'Play to your strengths. If you aren't great at something, do more of what you're great at.'

-Jason Lemkin

Venom harvesting from the members of Spider Society was a surprise for Dr. Webb. Each one of their properties has a unique medical effect like his own venom. One had a droopy effect while others made you loopy or muscle relaxation to the extreme. Paralyzing effects had him putting some side to further work out or use as a tranquilizer or a sedative.

"What to do with you," He looked at the vial he extracted, "I should really have asked him about the spider DNA he was mixed with."

Down on the counter the sealed vial went for him to tend to himself. First was the bite on the junction of his neck and shoulder. He quickly took a syringe to extract before his immune system mended the bite. Second was his bitten up and exposed shoulder he was slowly treating. All from him confronting Miguel that morning with a surprise, decaffeinated coffee and his mother's pumpkin filled Empanadas. To only find the office area was in DND mode even to him when he arrived. Didn't stop him from going despite Peter's warning about Miguel being in rage mode. Risk he was willing to take with his shoulder and blood loss, paying the price.

"How are we doing?" Layla asked, deciding to check in.

"Not as bad as it was a few minutes ago." He knew she sent an alert to Miguel.

Most of the deepest parts had started to close up on their own before he started his own treatment. Between cleaning his dried blood and sterilizing the wound with limited reach. He couldn't stop flinching from pain alone when using his good arm. What greeted LAYLA when she found herself making out Miguel's teeth marks. Stopping her scan when she found Miguel standing close by just watching.

"Mi amor," Miguel 's voice starteld him, "Necesita una mano?"

"No te disculpes por lo que hiciste ya que me arriesgué a acercarme a ti." He warned him.

LAYLA allowed him into Dr. Webb's private area to help him treat his shoulder. Which he kissed from the back when he was close enough to the damage.

"Are you already healing?" Miguel was fascinated, "What can't you do?"

"You already know that." Dr. Webb smirked.

Quiet was fulfilled when Miguel helped Dr. Webb slowly patched up his shoulder and part of his neck. Learning that he had advanced regeneration was never new to Miguel. Just the limitations were a discovery in itself since Dr. Webb didn't even know.

"Thread and needle disinfected," LAYLA thought she would assist, "Who sewing up who?"

"I wouldn't ask anyone else." Dr. Webb looked at Miguel.

Tip of the needle being carefully pulled through cleaned skin was slow at the time. LAYLA didn't help when she chose to play Spanish guitar, romance songs as background music. Dimming the lights to sitting she would later label the romantic setting asked by Miguel.

"What is she doing?" Dr. Webb held still for Miguel.

"Trying to get us to make up," Miguel guessed, "Not really setting the mood."

That's when a holoscreen popped up and replayed the video of how Dr. Webb got hurt. She fact forward passed the scene where he put food aside and ignored the warnings. Stopped when he walked into the area in a cautious manner as taken in the scene. Oral injector he designed and LAYLA built was broken into pieces on the console. Agitated, Miguel hunched over with darkening eyes. Made approaching him and getting close easily when he saw swirling madness. Didn't stop him from giving words of support and assurance to him. Which he meant when shaky hands with release talons landed on his shoulder and slowly dragged across it. When the bite to his neck came when Miguel calmed down.

"LAYLA," Dr. Webb stopped Miguel, "DMD mode. Now."

"Right oh." She flickered out.

"Thank you." Miguel used one of his talons to cut the thread.

He was pulled away to look over the closed up marks on Dr. Webb's shoulder with a lingering hand. About to line up his fingers with the mended up damaged when realization hit. Was quickly dismissed when Dr. Webb took hold of that hand despite his pain. Shifting his attention to a set of eyes that hadn't changed at all. That still carried a strong determination and loving assurance from this morning.

"This will not scare me away," Dr. Webb 's words stood firm, "Te quiero mucho mi guapo. para bien o para mal."

"Mi amor," Miguel drew their joined hands to his chest, "Te quiero con todo mi ser."

Their foreheads met for a quiet minute as the outside world became lost between them as time slipped away.

8*8

On Earth-0xxx where one name in rockNroll ruled the soundwaves for more than 20- ish years. Rebellious vocals to belonging to daredevil stunts he pulled during his live concerts throughout the world. Jumping off highest point on in an stage during a main performance. Standing close to pyrotechnics just when they were about to face when he began a guitar solo. Barely dodging out of the way when lightning bursts from a power surge. Mixed with his outrageous behavior read through the news. Lighting a bed on fire after hosting an unofficial music award party on the entire floor of a hot. Riding horseback naked through a public park to get away from the cops. Making a scene in a British airport over a tarantula he brought illegally through TSA.

One of many stunts throughout his public face that made him a legend to generations of youths. Not like many knew about his MANY lovers that span the spectrum. Some were one night stands or barely a summer romance in his touring timeline. Flings and sex friends only got used when he needed inspiration for an album. Were nothing compared to what he kept hidden away from cameras and fans. A private life with a daughter born from an actual relationship he had in his teens. To an penthouse apartment filed under his actual name then one he used when performing. Nothing compared to one thing he couldn't get to notice him.

"I should have sedated you," A feathery tone with a monotone sound had someone smiling like a goof, "There."

Gloves hands that got done placing a new row of stitches on this person pulled away completely. Scissors were used to cut the tied off thread as the needle was dropped. Ping sounds of tools dropping into the sterile solution nearby. Followed by the rustling of clothing being adjusted.

"Marah. Just say yes," Rich and baritone voice pleads, "You. Me. An isolated cottage in the wilderness of Ireland. One whole month. Come on?"

"Layla," Questions were aimed at third parties, "How many girls has Mr. O'Hara said that too?"

"A heiress, daughter of a diplomat, social media influencer, and handful of models." An answer.

Word traitor was slapped on the human version of LAYLA dressed in white with wide rim glasses. Not like she cared since this recent emotional phrase Miguel was going through. Would just turn into another chart topping album with a world tour to boot. Attend a few interviews on late night and morning talk shows about his new love. That fans would soak up while wanting to know who this mysterious face was.

"Can I walk you out?" Miguel insisted.

"Meeting family," This person removed his gloves, "I would rather not put up with your famous jealousy and rage."

"I've improved with my court appointed therapist's help," Miguel pointed out, "Haven't had an outburst for the whole year. So how about it?"

Seeings video clips about cafes and tea joints being trashed by Miguel after a public breakup, or he caught them cheating on him. It was a messy business for him and his legal team that worked for him. Splashed all over the gossip pages of new prints and tabloids with photos. as he appeared in court just days later for inflicted damage he did. When the same judge he saw more than three times suggested he see a therapist's therapist. He was making quite some progress after a few breakthroughs.

"You're not going to turn this into another album?" This person asked, "Not that I'm flattered your love letter was so public."

"I met every word in those songs," Miguel reached out to take a ungloved hand, "You're the end of my red string."

Bringing up an album that spoke about how famous O'Hara found love with man in white. Single photo used for the cover was a detailed black- n- white, artistic nude, self portrait of O'Hara. Held the first ever guitar he owned in front of him as he posed. Showing an open vulnerability that was found throughout his facial expression and body language. Alongside the title the album was given could be translated to Exposed Heart. It spun around MANY songs about being awoken to love. Had fans making joint theories that this wasn't about O'Hara relationship to the biological mother of his only daughter, but a medical trained professional. They have been trying to figure out who since O'Hara's behavior been calm.

"I am willing to serenade," Miguel loosely gripped his hand, "Even been working on a new song or two."

"Meaning… you want to meet this family of mine?" This person asked.

"You met all of mine," He replied recalling that day, "That was a memorable day."

The day Marah met Miguel was backstage in the green room after one of his concerts came to an end. Miguel had a nasty series of injuries throughout his body and head gash. All from being unburied from sound equipment and amps that fell on top of him. His brother aided Marah in treating him while his daughter watched Marah work on him. Layla was the one that called Marah and agreed to pay his fees for him to show.

"You know," He didn't know how to explain, "When those science fiction and fantasy tv shows about alternative realities. Paid you fees and royalties to use your songs for their episodes?"

"I like where this is going." Miguel smirks.

8*8

Miguel was surprised with a hardcover book called Chicken Soup the Man's Soul: tough stuff edition. Came with a bow on the cover and sat beside a 8- legged, orange- n- gray fur, rounded rear end, kitten. Who happily mewed when he lifted up the book to find a handwritten note. One saying to enjoy reading with hope brings some closure.

"What do you think?" Miguel asked the kitten.

What he got was his head butted by the ball of soft fur when he picked up the book to look over. Already planning to start reading the gift from Marsh next time he got the chance. To only have a guitar rift be played so loudly the tiny kitten went running away. This bothered Migeul to the point of investigating the source of that noise.

"Sorry," LAYLA popped in, "Forgot to re- adjust the volume setting last night Gabreilla was here."

"Care to share where THAT was from?" Miguel asked, rather annoyed .

"A reality where you're known as the king of punk rock," She pulled up a screen, "Gabriella likes using his songs as intro music for her robot."

Watching images of himself performing on holoscreen was odd. Spiked jewelry and ripped clothing were hard to see past in the first few seconds. Leather style jacket with buckles and chrome studs was a tab much. His vocals and guitar solos alone showed talent he had dropped in the bucket.

"Would you turn that off," Miguel couldn't take another minute, "My head."

As he sought out a way to rid himself of his headache when he had LAYLA dim the light. He pulled out his glasses to end up losing himself in the first few chapters of the book. Losing himself to the words that formed poems and personal stories. Had him put the book down a few times to think out what he read before bookmarking. Since in his lounge Gabreilla ran with a new spider boy in one arm. Crate full of parts and metallic paint canisters while she spoke a word a minute.

"I witnessed your taste in music," Miguel surprised her, "Your papi know?"

"Papi met the guy during a displaced villain retrieval," She recalled, "Along with his version in that reality. Who is a medically trained doctor that does piercings and tattoos."

"Are they?" Miguel asked.

"More of a one sided client relationship," Gabreilla recalled, "That version of my dad was privately hired to treat that version of you. While stitching him up where he insisted on being given a thorough examination. Which got him turned down and told he was barking up the wrong tree."

Miguel smirked at trying to figure out what that version of Dr. Webb was like to not be charmed by a rockstar. His answer came in the form of LAYLA without verbalizing his request. She whistled at the images presented of a Dr. Webb with punk rock accessories. Single ear cuff or streak of color didn't change the appearance Miguel knew. Who seemed to have a traditional looking doctor's bag within his possession.

"About to cheat on my dad?" Gabreilla ended up asking.

"More like interested." Miguel dismissed the images.

"I smell a threesome." LAYLA wiggled her eyebrows.

Gabreilla blinked a few times when she heard LAYLA say that when she was able to put down her crate. She carried he bot over with her to Miguel on his couch out of shock. When she placed her bot on the coffee table, LAYLA's attention shifted.

"What do we have here?" LAYLA asked as she scanned the bot.

Metallic spider looking robot from 8 legs to the protruding fangs had her liking this newest design. Just the color hadn't been decided since Gabreilla was struggling with that one.