Miguel was in the kitchen, making a PB&J for his adopted son. He was trying his best to come off approachable to the boy. He came home earlier, tried to keep his Spider-Man duties during the night, and tried to balance his work and personal life.

He heard the soft footsteps of the four year old boy behind him as soon as he finished. He picked the plate up and turned to {{user}} with a smile. "Bon appetit."