Coffee and Breakfast
A/N: Some good Miguel O'hara x Walker [Our Spider-man oc] fluff cause we're rping and it got the brain going
|Warnings|
Some Foul Language
The bed is empty when Miguel wakes up.
Walker doesn't get up before him that often, unless he was forced to, so Miguel is immediately on the alert, even if he's just woken up.
Crossing carefully and quietly through the hallway, Miguel picks up on noises from the kitchen. He wonders if he actually had a spidery sense, would it be going off right now?
He was does relax some when he sees what, or who's making all that noise.
It's just Walker, moving about the kitchen, between the fridge, and coffee maker, the cupboard, and the microwave. He's sticking a plate in the microwave after taking one out.
Miguel clears his throat.
Walker almost drops the plate.
"Jesus Christ!" he hisses when he turns around to see it's Miguel standing there, "God, fuck you, I'm gonna put a bell on you, you rat."
"Why are you always so mean?"
"You scared the shit out of me!"
"Surprised your spidey sense didn't go off the moment I step in here."
"You're hardly a threat, so obviously not. Sit down, I'm almost done heating up breakfast. Which you really don't deserve after scaring me like that, should let you starve."
"You like me too much to let me starve."
"Like your ass and that's about it, could care less about the rest of you. Don't think so highly of yourself, my dear Miguel."
Miguel goes to take a seat while Walker sets the plate he took out of the microwave down in front of him, "Careful it's hot. I'm not taking you to the nearest hospital if you burn your taste buds off."
Miguel mutters something Walker doesn't understand, the man saying, "Yeah yeah, whatever," as he turns away to get his own plate out of the microwave, setting it in his place before turning back to the kitchen one more time for the coffee.
"So, did you, cook?"
"You know I don't know how to cook well. Just swung over to a place and ordered food, and heated it cause it got cold on the way back."
"So I'm not going to die of food poisoning, good to know."
"I will stick you to the ceiling like a rejected gecko, just try me, Miguel," Walker says in warning, as he poured them coffee, bringing both mugs to the table.
"So sensitive," Miguel hums teasingly.
"I will throw this coffee at you."
"So mean~"
"Just eat your breakfast," Walker says, flicking Miguel in the side of the head before he heads back to his seat.
