I made this art for their punk au fic "I’m Half Doomed and you’re Semi-Sweet". It's literally my most favourite spiderdads fic ever. It became my life.
To HYDRA, Bucky was nothing more than a weapon. He was like a loaded gun, constantly being used and triggered both literally and figuratively, put away until they had a job for him.
Miguel doesn't expect Peter to be big on aftercare... or talking to him during sex. But this guy is guaranteed to surprise him every time.
It makes Miguel feel all warm inside. Makes him selfishly *want more* of Peter in general. He wants to crawl inside Peter's rib cage and sleep there. In that "world", canon events don't exist, and Miguel can finally shut his eyes.
It's not only selfish, but the same type of stupid thinking that got him into trouble before. Bad things happen when he's happy.
He must've said that last part out loud, because Peter strokes his cheeks with his thumbs, and says, "Nothing bad has happened yet."
Miguel attempts to scoot off of Peter's soft stomach, scoffing. "There's still potential for something to go wrong. There always is."
"Even without canon events, as Spider-people or just "normal" people, stuff could happen. We can't control that. And I know you know about canon events more than anyone here. Nothing is going to-"
"I can't. I can't lose anyone else." Peter B just doesn't get it. No one does.
"You won't. I'm right here. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. Come back," Peter huffs affectionately.
Miguel gulps and looks away. "You really shouldn't have said that. We shouldn't be doing-This is a mistake-"
"Miguel." Peter's voice is so homely that Miguel's resolve snaps out of existence. "Your happiness isn't a mistake. You deserve it just as much as everyone else. Unless you're... having second thoughts?"
Miguel shakes his head, resting back down on Peter like a dormant cat.
"Then we're good. You and me. How about we check on my universe? Would that help ease your worries?"
You always know just what to say. Why? How? What did I do to get so lucky? "That's actually a good idea."
"You sound surprised." That teasing tone has returned, filling Miguel up more than anything ever could.
You have that effect on me.
"LYLA, could you please-"
"On it." His AI friend adjusts her glasses and pulls up Peter's universe.
Mayday and MJ are watching cartoons. All is well. Miguel exhales, his ribs not as tight as they were a few seconds ago. Peter breathes along with him, the worried crease between his brow relaxed.
"We're good."
"We're good," Miguel echoes, allowing himself a close-lipped smile.
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