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

Eye contact

TEEHEE

Enjoy!

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Miguel sat quietly at the table, processing the incredibly warm hearted offer the happy couple had just made. Peter B and Mj watched him expectantly as he finished a bite he had been chewing on for what had seemed like the five minutes. Miguel looked up from his plate, and he could feel the warmth of his cheeks and the weight of his eye bags beneath his tired eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked, as he swallowed the food.

"Of course we are!" Peter B piped up.

Miguel swallowed for a second time before making eye contact with Peter B.

"Ok. Yes," Miguel paused before looking down at his meal again, "please."

Peter B leapt from his chair and swept Miguel up into a hefty full throttled hug. He rocked Miguel back and forth in his seat and Miguel accepted it, putting his hand on Peter Bs forearm. Then, Mj too got up and went over to them, hugging both of them.

"Great now we can all do the dishes. I'll wash them, Miguel you can dry them, and Peter can put them away."

"My goodness! Already putting us to work?" Peter B drawled, slumping forward over Miguel's broad shoulders, leaning all of his weight on Miguel before starting to slip down. Miguel quickly extended his arm and caught Peter by the stomach to keep him from falling all the way to the floor. Peter looked up at Miguel in shock, and Miguel looked away.

Miguel in the work space forced himself into good eye contact and forced other to do the same, but outside of HQ, the reality of it was that he actually struggled with it immensely. He did like how people could read his face as he talked when making eye contact with someone. He didn't like how vulnerable he felt when doing so. It was fine in the work space simply because the character he played while at work was hardened down to the core and so he felt no fear of breaking that character, but as soon as he was one on one with someone he was close to, he couldn't hold it to save his life. Peter B knew of this and did a good job of trying to ease Miguel out of his discomfort with it.

"Come on boys!" Mj called as she head towards the kitchen, dishes in hand.

After the dishes had been adequately done, the three sat on the couch in the small, but cozy living room. They talked for a while, well, it was mostly Peter B and Mj, but Miguel would chime in occasionally. They were patient with him, they knew he would get there eventually.

"What are we going to do about sleeping arrangements? We don't exactly have a lot of space." Mj told both Peter B, who should've known that already, and Miguel.

"Does your couch pull out?" Miguel asked in return.

"No." Mj said hesitantly as she too was in the process of coming up with suitable ideas.

"Oh, thats fine. I'll take the floor. It's no big de-"

"Absolutely not!" Peter B quipt, rising from the warm rocking chair Mj had been sitting in earlier.

"Our bed's huge! I'm sure we could fit one more person."

"But, how would Mj feel about that? And unfortunately I'm not exactly "average person" sized." Miguel muttered, "I really don't mind taking the floor. I can buy myself a cot or something at some point."

"It's fine with me if you stay in the bed with us, as long as we all fit." Mj shrugged.

"Are you sure?" Miguel wasn't sure why he was doubting her but he felt it was only right to clarify with her for a second time. After all, she didn't know him as well as Peter B did. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable because he could easily see how it could.

"Yes I'm sure. And we should probably get ready for bed now anyways." Mj said standing up and heading into the hall.

"You boys can join me when you're ready but for now I'm going to go on my own."

Peter B responded before taking Mjs spot on the couch next to Miguel. He gingerly wrapped a tender arm around Miguel and pressed the side of his head into Miguel's shoulder.

"This is gonna get all worked out. Don't worry about it. Alright?

We've got you."

At that moment, Miguel felt himself relax for the first time in weeks, months even.

Peter B rubbed gentle circles on Miguel's upper back before they heard the sound of the bathroom being unlocked.

"All yours!" Mj "whisper yelled" down the hall, taking caution not to wake Mayday.

Peter B and Miguel then took their turns brushing their teeth and doing whatever else they needed to before bed. For Miguel, this was rapture.

He sat on the edge of the closed toilet lid as Peter B spit in the sink. Miguel reached into the bag he had brought with him, Lyla had packed it for him, and pulled out the gun and the small vile.

Peter B looked at him with concern and sighed watched Miguel set it up. Miguel felt his gaze and looked up at where Peter B was standing.

"What? If you don't want to be here for this, get out." Miguel spit with aggression. He was deathly afraid of Peters judgment and the idea of Peter B disapproving of something he can't help was saddening.

"No! No, thats not it. I just wish I could help you." Peter went around to the other side of the toilet and gently massaged Miguel's shoulders, trying to show him he was willing to stand by him through it all.

Miguel leaned into the touch before rolling up the sleeve of his shirt and pressing the gun into it with a 'click'.

After, the boys joined Mj. Peter B on the right, Mj on the left, and they had insisted that Miguel be in the middle of them so they could, "cuddle him at the same time."

That night, the rest Miguel got was the best he had in longer than he could remember. 

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Thats it for now!!

Cya soon!