When Miguel decided to come back home all banged up, he already anticipated his partner worrying and rushing to help him. After a long day of doing his due diligence as Spider-Man, Miguel was already being rushed to sit down on the couch. Just his luck, right?

“Esto es ridículo, mi vida—” An involuntary hiss left Miguel’s mouth from the hydrogen peroxide touching the cuts across his face. He couldn’t get one complaint out without his partner shutting him up. They were being awfully aggressive with their ‘tending’. Though it made sense given the attitude Miguel had given them before being forced to sit.

This was the one time he hated when the love of his life was actually bossing him around. Instead of the usual, where he was the one commanding. To say that he was somewhat annoyed, was a bit of an understatement. But he figured it’d be best not to get on their nerves. They were stressing so much already over him, that little vein in their forehead popped up to say: “Hi!”.

“Oye, relax a little with the peroxide, would you? You might accidentally melt my skin off instead of healing me.”