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lynswriting · 10 months

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snap out of it

peter b. and miguel are tasked with stopping a crime group from destroying a train station…but peter lacks a babysitter.

contains: 1506 words, spiderdads (miguel x peter b.), explosions, injuries, almost dying, cursing

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a/n: they make me normal sorry <3 also i love mj with my whole heart but we’re pretending she doesn’t exist. sorry queen. also also i imagined this station as grand central station in nyc so do with that what u will! Also also also (i gotta stop) i wrote this at like 1am so if there are any mistakes i’m very sorry!! - one more thing - i have literally only watched into & across the spiderverse so if i messed up any spiderman/marvel lore i sincerely apologize, i just love the gays

It should’ve been a simple mission. Peter should’ve helped evacuate citizens from the train station while Miguel searched for the group of criminals that wanted to blow it up. When the people were safe, Peter would join Miguel, and they’d stop the criminals together. While Miguel wasn’t the biggest fan of Peter, he could set their differences aside to do their job.

Or so he thought.

Miguel arrived through his portal first, and after a few minutes of pacing and planning, he heard the familiar buzz of a new portal opening. He stepped back as the stray pieces of trash in the alley he was in began to float and vibrate. The portal appeared just a few feet ahead of him, and he watched Peter appear and step out of it.

But Peter wasn’t alone. Miguel spotted the baby carrier on his chest and groaned before even seeing Mayday.

“Peter,” he said through gritted teeth. Thankfully, Peter wasn’t adorning the ugly pink robe he enjoyed, but that didn’t give Miguel much grace. Adding a baby to this situation made everything so much more difficult.

“Miguel,” Peter greeted him as if everything was normal, walking towards him as Mayday babbled and looked around. “Have you ever heard of a babysitter?” “She’s on vacation. All my family is busy.” “Fucking…” Miguel trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, ignoring Peter’s comment about not swearing around his baby. “Do you understand how much more complicated this mission just became?” “Do you understand I had no choice? I wouldn’t bring her if I didn’t have to,” Peter argued, but his tone lacked anger.

“Then you should’ve gotten someone else to come!” Miguel shouted, overcome with frustration. How could one of the most elite Spider-Mans be so stupid?

“It doesn’t matter now! People in that station could be dying, and we’re bickering like a married couple!” “Like a what?”

“I mean - it doesn’t matter. Not the point,” Peter stumbled around his words for a second before adding, “We have to go. I know the plan. I’ll keep her alive.”

Miguel raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t tell you the plan.” “Is it that I’ll evacuate people, you’ll find the group, and we’ll take ‘em down when everyone’s safe?” Peter asked snarkily.

“...Yes. It is. Are you ready?” Miguel finally turned around to face Peter, who looked surprisingly sober. He nodded and tucked Mayday closer to his chest. They both pulled their masks over their face.

“Let’s go.” And they went, sprinting out of the alley and to the train station. Although there was no visible damage, the smell of smoke was pungent and people were hurrying to leave. Peter immediately swung into the station, slinging webs at various signs and fences to get them out of the way as he yelled at confused people to evacuate. Miguel found himself staring at Peter, admiring how easily he multi-tasked. Peter could cling to a wall, sling a web at a person walking toward the danger, and hold his daughter’s shirt over her nose so she wouldn’t breathe in smoke. It was incredible-

Wait. What was he doing? Oh yeah. Finding the group. How’d he forget that?

Miguel began to speed through the station, fighting against the crowd until he got sick of the stampede and threw a web out to the nearest wall, continuing to swing with his typical agility. It didn’t take him long, even through the thickening cloud of smoke, to see a staff-only door left ajar, embers floating out of it.

He smiled a bit and began to shorten his jumps, trying to get closer to the door without making it noticeable to these criminals that Spider-Man was about to infiltrate them. Though he’d never admit it, Miguel always felt a burst of adrenaline and cockiness when he was close to success. He shortened his webs until he was clinging to a wall directly above the door. Then, he scanned the station. The last straggling citizens were jogging out, and as Miguel craned his neck, he saw Peter perched on a more hidden wall with a ledge, pulling Mayday’s hair into a ponytail. He ignored the smile that tugged at his lips - why it was there, he’d deal with later - and sent a signal on his watch. He watched as Peter turned his head to find Miguel, and once they locked eyes, Miguel gestured to the door. Peter crawled across the ledge and stuck himself to the wall, preparing to jump.

But then, a man leaned out the door and threw something out. It landed right below where Peter just slung out a web. Blissfully unaware of the object, Peter began to swing.

The object began to shake and beep.

Shit.

“PETER! LOOK DOWN!” Miguel screamed. But Peter was already mid-air, and once he looked down and realized what was happening, it was too late. The object exploded.

Miguel should have just stayed put. He knew Peter could handle himself. But something took over him, and before he could even sling out a web, Miguel was practically throwing himself towards the ground, arms outstretched to catch Peter. He managed to throw out a web to the nearest wall, and amid the smoke he flew through, felt something land in his arms. It was too small to be Peter but not another explosive. It was strange, but not something he could focus on right now.

Miguel made it to the wall and gripped the object with all his might. Since it hadn’t exploded and killed him yet, he figured it could be valuable. He whipped his head around until he saw Peter, crouched and holding his chest in pain but alive. He breathed a sigh of relief. As the smoke cleared, he saw the criminals looking at the fire and the Spider-Men, wondering how they survived. They didn’t plan this far ahead, which brought Miguel some peace. At that moment, as they were scrambling to form a plan, he looked down to see the object in his grasp.

The object was Peter’s daughter, clinging to Miguel’s chest, her crying muffled from his suit.

Wait. What? Did he catch Mayday?

“How the fuck…” Miguel breathed, staring at her. She had a couple of bruises and was terrified, but she was alive, just like her dad, and how did any of that happen?

Miguel had no time to think about it though, because the criminals were shouting and running towards the station’s center. Miguel swung down to the floor and ran to Peter.

“You okay?” Miguel asked. Peter weakly nodded, standing up with a groan.

“Where’s May?” he asked instantly, his eyes widening with panic and his injuries ignored. Miguel shoved her into his arms, and as they reunited, he turned back to the criminal group. Just because he needed to focus on them. Obviously.

There were 7 of them, and they were wearing matching black outfits. Some of them held more explosives. He figured he could handle them on his own and began to think out a plan, but was distracted by Peter placing a soft hand on his shoulder. He turned around and felt something in him melt at Peter’s state. He looked ruined.

“You…you gotta call back-up man, I…” he grabbed at his chest with the arm not holding a sobbing Mayday, and Miguel assumed he’d fallen on it. “I don’t - I don’t wanna let you down but I don’t think I can keep going - fuck,” he winced at some pain, and Miguel vaguely remembered his ‘no cursing around my baby’ rule from earlier. Oh well.

“It’s fine,” Miguel said quietly. “Go.”

“You sure, man?” he asked.

“Please,” Miguel whispered. “I don’t want to see you - I mean, you can’t get hurt. Again. Not with her.”

Peter nodded and ran out, either out of webs or energy. Miguel felt more embarrassed than ever, and he prayed Peter wouldn’t remember that interaction as he swung onto a wall and pulled out his watch to call for backup.

It was a miserable thing to think about, but Miguel cared about Peter. A lot. And Peter made him smile - internally, of course - and Mayday was undeniably cute and reminded him of his daughter when she was that age, and fuck, seeing him so injured made him feel hurt too.

Once backup arrived, taking out the criminals was easy. All Miguel thought about was Peter. He hated it.

The next day, Peter walked into Miguel’s office and placed a stack of cash on his desk.

“Wha…what is this for?” Miguel asked, eyebrows scrunched together.

“I mean…you saved my daughter’s life, so. And you let me leave. Broke two ribs, by the way.”

Miguel shrugged. “That’s kind of our job, as Spider-Man.” Peter looked at Miguel and smiled a bit.

“It is. You’re real good at it.” And he walked out.

Miguel lingered on it for the rest of the day - the smile, especially. There was a reason he thought about it all for so long, right?

But he’d deal with it later.

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jellyinmybelly · 2 years

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Will's eyes welling up when Mike talks about how he's feeling as if he has lost him and how he wants to be friends again, best friends actually. god i can't emphasize how much that means to me. here you have a boy who's dealing with feelings for his best friend, romantic feelings altogether actually, and with growing up and leaving behind his hometown for a place that constantly brings him and his sister down, and with suddenly being neglected like this and after all that he's been through. to hear someone say "this place doesn't feel the same without you" to realise that your best friend really values you and doesn't want to lose you. all of that but you're hearing it from the person you like romantically too, the one you've been making paintings about and waiting for letters from. to hear that they want to be with you and spend time with you. god the pining, the yearning, the simple want to never let them go. the want to comfort them and to open up to them while you're dealing with life threatening situations but it's not all bad because you're with them. you can see it in his face he's so glad to have his friend back. he's just so relieved and its such a simple emotion but it gets me and it's just such a tender(pun not intended?) moment between them. even for friends it's an absolute fucking blow to my heart. safe to say this was my most favourite scene this season. byler is fucking real, man. will byers you absolutely precious human being, i adore you with all my heart.

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