Peter could see his breath by the time they’d gotten to his apartment. The nights were cold here now. Just another reminder of how long they’d been going on these dates.
When he’d met Miguel it was mid-autumn. The leaves were brown and Spider-man wore a scarf every day. Now it’s almost snowing and Spider-man had to switch to his season appropriate suit.
Miguel, who stood a foot beside him while he fumbled with the building keys, still had yet to know Peter was Spider-man. It was a difficult conversation. Peter already had the experience of telling Mary Jane and Aunt May. But it was hard to tell others. Not in the beginning stages of a relationship at least. Peter had to be sure it would last. Relationships don’t always work, people leave or worse… they get hurt.
It was another sad reminder of what it’s really like to be Spider-man. Lying to people you care about and hoping they aren’t hurt in the crossfire.
The addition of another Spider-man appearing out of nowhere made this even more difficult. Some broad shouldered, Spanish speaking Spider-man with claws and fangs made sneaking around even harder.
Peter didn’t make a show when they finally made it up to his apartment. It was much cleaner than he’d usually have it. He’d made the effort to clean it in preparation of Miguel coming over. He could find out Peter was a slob later. Not tonight.
“Welcome to my humble home,” Peter said as he flicked on the light switch. He and Miguel shrugged off their coats and Miguel’s eyes wandered around the apartment.
“You want a drink?”
“Yes, thank you. Water,” Miguel responded while he stepped out of his shoes. Peter noted this with interest. He always wore his shoes in the apartment, but just for Miguel’s sake he’d take off his shoes as well.
Peter grinned mischievously after he hung his coat on the rake. “I have some whiskey in the kitchen?”
Miguel chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t drink, remember?”
“At all?”
“At all.”
Peter pursed his lips and decided he would have one anyway. “I’ve got orange juice?”
“Water is fine, Peter,” Miguel responded humorously. He moved further into the apartment and stopped by the picture frames in Peter’s living room. Peter stepped out to prepare their drinks and when he returned Miguel was holding a picture in his hand.
It was Mayday. Peter had literally a thousands of photos of the child, but that one was especially important to him.
“She was sick that day. Some kind of flu. First time she smiled in two weeks,” Peter explained as he handed Miguel his glass.
The Latino took the glass with a smile and glanced back down to the photo.
“She’s adorable.”
It warmed Peter’s heart to see Miguel as in love with his daughter as he was. The baby had that effect on people, but he was glad that the man he was pursuing liked his child.
“MJ has her tonight so you don’t have to worry about waking up to a crayon being shoved up your nose.” Miguel chortled as he placed the picture frame back.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
Peter sipped his whiskey. He slid behind the coffee table in the center of the room and landed on the couch. He patted the space at his side for Miguel to join him.
Peter flicked the television on and dropped the remote in Miguel’s lap when he sat down. He pulled his legs up on the couch and turned his back to his boyfriend, using the Latino as a backrest and his shoulder a cushion while he stared at his phone.
He felt Miguel’s cheek against the top of his head and a little smile crept to his face at the affection.
There was some romance film on the television. Peter hadn’t seen it before and he had very little interest in it. Miguel seemed the same as he flicked through the channels.
He ended up on a news report covering Spider-man. Peter’s attention left his phone when the report came on and the image of the new Spider-man appeared. He scrunched his nose.
“That new Spider-man seems like a total jerk and his suit is super lame. Spidey’s is way better,” Peter said bitterly. Miguel lifted his cheek from Peter’s head.
“I don’t know. I think the suit is cool,” he muttered in response and Peter harrumphed.
“He doesn’t stick around for photos or autographs either. Just shows up, says some weird stuff and leaves. And he says he’s a good guy. Yeah, the whole vampire shtick is pretty creepy if you ask me!”
Miguel was quiet for a while after that. Peter turned his head slightly to try looking at him with no avail. Miguel responded in a casual tone.
“Maybe he’s too busy for autographs and Spider-man could use the help.” Peter laughed and dropped his phone on his chest. He bawled his hands into fists and gently punched the air.
“Yeah right. Spidey can beat anyone! He doesn’t need help!” He dropped his hands to his chest and exhaled slowly. He turned his head to watch the television. Some footage of a truck being thrown across a busy street was on screen and Peter knew the exact second a web was going to stop it from landing atop some school children.
“I think he’s cool,” Miguel sounded almost bitter when he’d said it. Like a child that had their favourite superhero made fun of. It made Peter smile and he wriggled his shoulders up against Miguel’s side.
“Think he’s cooler than me?”
Miguel bumped his cheek against Peter’s head again, but this time in a playful way.
“I don’t know. Can you shoot webs?”
Peter laughed and lifted his head from Miguel’s shoulder to look over his shoulder at him.
“I think you’d be surprised what I can do,” he smiled. Miguel chuckled and wrapped an arm around Peter’s chest, pulling him back against him.
Peter comfortably settled back into the spot he’d found before. As luck would have it Miguel’s shoulder was a good place to lay his head while he lounged.
He giggled when he opened the text from MJ that appeared on his phone. He lifted it for Miguel to see as well.
“Look, Mayday fell asleep on MJ’s shirt.” He sent back several heart emojis and saved the image to his gallery. His gallery was mostly the baby now, but more recently Miguel had appeared in some of them. He had very few images of his boyfriend. Miguel wasn’t much for photos although he had the perfect smile for it, Peter thought. Maybe tomorrow he could sneak a picture of Miguel sleeping too.
“I’m just gonna change into something else,” Peter lifted his head from Miguel’s shoulder. The man regarded him with a curt smile and Peter stood up, hurrying away to his room through the hallway adjacent.
The hallway was only two steps from Peter’s bedroom and mostly empty aside from the family photo and the night robe hanging up beside a jacket Peter hadn’t worn in months.
Peter was a lot of things. He was confident and brash. He could even be a little demanding. But he always knew what he wanted. And right now what he wanted was big, handsome, sweet and sitting on his couch in the living room.
The older man briskly yanked his shirt off over his head and unbuckled his pants. He was a simple guy. Boxers were usual and his ass looked great in anything! But, he wanted to show off his assets in something a little more risqué.
Peter adorned some Spider-Man briefs MJ had hilariously gifted him.
A little free advertising didn’t hurt anyone!
Especially if it was to rile up his boyfriend who had yet to find out Peter was the web slinger channel eight news was always yelling about. They also did him some favors by clinging to him in all the right places…
He lost the socks and replaced them with the cute pair of bunny slippers he kept by the bed.
Oh yeah, he was ready.
Peter gave himself a glance in the mirror that sat tucked away in the corner beside his bed, decided he was ready and made his way back to the living room.
Miguel was exactly where he’d left him, his eyes on the glass in his hand as if he was in deep contemplation. Peter’s presence pulled him away from it and in that moment Miguel went from a furrowed brow to an owlish stare.
Peter had propped himself in the doorway with his shoulder leaning against the hardwood. His arms were crossed loosely in front of his torso and his legs were on full display with one crossed over the other.
“Hey.”
Miguel didn’t respond. His mouth appeared wired shut like he’d been caught completely off guard.
It dawned on Peter that perhaps he shouldn’t have surprised the other man by standing half naked in front of him without warning.
“Is this too quick for you?” Peter’s posture straightened and his arms squeezed snug to his sides.
“Shit. I can put something on —sorry! Just give me a minute—“ Peter reached for the robe beside him in the hallway.
“Peter.”
Peter almost cringed at the mention of his name. This is not how he wanted tonight to go!
Miguel’s expression changed only slightly. His eyes were still blown wide and his lips were folded into a line, but his face was reddened from the display. Peter even noticed the way the other man’s eyes dropped every few seconds.
“Come here, please.”
That was somewhat more demanding than Peter was used to. Miguel’s voice was almost always calm and warm.
The Latino set his glass down on the coffee table after downing it in one gulp and Peter found that oddly hot.
He decided to leave the robe hanging in the hallway and made his way for Miguel on the couch. He stopped directly in front of him, unashamedly showcasing himself with his navel eye level.
“Like what you see, handsome?”
In a swoop Miguel’s hands were on Peter’s waist and he pulled him down to the couch. Peter allowed the movement. His spider DNA made him too strong to actually have a move like that force him down.
He let out an audible “oh.” Which came out in a surprised kind of laugh.
Miguel was leaning over him and caught Peter’s lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. That took Peter more off guard than being thrown on the couch. So did the hand that pulled his legs up onto the Latino’s lap.
Peter grinned once they parted. He brushed a hand back through his boyfriend’s hair absently thinking about how soft it felt on his fingers.
“So I take it I haven’t ruined tonight?” He asked with humor in his tone.
Miguel smiled back down to Peter in an adoring way, his fingers caressing the man’s legs while he stared down at him.
“No, baby,” he said barely above a whisper and leaned in beside Peter’s ear. “Nunca podrías.”
He called me baby, Peter thought as his face became flush. The sentiment sent a burst of warmth through him which started in his heart and traveled all the way down to his groin. The kisses to the side of his head just exacerbated that feeling.
Peter turned his head towards Miguel’s cheek and chased his lips until they were on his again. Peter’s hands remained in the man’s hair and on occasion dipped down to stroke the expanse of his chest.
Miguel moved further on the couch, tucking his knees in so Peter didn’t have to twist his body to lay down. One of Miguel’s knees was between Peter’s legs, but too far for any kind of friction to occur. The two didn’t part during their collective shifting and only broke sparingly to take short, desperate breaths between kisses.
Aside from the gasps and lip smacking was the sound of the television long forgotten in front of them.
“Sources suggest that Spider-man has stricken a rivalry with this caped crusader who goes by the same name. This amateur footage reveals some insight into their relationship as apparent adversaries.” Peter heard the young woman on the television report.
That was the last thing he wanted to hear while his boyfriend was nibbling his lip and feeling up his sides. Peter blindly felt around for the tv remote, refusing to stop kissing Miguel and flailing his arm around in search of the device to stop what he was hearing and in part to better hear Miguel’s breathing. After a few attempts he found the remote and smashed a few buttons trying to find the power.
“That new Spider-man is a menace! There’s even sources saying that he’s from a different dimension! Well, I don’t care where he’s from. If he’s going to be in this city he better follow the ru—“
Peter managed to hit something that silenced Captain Stacey’s yelling on his television and dropped the remote somewhere below him. He moved his free hand to join the other one in pulling Miguel’s shirt out of his pants and dragging it halfway up his back.
Miguel broke from Peter’s lips and slid one hand beneath the man’s head while he whispered against his lips.
“Bedroom?”
“I think I love you.” Peter said in one breath without even registering what Miguel had asked.
Miguel’s entire body went rigid above him and he moved back enough to look down at Peter properly.
Shit. Peter stared up at Miguel with wide, embarrassed eyes. He hadn’t meant to say it and didn’t know why it had come out when it did, but he couldn’t take it back now. Miguel looked surprised. Peter expected as much.
“Yeah. Yeah, bedroom.” He wrapped his arms around Miguel’s shoulders and hoped he hadn’t just messed up what was happening.
“I’m falling too, Peter.” Miguel admitted. His thumb reached the edge of Peter’s jaw and gently caressed it. Peter’s heart was thudding so hard in his chest he half expected to go into cardiac arrest right there on the couch.
“I’m not sure what to do about it if I’m honest.. This hasn’t happened for a while.” Miguel sounded uncertain and his expression was somewhat somber. From the tightness in his jaw and the way his eyes darted away Peter could tell there was fear behind that confession. Maybe a bad break up, he assumed.
Peter swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and answered in a forced charismatic tone to hopefully pull Miguel out of whatever contemplation was plaguing him.
“I think I know what you should do,” he said with a slow growing grin. The Latino raised a brow and returned Peter’s smile.
“Oh?” He asked. “And what would that be, cariño?”
Peter flattened his forearms to the couch to raise himself to Miguel’s face.
“Prove it.” Peter pressed a sweet kiss to Miguel’s jaw. A full stop to his dare and a gentle reminder of how he’d always kiss Miguel at the end of every date.
Peter never wanted to pull away after a kiss and opted to kiss Miguel’s jaw before dropping back down onto his heels every time. Miguel always smiled at the affection and now was no different.
“Follow me,” Peter said and he slid out from underneath the larger man to stand.
He caught sight of the two Spider-men on tv. Apparently he’d only muted the television and saw the shaky, amateur footage of the other Spider-man pointing a clawed finger at his chest while they both stood perched on top of a bus which had been flipped. Peter almost rolled his eyes at the memory and decided to ignore it and turn the television off.
He encouraged Miguel to follow him when he left the room and returned to his bedroom. The two had their hands on each other in a moment of desperation and Peter was barely through the door when he’d stood on his toes to kiss Miguel again.
The taller man assisted Peter by bending down to kiss him easier. Peter’s hands were back on the hem of Miguel’s shirt and the Latino broke the kiss to pull the garment over his head. Peter assisted in the motion, not able to constrain the grin that came to his lips when more of Miguel’s skin was exposed.
Of course he was ripped. He didn’t need to be shirtless for Peter to know that. He had very defined hip lines which Peter noted and planned to run his tongue over later should the opportunity arise.
Miguel slipped his hands back into Peter’s hair and kissed him deeply while Peter’s hands explored the expanse of Miguel’s chest. He bit the Latino’s bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. He felt Miguel shudder against him.
His hands dropped to his boyfriend’s pants and he hurriedly tried to undo the button. He felt the other man’s smile against his lips and his hands joined his own.
Miguel stepped out of his pants once they dropped and Peter wrapped his hands around his waist. He shoved Miguel down onto the bed and kicked his bunny slippers off before climbing atop him. He reignited their kiss and felt everywhere his hands could reach. He brushed his hand by Miguel’s erection and returned to cup a handful.
Miguel responded by flipping them both over and forcing Peter beneath him again. The air was knocked out of Peter when he hit the mattress and he smiled before his lips were taken again by Miguel’s.
The man ran his hands down Peter’s sides again, one slipping between his back and the bed to grope Peter’s ass in the briefs. Peter exhaled shakily against Miguel’s lips and felt Miguel’s manhood grind down against his own.
Miguel’s kisses were becoming wilder and Peter found himself gasping for air and shaking with the added pleasure. It felt too good.
Peter parted from the kiss and dropped his hands down to Miguel’s buttocks as he spread his legs a little wider. “Keep doing that.” His voice sounded more desperate than he’d intended.
Miguel complied, grinding down into Peter, but this time with intention. The roll of his hips was slow and hard. A rhythm Peter was becoming lost in quickly.
Peter could barely keep up with Miguel’s kisses and broke it to gasp against him. He turned his head away to catch his breath and felt Miguel’s hungry kisses continue against his neck.
Peter’s short gasps were in sync with Miguel’s thrusts and the Latino’s breath was harsh against his neck. Peter’s toes were beginning to curl and his fingers squeezed Miguel’s ass as his gasps grew shorter.
He came within seconds shaking and gasping with little whimpers between. His arms hurriedly came to wrap around Miguel’s neck and he locked his leg around Miguel’s hips to pull him closer as if Peter was afraid he’d pull away.
Miguel responded by wrapping his arms around his lover’s shaking body and holding him close as he rode out his orgasm. He pressed little kisses to the side of Peter’s head and waited for the man to calm down.
Peter’s grip loosened soon and he allowed for Miguel to pull back slightly. Peter’s face was flushed red and he smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry. That doesn’t normally happen to me,” he apologized and Miguel leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“You don’t have to apologize, mi amor.”
Peter cupped Miguel’s face in his hand and rubbed his cheek gently with his thumb. He’s so handsome, Peter thought. He liked looking up at him like this.
“Kiss me,” he said and Miguel smiled before he dropped down and kissed him slowly. They kissed languidly with Peter’s tongue exploring Miguel’s mouth every so often.
Miguel was still hard against him and Peter dropped a hand to the band of man’s briefs. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric and pulled it up to slap the band back against his skin playfully.
“Take them off.”
“Can I take yours off too?”
“Maybe after,” Peter said, raising a brow expectantly and Miguel did as he was told. He sat up and shimmied the garment down his legs, having to sit back on the bed to get them past his knees.
Peter’s mouth dropped open slightly when he saw the size of it. Obviously he’d felt it against him a moment ago, but hadn’t realized just how much there was. There was one thing that came to mind when he saw it and that was: I want that in me.
So that was final.
Peter sat up and brushed his hand back through Miguel’s hair.
“Lay down.”
Miguel went down without a word, watching Peter with curious, doe-like eyes. Peter liked that expression on him. He dropped down to Miguel’s level and kissed him softly. He only remained on his lips for a moment before he was trailing down his lover’s neck. He nipped Miguel’s Adam’s apple with his teeth and relished in the way the man shuddered in reaction.
He continued down to his chest and took his time sucking little hickeys below the man’s collarbone. Peter’s tongue dragged along Miguel’s pec and stopped when it reached his nipple.
He sucked down on the nipple and ran his tongue over it while his thumb gently ran over the other. Miguel ran a hand through Peter’s hair and whispered his name so quietly the other man almost didn’t hear it.
It seemed as though Peter had discovered Mr O’Hara’s weakness. Good to know for later.
Peter alternated between nipples a few times and relished in the little noises Miguel made.
He released the nipple with a wet pop and gently kissed it like he was saying goodbye to it. He moved on to Miguel’s stomach and pressed a hard kiss to the gap in his ribcage.
He nibbled along Miguel’s abs, licking and kissing the skin in a show of worship. He kissed Miguel’s hips like he’d planned and finally was met with the task between his legs that was begging for attention.
Peter took the member in his hand and watched the look of relief pass over his lover's face when he finally touched it. Peter slowly began to stroke it and watched as Miguel adjusted himself to be more comfortable against the bed and let an arm rest beside his head.
Peter swiped his tongue over the tip and watched for a reaction. Nothing extraordinary. He took it as a challenge. Peter wrapped his lips around the cock and took the entirety of its length in his mouth.
“P—Peter!” Miguel gasped and gripped a hand to Peter’s hair.
Okay, maybe the whole thing was a little too much. Peter backed off a little to avoid choking. He started at a slow pace and bobbed his head a little. His eyes fluttered closed and he sucked a little harder with every bob of his head.
His cheeks hollowed as he pulled back, only keeping the tip in his mouth. He rubbed the shaft with his hand and opened his eyes to look back at his lover.
Miguel gave a heavy exhale between silent breaths. His hand had moved to fist in his own hair either to avoid hurting Peter or he liked having his hair pulled. One was sweet and one was very interesting.
Peter wrapped an arm around Miguel’s thigh and pulled it over his shoulder. He took the full length in his mouth again and enjoyed the way Miguel’s face twitched in pleasure.
After a minute Peter slipped Miguel out of his mouth and stroked him. “Think you can work me up to take this?”
Miguel lifted his head to look down at Peter with a foggy expression. “What?” He asked and then after realizing he sat up a little further. “Do you want that?”
“Yeah.” Peter kissed Miguel’s tip again. “Do you?”
Miguel looked almost uncertain for a moment or maybe he was fighting off an orgasm. But soon he nodded his head. “I do.”
He put some pressure on the back of Peter’s neck to pull him closer. “Come here.”
Peter crawled back up to Miguel and reignited their kiss, slow and passionate while he jerked his lover off. Miguel turned them over again and Peter laid down while Miguel pulled his briefs down.
They were both naked now and Miguel took a quick moment to pull away from Peter just to look at him. Sucking off his boyfriend made Peter hard again and he leaned back far enough that their erections were pressed against one another.
Miguel took both members in one of his hands and stroked them as he came back down to kiss Peter. The man let a groan escape him as Miguel’s thumb rubbed against the heads of their cocks.
He sucked slow kisses against Miguel’s lips while he ran his hands over Miguel’s shoulders and gasped quietly when the Latino’s strokes quickened.
The hand that was bringing them both so much pleasure ceased after a moment and slid down between Peter’s legs to feel his ass.
“There’s lube in the drawer.”
Miguel left him for only a moment while he searched for the bottle in the bedside table. Peter took the moment to enjoy the chilled air on his hot chest as it raised and fell with his heavy breaths.
Miguel returned and covered the man’s body again, pulled down by Peter’s waiting arms and kissed hard.
Peter’s breath hitched slightly during the kiss when he felt Miguel’s fingers wet with lube slide against his orifice. That alone filled him with excitement and soon his lover was slipping a digit into him.
Peter was somewhat used to anal stimulation and didn’t react to the intrusion past a quiet exhale. Miguel was taking his time in working him open. More than Peter felt he needed.
The man held onto Miguel’s hair and pulled him back a little. “I need more, Miguel.” His lover was happy to oblige. He scissored two fingers into Peter, drawing little gasps from the smaller man while he kissed him.
His second finger was quickly followed by a third and the stretch made Peter cringe slightly. He was impatient and so was Miguel it seemed.
Peter silently grumbled at the loss of the fingers, but remained excited at the prospect of what was coming.
Miguel sat back to steal a pillow beside Peter’s head and pulled Peter’s hips up to slide it beneath his back. Peter was touched by the action knowing it meant Miguel wanted to look at him while they made love.
He gently took the latino’s face in his hands and pulled him down to kiss him, breaking apart when the angle Miguel shifted his hips to made it hard to continue. Miguel’s forehead pressed to his own and Peter let out an involuntary strangled “A—Ah” when his lover filled him.
He squeezed his hands in Miguel’s hair to keep him close. Miguel’s hands settled behind Peter’s knees to keep them bent while he slowly began to rock his hips.
It felt amazing. Peter could already feel his next orgasm building and knew Miguel couldn’t be too far behind him. Peter’s prostate was kissed with every thrust and small whimpers began to escape him as he was taken.
One of Miguel’s hands left Peter’s thigh and the man locked it around his waist to stop it from falling down. Miguel’s hand slid beneath Peter’s head and he recoiled so he could gaze down at him. Peter’s flushed and aroused expression was matched by Miguel’s own lust strewn stare.
Peter’s little gasps were joined by Miguel’s quiet “ah”s and he dropped a hand to the latino’s shoulder. His fingers gripped him tightly as he forced Miguel to stay close to him and his other hand cupped his cheek.
“M—Mig-“ Peter said breathlessly and as if he’d been called Miguel leaned down to take Peter’s lips in another kiss. It was messy and desperate and Miguel had to rock his hips slowly in this new position while they kissed.
Only a few seconds after they parted and Miguel continued his previous pace Peter orgasmed, his mouth falling open and his eyes rolling back into his head. Miguel followed closely, thrusting himself deeper into his lover and moaning above him.
They stayed trembling against one another as the last waves of pleasure came over them. A whimper escaped Peter when Miguel pulled himself free of his body and he attempted to settle beside him. Peter stopped Miguel before he could move off of him and wrapped his arms tightly around him. Miguel hugged him back, burying his face into the crook of Peter’s neck and staying flush against him.
Peter considered at that moment that maybe he was falling harder for Miguel than he’d originally thought. He didn’t want to be apart from him for a second. Not now at least.
“Eres hermoso querido,” Miguel murmured against his shoulder and Peter, not knowing a lick of Spanish, simply hummed in agreement.
“We should clean up.”
Peter groaned in response and Miguel raised his head to caress his lover’s cheek with his nose.
“I’d rather not sleep in it.”
Peter sighed and ran his fingers back through Miguel’s hair. “Can we stay like this for a little longer? It’s nice.”
Miguel gave a humored exhale and kissed his cheek before he settled back down against his shoulder.
“Okay, mi cariño.”
They remained against each other for a few more minutes, deciding eventually to clean off when their bodies began to feel sticky and returned to bed to cuddle and sleepily utter little jokes and praises until they fell asleep.
~~~
Miguel woke to a yellow light. He opened his eyes slowly and recognized the light was bathing the room before him meaning the source was at his back. It didn’t appear to have woken Peter however who still laid asleep in his arms in front of him.
He turned his head to glance at the light and was met with the image of Lyla floating above his shoulder and tapping her foot with hands on her hips.
“What is it, Lyla?” He said quietly so as not to wake Peter. As luck would have it the other man appeared to be a heavy sleeper.
“Trouble downtown. An anomaly has appeared and is currently tearing apart the city fountain. Better catch it before it wrecks something really important,” she explained, flickering and changing position every so often.
Miguel grumbled. He was beginning to detest his job as Spider-man, but he’d have to live with it. He was the only one with the technology to send these things back after all.
He turned his attention back to Peter, closing his eyes and enjoying the fleeting seconds he’d allow himself to just be with him. Peter’s hair tickled his nose. He liked the smell of his shampoo.
Miguel moved away from his boyfriend’s warmth and slid his hand free from where it was between Peter’s hands.
He slid out of the bed, but was careful to not disturb the blanket too much and pull it away from Peter.
His suit materialized on his body and he stood in the darkness of Peter’s room as Spider-man, unmasked and unwilling to leave. He turned back to the bed and stared down at the lump he’d left in the middle. Peter’s skin looked pale in the dark and was only lit by the light Miguel’s suit and Lyla’s hologram emitted.
“So, is this serious?” Lyla asked as she appeared above Miguel’s shoulder. The man sighed without taking his eyes off of Peter.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.
A silence fell between them and Lyla appeared sitting down with her hands in her lap. She looked concerned.
“You know you can’t stay here, right? Eventually we have to go back.” It stung to hear, but Miguel knew it was true. Lyla saying it aloud was just to confirm that Miguel definitely understood the situation he was faced with.
“I know.”
His mask materialized on his face and Spider-man left the apartment. He sent Peter a heartfelt message that an emergency had called him away and that he’d love to meet him later that day along with a very long apology. He hated lying, but he had no choice..
This is what it’s really like to be Spider-man.