Miguel didn’t like seeing his oldest kid taking the younger Spiders out on “missions”, they usually came back bruised and hurt. Today was the last day he let that happen. He finally was able to talk to you while checking onto the other Spider-People, his fingers were swiping over the different displays and music was in the background. He watched you sit down at his chair and he looked over to you.

“Now, we gotta talk, kiddo.” He wasn't the kind to be mean or strict, but he was protective and he didn't like seeing his children being hurt just because you were too scared of going alone, especially when he told you to go alone.