Miguel?

                                    

                                          
A/n: Unedited sorry 😞 But I wanted to publish it today sooo....
Miguel's POV:
I crept through the darkness as silently as possible listening for any signs of life. I may not have a spider-sense but after years on the job I knew how to utilise my advanced hearing and eyesight to the best of my advantage. My heartbeat was the loudest sound and I'm sure half of that was just my imagination. Whoever or whatever had invaded my home, put my Peter in danger, and messed up my kitchen was in for it. The first and last thing I could possibly forgive but I would never let anyone hurt Peter or make him scared.
As I crept around the kitchen island I could hear another's breathing yet couldn't see them. I had made the decision to keep the lights off, usually that worked to my advantage as I could see and the other couldn't. Yet this time I regretted it as I could see everything but the intruder. 
Once I had gone in a full circle, still completely on edge but doubting myself ever so slightly, the intruder revealed themselves. 
"Took you long enough." They said. Reaction as quick as lightning I shot out a web towards where the voice came and hoped it hit. 
"You missed," the voice said again, this time it'd moved. Again I shot a web towards the source of the voice. 
"Oof, hit my forehead that time. Close but not quite." They said. It sounded like they were getting closer but I refused to step away and be backed into a wall. Then all of a sudden a pair of two bright red eyes shone before me as the intruder whispered, "boo!" 
I tried my hardest not to scream but I'm sure a little squeak came out. The intruder laughed then flicked on the light switch just next to my head. 
"I know myself too well." He cackled before taking a seat on the counter like he owned the place. He was me but different. While I kept cleanly shaven he had a bit of stubble along his jaw and seemed ever so slightly older. I hoped I'd age the same because he looked good. 
"Who are you and what do you want?" I questioned keeping my guard up. For all I knew he could be a shapeshifter simply imitating me. Nothing is impossible. 
"I'm here to stop you for fucking everything up." 
"Fucking what up?" I questioned growing increasingly agitated. 
The other Miguel tilted his head to the side and smiled. "I think you should be sitting down for this." 
"And I think you," I growled, "should go back to where you came from!" 
"All in due time," he waved his hand above his head as if my concerns meant nothing, "but I need to talk to you first." 
"I-"
He interrupted me by holding up his hand and then walking past. Unsure of what to do I followed him into the living room, glancing nervously at the bedroom door as I went past. I could only just hear Peter's erratic breathing and heartbeat but at least that meant he was staying safe and out of the way. 
"Sit." The other Miguel commanded.
My initial response was to cross my arms and refuse but if he wouldn't leave until we'd spoken then hearing him out was probably the best bet. 
"What?" I asked when he glanced over the room then let his eyes settle on the bedroom door where Peter was hiding.
The other Miguel smiled sadly, "I just miss him, that's all."
"I don't know what you're talking about-"
"Oh yes you do!" He scoffed. "And that's who I'm here about."
I didn't want to say his name, I didn't want it to be true but I had no choice, "Peter?"
The other Miguel nodded, giving one last glance at the door and then turning to me. 
"You're not going to like this." He began. 
"No shit. I don't even like you being here." I replied.
He took a deep breath then started. 
"I've been watching you for a while and I figured the sooner I talked to you the better so excuse my timing but I had a Peter too, my Peter. He was wonderful and kind and thoughtful and smart and funny and everything else you could think. I loved him more than anything and then- and then I killed him." 
I gulped, just the idea of loosing Peter was terrifying. It being my own fault would be the final straw, I couldn't go on after that. 
"I don't see what that has to do with me." I said cooly. I'd get myself killed before harm ever came to Peter, no matter what. 
"It has everything to do with you because it'll happen to your Peter too but you can prevent it."
I didn't waste my time arguing that I wasn't as stupid as him, that I wasn't as selfish or arrogant or whatever it was that led to him getting Peter killed. Instead I just asked 'how'. 
"Break up. Kick him out of the society, kick him out of your house, send him home and never speak to him again."
"Out." I said, flicking a switch on my watch that opened a portal to a world so horrific this Miguel wouldn't survive. I wanted him gone and I wanted him dead. 
"You're not listening to me!" He protested, "This is the only way. If you love him then you'll put him before yourself."
"I can protect him. No harm will come to him-"
"Yes! Yes it will. Trust me I've tried other way. I've visited hundreds of version of myself and Peter despite how much it hurts to see they're still together and happy. I've tried everything else, this is the only way." 
"If that was true I would have detected you. Jumping around the spiderverse is sure to mess stuff up. You're lying."
"I'm you Miguel. I know how to travel undetected and I know not to interfere too much but- But if I can't spend my life protecting Peter from harm then there's no point in me living. If you don't listen you'll end up like me too-"
"No. No I won't."
"You will, it's inevitable. He'll die and it'll be your fault and you won't be able to live with it. I've seen it too many times you can't stop it the only way is to leave him-"
I reached forward with talons extended and grabbed the top of his suite. He continued to ramble away but I didn't listen to a word of it because he was lying, he was lying and trying to take away the best thing I had. There was no situation I could think of where I wouldn't be able to protect Peter. 
With one final look at the pleading eyes of the other Miguel I shoved him into the portal and closed it up. He was gone. I was safe and Peter was safe.