'The thing I love about vampires that I find so fascinating is that, unlike other sci-fi creations, they aren't monsters from the get-go, they're human beings first ... and so what kind of human you are would dictate what kind of vampire you would be.'
- Author: Rachelle Lefevre
Dr. Webb knew he didn't keep up the same workout program or exercise routine he had during his short hero career. Didn't mean he didn't keep something up in order to stay in shape with his fellow spider person. That something earned him a whistle from at least three people within the spider society. First was LAYLA during the least activite hours when she did her system maintenance. Where she was told to delete that footage of him from her memory banks and hard drive. Second was Peter B when he was chasing his daughter around the gym area. After finding her in the arms of said doctor at the highest point in the area. Third was his own daughter when her doubts about her old man were extinguished. She was left speechless at the way he moved from the surface without wall crawling ability.
"Does abuela or Sr. O'Hara," She asked him once, "You can do that?"
"Your abuela will tell you," Her father was amused, his mother hadn't told Gabriella, "That I've been crawling around like this since I crawled from her."
"Sr. O'Hara?" She asked excitedly.
This was where he went quiet instead of answering her like before. Which earned him a hug from her instead of a lecture about being honest. Had him sending her off before requesting LAYLA inform him when Miguel's next week out was.
"You have to let me make you a new outfit," LAYLA shared mock ups, "Tell me your old hero colors."
"Nothing too tight or short." He warned her.
"Now doctor," LAYLA put on a teasing smile, "Don't limit a girl."
This what got her the privilege to dress him her way was thrown out the window when he said he could dress himself for his plans. Instead of souring her mood toward him or putting him on her bad side for the rest of the day when they interacted like normal. She slightly nagged him about what he had in mind in wear while still sharing her suggestions with him. He ended up sighing and stating she'll know when he surprises Miguel as he looked up toward his platform when he walked by.
"How has the last few days been?" He came to ask her.
"Nothing more than normal bouts of anger," LAYLA was willing to show him, "He has been sleeping and eating when I have to remind him."
"Any way you can send me a list?" He asked.
Which she granted when he went on his day instead of bothering Miguel until their designated time to meet up the two agreed upon. On quiet days that turn into long and BUSY work weeks to handle anomalies being poured into different realities. They couldn't get together like either one wanted when he got late or slow days when nothing much was happening. Through a series of messages that LAYLA delivered from Dimensional Travel Watch was when they came up with the idea. One that allowed Miguel to stay in Dr. Webb's company for a few hours before they had to go back to work.
"Can I at least be there when you make your reveal?" She was begging.
"Record only." He warned her.
She ended up lighting the area with thumbs up and five stars with a few smiling stars all around him before Miguel needed her. Which left her to send him the list of what Miguel had been eating and times he was sleeping on carefully made spreadsheets. That bothered him to the point he was firm with Peter B when he checked him over after a nasty mission. He just didn't like the noticeable amount of body fat around Peter B's waist besides unfit his appearance. Trying to stay calm when term Dad Dob came into play when May was coddled in her father's arms.
"Don't," Dr. Webb didn't want to hear it, "Your dad bod as you call it, has two big health risks you need to keep in mind."
"They can't…" Peter B tried to laugh Dr. Webb's seriousness off.
"Heart disease and diabetes isn't a joke," Dr. Webb spoke of them, "Start making healthier habits or you won't live long enough to walk her down the aisle."
Dr. Webb kept May from crying when he spoke about Peter B's health by taking her from Peter B and humming his mother's lullaby. Going on about how his father left him and his mother when he was barely a child due to a bad heart in his later years. The meds he had to take on top of his limited food he was allowed to eat kept him alive until he just couldn't go on.
"Treatment alone couldn't help him," Dr. Webb looked at May, "He didn't have any healthy cells for organs to be printed and heart for transplant couldn't be found in time. Mi mamá took his death the hardest since they have been together since forever. "
May happily fell asleep in Dr. Webb's arms while Peter B processed what was told to him when once his exam was done and he was allowed to leave. Back to her father she was passed to be placed in her carrier with little words being exchanged between them. While a quiet tension between the two started to form and stuck around. Way after Peter B left his exam room in quiet contemplation about what was said. Dr. Webb hoped he would change at least one of his bad habits.
8*8
Pulling out his old web shooters and fine tuning them since he hadn't used them in such a long time. He was lucky the custom battery he built and used as their power source hadn't shorted out. Just meant checking else over from shooting feature to storage system he uses for the silk mixture. Had him making a new batch for what he had in mind when LAYLA sent Miguel's workout schedule. Before moving on making sure of his attire he was going to appear before Miguel in.
Getting back using them during his routine, had him warning Peter B when he wanted to give him advice. Not that he tried to ignore his repeated presence when told he may be out of prof practice and aim to be off. Turned into a one sided argument, he won when he repeatedly caught May when she randomly dropped. Returning her to her father was easy since he was right there.
"Want to share?" Peter B dare ask.
"It's hard to explain," Dr. Webb shrugged, "Something my daughter brought up."
"I get you," Peter B drew attention to May, "As soon as she came along, I knew my days were going to change."
Dr. Webb then started to welcome Peter's company as he understood why Miguel tolerated him. He just had to get his daughter to watch May in order to cut back on distractions and give her something to do. Since he didn't want her to witness Miguel stressed or having an angry breakdown.
"Good luck with that plan of yours." Peter B winked at him.
"Thanks." Dr. Webb didn't understand.
He never understood what Peter B meant by good luck until one evening when he ended up almost falling from where he perched, when he saw the sight of a sweat soaked, robust form. Way Miguel's body tensed and then relaxed after he took hold of a grip bar. Corded muscles from curved pectorals to sloping abs rippled when he started to move. Only stitch of clothes worn was a pair of lift shorts with drawcord in blue and red coloring. Along these a basic footwear that was made up white socks and sneakers. That Miguel clearly wore as droplets of sweats just rolling down his exposed skin. Made revealing himself harder since he was starting to lose the nerve he thought he built up for this moment.
"Now or never." He whispered.
He took a cleansing breath before slowly lowering himself through a series of carefully placed leaps. He tried to not to slip when he was slowly losing focus at the sight of Miguel flexing as he moved. Getting into an upside down position when he ended up lowering himself on a rope.
"Long time," He agreed Miguel from where he hung, "No see."
"Marsh?" Miguel noticed him.
"Surprise." Marsh tried to let his anxiety show through.
Miguel could only smile at the stunt being pulled when he pulled away from the Multifunctional machine completely. Making his way toward Marsh when he flipped mid air. To end up landing on his feet when he disconnected himself from his webbing.
"You're always doing something new." Miguel likes this new discovery.
"Want me to stop?" Marsh asked him.
His answer came in the form of a lip lock he didn't see coming when Miguel was close enough to capture his lips. Titling his head just right to suck and nibble very slowly on Marsh's button lip. His fangs grazed wrinkled skin of the lips that held a slight wt was after being licked. Had Marsh trying to leverage his strength and height to put his own pleasure into the kiss. Not like objected when he felt one of Miguel's hands brushing one his cheeks to the bottom of his chin. Ended with Miguel pulling away just enough that he wrapped one of his arms around Marsh's waist.
"Can you stay the night?" Miguel requested, "Your presences at the moment is most welcomed."
"Missed me?" He asked.
He's answer came when Miguel drew him in close and wrapped his other arms around the small of his back. Slowly his fingers ran up dip of his back taking end of the shirt he wore with it to reveal skin. Instead Miguel found soft cotton sensation in the form of under armour under shirt. This made a single eye grow go up on Miguel when he further felt this when he moved his hand up.
"Miguel," Marsh felt that hand more further up, "Your not going to get far."
"I figured." He stopped.
"Break or going on?" Marsh asked.
Miguel withdrew his hand from where it currently rested to take hold of Marsh's hand and flip it. Showing his wrist where one of his web shooters rested for a better look at what was currently used. Storage system and battery feature were compacted beside the other mechanical parts.
"LAYLA?" Miguel asked.
"My own design," Marsh answered, "Even the recipe for silk is my own."
"Now I know where your daughter gets her technical skills from." Miguel was imoresed with the design.
"Zarina usual takes the credit for that." Marsh recalls.
"I think she takes after you more then her." Miguel wasn't Zarina.
He then lifted that hand to his lips to kiss the back of the web shooter and get a better look at it. Already growing interested in this design after seeing so many designs from the society's members.
"I many have the original prints somewhere," Marsh tried to think, "Going to have to ask Mi mamá for help."
"LAYLA can scan it and gif us a basic 3D model." Miguel informed him.
"Someone say my name?" LAYLA popped in.
"I want a 3D construct of this." Miguel held up Marsh's wrist.
This is where LAYLA ended up sharing what she already made in the for of her own 3D model for Miguel. Had her apologizing to Marsh for scanning his web shooter without permission without his knowledge. Is where she was forgiven and told to actually ask than go ahead and do it.