Roommate

                                    

                                          
Miguel's POV:
I hadn't meant to storm out on Peter, not really anyway. I had just felt so irritated. Not at Peter but at myself and the situation I had found myself in. 
Getting attached to anyone, no matter who, was a bad idea in this business. My life- our life's as spider-men were filled with loss and sorrow. There was no avoiding it. I had been doing so well sticking to that rule with walls of steel protecting my heart and soul. The closest I ever got to any of my colleagues was making an occasional sarcastic comment to make fun of them. That was it. 
Peter however had changed all that. Everything about him had made me want. It was a feeling I was so unfamiliar with that I didn't keep a leash on it. I indulged myself in Peter. Training him, fighting with him, looking out for him all the fucking time. I didn't even question it. Protecting Peter felt as natural as it did good. 
Even when he got hurt and I was distraught I didn't take a moment to reconsider my emotional connection to him. All that had mattered in that moment was making sure he was okay and staying right by his side. Then he said those fatal words, "that's your job." As if everything between us had been nothing more than business. He didn't even realise how much he meant to me. 
Yet I couldn't really use that as an excuse for my shitty behaviour. The poor boy had just suffered a near fatal head injury and I had left him alone in a hospital in a world he wasn't even from. 
Feeling guiltier than ever I slowly made my way back to Peter however when I arrived he had fallen back asleep. I was glad, he needed the rest, but apart of me wished I could have apologised before hand. Deciding I'd make it up to him another way I told the nurse to let me when Peter wakes then headed home to prepare my room for his stay. 
Peter would be given the choice of whether he wanted to stay in the same bed as me but either way I'd be giving him my room. He deserved the best and so that's what he'd get. 
I spent a long time cleaning the already tidy room, even going as far as to scrub the en suite floor. Of course Peter had been in here before but it was different now that he'd be staying here. Thankfully my file on him including all the information I needed to know regarding what food he liked to eat and what his usual daily schedule was. After satisfied the room was clean I quickly fetched some books, toiletries and new clothes so that there was nothing for my Peter to worry about.
Before too long the nurse was ringing letting me know Peter was awake and asking for me. Using my watch I made my way to him instantly. 
"There you are Miguel!" Peter smiled happily and I could tell he was a little delirious from whatever drugs he was on. 
"We've changed his medication to help with the pain so the side effects are slightly different," the nurse who I hadn't even noticed explained. I nodded along to what she was saying, I didn't have an extensive knowledge of medicine so I had no choice but to trust my doctors. 
"When can he come home?" I asked at the end of her ramble. 
"Oh that's what I was meant to say! He's been written off by the doctor I just need you to sign a couple forms saying you'll be responsible for keeping him on his meds until he's 100%."
"Great." I stood up to follow her out and sign the papers but the second I did Peter called out my name. 
"Are you- are you leaving again?" His excited demeanour from earlier had completely disappeared and now there were tears in his eyes.