"You don't have food in your house," Peter complained over the phone to Miguel.

Miguel was in the midst of a fight with the current baddie, "I'm home every blue moon, food tends to spoil when left alone for long periods of time." he dodged a lamppost, "I have canned goods and stuff in the pantry."

"Well, when you're done playing can you bring a small carton of eggs or something?"

"Do you want to go to HQ for a meal?" he teased Parker.

"I don't know, do you want to sit while you eat, or do you prefer to stand?"

Mig grunted, jumping away, "Ok, I'll get some groceries or something. Anything else?"

"Yes, I need you to transfer money to my account," Peter sobbed.

"Yea, sure. I'll look into how to do it right away. I need to go. Electro really wants all of my attention!"

"And don't forget the powder for your tush."

Miguel blushed under his mask. As he prepared to speak, voltage ran through his body.

"Ugh…I'll grab it. I gotta go."

"Need any help?"

"Good bye, Peter," he ended the call, "Alright, that hurt," he bared his teeth, running at the Electro.

X

"Alright, got that all set up," Pete inhaled Miguel's shower gels, "I'm stealing one of these."

He checked the time next, almost the two hour mark. If he went past it by more than ten minutes Pete would assume he needed help and go find him.

It hit the fifteen minutes past two hours and Peter was suiting up to go find Miguel when the door opened.

A tired Miguelito walked in with a bag, "I'm back," he sighed, "I just picked something up."

"Ah, ok. Well good. How was your fight?"

A thumbs up as he set the bag on the counter, "I'm going to take a shower."

Pete cut in front of him, taking his hand, "Good plan. I got your jammies laid out and the bathroom set up. I was just waiting for you so I can run the water."

"Please tell me Jess didn't say I couldn't care for myself."

"No, she never said that," Pete poured shower gel in the tub as the water ran.

"So… why are you running me a bath?"

"Because I have been entrusted with your care," he smiled triumphantly, "And I take that job very seriously. Now, you can't bath with clothes on."

"I can do it myself," he muttered, removing his shirt and socks. He paused when he was about to unzip his pants, "Jess isn't here, you don't have to."

"As much as I fear a brutal mauling from a mama bear, she isn't the only reason I'm doing this. I'm doing this because I think it will genuinely help," Peter pat his friend's back, "Now, no false modesty," he yanked Miguel's pants.

2099 panicked, trying to cover the cute sheep decorating this stupid thing Lyla picked out.

"Dude, this is soaked," Peter lifted the swollen front of the diaper, "How long have you been in it?"

"I just got electrocuted," he muttered, eyes tightly shut.

"You need to change more often or you're gonna leak," he unsnapped the sides, oblivious to Miguel's embarrassment, "You wet this once?! You have got to stop holding it for so long!"

Mig groaned, climbing into his tub. He didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Nice and warm, right?" Peter was still in awe of how heavy the diaper was from one use. Either way, he took Miguel's stuff to the laundry room, "I'm going to let you soak, I'll be right back."

2099 mumbled a response, allowing the lower half of his face to slide under the water's surface.

"Alright," ten minutes had passed, "Now let's get you clean. You look like you're already ready for bed. So that saves me time trying to wear you down."

A red eyed glare responded.

"I don't know how you push yourself to never be here," Peter started scrubbing his arm, "I'm not sure I'd be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if I had it like this."

Miguel shrugged, "They are nice things, duh. But there is still work to be done."

"Yeah, but still!" Pete went on and on, gushing about how much he had seen as he explored while Miguel was fighting.

"Alright," Pete rinsed all the soap from his friend, "Lets get you out and dressed so you can eat. To your room!"

X

"Stop swinging that thing around before you put my eye out!"

"Whatever you're putting on me is freezing!" Mig pushed at him with his foot.

"Its rash cream!" Pete pushed his leg down, "Chill out! That thing is a lethal!"

2099 planned to say something, but Lyla's cackling made him laugh.

Using their laughter as a distraction he quickly finished applying cream and snapped the sides shut. Good thing he always carried changing supplies with him just in case.

"Alright, weapon concealed," he sighed, "You're as bad as May."

"And you're not as good as Jess," Miguel pulled his pants up.

"Yea, moms are kinda natural at that thing," he washed his hands, "Ok. Food. Food is required."

Lyla floated near to Miguel's head, "You seemed to get use to this treatment pretty quickly. Is there something you want to tell me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered.

"Riiiiight."

"Jess had a point when she said it's more convenient when out doing my job," he stood, going to follow Peter to get his food.

"Of course. Super convenient when doing your job. Hence why you're just casually wearing it now. Yep, I believe that."

X

Miguel raised a brow at his friend. Peter was sitting at on his nightstand reading a book

"Such a table full of goodies as Mr. Bear spread for them—pies and cake and puddings and ice cream and plenty of fried chicken and roast duck," he read, "Doesn't that sound good?"

"What?"

"Close your eyes, you had a four hour nap after almost 24 hours of being awake. Now hush and enjoy Mr. Bear's farewell party."

"Did you bring that to the hospital with you, or go to your house to get it?"

"I said close your eyes. Or do you need some warm milk?"

Mig shrugged, "I do like milk."

Pete scanned over his giant frame, "Yea…I can tell. Fine. I'm getting your milk, then you will go to bed," he stood, taking the trip back to the kitchen.

He returned shortly after, "very funny. You know there's nothing but water in your fridge," he grabbed the book.