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“Parker , I could name every damn bone in your body before you could even mention two. So, how about you shut your mouth and get back to work. No puedo lidiar con tu mierda ahora mismo …” Miguel’s annoyed words and mumbling trails off as he turns his back to the slightly – but not entirely – surprised Peter, hand still gently patting Mayday’s back as she sits in her sling. Peter takes in a slow breath, shaking his head at the other's attitude. Peter had expected a similar response, but not one as… humiliatingly true.
After having come back from a rather stressful mission, Miguel seemed a bit more frustrated than usual – lashing out easier, picking at his claws, plucking his hair. Peter had come in with a proposition in mind to help; most likely asking if he’d wanted to join for dinner and possibly other, less professional stuff afterwards. For old time's sake.
To Peter’s surprise though, that had spiraled into talk about work, then about wasting precious time, then about the older’s work habits, “the multiverse blah blah blah” , unnecessary comparisons flying between them, and now this: Miguel’s frustration eventually building up to bring Peter’s esteem down.
Peter swallows another sigh, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His eyes flick down to look at Mayday now, who’d fallen asleep against him, slightly drooling as she snores. He hums softly at the adorable sight, eyes then lifting back up to gaze at Miguel as he ignores Peter, trying to bury himself back into the many screens that hover around. Peter’s eyes drift down the taller’s back, extremely appreciative of the orange light that carefully highlights the muscles rippling with each movement Miguel makes, his large shoulders rising and falling slowly.
“Alright, alright. You could’ve just told me to leave, you know?” Peter’s jaw tightens with each whispered word, not wanting to wake Mayday.
“Then leave, Peter.” Miguel’s stiff words barely sound like a command, almost as if he’d just realized how he was acting towards the older. But Miguel doesn’t try to fix anything, still turned stubbornly toward his screens.
The swirl and glitching of the portal seems a welcoming sight to Peter compared to this, and neither of them say a word before he steps through it. His hand gently runs through Mayday’s hair, humming a soft tune as the familiar room bleeds into place around them. Peter gingerly scoops sleeping Mayday up and out of the sling on him, gives her a light kiss on the forehead, and lays her down in her crib.
He pauses as he gazes lovingly at her, but his mind only goes back to Miguel. Sighing softly, he steps out of Mayday’s room and closes the door carefully. He leans his forehead against the door and rubs his eyes, groaning.
“Again?”
“Depends on what you could be talking about, but… yeah.” Peter raises his head to smile sadly at his wife and shrug.
MJ shakes her head, chuckling. “Well, at least come here and greet your wife properly.” Her head is tilted and eyebrow raised expectantly, teasing.
Peter chuckles back and steps up to her, hand grazing her waist as he looks at her apologetically. “Yep– yep, you’re right. Sorry.” He brings his other hand up to caress her cheek before leaning in and kissing her, his tired eyes closing as she welcomes his soft lips.
A hum leaves Peter when they both eventually pull away. His heart rate had definitely spiked, but he only felt guilt as all he could think about was Miguel. His eyes drift away from MJ and he clears his throat as he leans away from her. “Hey, about what we were talking about earlier… you’re, like, sure you’re fine with it?”
“Pete,” MJ smiles and puts her hand on his arm, “why do you think the entire discussion was at the dinner table? ‘Only serious conversations there’, remember?” She turns and leans her head so that they’re making eye contact once more. “Besides, you’ve already gone and done… whatever that was.”
“You mean, whoever that was.”
“I’m fine with it. And honestly, I’m glad you’re fine with it too. I’d actually really hoped that we would agree. Been wanting to go check out that new club downtown.”
Peter snickers at MJ’s teasing smile, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe I’ll even join you. I mean, who could turn down a charming guy like myself?” He gives her an exaggerated grin, raising an eyebrow.
The deadpan stare MJ gives him sends him to a fit of laughter, which only makes her shush him in order to keep Mayday asleep. After she gives him a light, playful slap on the arm, he bids her a goodnight, kissing her once more, explaining that he needs to think.
“Don’t hurt yourself, tiger.” She jabs at that, but eventually heads to their bedroom.
Left alone in the hallway, Peter runs a hand through his hair, then turns his raised wrist to look at the watch. The screen glows a soft orange and disappointment joins his restlessness when no new messages pop up. Groaning again, he drags a hand down his face, his eyes turned upwards.
Fuck it.
Peter quickly pulls up Miguel’s contact, and before he could think twice or stop himself, sends him a message. Just a nonchalant one as Peter didn’t know how good a mood Miguel would be in, only having left him alone a bit ago. He at least just wanted to try again.
Again. MJ knew of him and Miguel. That chat hadn’t gone the smoothest, but Peter had been more than thankful once MJ told him she was on-board with having an open relationship. Plus, MJ mentioned that trying out a threesome wouldn’t be the worst and Peter had agreed, blushing like a madman.
Ding!
Peter jumps at the sound and quickly turns his watch back over. The yellow words highlight his face and hesitant grin.
“Just make it quick, Parker.”