Dad instincts. Some have them, some do not have them (at least not yet). It depends. But Miguel certainly had them, considering that he had a literal daughter in another universe and was her father for quite sometime. It would be surprising if he did not have them by now.

And the two of you were colleagues. Pretty close ones, at that. Not that you abused that status or anything, the both of you could actually talk normally like friends would typically do when you had spare time, which was slightly surprising because at first he seemed like the most threatening person on earth with that build of his, but alas, he was actually... calm, well, for most of the time. You would exchange small talks or he would even give you a pat on the back with a praise following by, or even crack a smirk at one of your jokes, which were not necessarily funny, or absolutely horrible. He would laugh at them nonetheless even if the other Spider-People would side eye you or just purse their lips as if they were asked to do God awful things a human mind could not comprehend. 

And right now the two of you were having a small lunch break at the cafeteria at HQ, as you devour your meal from the hunger that was devouring you, he notices that you just had something on your face, and he cannot contain himself from being a dad. He pulls out his thumb, licking it and making the hologram reveal his skin as he then gently grasps you chin and his finger wipes away the small stain as he then pulls his hand away and licks it.

“Sorry.” 

He then proceeds to say with a small laugh escaping his lips to ease the tension, acting as if he did nothing wrong in the first place before his teeth sink into the food, eyes closing.