English is not my native language, but I tried my best :'3
Miguel hates it when unfamiliar people get too close, everyone knows about it. And he hates it when they touch him. He doesn't really stand people at all and tries to stay away from them whenever possible. Of course, as long as there is no need to beat the shit out of someone. Everyone around him is "work colleagues", no more and no less, so the safety of the multiverse is the only unchanging reason why he continues to test his nerves. So…he has no friends. Only the younger brother remained from the family, who had long preferred cyberspace to the real world, so communicating with him is no different from communicating with Lyla. And a hologram can never touch you. It is intangible, neither cold nor hot, just a sparkling piece of air. But none of that matters, because Miguel has a job and no time for such minor things. After all, no one has ever died of loneliness, right?
He diligently closes his eyes to the fact that he has been dying of cold for a long time. It's maddening.
It has nothing to do with his irritability. It has nothing to do with his workaholism. No. And everyone in the spider society knows that the best way to talk to Miguel O'Hara is through the transmitter on the watch. And to speak only to the point. Literally everyone tries to adhere to these rules. Except Peter B. Parker from Earth 616B.
At first, everyone thinks that Peter's funeral will take place soon. Then they begin to watch cautiously, periodically trying to warn Parker, but soon give up. And at some point, Miguel also gives up. But not at all because he is no longer annoyed by Peter's clinginess. Just for some reason, his constant touching does not cause rejection.
Miguel feels warm again.
Hope you enjoed that! I've almost never done comics, but I'm very happy with the result. I will be very glad of reblogs/// Thanks for your attention!
Hope you don’t mind my using this prompt as a tiny Christmas gift to @kissingthehyena, you, and anyone else interested in spending the holidays with her four favorite bros.
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“You made gingerbread zombies?” Noctis asks,incredulous.
“The decorating is Prompto’s work, I’m afraid,”Ignis answers, not looking up from his recipe book. He’s scowling at the bit ofcinnamon that looks to be permanently stained on the page. “But I willtake credit for the baking elements.”
“The girl likes horror movies!” Prompto protests.He’s rummaging through the grocery bags Noctis dropped in the hallway after heand Gladio narrowly escaped the chaos of Christmas Eve at the MoogleMart. Theprince may not have been proud of the way he literally used his Shield as ahuman shield, but it wasn’t like he wouldn’t get paid for doing his job.
“Halloween was two months ago, kid.” Gladio pokesa finger at an armless gingerbread stick figure that’s barely being keptupright against a candy cane. Everything on the platter is covered in limegreen icing, with splatters of red here and there to ensure no one mistakes the gingerbread men for an army ofgrinches.
“But she wasn’t hereduring Halloween!” Prompto counters. “So, we get to smush all the holidays in one! Like Nightmare BeforeChristmas!”
“I’ve also made sugar cookies to be decorated with only Christmas-related art,” Ignisadds. “There’s a fine line between catering to someone’s interest andmaking her believe we’re all breadly murderers.”
“So treat her gingerly, got it.”
There’s a squeak of a marker as Gladio draws lines underIgnis’s and Noctis’s names on the Holiday Pun Count white board.
“In any case, I should hope you’ve bought our guestanother gift that might dissuade her from calling the Crownsguard on her ownCrown Prince,” Ignis says.
“No worries! One normal Christmas present ready underthe tree - aaand I’m sure she’s goingto love it!” Prompto bounces back into the kitchen, a can of icing in eachgloved hand that are fortunately not green.
“Not as much as she’s gonna like mine,” Gladiosays with a confident smirk.
“No one likes cup noodles as much as you do,Gladio.” Noctis raises a brow at his Shield, who halfheartedly throws thewhite board marker at him.
The doorbell rings, and all four men pause to stare at it.“That must be her now,” Ignis says.
“I’ll get it!” Prompto hurries over to the frontdoor, swinging it open and greeting their guest with the cheesy grin he wearsin all of his selfies, “Merry Christmas!”
I like to think that Miguel is a workaholic. And that because of bad memories it is very difficult for him to fall asleep. But when Peter is near, Miguel always sleeps peacefully.