Morning after

                                    

                                          
Miguel's POV:
After a long night of Peter clinging to me and muttering nonsense he finally fell asleep curled up on my lap. As much as I was blaming whatever drugs he was on I also knew he was being like this because of how suddenly I had left earlier. Loosing so many people who were important to you often leaves one with abandonment issues of sort and my Peter had it bad. I could only assume that's why he never had any close friends back on his own earth, the thought of loosing them was too painful. 
Gently as I possibly could I set Peter down on the bed beside me yet even still he clung onto my shirt desperately. 
"Shhh" I hushed him back to sleep, "it's okay mi amor it's okay estoy aqui." 
Unsurprisingly Peter simply grumbled in response although his taught muscles relaxed slightly and I was happy to know he wasn't exerting himself too much. His fully recovery shouldn't take too long, the spider venom in his body doing more than medicine could to help him. 
Slowly I ran my hands through Peters hair and down his back then repeated the motion. It was as soothing for me as it was for him, I needed to feel him, needed to know he was okay.
Peter's POV:
I woke up curled inside on Miguel's arms. My face buried inside his chest and his arms holding me like a vice. Like a ton of bricks memories of last night hit me. God I had acted like such an idiot. As if calling him Miggy and asking him to carry me wasn't humiliating enough I had to go and make it worse by acting like a fucking koala and clinging to him. 
What I had actually said to him was hazy but I could guess it was something along the lines of how much I liked his broad back and tight ass. Hopefully it stopped there and I didn't go into details about what I wanted him to do to me in bed. Or even worse tell him about my feelings for him.
Face still red with embarrassment I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but failed miserably. 
"¿Que estas haciendo mi amor?" Miguel murmured sleepily while tightening his grasp around me. 
"Um..." I had no idea what he had just asked, "Good morning?" 
Miguel let out a small laugh before wishing me good morning too. I was torn between making the most of our position and hugging him tighter moving away quickly so he doesn't think I'm too attached. Thankfully Miguel made that decision for me. 
"I'll go make you some breakfast and get you your meds. How do you feel this morning?"
"Less loopy but my head hurts quite a bit," I shrugged, "could be worse I guess."
"Well what you have to take today isn't as strong so hopefully you won't be calling me Miggy again. Either way as long as you're not in pain that's all that matters."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak with how I embarrassed I was. 'Miggy' is the stupidest I possibly could've come up with but I didn't even hesitate before using it. 
All too soon Miguel (or Miggy now I suppose) was back with toast, tea, and medicine. He watched to make sure I ate it all and took the medication too, he was playing the role of doctor very seriously. Breakfast in bed was a nice treat but as I got up to go to the toilet Miguel rushed to my side. 
"What are you doing?" He asked. 
"Um... getting up?"
"Absolutely not. You are to stay in bed."
"I need to piss..?" 
Miguel hesitated a moment then picked me up. 
"Don't say a word." He said harshly as he carried me over his shoulder to the bathroom. He set me down then turned his back on me. I stood still for a moment in shock then my brain kicked into gear so I went about my business. After washing my hands and splashing my face with cold water I cleared my throat awkwardly. 
"Are you done?" Miguel asked turning back around. 
"Yeah... but I can walk."
"Nonsense." He picked me up again and I was carried back to bed. 
"So how long will I be stuck here for?" I asked.
"As long as it takes for you to be 100% better." 
I wouldn't lie and say that didn't annoy me. Miguel had the best intentions but he was being ridiculously overprotective. For fucks sake I was spider-man! I should be able to handle a little injury. 
"Fine. Would you get me a glass of chilled water please Miggy?" I asked. My plan was too annoy Miguel into letting me do what I wanted, surely after running around for me constantly he'd get tired and let me do it myself. The 'Miggy' nickname was an extra bonus.
"Of course," he turned to leave the hesitated for a moment, "don't move." 
"I won't Miggy. Promise." 
Miguel's jaw clenched at the nickname but he didn't say anything about it. 
Two hours later and I was surrounded by a variety of snacks and drinks watching my favourite movie. I had Miggy working his socks off to keep me happy and I was loving it. He was yet to complain or even appear annoyed at my requests. Each time he simply said 'of course' then got to work. I was starting to feel a little bad. Just as he sat down on the bed next to me I called his name again. 
"Miggy?"
"Yes mi amor?" He was already moving off the bed ready to get me whatever my heart desired. Fortunately for Miguel all I desired was him. 
"Want a strawberry?" I picked one off the plate resting on the bessie's table and held it out to him. His shoulders relaxed and he shuffled back into the bed. For a moment I considered feeding it to him myself but figured that'd be pushing it too far so instead just handed it to him. He thanked me and, because I was still a little loopy from the medication, I kissed his cheek before telling him it wasn't a problem. 
In order to avoid embarrassment I turned away and focused on the film. Seconds later though Miguel's hand was resting on my thigh and he was drawing small circles with his thumb. 
"Thank you for looking after me today Miggy." I said while still not looking at him. I couldn't predict what he was looking like right now and I didn't want to know, it was scary especially with his thumb still tracing patters on my thigh. 
"You're welcome mi alma. It is my job to look after you, not as head of Spider Society but as someone who cares for you." 
I couldn't formulate a response to that so just nodded once and hoped he wouldn't mind. Ever since my injury things with Miguel had escalated from me having a small one sided crush to a possible full on romance. Not that I was complaining. Miguel was one hunk of a man and he had been so sweet to me most of the time. I couldn't even had dreamed of someone like him, let alone someone like him who liked me too.