actually opened up to him, because Peter B never gave him a chance to talk properly.

"Oh, I," Peter B was at a loss for words. Miguel had got to him, nobody ever did. But Miguel did, and it hurt. It was just as painful as when Peter and Mj had split for the first time. It was as bad as having to tell Miles he "was ready to be Spiderman".

The two stood, facing each other, neither of them talking now. Miguel's chest rose and fell with vigor while Peter B bit the inside of his cheek and looked at all of the space around them. All of the space, but not at Miguel.

"I'm sorry." Peter B whispered so quiet it was almost to himself.

Peter B swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice from cracking. He knew he shouldn't have let it get to him, but sometimes being unbreakable is worse than being fragile to the touch. If anyone had taught him that, it was Miguel's sorry soul. Peter B was at war with himself, debating between speaking up or staying silent. Speaking up could mean angering Miguel and making a fool of himself after doing exactly what Miguel had been annoyed by in the first place. But staying silent would be succumbing to insecurity.

Peter B wasn't afraid to admit there were parts of him he was insecure about, like his weight, his figure, his nose, and of course, the one that would keep him up at the end of a long day, how much he talked. Peter often found himself in bed with Mj lying awake while she slept replaying the day in his head and going over the conversations he had with people, worried that maybe he spoke too much and it bothered them. Peter B was always careful to read peoples expressions as he talked, just to make certain that they weren't bored of him. And as soon as he noticed discomfort, or their attention drifting, he would shut his mouth and try to direct his attention else where. This used to happen a lot with Mj and it was hard for him. As the two got older, Peter B and Mj were able to adjust to each other Peter B hoped that him and Miguel would be the same way.

Miguel huffed and turned back around to face the control panel. Peter B continued to stare at Miguels muscular back, watching the said muscle shift when he raised his arm to swipe a screen. Peter followed Miguel's hand with his eyes, watching it flip through different screens monitoring different moments just then, Peter B watched Miguel hover over a certain file. Peaked by Miguel hesitant finger, Peter B stood on his toes to try and get a better view of the screen so he would see what exactly Miguel was looking at. Scribbled out in bright orange were the words; Memories with Gaby. Peter B held his breath. Part of him hoped that Miguel wasn't going to tap on the file, knowing that it would probably only make things worse. Key word probably. Of course, Peter didn't know all of how Miguel processed emotional things, but Peter B did know that Miguel wasn't very good at it at all.

Miguel tentatively clicked on the file. A video of Miguel sitting at the breakfast table with Gabriella popped up.

Gabriella was singing at the top of her lungs trying wake up her half asleep father as he sat like a lump on a log in his chair. Peter B watched as the Miguel projected on the screen smiled and chuckled, his shoulders heaving. Peter B then looked to the actual Miguel.

His shoulders heaving.

Peter B walked over to the broken man and quietly placed a hand on the top of his shoulder and leaned against his tall figure, comforting him. Peter B pressed his cheek into Miguel's broad upper arm.

"I have a video of you and her from the tournament. Would you like that?" Peter asked quietly, still wary about his voice.

Peter B looked up at Miguel for a response.

Miguel slowly nodded his head up and down. Peter turned his head to get a better look at Miguels face, and when he did, he saw the sad loving tears on Miguel's face, inching down towards his neck. Miguel's lips were drawn in a stiff and sorrowful frown and his brow looked pained.

"Sweet Miguel." Peter cried, holding onto Miguel tighter as if Miguel too would disappear in his arms.

Seeing Miguel cry silently to himself hurt Peter B in so many ways that one. Miguel didn't cry to him, but Peter cried for him.

"Miguel, how about you spend the night with me and Mj? It's better than you having to stay here alone." Peter B reached up and wiped the tears from Miguels face.

Surprisingly, Miguel turned his head to face Peters so Peter could wipe the tears more properly. This time, Miguel did press his face into Peters hand. In fact, he hid his face in it and sobbed softly. Peter B grew closer to Miguel, pressing his own chest up against Miguels. Miguel's head slid from Peters hand to Peters shoulder. Miguel then wrapped his arms around Peter Bs middle and held onto him as if Peter was about to crumple. After a long moment of consoling, Miguel finally spoke.

"Ok."

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FINALLY Miguel is cooperating properly!

Cya not so soon!