#spider teens

[crowsmurderz]

my headcanon/au is that margo & peni are kpop stans and when they hang out with gwen they force her to do silly dance challenges and aegyos, she's very unamused but the boys find it hilarious esp pav who always ends up joining her (for emotional support he says)

[imomnba-x07]

I’m ganna need a mini series about the spider teens (Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, and Margo) getting into hyjinks and just solving crime together. Maybe a guest appearance by Peter B and Noir in 1 episode and shaking their heads disapprovingly after the teens almost get themselves killed

I just need more of them all togther the brain rot is too much rn

[reetreets]

Ninã - Miguel O'Hara / Teen Reader

THIS IS NOT A SEXUAL RELO ITS MIGUEL BEING A PARENT OKAY

summary:

“Niña?” Her heart stops at the voice in front of her. Theres only one person in the whole multiverse who calls her that.

“What the fu-hell are you doing here?”

She looks at him with open eyes, slowly rimming with tears.

“I-uh..I could ask you the same thing?” She says nervously.

OR:

reader is 17 and pregnant and wants to get an abortion but doesn't want anyone to know but miguel finds her at the clinic and takes care of her.

3920 words

Two lines.

Her eyes frozen, straight on the lines that scream "biggest mistake of your life" in her ears. A sob escapes through her throat and she lets the tears fall uncontrollably as she covers her mouth, slapping herself internally

"How could you be so stupid?" She asks herself.

She stays in the stall for about an hour, crying and cursing to herself until her legs start cramping up and she stops crying. She decides to go send in the report to Miguel, he’s been asking her for it for a while now.

Her and Miguel never really had the best relationship. She was always getting into trouble and he was always cleaning up after her. He would always give her the most criticism when giving briefs. Whether she’s being risky on missions, not thinking straight when fighting, putting herself into danger and thus stressing him the fuck out.

She opens the door to find the brooding male standing at his monitors. ‘Come on, just hide it. just for a little bit.’ She thinks to herslelf. She takes a deep breath before walking in.

“Hey Miggy” she smirks, knowing he hates that nickname. “I got that report you’ve been wanting.” she said, waving it in the air.

He turns away from his monitors to see the report and walks towards her before taking it from her hand. “I asked to see this 2 days ago.” He says while flipping through the pages and glancing at her. He notices her puffy eyes and red cheeks. ‘Is she crying? No, knowing her she’s probably high.’

As he thinks to himself, he questions his decision to recruit such a young, stupid teenager.

“Dios mío- are you high?” He asks sternly, looking her straight in the eye.

“What? No! What makes you say that.” She says, taken aback.

“Well your eyes and cheeks are red and puffy.” He replies, pointing at her face with the papers.

“I’m not high.” She says. “Besides, where would I even get good grass around here.” She joked.

“You’re lying. Fucking Hobie again isn’t it?” He says, muttering swear words in spanish.

“I’m not lying! Breath test me right now.”

“No i’m not bothered just- get out please. I really don’t wanna deal with your bullshit today.” He says, holding the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Alright alright.” She says, walking backwards to the exit .“See ya Miggy!” she laughs as he rolls his eyes, and turns back to the monitors.

But as soon as she leaves, her smile drops, and she lets out a massive breath that she didn’t know she was holding.

“Should I keep it?”

“Adoption is still a thing right?”

“How much does an abortion cost?”

“Oh God what are my parents gonna say?”

These thoughts swimming in her mind as she walks through the crowded halls of the Spider HQ.

“Ay, watch the arms fam.” She hears a voice, sounding like Hobie, but she can’t even process it right now. Her body is in autopilot, until she feels something grab at her wrist and takes her out of her mind.

“Hey, are you okay?” Gwen asks, looking at her with concerned eyes. She realises all her friends are in front of her

“Huh? Oh, yeah I’m great. Just peachy.” She says, putting on a fake smile.

“But..you’ve been crying?” Pavitr says softly, approaching her and putting an arm on her shoulder. The rest of the Spider-Teens circle her, worry filling their eyes.

“Whats wrong?”

“You alright fam?”

“You can talk to us”

She hears these words swinging around her ears until she pulls away from them and laughs.

“Guys seriously, I’m fine. Nothings wrong, I don’t know what you’re so worried about.” She says while walking away while putting the hood of her jacket on and shoving her hands in her pocket.

“I need to get rid of it.”

-

She enters the clinic, nervous with her hand clutching her purse. She walks up to a counter and looks at the nurse, “Hi, um…I have an appointment at 4?” She says softly.

“Yes of course dear, we just need you to sign these forms. Have a seat over there and we’ll call you when we’re ready to being the procedure.” The nurse says, smiling softly at her.

She nods, taking the papers and a seat in the waiting area. As she starts reading the papers, she’s thinking about how she ever got herself into this position. She feels her heart in her ears as she writes her signature for the fourth time.

“Niña?” Suddenly her heart stops at the voice in front of her. Theres only one person in the whole multiverse who calls her that.

“What the fu-hell are you doing here?”

She looks at him with open eyes, slowly rimming with tears.

“I-uh..I could ask you the same thing?” She says nervously.

“I donate here all the time. I just came to finalise some paperwork. Now you.” He said, crossing his arms.

“I…uh…” No words came out of her mouth. She sat there, silent, looking down to her feet.

“Wait.” He said, uncrossing his arms, and slowly approaching her. “Are you…pregnant?” He said, his accusatory tone being replaced with a more concerned one.

She sees him take the seat next to her, but doesn’t dare to move. Instead she lets the tears roll down her cheeks, soaking the papers as she covers her face with her hands.

“Oh niña, ¿por qué no dijiste nada?” He said, removing her arms and pulling her in for a hug. She reciprocates and wraps her arms tightly around his neck, falling into his embrace. She didn’t realise how much she needed this, having someone to care for her. To support her through this whole situation.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disappoint you,” Her words muffled with her face in his chest. He rubs circles around her back, rethinking his choices that made her so afraid to talk to him, that she kept a whole pregnancy to herself. “Does anyone know? Do your parents know? Or your friends?” He said, as he pulled away from her and wiped the tears off her red cheeks, giving him déjà vu from their last interaction. ‘Is this what she was crying about?’ He thinks.

She shook her head. “No. No one knows. I didn’t want to tell anyone. I just want to get rid of it and forget this ever happened.” She said, looking down, while fidgeting with her fingers. He nodded in response.

“Are you gonna tell anyone?” She said softly, as she finally looked up to meet his eyes. For once, the angry eyes were gone, and were replaced with orbs full of concern and worry.

“Not if you don’t want me to. Do you have anyone to drive you home?” He asked, with one hand falling onto his lap and the other falling onto her shoulder.

“No.” she said, “I was kind of gonna catch a cab.” She laughed, looking to the side.

He shook his head again. “No, I can’t let you do that. I’ll drive you back to HQ.”

“A-Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to bother you-“

“Miss L/N?” the nurse calls her. “We’re ready when you are.” She says, smiling at the young girl.

She looks back at Miguel with fearful eyes and he takes his hand in hers. “I’ll be here when you get back. If you need anything, just send one of the nurses to get me, okay?” She stays silent and nods before getting up and following the nurse to the room.

He sees her walk away and slumps in the chair, holding his face in his hand. He shakes his head internally to himself. Jeez he was acting like this girl was his own daughter. He found himself constantly glancing at the closed door, where she lay.

-

She changed into her medical gown and exited the bathroom, the knot in her stomach slowly growing.

“Lay down here and spread your legs out, we’ll start off with the anaesthesia.” The doctor said.

She followed her instructions and laid down with her legs spread. The doctor injected her and she slowly found herself loosing feeling in her private area.

“We’ll begin the procedure now. Clamps please?” The doctor said. As they began the procedure, she found herself thinking about the life she could have led, had she had this baby. She realised that she’d been calling them ‘it’ the whole time she knew she was pregnant. She thought about how her ex-boyfriend always talked about having kids. Wanting kids. How she didn’t tell him. Not that he’d care anymore. Once he found out she was a Spider-Person, he didn’t want anything to do with her and her dangerous lifestyle.

She was crying. A feeling off loss filled her to the bone as she saw the doctors poking around. She covers her mouth with her hand to hide the sob threatening to escape her mouth, and the other to grip the sheets she lays on. Squeezing her eyes closed as the tears ran down into her hair.

She feels a hand holding onto her shoulder

“Do you want me to call him to come inside here?” The nurse said.

She nodded quickly. She really didn’t want to bother him, but she was hurting. she needed his support. She needed him to tell her everything was gonna be fine. That she was making the right decision.

- “Mr O’Hara?” the nurse called out.

As soon as he heard his name, he stood up and rushed in front of the nurse.

“Is she okay? Are there any complications?” He said hurriedly, trying to look inside the room, even though the door was closed.

“She’s doing well physically, but…I think she needs someone to hold her hand. Give her some support, you know?”

He nodded and the nurse opened the door to reveal a hurting, young girl crying on the bed, while the doctors did the procedure. His heart broke at the sight. The girl he knew, who was always confident, always sassy, always upbeat and positive, was crumbling down right in front of him.

He rushed to her side and sat down in the chair next to her bed. He took the hand covering her mouth and the hand holding the sheets and took them both in one hand. The other went straight to her cheeks, wiping her tears away. “Shh, shh ninã, its okay, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay. You can squeeze my hand if you need to.” He said calmly, while taking the strands of hair covering her face and tucked it behind her ear.

And she squeezed his hand like he was the last drip of water she would ever drink. She let the sobs out of her stomach and he rubbed her head soothingly, occasionally moving to wipe her tears and letting out supportive words here and there, some even in Spanish.

“The procedure is complete. You can change back into your clothes and get the final paperwork from reception.” The doctor said, before removing her gloves and walking out of the room, the nurses following closely behind her.

As soon as they left, Miguel got up to sit up on the bed and held her as she cried into his shoulder. He closed his eyes, imagining if it was his daughter in this situation. She was kind of like his daughter. She had the same ambitious personality. The same optimistic outlook on life, always active and always making trouble. He just wanted to support her. Make her feel better. So he held onto her, tighter, afraid to let go one more time.

After some time, her cries calmed, and the anaesthesia wore off, so she moved off the bed and went to the bathroom to change back into her clothes. She shimmied her underwear on, but fatigue hit her like a truck, and for the love of God she couldn’t get her pants on. She whined and groaned as she tried to get her pants on but failed.

Miguel heard her sounds and knocked on the door.

“Ninã? Are you okay?”

She whined once again. “They won’t go up.” she said, slurring her words just the tiniest bit, but this didnt pass through Miguel’s head.

He walked in and saw her struggling to put her pants on. “Ay querida, let me help you.” He said, rushing to her side. He takes her pants and pulls them up slowly, afraid to hurt her. He notices her dazed figure and as soon as he pulls her pants up the whole way, he puts an arm on her back and leaves the room, grabbing her purse in the process. He never once leaves her side, all he wants is to help her.

They enter reception and he gently sits her down on one of the chairs. She lets her head hit the wall as she sees him walk towards the reception desk and ask for the paperwork. As she sits, waiting patiently, she keeps replaying the look on his eyes when he found out she was pregnant. He was not in the least bit mad at her, or disappointed or anything. All he did was care for her. Nurture her, like she was his own child.

She imagined her family life to be different. If maybe in one universe, Miguel actually her dad, and how he would probably care for her like this all the time.

“Ninã? Wake up, we have to go now. Let’s get you back to HQ and to a bed.”

She nodded slowly and got out of the chair. He held her waist and helped her to leave the clinic and right into his car. Which happens to be a pickup truck.

‘Typical Miguel. Of course he would have a pickup truck’ She chuckles to herself.

He helps her into the seat, even putting the seatbelt on for her, tucking her legs into the seat. He wants her to be comfortable, and does everything in his power to do so.

“Is this okay?” He asks, looking into her glassy eyes.

She gives a soft smile and replies. “Yeah. Thank you.”

He smiles back and closes the door, making his way to the other side of the car.

As they drive she finds herself looking out the window, passing multiple families with children, how happily they race around the park. How their ice-cream touches their noses, leaving a light mark. How the smiles of the children never fail to brighten someone’s day. She starts contemplating her decision to get rid of the child. Regret starts flowing through her brain.

“Do you think I made the right decision?” She asks softly, still looking out the window.

Miguel sighs, glancing at her then back at the road. “Yes Querida. I think you have too much going on in your life right now. With being Spider-Woman, a student, and a daughter to your own family, a child of your own would be way too much. And this is just my opinion, but I think you’re too young to be a mother. You’ll have plenty of time for that when you’re older.” He says, never skipping a beat.

His words sink into her brain and she realises that he’s right. She is too young. She has too many responsibilities of her own right now. If she has a child, she would have to give up everything. Even being a spider.

She blinks her tears away and lifts her legs to rest her chin on her knees. ‘Yeah, he’s right.’ She thinks to herself, as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

Miguel glances at her and sighs. The worry never stopped. For the rest of the trip, he kept glancing back at her. He never stopped to make sure she was comfortable. That she was okay. He understands how shitty it must be for her right now. She doesn’t need him to be frantic and mad at her. He’s only mad that she didn’t come to him sooner. She was prepared to go through this without telling anyone. She was going into this by herself and that made him angry. Not at her, but himself. He was meant to be a leader. Someone people look up to. Someone people can come to when they need help, or have a concern. Especially the ones so young, like Gwen, Miles and Pavitr.

‘No wonder they always ask Peter and Jess for backup, and not me.’ He thinks to himself.

They arrive at HQ and he notices how she’s still deep in slumber. He opens her door and carries her in his arms.

He makes his way to his personal room and sets her down in his bed, ever so gently, as not to wake her. He tucks her in bed and tucks her hair behind her ear to reveal her face. He notices the puffiness and redness surrounding her face has decreased. He pecks her on the forehead and moves out to his office.

He takes his place in front of his monitors, as his suit appears and his normal clothes diminish.

“Lyla?”

“Sup Boss?”

“Keep a screen of the security cameras in my room on next to me.”

“Keeping an eye on your adopted child? So adorable.” She says, before disappearing and the video recording pops up next to his work. He sighs, questioning his sanity when he was programming her to be the sassiest person he knew.

As he continued his work, his eyes kept glancing towards the monitor next to him. He never stopped thinking about her. He wouldn’t admit this out loud, but he did feel like a father. He remembered the times when his daughter would get sick. How he would care for her, and make her soup, and take her temperature, and hold her in his arms- ‘stop it.’ He thought to himself.

He shuts those thoughts off immediately. Cracking his neck and rerouting his focus onto his work.

Hours pass and he realises that she probably hasn’t had anything to drink or eat the whole day. He decides to finish this report and get some food from the cafeteria. He makes his way through the crowd, finding people moving out of his way, cowering in fear. He sighs, ‘I really need to work on how I look to these people.’

As he orders his food, he feels an arm fall around his neck.

“Ay big boss. How’re ya?”

Hobie. For the love of God why him.

He sighs and turns around to find all the other spider-kids surrounding him. He raises an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“Nothin’, just wonderin’, you know anythin’ ‘bout the little one? She’s been dodging us this whole day and we fink you’re the only one who’s gotta know.”

“We’re just worried about her. We saw her crying when she came out of your office.” Gwen says.

He looks down at her and thinks for a moment. He remembered her words.

“I didn’t want to tell anyone. I just want to get rid of it and forget this ever happened.”

He sighs, “She’s sick. Stomach bug or something.” He says vaguely, while turning around and picking up the tray of food.

Before they can respond, he walks away, making a path towards his dorm.

As he opens the door, he finds her sitting up scratching her head. ‘She must have just woken up’. He says.

“Hey Ninã. How are you feeling.?” He says, sitting next to her on the bed, and putting the tray on the table.

She groans. “Like shit.”

“Yeah I thought you would. I brought you some food from the cafeteria. I’m thinking you probably haven’t had anything to eat or drink all day.”

“Ugh I love you you’re the best.” She said, while grabbing a burger from the mountain of food and taking a big bite of it. She sighs in content.

With her mouth full of food, she asks, “Why did you order so much food?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He said sternly, his fatherly senses kicking in. “Well I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got a bunch of food and thought I’d let you choose.”

She nods while taking another bite, and letting out another sigh. “you’re the best. did I tell you that?”

He laughs, “Yeah, you did.”

He watches her stuff her face with all the food he brought.

An idea pops into his head.

“Hey uh, if you’re up for it…I have a couple movies in the other room. We could have a movie night?”

She widens her eyes, “Oh my God YES!! Please can I invite the others? Oh they would love it so much. Please please please!” She said, dragging out the last word as she pouted.

He sunk his head down. He didn’t like the idea of the kids in his private room, but still. His main concern was her. “Yeah. Thats alright. Did you want me to call them? Or-“

“No need, already messaged them.” She smiled, putting her phone down.

Within the next second, a group consisting of Hobie, Miles, Pavitr and Gwen bust into the room. Hobie came with a bag full of her favourite snacks.

“Hey! You’re okay!” Gwen says, racing to go hug her. “We heard you were sick with a stomach bug. You doing okay now?”

She goes to hug her back. “Yeah, I’m feeling much better now.” She says, smiling at Miguel. Silently thanking him for staying quiet about the whole thing. He understands, and smiles in return.

The others go to hug her and light conversation passes through the air. He decides that it’s best to leave the kids to themselves and makes his way to the door.

Until it slams open again.

“Hey!! Heard theres a movie night going on here. Decided to come. And look who I brought!!” Peter says excitedly, while holding Mayday up for everyone to see.

Miguel groans as he lets him pass through.

“You can’t help it man. Just accept it.” Jess said, making her way through and patting him on the shoulder.

He turns to face everyone as they buzz with excitement.

“So what movie are we gonna watch?”

“Oh!! We should have a marathon!”

“Star Wars!! Has to be Star Wars.”

Miguel chuckles to himself, watching the kids’ enthusiasm hum through his room. He lets his eyes sit on her smile. He’s glad that she’s feeling better.

“Alright alright. I’ll put it in.” He says. A grin slowly forming on his face, he hides it.

After he selects the movie, he makes his way onto his bed, sitting next to the girl. She moves over to give him more room and she sets her eyes onto the screen

As the movies progress, the light conversation and debates about who’s a better character, Luke or Hans, reduces to light snores. Miguel finds his eyes setting on the girl, as her head falls onto his shoulder. She’s half asleep, barely paying attention, but awake enough to smile.

“Thank you.” She whispers, her eyes never leaving the screen.

“For what?” Miguel questions.

“For today. For helping me. And supporting me. I don’t know how I would have done it without you.”

He smiles down at her and wraps an arm around her, bringing her closer, so her head falls onto his chest and she falls into a deep slumber.

“Anytime, Ninã.”

[daybreaklynx]

sanrio x spider teens / arachkids🐇🕸️

close up of individual characters!

Hobie with Badtz-Maru, Pavitr with Keroppi(I've already drawn these two with them yes), Margo with Cinnamoroll, Miles with Hello Kitty and Gwen with My Melody:

i wish I could make this into a sticker sheet just for myself but the MOQ is always so high for stickers... I don't want 100 i want 1 >:(

anyways yeah blah blah hobie wouldn't like sanrio / big companies but have you considered. they're all very cute to me

[l0ve-sicc]

babysitting a kid with spider powers is tiring, ok?

tap for better quality!

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

The reason why none of the spider gangs spidey sense go off when miles is invisible so they never know when hes actually there is because they don't see him as a threat BECAUSE THEY LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND KNOW HE COULD NEVER (without reason) HURT ANYONE

[homosherb]

“i thought you hated straight couples??”

how DARE YOU assume i would EVER mean them

[ivvyela]

and i stand by it

[pandadrake]

Big backlog at the Go Home Machine.

Was drawing a different idea and it spun off into this doodle of the effect of all-nighters on teenagers vs. people in their late twenties.

[dilutedbeanibeans]

umm!!!! I dont think that’s normal!!!!

[bunnyramen]

Pavitr: You’re saying Tea-Tea!

Gwen, snorting: You said T-T.

Hobie, half smiling: Titties.

Pavitr: Shut up! I did not say-

Miles: Totally did!

[thesuperheroesnetwork]

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[mastercherry]

Say what you want about tired old tropes but you give me someone saying "it's beautiful," while looking at the sunset or something and then the other person says "yes it is," while looking at person 1 and I go feral.

[animusrox]

5 FILMS TO RECOMMEND THAT ARE SIMILAR TO DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

The Lego Batman Movie (2017)

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

Teen Titans GO! To the Movies (2018)

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

[robinhuntr]

If Roy Harper has 0 fans, I’m dead

Anyways, I present Roy in the Spiderverse style,

[mooooonnnzz]

Miguel taking his daughter to spider HQ?

Miguel takes his daughter to HQ! How bad could it be?

✎ my brain is brewing with words

✎ fem reader!!

✎ send more ideas cuz my brain is in writing mode rn hehe

✎ oh miguel is also lil grumpy here bc why not

✎ ok thats all!! :p

Miguel is very hesitant to bring you to HQ. He doesn’t want to have you near harm's way. Plus, there would be nothing for you to do there so what’s the point?

Though, you’re persistent and didn’t take his no for an answer.

He eventually gave in when you roped Lyla into it. He couldn’t deal with two annoyances at once. (He means it endearingly)

So, he brings you to HQ—against his will

Your eyes sparkled with amazement as you took in the place. The area was huge. “This place is so cool!” You marveled. You look over to Miguel, beaming brightly. “This is awesome!” You whispered and yelled, your attention going back to the Spider-People who swung and walked by. Miguel shook his head in amusement, a smile pulling to his lips. As you continued to wander off, he noticed you were walking a little close to the edge. “Cuidado!” His webs shoot around your waist as you near the edge. He pulls you into his chest, letting out a relieved sigh. “You have to be careful when you’re walking around here.” He’s following you like a hawk after that.

Since it’s your first time there, everyone jumps to the assumption that you’re another Spider-Woman who Miguel or Jess recruited.

Miguel is quick to squander those ideas. He informs them that you’re his daughter and he’s showing you the place.

They all have to take a moment. They’re all like, “What? Miguel has a daughter?”

When they ask why he never told them, he responds by saying; “You never asked.”

“That’s your daughter?” Peter B. Parker was gagged. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that Miguel had a daughter. “How come you never talked about her?!” His eyes are blown wide and his jaw is slack. Like, Miguel O’Hara has a daughter?! “I do. You just don’t listen.” He grumbled out, sending an icy glare to Peter. Miguel does talk about you, it just gets overshadowed by how much Peter talks about Mayday. “What? When!?” Peter sputters out. “All the time.” You roll your eyes at Miguel’s cold behavior. “Papi, don’t be mean.” Miguel’s pinched expression visibly softens at your words, right when Miguel is about to apologize, Peter turns over to you excitedly. “Do you want to meet my daughter?” Miguel lets out a long sigh. “Mayday would love to meet you!” Peter grins. “Speaking of the little devil, where is she?” He looks around, lips downturned into a frown. He cups his hands around his mouth. “Mayday!” Another sigh leaves Miguel’s lips. “Mayday, honey! Where are you?” Miguel takes this opportunity to grab your shoulder and walk away from Peter. Once he’s far enough, he gives you a tense smile. “Oh, there you guys are! For a second I thought you ran away from me.” Peter swings right next to Miguel, Mayday sitting comfortably in her baby carrier. The smile on Miguel’s face drops. “Anyways, meet Mayday!”

Miguel dreads the moment when you have to meet Gwen, Miles, Pav, and Hobie. They always bug him about you, wondering when he’ll bring you over.

They’ve seen him see videos of you and him on his little holograms as he worked, he isn’t secretive about you.

Plus, whenever he gets the chance to talk about you, he doesn’t hesitate to start blabbering.

So they know pretty much almost everything about you.

Blame Miguel

“Miigueel,” Gwen dragged out his name teasingly as she swung in front of you and Miguel. “Is this who we think it is!” Pavitr was brimming with excitement as he dropped right next to Gwen. “Is this Miguel’s daughter?” Hobie raised a brow as he leaned an arm on Pav’s shoulder. “About time we meet her!” Miles smiled, giving you a friendly wave. You wave back, chuckling to yourself. Miguel dragged a hand down his face as he groaned dramatically loud. “Estos son los imbéciles de los que te sigo hablando.” Miles' face dropped to an offended look. “Really?” Miles says. Hobie furrowed his brows. “What did he say?” He looked over to Miles in confusion. Pavitr shrugged. “I don’t know but I don’t think it was a good thing.”

The whole tour was a headache for Miguel. He couldn’t stay in one place without Gwen offering a new place to head to, or Hobie asking questions on how you manage to have a dad like Miguel.

Pav was adding his commentary to certain situations which drove Miguel up the wall. Miles was trying to strike up a conversation with you, trying to impress you by speaking in Spanish.

Then Peter came along and the whole thing fell into chaos

“Hold Mayday real quickly. I need to take a picture of you two!” Peter handed you Mayday and she fumbled in your hands until you managed to rest her on your side. “Picture? Can I join!” Pavitr jumped right next to you, striking a dashing smile as he struck a pose. Miles and Gwen swarmed in the photo, settling around you and posing. Gwen did a peace sign while Miles did bunny ears on Gwen. Hobie lazily smiled, body halfway into the frame. “Hobie, get your whole body in the photo!” Peter motioned Hobie to move into the frame. “I don’t wanna.” Hobie shrugged. Peter sighed and let him be, gleefully saying “Cheese!” as he snapped a few photos. “Oh, MJ is gonna love this!” Peter mumbled to himself. Mayday looked up at you, cutely babbling in her baby language. Her chubby arm grappled onto your shoulder and pulled herself up with her inhuman baby strength. “Oh! Peter, she’s climbing on me!” You watch in horror as she settles on your shoulder, only to fall back and luckily get caught by Miguel. “Oh, don’t worry. She does that.” Peter waves it off, eyes glued on the photos. “Por Dios,” Miguel murmured under his breath.

When you got home, Miguel swore to himself that he’d never bring you back over there.

You went back to HQ a day later.