#peter parker x black cat!reader

[thealtoduck]

THINK LATER

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, bottom!Reader, top!Peter, rooftop sex, masks stay ON, enemies with benefits (kinda), unprotected sex, spit as lube, riding, doggy style, fingering…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: Peter feels conflicted about your friends with benefits relationship and vents his frustration to the Black Cat…

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Peter’s pov

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Peter knew that you two weren’t exclusive.

But hearing Y/n had hooked up with his neighbour still stung his heart. He considered if he had started to catch feelings for him… but decided he didn’t want to get into all that and feel even worse.

He needed a distraction.

He layed sprawled out on his bed thinking when it hit him. Duh, he was Spider-Man, what better distraction was there?… He got of his bed, changed into the red and blue suit, opened the window and climbed out.

Luck seemed to be on everybody’s side but his that night… for once Queens was just a boring place where nothing happened, no one needing his help in the slightest. So as he swung around Y/n still lingered in his mind.

Eventually he gave up, swinging to the top of a building he sat down on the edge looking out over the city. Maybe he had caught feelings for Y/n, he thought to himself as he watched the city streets below.

Suddenly his Spider-sense tingled making him swiftly turn. Only to be met with a familiar face… or rather mask.

”Hey Spider” the Black Cat said in his usual purring voice.

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Your pov

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Spider-Man just seemed to examine you, noticing you didn’t have any stolen goods on you. So he just remained seated on the building edge and said tiredly ”Not now, Cat, I’m not in the mood”.

This was the first time he ever seemed indifferent to you. You HATED the feeling.

”What’s got you all moody?” you questioned. Spider-Man turned to you confused. ”Why would I talk about my feelings with you?” he questioned suspiciously. ”Crazy concept, right?” you teased and balanced playfully on the edge of the building.

Spider-Man let out a deep breath and thought, what’s the worst that could happen.

”So there’s this guy, that I’m kinda… messing around with-” Spider-Man started.

”What?” you cut in. He just looked at you for a couple seconds before you said ”Sorry, go on”.

”…And he slept with this other guy and it made me realise that I kind of want us to be exclusive but I don’t know if he wants that too” He finshed explaining. You stood and looked at the spandex clad hero and what he had told you bothered you…

Some little boytoy was bothering him to the point of keeping YOU from being chased by your favourite Spider, keeping him from doing his job of chasing YOU a WANTED thief. You didn’t know why but the idea that someone else had their claws dug in to him like this bothered you.

The thought that he had a life outside of the mask that didn’t involve you at all…

Jealousy flared up inside you like a flash fire.

”Oh, come ON” you said loudly. ”You are Spider-Man, you’re really gonna let him walk all over your feelings like that? You know what you need? You need to show him that you that you’re not just gonna wait for him” you told him.

Spider-Man just looked at you and then questioned ”How do I do that?”.

”Jesus, Spider take of the damn purity ring! Do I need to spell it out for you?” you said and he understood what you were getting at.

You got off the edge of the building and made your way behind where he sat. You pulled the zipper to your suit all the way down. You pulled of the form fitting black suit of your body down to your hips showing off your upper body.

”I still don’t kno-…” he said turning but stopping mid-sentence as he saw your bare upper body. ”Liking the view?” you teased. Spider-Man got up and walked over to you ”Cat, come on”

You poked a finger on his upper chest ”You need to show him that you’re good without him”

”He can’t see us”

”Then show yourself that you don’t need him”

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Peter’s pov

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The sight was mouth watering to Peter, usually criminals weren’t his type but Black Cat just had a hold of him. Maybe there was a reason he hadn’t managed to catch him yet, maybe he wouldn’t let himself. He had started liking the chase.

Peter tried to think of Y/n but was like hypnotized seeing Black Cat’s upper body. Peter slowly reached for him, touching the soft skin of his stomach with his gloved hands. He let his hans wander Black Cat’s body.

”Liking it?” Cat asked.

”Yeah” Peter mumbled completely transfixed.

Black Cat leaned in and placed a kiss on Peter’s mask covered lips. ”Wanna lift this for me?” he asked and Peter let go of Cat’s body and lifted his mask slightly revealing his lips. Soon Black Cat’s lips crashed against his as their arms wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace.

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Your pov

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You ended up laying on your back against the cold rooftop, Spider-Man who was on top of you pressed a button on his suit making it turn loose around his body. He pushed it of his body revealing his own muscular chest to you.

”Not bad Spider” you complimented.

The two of you continued to make out and Spider-Man pulled your suit further down revealing your tight white underwear. He threw your Black Cat suit aside and looked at your stripped down self. It almost felt familiar to him.

You slowly pulled your underwear down while looking Spider-Man in the eyes. ”So, how do you want to do this?” you purred curiously. ”Why don’t you start preparing yourself and give me a show?” he recommended.

You did as told, spreading your legs and started playing with your hole, fingering yourself as Spider-Man watched. He had let his own suit fall down to his ankles sat down on his kness infront of you. He palmed his erection through his boxers as he watched you stretch yourself open.

Spider-Man then pulled down his boxers slightly, letting his erect cock feel the night air. He jerked himself off as he saw you add another finger inside yourself. He then crawled closer to you, soon you were making out again with him on top of you, your naked bodies grinding together.

You then suprised him by rolling the two of you over so that you were on top of him, you pinned his hands over his head and whispered ”You ready?”. ”Yeah” Spider-Man answerd eagerly. You spit in your hand and rubbed it on his length.

You then lined up his cock with your enterance and sunk down on it. You supported yourself with your hands on Spider-Man’s pecs as you felt him fill you up with his cock. You let out a soft moan and said ”You’re cock is quite impressive, Spider”.

Once all of him was inside you, you rested for a moment, letting him fully stretch you out. Spider-Man let out soft gasps, from feeling his cock clenched in your tight heat.

Soon you started moving slowly up and down on his cock, Spider-Man let out a satisfied groan which made you smirk knowing you could give him that pleasure. You took Spider-Man’s hands and moved them to the globes of your ass letting him touch them.

He grabbed your ass tightly helping you roll your hips on his thick length. ”Fuck Cat- so fucking good” Spider-Man said through groans, his mouth hanging open.

You sped up the pace as you bounced up and down on his cock, feeling it deep inside you. You both let out heavy moans, the people down on the street might even hear what’s going on up on that rooftop.

”Can I- Can I-” Spider-Man tried but was unable to get out, so you slowed down the pace. ”Can you, what? Handsome” you said putting a hand under his chin. ”Can I fuck you from behind?” He asked in a polite yet needy tone.

”It’d be my pleasure” you said repositioning yourself so you were on all fours. Spider-Man positioned himself behind you. He re-insterted himself into your ass and put his hands on your hips, he then started thrusting himself into you, the sound of skin slapping together filling the rooftop.

”Fuck Spider- Y-you don’t go easy” you said feeling his cock plowing you.

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Peter pov

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Peter enjoyed the view, Black Cat had the most perfect ass and the thought of stuffing it full of cum made it even better. Peter’s cock was kneaded perfectly inside your heat.

He sped up his thrusts, wanting to fuck the orgasms out of the both of you. The whines Black Cat made beneath him implied to Peter he was getting close.

Through heavy panting Black Cat managed to get out a ”I’m gonna- c-cum”, Peter made sure to fuck deep into him as he let out a big groan. Peter assumed Black Cat had just shot his load on the rooftop floor.

Peter then felt his own orgasm approaching and asked ”Can I cum inside you?”. Black Cat said softly ”As much as you want”. Peter then animalistically thrusted into him, losing a proper rhythm.

And with a powerful last thrust with his cock stuffed deep inside Black Cat, Peter felt his seed spurt inside the the man beneath him. Peter panted heavily feeling completely drained.

Peter pulled out seeing his cum leak out of the other man’s ass and down his legs. The two then layed down on their backs next to each other, both exhausted and looking up at the stars.

”Feeling better?” Black Cat asked.

”Yeah” Peter said, his stress about Y/n having vanished for now.

After a while Peter stood up and offered Black Cat a hand but he remained laying on his back.

”You know, I’ll think I’ll rest here for a bit longer… Jesus, Spider, I didn’t know you were THAT big” Black Cat stated, touching his streched out cum stained ass. Peter let out a small laugh, he went and got himself dressed up in his costume and also brought Black Cat his suit and underwear.

”You know I should really use this opportunity to arrest you, I’ve never seen you so tired” Peter joked.

”Wow and after all I’ve done for you tonight Spider, that’s rude” he said back. Peter then bid Black Cat farewell and jumped from the building, swinging himself home.

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As Peter layed down in bed again, his mind was fully focused on Black Cat, his body, his ass, his everything. Peter felt himself growing hard again just thinking about him, he slipped a hand in his boxers and down to his cock and started rubbing it, and he spent the rest of the night fantasizing about the Black Cat.

[kissingchamber]

clever cat

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: you and spiderman keep flirting with each other, so you decide— on a whim!— to do something about it

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): MCU!Peter Parker x Black Cat!male reader

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): thievery, kinda open ending (it's happy though!!)

𝜗𝜚 notes: English is not my first language!!! written for this request! Hope you like this anon :3

It started out as something to cure your boredom, keep you busy— and by it you mean the whole running around in spandex stealing things, of course— but now, now you do it to get the attention of the cute spider themed hero.

You had just finished robbing a high-end jewelry store when he showed up. Right when you thought he would.

"Did no one ever teach you it isn't nice to steal, kitty?" Spider-Man's voice sounds from behind you, slightly muffled by the fabric of his mask.

You two have been doing this for a little while now, throwing witty words at each other, bantering, borderline flirting, while he tries to stop you, with little to no success— sometimes you begin to think he's letting you go on purpose.

"If they did, I wasn't listening." You smirk, fangs flashing in the city's neverending lights. Before he can respond you're jumping onto another rooftop, starting the cat and mouse chase you two often find yourselves in.

He swings after you. And catches up quickly, too. He knows you and your schemes quite well by now. "C'mon, kitty cat, you can't run from me all night."

"I will if I have to!" You chuckle and duck as he shoots a web at you. The chase continues on and on, like it always does, with witty remarks being uttered into the night.

Then, Spider-Man's almost above you, so close to catching you. "Y'know, with how many times I find you on my tail, I'm starting to think you have a crush on me or something." You boldly tease him, half to throw him off, and half because you wish he had a crush on you.

He gets flustered, like he always does, and misses on his next swing, falling to the rooftop and landing behind you. "What? I do not!" It doesn't sound very convincing, though, not to you anyway.

"Oh Spidey, just admit it, you like this little thing of ours." There it is again. The flirting. You can't help it! It just feels so right. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him.

You don't know when or how, but you end up with his face inches from yours, his mask rolled up just above his nose. You know you're talking and that he's talking, you're talking to each other— but all you can focus on are his lips, and he doesn't seem much better either.

The gap between the two of you slowly closes and your lips meet and it's exhilarating, you almost can't believe it. But before you know it, both of you are pulling away, flustered.

"I— uh, gotta go, bye Spidey!" You hurry to say, dropping the bag of stolen jewels on to the ground next to him and turning around to leave.

"Wuh— wait! Kitty don't go!" He yells after you, "at least tell me your name before you go, please?" You have to pause for a moment at the softness in his pleading voice. Should you? You decide to just, fuck it. You whisper your name, so quiet you'd think no one heard it, but from the way his face lights up you can tell he heard you loud and clear.

You disappear into the night like you always do, leaving Spider-Man to stand there, on the roof top, a blush painting his cheeks red and a silly grin tugging the corners of his lips up.

𝜗𝜚 note: thank you for reading! reblogs r appreciated!!

[mikyapixie]

With great Quirks comes great responsibility!!!

Marvel celebrated Kohei Horikoshi's last volume of My Hero Academia with an art exchange between the iconic Manga creator & some of Marvel's greatest talents: humberto ramos & delgaduck!!!

They did my girl Miroko so wrong!!!😩😫😩

[fairlyang]

Trouble🕸️

w/c: 4.9K

pairing: insomniac!peterparker x blackcat!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing, catching up, seducing, getting him to fold, cheating (do not do this ever), blowjob, praise, fingers you, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: fuck cheating and cheaters! all i’ve thought abt since i played both games is how badly i would’ve folded for felicia so this came to be! i don’t condone cheating!

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you had just gotten back from Paris, after months of escaping from some bad guys and long fights to save your girlfriend, it turns out it was too much for her and she wanted out so you were moving all over the place, not sure where to stick around until you made your way back to New York.

it only took an hour after your arrival until you coincidentally stumbled upon one of your “foes” at one of your old hideouts.

“look what the cat dragged in..” an all too familiar voice says making you turn around to see a figure coming out of the darkness.

“spider, didn’t expect to find you here.” you reply, quickly giving him a look up and down before he responds, “ditto.”

“so how'd you know i was back?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

“word gets around quick.” he says and you just hum.

“you sure you’re not stalking me?” you tease making him scoff, “now why would i do that?” he folds his arms against his chest earning himself a wide grin.

“because you’ve done it before.” you mumble trying to stifle a laugh back.

“well that was in the past…” he says and shakes his head.

“oh i’m sure.” you tease and looking him up and down again.

there was no exact rule to how long you should wait after a breakup before moving on, and lord knows you’re not one to mope around. "so are you still with red, spider?" you asked and walked closer to him, but not too close.

"red?” he mumbled confused before the realization hit, “oh! uh yeah, recently engaged actually." he answered nervously, watching you carefully.

"how about your girlfriend?" he asked and you rolled your eyes, "apparently saving a girl from bad guys because you care isn't enough. she dumped me."

"bad luck?" he says jokingly making you chuckle, "yeah i'll give you that."

"so what brings you back to New York?" he asks, wanting to get this over with because he didn't want to get in trouble.

if anything he wanted to stop any trouble you may cause.

"was going to collect my things and find somewhere else to go but maybe i'll stick around a bit longer…” you say and walk around him, bringing a hand to his bicep.

“you look good..” you compliment, looking down at the muscle before looking back up at his mask, “been working out?”

“maybe but that’s besides the point, thought you didn’t like staying at one place for too long.” he answers and you shrug.

“what you don’t want me to stay? no welcome home party for an old friend?” you say with a little pout, hoping your old tricks could still work on him, like they usually do.

“old friend huh? more like trouble.” he retorts and you quickly respond back, “hmm trouble for you? or for your little girlfriend?”

“fiancé.” he corrected and you just hummed.

“or maybe for our mutual enemies?” you guess and let go of his bicep.

“your presence alone will make them come after you, that’s a dangerous game.” he warns, making you chuckle.

you walk behind him, leaning up to his ear and murmur, “aw but i like to play.”

“you always did… i don’t have time for that anymore.” he says and turns around to look at you.

“mm then tell me why you’re here again?” you ask and raise an eyebrow.

he stood still, absolutely speechless because he was confused about that himself too. he gulped and tried to think of something to say, anything that could get you off his back but he was taking too long.

“so you’re not here to welcome me back, hell i haven’t even thought about hitting a museum yet but you’re here,” you say, somewhat complaining since you’ve been good so far — for now that is.

you took a step closer to him, looking up at him through batted eyelashes just to tease him, “now tell me spider, why are you here?”

he takes a deep breath and before he could speak, you bring a finger up to his lips, “let me guess… you were worried… i was immediately going to rob a bank!”

his mask contorted with his facial expressions, something you deep down missed causing. his hand softly grabs yours and brings it down, “no.”

“then?” you asked and he sighed.

“i still care about you-“ he starts and you quickly cut him off, “great start.”

he ignored you and continued on, “I still care about you, and our last call didn’t go the way i wanted. i haven’t heard from you in months and i wanted to make sure you were okay. thought you were dead… again.”

you chuckle and nod, “well as you can see i’m still alive. i’ve still got all nine lives left.”

he chuckles and then lets out a sigh, “im glad to see it.”

“so…” you start and place a hand on to his shoulder, “you still care about me huh, spider?”

he’s about to start a sentence but ends up stuttering with his words and not able to let out a single coherent thought as you trace his muscles with the tip of a finger. “hm i missed you too, glad we’re back together again.”

“not like that..” he mutters making you pout again, “shame.”

he gulps and looks into your eyes because if he looks elsewhere he’s not so sure he could stay focused.

your finger went down, tracing over his collarbone gently while he took deep breaths. “does red know?” you murmur and start tracing down even lower until you could feel his abs through his suit.

“what would she think about the fact that you still care about your ex?” you tease and he shakes his head.

“no she doesn’t know- well she might- no- i- it’s not like i tell her these things.” he admits and you just nod.

“that’s surprising, i thought you believed in being honest. honesty is the best policy and whatnot.” you whisper, leaning up to make him even more nervous.

“well some things are better left unsaid...” he says making you grin, “like how much you missed me?”

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he mutters and rolls his eyes.

you then wrap both arms around his neck and pull him as close to you as possible, making him grab your waist, attempting to pull you away. “stop-“

“do you really want me to? you’re strong and could have taken me down if you wanted by now.” you retort and he stops.

“cat got your tongue?” you purr and he shakes his head.

you pull one hand away, lowering it to his neck and bring it to the ends of his mask, slowly pulling it up. you bring it over his lips and stop right below his nose, “so what’s the real reason you’re here? one final fling before you settle down?”

“i- what?! no-! listen we’ve gotta stop-“ he stammers and you lean in, lightly breathing against his lips.

you could feel his heart beat fast and it just felt so nice being like this with him again. it had been too long and you weren’t one to admit when you missed him of all people but now it felt right.

“you know i don’t kiss and tell..” you whisper and he bites his lip.

“i shouldn’t..” he mumbles, making you hum.

“but you want to..” you whisper, leaning in until you’re just millimeters away from his lips and right when they’re about to touch, you pull back.

he leaned in right at that moment, caught red handed as his bottom lip twitched. “you just have to admit it.”

he stays silent for a few seconds, really contemplating what he should do because he really did love MJ, but he had to be real to himself and it was quite obvious to anyone with eyes how strong your hold on him was so he nods, “you know me too well..”

“we were together for a while.” you say, earning yourself a chuckle.

“so just like old times..” he whispered and you slowly leaned in again.

“quiet as a cat.” he murmured and you whispered back, “sneaky as a spider.”

he closed the gap between you two and slammed his lips onto yours, his hands around your waist pulling you as close to him as possible. you kissed back and held onto his jaw with one hand while the other went around his neck.

the kiss quickly become hot and heavy, with him sticking his tongue into your mouth while you let him. his hands snaked down and he groped your ass making you moan against his mouth. he let out a groan and continued squeezing, even giving it a smack to hear you again.

you moaned in his mouth again and it sent heat straight down into his lower half. he couldn’t help any of this, you were like a drug and at times like this, he couldn’t help but become addicted, or just maybe his previous addiction with you never left.

you pulled away but quickly went down to kiss his neck, and licking up until you got to his ear before nibbling on it, “does red know you like this?”

“no-” he moaned and a hand came up to grip your ponytail.

“settling down with someone who doesn’t even know what you like? no wonder you got here so quick.” you murmur into his ear and bring a hand down his body, hovering over his bulge.

he let out a groan and his body twitched, already needing to feel your touch on him. “slow down there, we can take our time…”

“or are you in a hurry?” you purr making his eyes roll back.

“might be in a bit of a hurry.” he mutters and you pull away to look at him.

“is she waiting for you?” you ask, letting out a small chuckle while his cheeks turn red.

“don’t even remind me.” he mumbles and you just nod.

“say less then… ill be quick and i’ll take such good care of you, you’ll forget all about her.” you whisper and slowly bring yourself to your knees.

“don’t say that-“ he mutters as he takes his mask off, his face a light shade of red.

you only shrugged and kneeled in front of him while you bare your claws out and trace along his bulge, “why not? clearly a part of you likes it.”

“fuck- you look so good down there.” he murmurs making you grin.

“think so? did you miss this view baby?” you hum and he just nods.

“lord knows i did.” you whisper and bring your face close to his crotch.

“what compares to getting back with an ex for one final night..” you mutter and hold the fabric of his suit out with one hand and with the second make a small tear, “wait-“ he says panicked but you just shush him.

“i’ve got something for you don’t worry about it.” you wave him off and he just curses under his breath.

you cut just around where you needed and let the access fabric fall to the ground as you took hold of his hard cock, “still going commando after all these years huh?” you teased while he smirked.

“it’s more convenient.” he says making you chuckle.

“and easier access..” you murmur and slowly stroked him, “so is this all for me spider?” you ask, looking at him through your eyelashes as he just nodded — his own eyes nearly falling out of their sockets.

he didn’t think that since getting back with MJ he’d ever get to see this view again, but here he was. he was technically doing a bad thing, something he rarely did but he didn’t even care. he earned a good fuck especially after the rough day he had.

“all for you baby.” he murmurs, making you squeeze your thighs together.

“so kind of you to give me a welcome back present afterall.” you tease and kiss the tip.

“missed this cock.” you mutter and lick off his precum before spitting on the tip and letting it drip down before you start to stroke him.

he lets out a sigh and gently grabs on to your ponytail again. “missed your mouth.”

“fuck.. you really know how to talk to a girl.” you murmur and stroke him faster.

“was one of the things you liked right?” he asked and you nodded.

“was the only time your jokes weren’t heard.” you teased making him laugh and shake his head.

“but don’t get me wrong, i still missed those too.” you admitted before taking him in your mouth.

“don’t threaten me with a good time.” he jokes making you roll your eyes.

some things never change.

some things.

you held onto his shaft as you moved your head to try to take more of him but given it’s been a while, you pull away. you let your saliva drip all the way down before stroking him and sliding him into your mouth again.

you slowly take more of him, just to tease him before he decides he had enough teasing and thrusted into you until you could feel his trimmed hairs tickling your nose.

“that’s it baby, fuck just like that.” he moans and pulls on your ponytail.

you look up at him and maintain eye contact as he slowly starts to fuck your mouth, just so you could get use to it for a few seconds. when he sees no hesitation from you and you start taking it well, he starts going faster.

you closer your eyes and happily let him fuck your face as his moans started pouring out like a prayer. “oh my fucking god yes-“

you feel your face warm up, the sounds of his praise always does something to you. it was crazy how after years of not being together, you both always knew and understood each others needs.

he liked receiving and giving head but in return you needed to have praise. it was a non negotiable from the start and it was nice that he never forgot about it as if that agreement was still in his brain.

“doing such a good job baby- always taking my cock like a good girl.” he murmurs sending a shiver down your spine.

his thrusts were now deep, tad bit slower but not by too much because he was trying to feel all the pleasure before he got to fuck you. he had a feeling he’d have a hard time stopping and an even harder time wanting to go home after this.

but for now he focused on how amazing your throat feels. it only made him realize that MJ was not really able to get properly face fucked which was a bummer because he loved it.

back when you were together and you were in your early twenties with loads of energy, you’d go hours going at it. different positions in different locations just because you could.

now it was a different story, different relationship too so of course it wouldn’t be the same.

you squeezed your thighs together to have some sort of friction because you were just so turned on. after all those years broken up there was never an ounce of hope that you’d ever be like this with him again. though you always knew you could have him at the palm of your hand at any given moment, but there was never a good time.

until now, that is.

his hips were moving and back and forthorth while your hands rested on your lap, desperately wanting to go between your legs but you had some self control. he tugged on just your ponytail alone for you to move your head at the same time as his thrusts. he’d hold your head as deep as he could for a few seconds before he let you go and you pulled back and were able to take a few breaths. 

“come here.” he hums and helps you stand up. 

“we’re not ripping my suit unfortunately.” you say as you went up to face him. 

he gives you a sheepish smile and shakes his head, “but it was okay to rip mine?” 

“i told you i’ve got something for you.” you answer and wave him off. 

you pull your ponytail to the side and turn around, “lend me a hand?” 

he chuckles but does it nonetheless. he carefully pulls the zipper from your neck down until it reaches your hips and he lets go. 

you turn back around, looking into his eyes as you take your suit off one shoulder then the next before slowly pulling it down. you stop right below your bra so he can look at you for a few seconds but instead he didn’t waste a single second until his hands were on your tits, squeezing them. “just as good as the very last time i saw them.” he murmurs as you slide the sleeves off your arms. 

you then reach back and undo your bra, as soon as he hears it he pulls away and grabs it, throwing it behind him, “classy.” you tease letting out a small laugh.

“whatever.” he mutters then goes back to playing with them. 

he squeezes both then brings his mouth to your right nipple, sucking on it gently while your hands went to play with his hair. "didn't think i would miss all of this so much." you murmur as he hums against you. 

he lets go of your tits and grabs your suit, pulling it down even more, "eager are we, spider?" 

he pulls away for a second just to mumble a quick, "you already know the answer." then goes back to sucking on your nipples, alternating between the two. 

you pull the suit over your ass then drag it down, making him pull away. you take off your heeled boots as fast as you could, leaving them off to the side while he helps you take the last part of the suit off your legs, "it's a good suit but you look so much better without it."

“appreciate it spider, always so kind.” you answer as you place your suit on the table in front of you.

just then peter gets down to his knees and holds on to your hips, making you stick your bare ass out. of all days you decided to wear a red thong just because you felt like it. and he clearly seemed to like it as he left a smack on your right cheek then went straight in to give it a kiss to ease to slight pain.

you held on to the table and lean a bit forward so your back was a bit arched as he grabs the small piece of fabric and pulled it down. you stepped out of them and he left kisses on both cheeks before spreading them wide and taking a good look at you.

you were, of course, already glistening which wasn’t a surprise to either of you, given the circumstances. he went straight to taking a singular lick from your pussy and to your asshole. he moaned and went back down to savor the sweet taste of your arousal, this time going down to suck on your clit. “fuck baby- fuck just like that-“ you moaned and tried your best to stand still.

he continued sucking on your nub and would occasionally flick his tongue on it just to feel you shake. he closed his eyes and came back up to lap and suck on your folds while you let out a string of moans for him. he ate you out like he hasn’t eaten in days and he wasn’t stopping.

he was stubborn when giving head, wanting to stay there for as long as possible just because he loved doing it. he did it for his own pleasure and he was the only person you’ve ever met who ate you out because he actually fucking wanted to. it was a miracle.

add along the fact that he knew just what you liked and how you wanted it, he would even stay right in that position for hours if you even asked.

“oh my god- fuck-!“ you moaned, making him moan as well sending shivers all throughout your body.

“should’ve came back sooner…” you murmur and move your hips up and down — he followed your lead and ate you out as you grind against his face.

“so fucking greedy huh?” you tease when you suddenly feel the tip of his finger teasing your entrance.

“shit-“ you mutter as he fully slides it in and takes it out just as quickly as it went in.

before you could complain, because he knew you would, he slipped it back inside and started pumping it at a fast pace. your sweet moans filled his ears again and as much as he needed to be inside you, he had to have his own fun.

he wasn’t going to let you take a throat fucking like a champ without giving you oral pleasure, that wasn’t his style and thankfully he was glad he knew your body.

he’d know if his eyes were closed, if he was drunk, under any circumstance he’d know. because for years you took over a lot of his dreams, thoughts and he’s been dying to be back in this position.

more importantly, back into your life.

he knew that if he wasn’t there to ensure you’re protected, that you’ll always be in grave danger and you were someone he considered an important person in his life. even if those around him would find it questionable which was why he was very quiet about it in general.

“c’mon spider- i need you.” you say breathlessly after trying to get his attention for some time.

he pulled away from you and slipped his finger out, “you sure?”

“yes. now please come fuck me.” you whined and he quickly stood up.

he grabbed you and maneuvered you how he wanted you, holding on to the table for stability as he groped your ass. you spread your legs a bit when you finally felt him sliding the tip of his cock between your folds, “today, spider.”

“whose the eager one now huh?” he teased, making you groan.

“i hate you.” you mutter and he quickly says, “oh i’ve heard that one before.”

right as the last word left his mouth he slid inside you, not taking his time and going in all the way as he held onto your hips. you both moaned at the same time and you had to grip the table harder because he was stretching you out more than expected.

had it really been that long?

he waited about two seconds for you to adjust to his size then started setting a fast pace while he squeezed your skin. “oh fuck!” you moaned and turned your head to look at him.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as you looked at him, all of this suddenly making him realize this was actually happening and it wasn’t one of his dreams.

“y-you’ve got no idea- how much i missed this.” he murmurs and his eyes are back on yours.

“i- i have an inkling.” you say with a laugh making his face heat up again.

“don’t worry.. i feel the same way.” you admit and give him a smile.

a rarity from you.

something you give when you truly mean something. something he knew he liked causing.

he leaned in close to you until his forehead was touching yours and he just fucked you like that. the close proximity and direct eye contact turning him on even more than ever.

he held onto your waist with one hand and your jaw with the other, making you lean in. your lips were so close you could feel his breath on them, it felt like an eternity because you both just liked being as close together as possible.

he lightly pressed down on your stomach making you gasp then moan. you looked at him with wide eyes before he finally made his move and pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back and he slowed his thrusts down because since he was already doing this, he may as well savor it.

he kissed you back with passion and hunger, a kiss like this that has been long overdue. your tongues quickly clashed together as he started to fuck his hips into yours, wanting to be as deep as he could be.

you moaned into his mouth which had him doing the same. just then he had an idea so he held onto you gently and slowly brought your body up. you continued kissing you as you followed his lead and straightened up. you were standing up right and that’s when his thrusts started going faster.

you pulled away from him and leaned your head against his, panting as he fucked you how you both needed. now both of his arms were holding you up right, one on your stomach and the other across your chest for good measure.

you brought your hands up to grab onto his arms, digging your nails into the skin earning yourself a deep groan. “like that baby?” you asked and he quickly let out a “yes”

you then had the brilliant idea of grabbing his right arm and leading it up to your neck, “you sure?” he asks into your ear and you nod, “absolutely.”

he wraps his hand around your neck, his hand firm and his grip barely tight but he doesn’t squeeze. you leaned your head back onto his chest and he adjusted, “you really are trouble.” he mumbles and all you could do was roll your eyes.

“don’t give me those eyes.” he says making you snort.

he laughed and felt you dig your nails into his arm on his stomach which was just the perfect comedic timing.

“unfortunate you d-don’t have a mirror here, would’ve l-loved to see you like this.” he murmured inbetween breaths.

you attempted to squeeze your thighs together but instead just clenched against him, making him groan in your ear.

“been driving me insane for years y’know that?” he whispers and you just nod.

you held onto his right bicep, while digging your nails onto his left that was still holding onto your waist for dear life. he used all his strength to make sure you don’t fall, safety always a priority in his head.

“don’t stop-“ you mutter, making him go faster and even harder than before.

the room was filled with the echoed noises of skin to skin and it was all that your hearing picked up. it was something so surreal, something out of your wet dreams and feeling him touch you made it truly feel real.

that was the main difference between when you’d imagine it versus it actually happening. his touch brought you to reality and you wished you could stay like this.

but all good things come to an eventual end.

you felt him begin to twitch inside you and you felt your orgasm quickly build up in your stomach, luckily you have one of those birth control chips so there was no need to worry about that.

though you just realized neither of you cared for it in the first place, since it was going to be a one time thing anyway.

you brought your right hand down to rub your clit as he started to slow down but was doing deep strokes. you let out shuddered breaths, eyes already fluttering, and thighs starting to shake as peter just kissed your head.

he felt his own orgasm coming in hot pursuit, like it always did with you, “come on baby, together yeah?” he murmured and you hummed.

you rubbed your clit faster and subconsciously tilt your head to the side making peter let you go so you can take a breather. “holy fuck- oh my god i’m so close-“ you moaned and held onto his arms.

“i know baby-” he mutters and moans a melody of your name.

then with one final deep thrust, he spilled himself into you as your orgasm quickly followed and your body shook against him.

he held on to you and didn’t let you go, instead kept you steady as you both shook and were panting like crazy. you could just feel how much he came inside you but you were trying to focus on your breathing.

you closed your eyes and your legs nearly gave out, you felt lucky that he was strong enough to hold you up like nothing because otherwise you were a goner.

he slowly start to slip out of you, doing it nice and slow because he didn’t want it to hurt you in any way.

his cock left your pussy with a plop, his cum dripping out of you and onto the floor below you.

he turned you around and then wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his chest while you hear the loud thumping of his heart beat that matched your own. “so quiet.” he whispers and you hum.

“and sneaky.” you whisper back making him softly chuckle.

“just like old times.” he says and lets out a sigh.

[noellie-writes217]

Proposition (Pt 1)

Pairing: mcu!spiderman x blackcat

Warnings: post nwh, lonely Peter Parker, alterations to canon comics, mature themes, violence, mentions of death, maybe smut? Minors dni

Summary: after infiltrating the avengers records, Felicia finds out Spider-Man’s identity after the memory wipe, and offers to help him in exchange for…

“Fucking hell!” Peter groans as he enters his apartment through the window. He crawls over to his freezer to get something to use as an ice pack. He sets it on the counter and shoots a web to turn on the light and pulls off his mask with a sigh. He flinches once he hears an unfamiliar voice. “You know you really should think about getting a better lock for your door… or at least a deadbolt. It was way too easy to get in here.”

The Intruder was a woman with white hair in all black. She had a mask on (which barely concealed anything— in Peter’s opinion at least).

“Who the hell are you?” As she stood up he shot a web at one hand to keep her where she sat but it ricocheted and got his hand on the fridge. “Struggling with your webs, Parker?” He clenched his jaw.

“Just the only person who really knows who you are… but don’t worry; I won’t tell.” She walked to him and slid one finger along his jawline.

“What do you want?” She spun around to grab the pack of frozen vegetables and wrapped it in a towel, afterwards turning to get a rag and running it under cold water. “How do you know where everything is?” Peter asked. She shrugs, “I’ve been here for a while, a few porn videos worth- not that I’ve been watching porn! That would be totally unladylike.” She starts to ramble, admittedly, Peter thinks it’s cute.

She shakes her head and gets back to what she was originally talking about, “That’s not why I came here— look, I know who you are. Peter Parker: attended Midtown High, orphaned and raised by his aunt May who recently passed— my condolences, by the way, she seemed amazing— you also are extremely intelligent, inventive, kinda nerdy, thinks of classic movies as old, mentored by Tony Stark, asked to join the Avengers at only 15– somehow Tony wasn’t charged with child endangerment— but refused the offer, you’re also the primary reason Tony Stark agreed to help the Avengers ‘unblip’ everyone, but most importantly: you are Spiderman.”

Peter’s mind spins, “how do you know that?” Strange casted the spell only a few months ago, but there’s no way she could have figured out his identity that quickly. “Does that really matter?” She tilts her chin. “Yes!”

Peter runs his had through his hair with a sigh, “Sorry… I just… How do you know who I am?”

She straightened out her hoodie, “I hacks into the Avengers secret files. And I’m not a bad guy…” she sighs.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Peter scoffs and puts the bag of frozen peas on his brow.

The girl hesitates, “Please Peter, I need your help.”

“You gotta funny way of showing it.”

“Desperate times.”

“Why are you so desperate?” Peter pulls a beer from his fridge. No, he’s not 21, but the guy he got the fake ID from was perfectly willing to give him one in exchange for an autograph from Spider-Man for his kid.

“Aren’t you 18— never mind,” she starts, “I want you to put my dad in jail.” At that, Peter nearly spits out his beer.

“And why should I do that?” He asks as he sits at his table with the girl quickly following.

“Because he’s a criminal!” She pleads. “His name is Walter Hardy and he’s not a pleasant guy. He’s a burglar.”

Peter looks her up and down skeptically, “I suspect the apple doesn’t fall far?”

The girl groans, “Peter, please! I can’t keep living with him! If he makes me hack into one more security system I might die— or worse— I won’t be able to graduate!”

“How old are you?”

“I’m supposed to graduate high school this year, and I’ve been saving up for college but if he finds out he’ll take it from me! Please!”

Peter remembers that desperation to get to college, all the work it takes to save up— and he knows what it’s like for all the hard work to be worthless. So he’s thinking about it. “What did you say your name was?”

“Felicia Hardy.”

“Alright, Felicia Hardy. Why haven’t you called the police?”

She rolls her eyes, “The police have been after him for years— at least since my mom went back to Russia… or England— I’m not sure where she ran to, but that’s besides the point.” She tangents quite a bit, Peter notices.

“Your mom left?”

Felicia nods, “During the blip. I started learning to code and Dad got the bright idea to use my newfound skill to break into the Starks’. Mom said that was the last straw and left. But I guess she forgot about me or something…” It’s silent for a moment. “I was 15.”

This girl and Peter had led two very different lives. Hers was full of lies and red since she was young; and even though Peter was an orphan, before and after his parents death he always had someone there for him to help him out.

“Please just think about it. I’ll do anything.” She begs with her hands together.

Peter just takes another sip of beer. He still thinks beer is absolutely disgusting but he’s not gonna let his face show that.

“I can make you a new suit— one that doesn’t get ripped up so easily, o-or give you leads on over criminals— like scorpion! Or Jackel, or Rhino, or—”

“Or some other animal?”

“Peter, please.” She grabs her bag and pulls out a ripped piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it and some cash and puts them on the table. “Just think about it.” And with that, she gets up to leave.

“I’m not gonna do it for money!” Peter calls out as she opens the door

“It’s not for that, it’s for you to buy a deadbolt.” She winks before shutting the door behind her.

Peter goes to lock the door and uses his web shooter to seal it shut before grabbing his glasses, one of the few things that survived Goblin’s attacks.

“Edith?”

“Hello Peter. How can I help you today?” Edith asks.

“Give any information you have on Walter Hardy.”

[reysdriver]

Peter x BlackCat!Reader Masterlist

✩ - Fluff ☾ - Angst 𖦹 - Smut

♡ - Xena's Favourites

(Main Peter Masterlist)

Oneshots

Rubbermaid & Web-Boy - ✩♡ - You discover that the face behind another masked vigilante just like you is more familiar than you ever expected

Masks - ✩♡ - You try to take Spider-Man's mask off

[jedijesi]

Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 8

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: SMUTTY, Fluff, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Miguel and Felicia become busy with mission and trying to keep their affair a secret.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Life had undeniably gotten busy for Miguel as he, LYLA, and Jessica investigated the Vault break-in. This meant he had only been able to see Felicia a few times in passing. Days were long and nights were restless for Miguel. He missed exploring Felicia's body with his lips and hands, missed the way she teased him, the way she'd get so passionate when upset.

Felicia also couldn't help but miss bickering with Miguel until his eyes turned that sexy shade of red or watching him strut around the Spider Society with such intensity. A month ago, Felicia would have been over the moon to find out she didn't have to see Miguel for a whole 12 days, but now, she dreads it. The only good thing to come out of this was that Felicia was finally able to go back home now that she had her new suit and watch.

New York, Earth-192

The window creaked as Felicia opened it, gracefully slipping inside. Once she found herself in the comforting embrace of her bedroom, she casually tossed her mask onto the bed. A quick touch to the spider emblem on her chest initiated the process of removing her sleek black suit. Now in her underwear, she sauntered over to the kitchen, hunger gnawing at her after the mission's exertion.

Felicia yanked open the refrigerator door, her curious eyes scanning the contents. The fridge held nothing more than a motley collection of condiments and a carton of oat milk that might have seen better days.

She leaned against the cool kitchen counter, a sigh escaping her lips. Eventually, she decided it was time to return to Nueva York after her week-long absence. Swiftly, she changed into her lacy black underwear, harboring a glimmer of hope that she might get lucky with Miguel.

Nueva York, Earth-928

"Felicia!" Margo and Julia cheer at their table in the cafeteria, waving her over. "Come here! It's been forever!"

"Hey," Felicia said with a sheepish smile as she slid into the seat next to Julia. "Sorry, I haven't been around recently." She casually reached over and swiped a forkful of side salad from Julia's tray, earning an amused scolding from her friend.

"Did Miguel scare you out of Nueva York too?" Margo says with a giggle.

"Something like that..." Felicia mumbles as she shoves in a bite.

Margo raises an eyebrow curiously, sensing that there might be more to Felicia's story. "Oh? Do tell! Did you two get into a nasty fight again?" she prompts, genuinely interested in their drama.

"A lady never tells," she says with a smirk. "Imma head out, I'll catch you two later," Felicia says as she slips out of the booth seat.

As Felicia wandered the halls of the penthouse wing, a hand suddenly reached out to grab her arm. Startled, she swiftly turned back, only to be met with the sight of none other than Peter Parker. Without hesitation, she yanked her arm out of his grasp and, with her free hand, delivered a swift punch to his jaw.

"Ouch! Fuck! Again?" He curses as he cradles his throbbing jaw.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Heat enveloped her body as anger coursed through her.

"I work here, remember?" Peter snaps. "I'm the one who got you in here, don't forget that!"

"What do you want, Peter?" She spits out.

"You've been ignoring my calls."

Felicia scoffs in his face, "I blocked you months ago."

"Yeah, but that never stopped you before." He shrugs. "You stopped meeting at our spot."

"I told you, it's over! No more booty calls, no more late-night chats, nothing! I don't want anything to do with you," Felicia declared as she turned around, her voice firm and resolute. She was about to storm off when Peter couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, I see how it is!" Peter's tone was laced with a seething anger, his words simmering with resentment. "You used me to infiltrate the Spider Society!"

Typically, Felicia would dismiss such a claim, but this time it struck a nerve with her, causing her to come to an abrupt halt. "Excuse me?"

She gives Peter the opportunity to backtrack, instead, he puffs his chest to speak wholeheartedly. "You used me like the manipulative bitch you are!"

"You, have no fucking right to accuse me! You wanted me to join all this in the first place. You're the one that wanted me to change! Don't you think for one god damned second that I used you just to 'infiltrate' the Spider Society! I have finally found people here who actually like me for who I am and my skills. I'm not just a late-night fuck to make themselves feel like a better man. So you can just crawl back into your pathetic little hole, that you like to call your girlfriend, and drop dead!" She stormed off, leaving Peter to stand alone, his face scoffed in anger, and his eyes full of rage.

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As Felicia approaches the door of Miguel's penthouse, she skillfully employs the EMPs embedded in her claws to disrupt the door's security, causing it to hiss open effortlessly for her. Inside, she heads directly to Miguel's well-stocked pantry and fridge, rummaging for a quick snack to appease her growling stomach.

After satisfying her hunger, Felicia decides it's time to wash the day's grime away. She heads to the bathroom, turning on the water for a long, hot shower. The soothing cascades of water wash away the sweat and dirt, leaving her feeling refreshed, revitalized, and smelling like Miguel.

Dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around her, Felicia proceeds to rummage through Miguel's closet for a suitable change of clothing and to be her nosey self. She selects an old sweater, paired with her lacy black underwear, before doing a twirl in the mirror.

Meanwhile, Miguel made his way back to the penthouse, completely exhausted from today's work. He felt like every Spider-Person known to man had needed him for something today, on top of all the paperwork, supervising, and three different missions that he was needed for today. The man was purely exhausted. The door to the penthouse slid open, and Miguel made his way to his couch. He let his body drop onto the couch, running his fingers through his hair and over his face in pure exhaustion.

"Hey there, stranger," Felicia emerged from his room, slowly sauntering down the stairs toward Miguel on the couch. Miguel looked over at the sound of her voice and watched as she made her way over to him, now standing directly in front of him. It took him little time to notice that all she wore was nothing but an older shirt of his, practically cascading down her body like an oversized dress. The tip of her hip barely showed above the pair of black lacy underwear she was wearing. Miguel sat back to fully take in the view.

"Do I even want to know how you managed to get into my apartment?" he asked with a knowing smile. She pretended to ponder her answer for a moment, looking up as if the answer were written across the ceiling. She looked back down at him, a wide smile spreading across her face, as she shook her head 'no'.

Felicia took notice of how tired he actually looked and decided to take a seat by straddling Miguel's lap. Her fingers started to rub smoothing scratches along his scalp, sending his head lolling back onto the couch.

"What's troubling my Spider today?" The possessive nickname causes Miguel's cock to jump with excitement.

"Just a... long day today." He frowns.

Felicia nods in understanding before her famous crocodile smile makes its way across her lips. "If there was only some kind of way to help my Big Spider feel better, I would do it in a heartbeat... that is if he asked nicely." She teases, grinding onto his lap just enough to make his hands grip tightly onto her waist.

Miguel leans up from the couch, arms now fully wrapped around her body, and says nothing, but sweetly and desperately kisses her. Felicia smiles from the sweet sentiment, before sliding herself off his waist, grabbing his hands in an assist to pull him off the couch. He follows her movements, gradually standing up and following her as she walks him back into the bedroom, his eyes never once leaving her eyes as they walk. She enters the room first, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of the bed as she looks up at him seductively. He lets go of their hands and instead places them onto the edges of her shirt, slowly lifting the material, and exposing her breasts. His warm palm presses against them softly, as his thumb rubs soft circles against the feel of her soft skin.

Felicia sighs longingly at the feeling of his hand touching her body, before suddenly climbing backwards onto his bed. She leans back laying her head on the plush pillows, her legs spread out in order to make room for the large man to enter, or rather her large man.

Miguel follows her lead, placing a knee right in between her thighs, slowly placing his elbows on either side of her head. He leans down to her, his lips only inches away from touching hers. He softly kisses her on the tip of her nose, before finally connecting his lips to hers in a long-awaited kiss.

"You look so perfect under me, Hermosa." Miguel groans as he leans down for another kiss.

Felicia slowly brings her hands up from the bed, making her way over his suit as he slowly kisses her more and more with each passing second. She starts at his hips tracing up to his belly button, before placing a flat palm against his stomach, reveling in the feel of his abs with how they stretch and move with each breath he takes.

Miguel's cock twitches at the feeling of Felicia's fingers wandering his body. The slow, sensual kissing, quickly heats up at a faster pace. Felicia can't seem to get enough of him, and Miguel can't seem to get enough of her. She starts to feel the all too familiar heat between her legs, now needing more of the friction he was giving her before. She starts to slowly grind herself onto his knee, still resting in between her legs, her toes curling in anticipation and want, even more with need.

"You're so wet for me, baby." Miguel moans into her lips.

Miguel pulls away suddenly, causing the woman beneath him to let out a groan of protest. She quickly stops as she watches his suit retract, revealing his chiseled body. Quickly Miguel returns to Felicia's lips, only for a short few kisses before reaching down to pull her shirt above her head as well. Their bodies are both hot to the touch the more they grind on one another, their kissing turns more feverish as they can now touch and feel each other's heated skin.

Miguels suddenly moves his kisses down her body. He kisses her chin, making his way down to her neck softly sucking onto the skin there. He smiles into it when he feels Felicia start to stretch her neck for him for better access. He leaves her neck, moving down to hover over the black lacy bra she wears, pushing her breasts together as if perfectly made for his eyes only. He kisses the tops of each of her breasts, then traces his lips along her stomach in feathery light kisses, before finally reaching his destination of the matching cotton panties she wore. He kisses his way around her panties and travels along the inside of her thighs with his lips. Felicia now sits up slightly in anticipation, her breaths shallow, Miguel taking pride in how her breasts move up and down with each impatient breath she takes.

"I need you." Miguel moans as he tosses her panties across the room, and returns to grind his cock into her pussy. "Fuck." He pants, throwing Felicia's bra across the room.

"Miguel, I need it," Felicia whines, the feeling of his lips on her neck, making her even more wet.

Felicia gasps, causing Miguel to turn around, finding LYLA floating next to them. He panics, throwing the duvet over their naked bodies. "LYLA!" He growls. "What are you doing!"

LYLA stands there unfazed. "Is this sex?"

"It was about to be." Felicia rolls her eyes playfully.

Meanwhile, Miguel doesn't take the interruption as well as Felicia. "LYLA it better be an emergency or I'm powering you down!"

"Not an emergency, per se, Margo Kess and a few other spider-people in the lab had a bit of a malfunction when testing some Vault security systems. I handled the disaster!" LYLA quickly added, knowing grumpy Miguel wouldn't take it well. "They'd like your input and it could help with the investigation."

Miguel groans before commanding his suit to pixilate over his naked form. "I'm sorry, Felicia, rain check?"

"Of course." She says with a seductive wink, watching Miguel stand from the bed.

"So... are you two... together?" A grin begins to appear on LYLA's face.

Felicia looks to Miguel to respond. "Taking it slow." The blue and red mask looks to Felicia for reassurance. "So... Yes. We are. Just keep it under wraps or I will delete your code." He threatens.

LYLA chuckles to herself, knowing full well how big of a hypocrite Miguel is. "Yeah, Yeah, it's a secret. I won't lecture you on why this is wrong."

Miguel heads for the bedroom door to leave before stopping and running back to Felicia. His mask disappears as he pulls Felicia in for one last passionate kiss. "I'll be back to finish what we started, gatita." He whispers against her lips.

Holding the duvet up to her chest to help keep some modesty, Felicia smiles softly as she watches Miguel rush out of the bedroom, engaged in a heated exchange with LYLA.

"Have you two had sex before? Wait- do you do it a lot? Oh my god- How long have you two been having sex for?" Felicia chucks as LYLA interrogates Miguel through the penthouse.

"ENOUGH LYLA!"

Chapter 9

A/N: LMK what u think! I love reading your comments they make my day!

Taglist: @leahnicole1219 @oscarissac2099

[asoulsreverie]

Guys I'm looking for this soulmate au fic of spiderman x black cat where they find out they're soulmates while she's black cat and he's Peter and yeah it was angsty please if someone knows what I'm talking about find the fic pleaseee

[ofbluesandyellows]

Black Cat's Curse - TASM! Fem! Reader

Summary: Peter Parker has been cursed, crossing paths with the oh so feared black cat isn't exactly in his itinerary, and no, we are not talking about or favorite lady, Felicia. On Halloween night his bad luck has prodded him to the solution he didn't know he was looking for.

Word count: 6,537

Warnings: cursing, witchcraft (lol idk)

a/n: Hi! I'm back with a lil Halloween story for you, this one fully came to me last week. It isn't anything crazy but I do hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween y'all. I adopted a black cat recently so maybe that's where the inspo came from. Bye :)

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” Spider-Man was about to drop to his knees, to beg. And he never begged for anything in his life, other than bringing Ben back to life.

“Ow Spider.” Her finger with a long perfectly manicured nail traced his spandex covered clavicle. “Yes, they call me Black Cat but it doesn’t mean I know how to undo your bad luck. That’s on you and the poor black kitty you crossed paths with.”

“But whenever I get unlucky it’s always because of you, how come this is different?”

“Hey, don’t come to me with that bullshit, that’s just how things are, you should’ve known better. You’re on your own Spider.”

Peter closed his eyes, not that Cat could see him but he needed a second not to throw a punch at her, he knew she’d dodged with ease but he didn’t want to risk it. Exhaling he was about to humiliate himself once more, turning around Cat was long gone.

“Mother fuck-“ a splash of what he knew was bird poo painted the red spandex of his forearm with sickly yellowy-white. “Seriously?” Arms up in the air, no one to reply back.

Peter Parker wasn’t a big fan of Halloween growing up, he always went for the uncool type of costumes, he clearly remembered asking aunt May to buy him a white wig so he could dress up as Albert Einstein when he was about eleven. Uncle Ben ended up buying him white color spray and a fake mustache so they could DIY the look. Knitted burgundy vest, faux wrinkles on his face and the already perfect bushy brows made Peter the happiest kid in the block.

He was beyond ecstatic with the way his costume turned out, adults praised him and aunt May for the effort when he went trick or treating but the real menace were kids’ nasty words and funny remarks about him. After that he either went with a boring costume, he preferred to fit in, or at least try rather than be laughed at. 

It was obvious that the teasing continued up until college, but college was bearable compared to what he had gone through since he became Spider-Man.

Peter hadn’t been in need of a costume for years now, that was the main reason why he liked Halloween now, he could walk around as a civilian in his actual suit, no one batted an eye in his direction during this day.

Flash Halloween party was crazy loud, Peter didn’t know these many people were friends with Flash.

“Hey Spider-Man!” His heart skipped a beat, but Flash was smiling at him. “Peter, you made it!” 

Peter took the mask off, he thought this would be funny, wearing his actual suit was comfortable but now he was regretting it, he had several mini heart attacks whenever called him by his alias. He felt sweat dripping from his back. Yeah he would need to wash the suit.

“Of course man! I promised, right?” he laughed trying to disguise the panic.

Flash was wearing a Beetle juice costume, a pretty epic one if Peter could have an opinion on it. 

“I see you went all in with the costume huh?” He snatched the mask off Peter’s hand. “Nah this isn’t as good as the original.” Flash laughed.

With cherry colored cheeks Peter chuckled. “Yeah, I bought it at Walmart. Everyone seems to love the guy so I just thought why not?” 

“I’ve seen worse Parker, like the guy dressed as Alex Turner? Pfff lazy.”

“Really? I haven’t seen him. Don’t tell me it’s Harry the one dressed like that.” Peter said amused.

“Almost, but no. Harry hasn’t shown up yet, bet he found some expensive costume made suit and will pull off a ‘I’m Leonardo DiCaprio in Wolf of Wall Street.””

Both boys rolled their eyes. “Wouldn’t be surprised.” 

Suddenly Peter felt cold dripping from his back. 

“Hey dickhead, watch where you are going.” Flash was the first to talk, pushing a drunk David Bowie out the way.

Peter was in shock, how come he didn’t notice, why were his senses not alerting him of the guy at his back.

The smell of sweet fruity punch and vodka lingered on his nose. 

“Shit Pete, do you want to change?” 

Peter shook his head, lipped smile on. “No, don’t worry I’m good. Just going to grab a beer.”

“Ok, if you need something just look for me, okay?” 

“Sure, thanks Flash. Cool party by the way.”

Flash grinned. “Thanks Parker! See ya around.”

The lights were kaleidoscopic, New Wave music playing, it was a lot and now his suit was wet and cold and there were pretty girls around, and he couldn’t concentrate in one thing. 

Fuck me.

Tuning around as he dodged a group of girls dressed as fairies he clocked eyes with a witch. She was sitting on the couch with other people, Peter wasn’t sure if she was with them or not but the staring sent shivers down his spine. 

She gave him a lipped smile, one he tried to emulate, not succeeding because she dropped her expression. The next thing he knew it was that she disappeared. 

He shook his body to try and get rid of the odd feeling. Finding a beer was easy, what wasn’t easy was held in the need to puke when the warm and obviously outdated beer’s taste hit his tongue. 

Peter sighed, he was tired of this, it hadn’t even been a week with this black cat curse and he was already done, no fight with Electro nor Vulture had done him this wrong. Sloped shoulders and a bitter taste he was ready to go home. 

Exiting the loud house in Brooklyn, Peter’s eyes found the sparkly ones of a witch. 

A new wave of shivers appeared as Season of the Witch played at his back. Spooky as shit.

“Okay, this is worrying me.” He mumbled.

The girl approached him in two long steps. 

“Hello,” you smiled, showing him your pearly white teeth. 

“Um hi?” 

“Sorry to bother you, I saw you in there and if you don’t mind me saying this… you look like shit.” The apple of your cheeks tinted pink. 

Peter scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t need to hear it because I do indeed feel like shit, so if you excuse me,”

He took a step to the right to make his escape, but you took the exact same side as he did.

Peter scowled.

“I—I don’t want to sound crazy but you do have like a bad aura around you, you know? Like a dark cloud following you, and… okay yeah I’m going to say this with the risk of sounding like an insane person but I promise you I am not—“

Taking a cautious step closer, you were too close for Peter’s liking. On your tiptoes you angled yourself to reach his ear.

“You are cursed.” 

Peter felt his body freeze, his eyes went wide just as goosebumps formed on his skin.

“You… how did you know?” Peter stumbled back a little. 

“As I said, I can see it.” You took a jump back. Your face went back to a soft smirk. “Need help with it?”

Peter looked around, the streets were busy still, it wasn’t even midnight yet.

“You know how to revert it?” 

“Sure thing. It’s a simple spell.” 

“Can you do it now, like chant it or whatever.” 

You scoffed. “Hell no! It’s a bit more complicated than that,” balancing on the balls of your heels you stared at him. Peter was mulling with the possibilities. You were weird as fuck. But he didn’t feel the Peter tingle as it was. He only felt wary. 

You had this cute smile and very bright eyes. If Black Cat couldn’t do anything to help him, why not take his chances and accept the help of an actual witch.

“Are you like a real witch?” He squinted. 

“Yeah.” 

“Fine. What do we need to do?” 

You grinned, joyous. 

“Follow me Peter Parker.” 

Shrugging, you said: “Flash told me.”

“You know Flash?” Well, that was news to him. He never expected him of all people to be close with a witch.

You seemed offended. “Um yes? We take bioengineering together.” 

Peter almost choked on his own saliva. “You go to Empire?”

“Yes, I’ve seen you around, you’re friends with that rich kid that always looks at the rest of us as if we were dirt under his shoe.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh when Peter scrunched his nose. “That sounds like Harry.” 

“Osborn is not always nice to everyone.” 

Peter knew that but Harry wasn’t a bad person he just hadn’t been given the attention he deserved.

“So bioengineering, huh? You’re pretty smart I assume.”

“It helps with the witchcraft thing, believe it or not.” 

Peter could see why. He grabbed his mask a little tighter.

“Oh.” 

Peter heard you say, a second later a car passed by full gas, the puddle of dirty water splashed wetting his legs. 

“You could’ve warned me, you know?” shaking his legs only made the water go down into his converses, wetting his socks. He needed to come up with a water repellent suit.

“Right, sorry. Never seen such a curse before. The grayish hue around you goes purple whenever something is about to happen. It’s kinda awesome.” You grinned.

Why was this woman always so cheery? Peter sighed and continued walking.

“Do you have a name or should I just call you Witch?” 

You chuckled. “I do have a name but Witch is way more fun. And it’s Halloween, it fits.” 

Peter grimaced. What a time to be cursed.

Both hopped on a bus after walking three blocks.

“Are you hungry Peter Parker?” 

His stomach felt like growling. “I could eat.”

“Nice, I’ll order some pizza. It should be there when we arrive.” 

Peter saw you texting. He noticed for once your whole attire. Pointy hat with purple ribbons and tulle decorating it. You had glitter smeared on your cheeks and eyelids. The dress was black tulle as well with a sparkling touch, he wasn’t sure what it was. The tights had black and purple stripes with a nice pair of black Dr Martens. It was like a modern version of the classic Witch costume he’d seen in movies. 

It suited you, what it didn’t match was your always happy features. Peter wondered if you were in fact a witch or just pretended to be one for the sake of the holiday.

“Do you like mushrooms?” You found him staring. Your cheeks went a tone deeper in red.

Peter panicked and looked out the window, far away from you. “They’re fine.”

“Good, I ordered half pepperoni and half mushrooms.” 

Humming, you, witchy girl unlocked, your phone and started to play…

“Sudoku? Really Witch?” Peter grinned, this was so odd to him.

“I like it, it keeps me on my toes.” you giggled.

Unintendedly, Peter kept an eye on the game, finger pointing to one square and mumbled “there has to be a nine.”

The grid sheet sparkled after you pressed the 9 in. “Nice one, Peter Parker.” 

“Just call me Peter.” 

Your eyes locked on his. “But Peter Parker sounds more interesting.” You nudged him, making him laugh. 

“You’re so weird.”

“Thanks.”

•••

Peter sat in the living room. The apartment was simple, it didn’t even feel witchy at all. It smelled fresh and there was some kind of lavender sent around.

“What? Disappointed?” You laughed at his face.

“A little, yes.”

“It’s 2023 Peter Parker. I don’t have cauldrons and a crystal ball.” Your witch hat rested comically on the kitchen counter.

“So what kind of witch are you, then?” Peter spoke with a mouthful, the pizza was incredibly tasty.

“I’m not one kind, I just do what I want to do.” 

Peter nodded. 

“Careful with the—“ 

Peter’s slice of pizza fell on his converses. He thought he’d been clever by not using his spandex lined boots.

“Shit.”

“I tried to tell you.”

He peeled the slice from his black chucks. “Can I get another slice?” 

You pushed the box his way. 

“How did you get cursed?” You asked, nibbling on your lip, the pizza resting on a plate on your lap, untouched.

“Crossed the path of a black cat.” He grunted. “Sounds stupid but it’s what happened.”

“Been there. I’ll fix it, it shouldn’t be hard” 

Peter straightened. “How long is it going to take?” 

You stared at him. Peter could almost see the nuts turning in your brain.

“A few hours, I suppose.” 

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Maybe?”

Peter had multidimensional war flashbacks from Doctor Strange, and the other Peters. Yeah he wasn’t in. “Well, now that I’ve had time to think about it I remember why I don’t do witchcraft. You need to find another way. I’ve had my fair share of that and it was quite the hustle so no Miss Witch I think I’m good.” He gave you a lipped smile.

“Okay… um why don’t you tell me about it, I assure you this is completely different and safe.”

“I’m not legally allowed to talk about it, so…” He shrugged. “Also you said it can hurt. I’m not down for that."

“Ugh fine, Peter Parker, but if you go, the curse won’t go away, you’ll have to live with it.”

Peter looked down, considering all that had happened maybe you were right, it’s not like he hadn’t suffered enough to handle a little magic.

“Fine.”

You got up in a jump, disappearing inside a room. Peter heard rattling and the closing of drawers. He wasn’t sure what to expect so he tried to not think about it. 

After another two slices of what he considered a perfect pizza, Peter put the plate down on the coffee table. The table cracked in two as if some almighty froze had cut it in two with a really sharp invisible blade.

“How the fuck?” He squealed, holding both sides of his face with his hands. This was nonsense. He didn’t even put force. 

“What happened?” You appeared behind him. “Oh… well I needed a new coffee table anyway.” 

You went away humming again. 

“Insane… she is insane.” Mumbling Peter crossed his arms, trying to not touch or breathe too hard, anything could create a domino effect and make the building collapse or something worse. He could die if he forgot how to breathe!

He guessed that wasn’t possible but he was not going to risk it.

The skin on his back felt sticky but he didn’t dare to move. After a moment you cleared your throat to announce yourself.

“So Peter Parker, I’m going to ask you a few questions…. It's protocol only.” 

Sitting down at his feet, you flipped a few pages, grabbed a pink sparkly gel pen and wrote down in pretty cursive calligraphy. 

Peter Parker. 

Cursed by crossing paths with a black cat :(

“You do this often or-“ he asked.

“Nah, but it’s nice to document these things, who knows when I will need the information.” You beamed, clearly excited by the whole situation.

“Sure,”

“So, have you been cursed before?” blinking, you waited for a response.

Peter wasn’t sure if his Spider-Man issues were a curse, sometimes it felt like that to be honest.

“Not that I’ve been aware of.” He leaned back on the couch. 

“Have you killed people in the past?”

His face contorted, now that was a hard question.

“It’s… um not voluntarily… I mean no, of course no” he let out a pretty fake laugh. “But I saw my uncle die and my… my girlfriend too.” 

Your face dropped. “Sorry about that.”

He half shrugged, looking the other way, he was not going to cry in front of a witch, this was humiliation enough.

“Er, next question. Do you have allergies?” 

“No.”

“Experienced dizziness, or a rush of adrenaline in the past forty-eight hours?” 

Peter squinted, these were very specific questions. “ Yeah, but what does that have to do with the curse?”

You shrugged. “See if there are side effects.” 

“The adrenaline thing isn’t for the curse… I have a stressful job.”

“That responds the next question… so how long has it been since you got cursed?” your head rested on your palm, you reminded him of that one therapist aunt May forced him to go see a few years ago.

“Three days, maybe four.” 

“Hmmm, interesting.” 

“Why?”

“Hmm? Oh well, cats don’t just go out crossing people’s paths like that. Most times they have a reason. Have you wronged a cat in your life?” your knee going up and down nonstop, Peter noticed the nervous thick. He had several.

Felicia could count as a cat but she had wronged him more than he had her.

“No.” He scoffed. 

“Ok, didn’t want to offend you.”

Peter let out a breathy laugh, this was the craziest shit that he had experienced and he had gone through a lot of fucked up shit in his life.

“Please come with me.” 

You stood up with a graceful jump. Dress puffing with air. Peter stared at your hand extended to him. The moment he took it there was this tingly feeling that crossed his whole body. 

You grinned. He glared.

The room you got in was pitch black, a breeze came from somewhere, it smelled like incense. With the snap of your fingers a yellow hue covered the room which was not more than 80 square feet, seemed to be a closet.

Three candles were floating, Harry Potter style. His hand went over the flame no wire attached to them.

“Am I hallucinating already?” He said. Hand now going under the candle he was in awe.

“Nope, we haven’t started yet.” You chuckled. “And those are totally real. It’s a very easy spell.” You said proudly.

“Cool,”

“Sit on the floor.” You demanded, Peter obeyed.

With a bright pink dust, you painted a circle and a bunch of indecipherable symbols that Peter preferred not to know what they meant. Instead he focused on you; your smooth hands tracing patterns as if it was second nature. Your lips were tuned slightly upwards, it was obvious how this made you feel. Peter felt his own lips curving. 

Hmm… he frowned, that was not right. But his mind was taking over, your long lashes with specs of glitter resting on them. Hair, shiny and soft looking. Peter kind of wanted to brush it to the side with his fingers. Shaking his head he couldn’t be thinking such things, he didn’t even know your name. And you were a witch!

And you are a fucking Spider-Man, chill the fuck out Parker.

Great! He was going insane now.

Snapping your fingers, music started to sound. 

“Is that Fiona Apple?” Peter asked, throwing her a quick glance,

“Yes! She gives off the right vibe for this.” Your sly smirk made Peter’s stomach flip.

Oh no.

Squaring down, to be on eye level with him, he caught the very faint scent of cherry. 

“I’m going to give you tea, It’s going to make you a little dizzy and jittery.” Extending your palm, you showed him two little rocks. 

“What’s that for?” Peter took them either way. 

Your index finger pointed to a clear looking crystal. “That’s clear quartz, it clears the mind, attracts positivity and repels negativity. The orange one it’s citrine for positive mood, clarity and focus.” 

His chocolate eyes never left yours, for the first time the whole night your smile quivered. You needed to gain some distance. You stood up quickly.

“Whatever happens, don’t let them go. And you have to have them around until the next new moon. Understood?”

Peter sighed, whatever helps him get over this. “Got it.”

You opened a book with a crimson hard cover. A sage green cup rested on the wooden table in front of you. Your back facing Peter, he let the little crystals roll on his palm as he heard Fiona Apple’s voice mixing with the cooing spell you were casting. Words he had never heard got whispered inside the cup, the energy in the room changed in a second, the yellow hue became brighter. 

Peter’s body shivered when you went back kneeling before him.

“Drink this, you have to close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so, okay Peter Parker?”

Peter nodded, gulping as he took the cup. It was warm to the touch. The liquid inside looked like any other tea aunt May had made him before, a little cloudy but it had a nice smell.

“I added a little honey and it’s spearmint flavored.” You chirped. 

“How many times have you said you have done this?” Peter was really curious, it came pretty natural to you. 

“Oh this is the first time, but I’m sure it’ll go almost perfect.” 

“Jesus, that’s just what one would like to hear in these situations.”

“Come on Peter Parker, this is fun!” 

“Cheers, I guess.” 

Peter drank the whole thing in one go and the taste was surprisingly good.

He sat there waiting for something to feel different but nothing changed. 

“How you feeling?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“Should I be feeling weird?” he replied, trying to pay attention to his body. Everything was the same. He opened his eyes.

“Shit, you are supposed to be experiencing something by now. And you drank the whole thing,” you stomped your foot on the floor. “I did everything the book said.” 

Quickly, you went back to the book to check the spell as if it was a recipe. 

“Sorry to disappoint.” Peter sighed. “Hey um, this is going to sound weird, but, would you like to… I don’t know, like go for coffee one of these days?” your eyes went wide, big as saucers hearing him ask. “Or not… I mean I was just suggesting.”

“Don’t move Peter Parker.” You squinted, Peter felt something on his arm. 

“You opened your eyes!” She squealed. 

A spider, the same spider that bit him years ago was walking up his arm, then there was another and another, all of them crawling upwards.

“Holy fucking shit.” Horror stained his voice. But Peter couldn’t move. He didn’t know if he was able to feel his body.

“You are Spider-Man for fucks sake keep it together” you cried. “Told you to keep them closed."

In a swift move you grabbed a few vials filled with dust in different colors. Peter was wide eyed, gawking, unmoving about to have a heart attack.

“I can’t move, help!” his voice high pitched. 

“Shut up Peter Parker, I’m trying to think!” 

A marble mortar plopped on the table, a mix of colors and sparks flashed across your face. 

“Sorry for what’s next but you can’t move and I’m not in position to kill our city’s hero.”

Grabbing the dust on the mortar, you put the bright blue dust on your lips as you fell on your knees in front of Peter. Careful not to ruin the pentagram.

Leaning forward you said,

“The spider you see is just in your mind, you are hallucinating for real this time, that’s why i told you to not open your eyes. Wish things were different but this is it, Peter Parker.”

“What?” 

“Good luck.”

You clashed your lips with his. In a second Peter felt his whole body tingle, like he was having a serious case of pins and needles. Involuntarily his palm went up to rest on your cheek. Warm and soft. Cherry scent, and blueberry taste. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you, the crazy girl he met a few hours ago at the halloween party.

A sharp turn. Just like when you twirl in one spot until you feel the whole room shake and you are in that state of happy dizziness. Peter felt like that and he kind of enjoyed it. 

When the motion stopped fully he opened his eyes. Blinking he reincorporated, he didn’t know he had been lying down this whole time. 

Spider-Man’s spandex suit still plastered on his torso just that the room was not the tiny room he had been in. 

“Peter?” 

“Aunt May?” 

“Breakfast is ready!” 

Peter rested on his elbows, he was in his room in Queens. He was in Brooklyn just a second ago. And, why was he even here? His apartment was in Manhattan. 

Shaking his head he peeled the tight suit off, his body complained, a common thing by now. Taking a quick shower he saw the water run down the drain, little hints of bright blue in them. He shook his head, migraine settling behind his eyes.

“I had no idea you were staying the weekend Peter, you always let me know.” May dried her hands in the kitchen cloth as she looked at him with fond eyes. “You scared the hell living out of me last night when I heard you in your room.”

Peter frowned, he didn’t remember how he got in, he wasn’t even sure what happened after he saw Flash at the party. Late that night he found two shiny bits of crystal on his bed. His mind screamed at him to keep them near.

Until the new moon, right?

Glimpses of what felt like dreams were trying to tell him something, most days Peter woke up with the feeling that he had forgotten something but he pushed it aside, there wasn’t much time to think of Peter problems when there were Spider-Man real problems. 

It took him six days to notice his bad luck had disappeared, he felt lighter than ever, he even got a rise at his job which was hard to believe. Cat hadn’t been involved in trouble and Peter didn’t need patching or stitches for the week, he was doing amazing.

One night during patrol. He was sitting on a building in Brooklyn, there had been a fire two blocks down, no one had been injured so Peter left the scene before the police arrived. Now his legs hung on the edge of the six story building. Phone in hand. Flash posted the party’s photos, he laughed at one where a group of guys dressed as the one and only Pitbull were carrying Flash as he threw pumpkins shaped confetti in the air. Flash knew how to have a good time, Pete gave him that. 

The next photo was one where he could see himself at the back, he barely noticed it was him, the spandex gave him away. But what caught his attention was the pointy hat, purple ribbons floating. His heart increased its pace. 

•••

Flash was doing some drills at Empire’s gym. Sweaty and all, he greeted Peter with a hug and a laugh.

“Pete, you left too early the other day!” 

Peter’s cheek went warm. “Sorry, yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”

“No problem. You want to play? For the good ol’ days.” Flash chuckled.

Peter remembered high school as if it was yesterday.

“I have class in like twenty minutes, but next time. I was just wondering if you knew the name of this girl I met at your party.”

Flash smirked, nudging Peter on the ribs. “I see why you weren’t feeling well huh? Parker.” 

Peter scratched his neck, this was so awkward, he didn’t even know the girl.

“What she looked like?” 

Peter’s image of you was very vague, he remembered the costume, but nothing else really.

“You have an idea how many girls dressed like that were at the party? I need more intel Parker.” 

Peter closed his eyes for a second. “She- um she said you were taking bioengineering together,” 

Flash huffed, making the basketball bounce. “I’m not taking bioengineering, Peter. Don’t think girls take that class anyway… trust me I’d remember.” He winked.

“Really? Because she was very sure of it.” He laughed, out of pure agony.

Have you been like a dream or something?

“I think someone made you look like a fool Pete. But there’s always more girls.”

“Right, no, you’re right. Um, I’m going to get going. See you later man.”

“Take care Parker!” 

Making his way back home, Peter kicked a can with all the force he managed, it landed inside a trash can. He blinked, shit that was quite lucky. He felt not so lucky when there was no space in the subway to even move your legs, at least it was warm in there, the November wind was getting tougher by the day. Headphones on, he put the music in shuffle. 

In starlit night I saw you

So cruel you kissed me

your lips a magic world

Leaning on the cold metallic tube in front of the doors, he sighed looking at his converse. He needed to give them a wash, those ketchup stains were not making it look any better. His fingers went to his eyes, scratching the corners of them, he could sleep right there if he was sure no one would steal his phone but instead he concentrated on his surroundings. Phone screens shining, Instagram posts passing rapidly, text messages getting deleted and retyped, sudoku grid…

Sudoku grid?

His stomach churned. He had these images like photos archived in his brain. He remembered the sudoku grid, the number 9 for some reason, mushrooms, pink dust, floating candles, a green mug, and a smile. That smile had haunted his dreams for days now.

The owner of the phone had a bright yellow coat. Peter froze just creepily staring at the person.

Next stop was a commotion, people going out, some more coming in. Peter lost yellow coat for a moment only to see it going out with the sea of people.

“Hey!" he shouted. Desperation in his voice. “Yellow coat!” 

Only feet away now, he saw the person go up the stairs. His heart hammering against his ribcage, what was this, why was he so anxious for the person to turn?

Crossing a busy street, he took his earphones off, seeing for one last time yellow coat get into a taxi, mixing in the traffic. 

Peter sometimes really thought he was the most intelligent person in the world. He decided to follow the taxi, this time in Spider-Man clothes. Web shooters full and ready, cold wind wasn’t even a bother, he had perfected the suit to be warmer on winter days. 

Swinging up to Brooklyn’s bridge had been easy, the problem being on which of all the taxis he saw was yellow coat in. 

Running and shooting webs caused lots of honking and almost made a man crash his car thanks to the little kid trying to come off the window to say hello to him.

“Sorry!” He apologized, as he flew by. 

Last taxi entering Brooklyn was his only chance, this better be it. As he plopped as softly as he could on the roof of the car, he bent over to take a peek on the backseat windows. 

He grinned under the mask. Knocking on the window he saw shiny hair flick, and sparkly eyes connected with his white buggy ones. Waving a hand at you, your eyes went wide. In a flash everything came back to him.

The curse, how you feed him and basically cured his bad luck with a blueberry flavored kiss.

Stealing his heart with that, it was absurd yet magical, Peter wasn’t surprised no more with what happened in his daily life.

“Roll the window down?” He made the motion for you to do so.

For a brief second Peter thought you were not doing it, but you did, wind made your hair dance and oh Peter’s heart shivered with joy.

“Witch!” He greeted, still looking at you upside down.

“Peter Pa- Spider-Man!” you smiled, in awe.

The taxi driver rolled his window down too. “Dickhead, get the fuck down of my car!” 

“Just drop me in the next block.” You said, throwing the man some money.

Peter jumped off the car just as the taxi slowed down. 

“Freaks!” The man shouted at them, his middle finger sticking out the window as his goodbye.

“Thank you kind sir!” Peter saluted him.

You snorted by his side. Pivoting on his heels, it took him a second to take it all in. 

“You disappeared,”

“I didn’t disappear, I helped you get home Peter Parker.” You grinned. Oh that smile, Peter wanted to squeeze your cheeks.

“Um, no, that’s not what happened. I was lying in your room, and then you kissed me and then I woke up at my aunt’s? For a moment I thought I was losing my mind.”

You were staring at him amused. “It was fun, right? I know I had a lot of fun that night.” 

“Don't be mean.” Peter’s hand flew to his chest, as if he had been hurt for real. “I even asked Flash about you, and you lied, you never went to Empire.” Hands flying in the air, as he spoke.

“First of all. I do go to Empire, Flash is just not a very observant person.”

“Right, so tell me why you did all this?”

"I had to fix it okay!” Your eyes locked on your shoes. 

“Spider-Man hi!!” A group of teenagers waved their hands at them on the other side of the street.

“Hello, guys!” He had to be kind to the fans, being the beloved neighborhood hero wasn’t an easy task after all. “Have a good day.”

“You are the shit bro!” One of them shouted back.

“Do you mind if we talk somewhere more private?” Peter said through gritted teeth.

You bit the inside of your cheek to not laugh. “Ok.”

Peter took the opportunity to grab you by the waist, in a fast and smooth motion he was flying through Brooklyn.

“This is not what I had in mind.” You squealed against his spandex covered neck, he felt your breath hot on his skin. 

“Oh you owe me, this is the least you can do for me Witch.” 

Peter wowed as they moved between buildings. Landing on the roof of an old cinema. The neon lights casting pretty shadows against your face and the suit’s texture became alive. He took the mask off to reveal the sweetest of smiles. Cheeks rosy.

“What can we do about this?” He asked, arms spread wide, he was falling for someone who he barely knew.

You hid your hands inside your coat, wind biting on your skin harshly. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Peter sighed. “How was it supposed to go? You said you had to fix it, what do you mean by that?”

Why were Peter’s eyes so pretty, his face was a mix of pain and hope, your stomach felt funny again. It had been like that since you first saw him. A month ago.

A blue moon was something you always enjoyed. Making moon water, charging crystals, manifesting and writing spells. 

But Orion, your black cat had been angsty for days now, he always was like that during full moons. He destroyed your quilt, the one to knit together with so much effort. So you let him out.

“Get out! If you could, I’d make you fix this to make me happy!” The window closed with a thud and poor Orion blended in with the night.

After trying to fix it but failing with the quilt you felt guilty. Orion was simply trying to let that energy out, and you took it against the poor thing. After much thinking you decided to go out looking for him. Orion’s name got pronounced several times until you saw him crossing the street a little ahead of you, it was three in the morning. Cars weren’t even passing, the world was still, sirens and honks chimed far away. 

Orion locked eyes with you for a moment. And you knew this was a bit of a dare to him, squatting down you tried to prod the cat to go to you, but Orion only sat in the middle of the sidewalk, liking his paw almost making fun of you. One step closer was what set him off running again. Just in time for Spider-Man to pass walking; half mask up munching on what seemed to be a burrito, mustard on the corner of his mouth, he came to a halt when the cat crossed his path. You saw Spider-Man gulp. 

A moment later his burrito fell flat on the pavement. You knew what this was about, you shut your eyes, cursing Orion under your breath, when you opened them Spider-Man was gone. 

“So you knew I was Spider-Man all along?” Peter scoffed. “You are full of secrets witch.”

“I knew I even said it to you when you were freaking out. Half of the spell had to do with me doing the ritual and half of it was you believing it would work, you still opened those damn pretty eyes.”

Peter kicked a tiny rock off the roof. “So you think I have pretty eyes?” he heard you laugh. 

“You do Peter Parker.”

He blushed deeper. “ So what I felt when you… kissed me was just part of the spell?” 

The disappointment in his voice made your heart jump. “It wasn’t about feelings, Peter Parker, it was just a spell to fix your bad luck. Whatever you felt, that’s on you.”

“Hmm,” he took a step closer, scratching his neck. “I was being serious when I asked you out for coffee.”

“I know.”

Peter smirked. “You like making me suffer, I see how it is.” He laughed, making a full twirl.

The grin on your lips couldn’t be held. “It’s funny to see you all embarrassed.” 

“Jesus… okay so, coffee this Saturday?” His ears were bright red.

“Sounds good to me.” 

“Great.” Another step closer. “Don’t bring your cat, I beg.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Good, because I’m feeling pretty lucky as it is.” His lips ghosted over yours.

On your tiptoes you connected your lips with his cold but soft ones. Both smiling and chuckling. 

“This is even better than the last one.”

“Yeah because you were freaking out about spiders, Spider-Man.” you mumbled, Peter brushed the hairs that floated in your face, he needed a clear path.

“I think I prefer it when you call me Peter Parker.”

Peter kissed the tip of your nose, and you finally let him know your name. He beamed as he repeated it.

“That sounds about right.”

A meow was heard and Peter groaned, forehead connection to yours.

“He won’t do it again. I promise, it was just a blue moon thing.”

You saw his eyes traveling all over your face. “I think I can get used to getting cursed.”

Orion meowed again, rubbing its little black fur against Peter’s leg. 

“Hey pal.” Peter said, patting the cat sweetly.

You snorted. “You’re weird Peter Parker.”

“Thank you.” 

Maybe after all Orion did something that made you happier than a badly knitted quilt.  

Peter found the whole term of black cat curse drastically different, they weren’t about bad luck after all. 

[comics-at-dawn]

understandable

[marvels-bitch-boy]

Scarlet Spiders

Chapter 4: Something Amiss

Word Count: 3.9K

Masterlist , Chapter 5: Reflections

Being alone isn’t something foreign to Degan. It had been only around two weeks since landing here and attempting to find a place in this new world. He had gotten curious one night on patrol. Sitting on a ledge of a corporate office he overlooked a gallery of windows and lights, he saw the different lives on display in front of him like a tv show. Each one showed something that he felt he was missing. A window on the twenty-third floor had a small family of four having a late movie night, the kids began to dance around as the credits played and the parents cheered them on with bright smiles, he thought of what he missed -a family. The window on the seventeenth floor had a couple holding each other and gazing out towards the city, he thought of who he missed -her. His MJ. 

These thoughts led to him opening his phone and googling something that made his brain feel like it was going to explode. He didn’t know what he expected to find in this search but what he did find made him decide to end the night there. He snuck into an empty loft near the school and did something else he thought might clear his head. The cold concrete beneath his skull and the white ceiling staring back at him as he lay there began to occupy his mind. They seemed to distract him long enough to come back to the root of his twisting stomach with a clear mind. He reached back for his phone and the bright screen blinded him like freshly powered snow in direct sunlight. It took him a moment before he reopened the search engine he had used prior and double-checked the results. 

Claire King and Samsen King. Alive. Married. 

Those names had been seared into his brain the moment his mother surrendered him. The day his dad died he knew he couldn’t forget it, the man didn’t have any other family except his son. Degan was all he had and he wasn’t going to let him be forgotten. Her name, however, he wanted to remember the name of the woman who didn’t want him. The one who threw him to the wolves of the world without a second thought. They were together without him. Without Degan, they were happy, and alive. His brain began to jump from each thought like a cat leaping from object to object. They were better off without him. The team seemed better without him. She seemed to be doing just fine without him. 

- - -

No. I am not that unstable. Don’t even jump there. 

- - -

He found himself standing in the back of the gym during class. The rest of his peers were doing laps. Degan was currently snapping back to reality, his legs seemed to be on autopilot the entire first half of the day. As he stood there the entire reason for his mind feeling like a cloud of fog came rushing through. He felt the tears begin to well in his eyes like a glass of water filled to the brim, threatening to spill. He whips his head as fast as he can to locate the nearest door. He closes his eyes hard to keep his tears in, holding a stoic face he crossed the room to the first door he spotted. He walked at a pace that was fast as his legs could move, he didn’t care if he caught attention all he wanted was to leave. To be alone. The way he’s always been.

On the other side of the room two people on opposite sides of the social pyramid had their eyes on him all day. Studying him as he moved through the hallway, the lack of eye contact he made all day, the way he sat -numb- during classes barely moving and barely living. He seemed to operate like a robot. Only one however felt the need to go after him. She felt it deep down somewhere in her gut she felt it tugging towards him. Facing the outside, she felt the cold new york air hit her. Looking around she saw him rounding a corner of the gym. She followed him and stopped when she saw him pressed against the wall with his knees to his chest. His breathing was rapid and he couldn’t seem to stop it. She saw the tears falling and hitting the pavement between his feet. She felt the need again, to go to him, do something to try and fix whatever he was feeling. 

Sitting down next to him she found herself silent. He lifted his head and only looked forward. She stayed silent. Letting him choose when to talk. Chose when to open up. 

Finally, he spoke. “Why’d you follow me?” his tone was curious and guarded. As if her answer would pierce his heart. She thought for a moment before she spoke “I don’t know… wanted to see what you were gonna do -or if you needed directions”. Right. This was only his second week here, everyone assumed he still didn’t know the lay of the land. Deciding to play into this he responded as he would have before he had met her. “I don’t need directions. I don’t need anyon-thing,” he finally looked at her and he was flooded with memories. “-I just… I found out something and I reacted unusually. I’m fine now” he stood up and decided to avert his gaze from her. Just looking at her was difficult. “Well, when you wanna stop being a dick-” she also stood up “I’m Michelle” she turned around and began to walk away. He was now reminded of why exactly he was drawn to her in the beginning. Kicking himself in the ass he shouted out to her “Degan!…-I’m Degan,” she stopped and turned around to face him. “Thank you, I don’t want to be a dick -especially to you, I’m sorry” She looked him in the eyes and could see that he was genuine. The tip of her mouth lifted slightly and she stopped herself even more. “Don’t be, I’d say the same thing” and with that, she left. 

- - -

Okay… so, did I have alittle crying session? Yes. It’s a very healthy thing! You’d do it too! I mean I found myself in a situation that honestly I hope no one else ever has. And my not-girlfriend who doesn’t know she was my girlfriend decided to come to find me. Fuck. I didn’t want to get close to her. I wanted to stay far away and just keep her safe. Just until I could go home. Until I could be with her again. 

OH MY GOD! I sound so boring and serious! You know what! Let's get back on track to the fun stuff huh!... I don’t wanna bore you, you didn’t listen to my story for the emotional wreck I am. You listen for the cool badass stuff I do. 

Right? 

- - -

A few days later Degan was swinging through the sky, he wanted to clear his mind because all he could think about was MJ. Why she followed him, why she took an interest in him? He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Stopping off at a small patio he sat and took a moment. Which is all it ended up being as he soon heard the sound of metal clanging and shifting followed by a few screams. Rushing into action Degan slung himself towards the noise and his spider sense rang like a fire alarm through his whole body. He ducked out of the way and found a pair of chrome stilt legs shooting at him. “No. Fucking. Way.” he laughed as he saw the full ensemble that stood in front of him. A man who looked like Sandy from Spongebob with legs as long as lamp posts stood before him in solid chrome. It was hilarious. His leg lifted up and shot towards Degan who jumped back “please tell me your name is-” an arm swung at him and Degan retaliated by shooting webs across his chest and propelling himself forward like a human bullet. “AT-” he grunts as he pushes off his chest and attaches to the brick of a building. “AT… You literally look so dumb, dude” he couldn’t stop laughing at the sight he was facing.

“What is wrong with you? You insect!” the heightened man yelled out as he turned around and with that Degan plummeted towards the street and used his momentum to web one of the long legs in front of him. Pulling an idea from a classic he began to wrap his webbing around the man's legs and once he regained his original momentum he ran up the front of the man before reaching his glass helmet and pushing off with all his force. This sent the man back towards the pavement with a scream while Degan let out a laugh. 

Webbing the man's arms in place he sat on his chest during the 5 mins it took for officers to arrive, he decided to strike up a conversation. “Soo… you lose fights often?” 

“Not to an idiot like you!” his helmet began to fog up as he yelled at the boy sitting on his chest. “You got lucky this time, next time I’ll beat you… just you wait! Stilt-Man isn’t finished!” he felt a blow to his ego as Degan doubled over laughing at his sentence. Attempting to speak through his laughter “No-... dude- HA- there is no way-... OH MY GODahhhh- YOU’RE NAME IS STILT-MAN!?!?-” this proved to be difficult “I mean.. Seriously? -you know what… thank you man, I needed this…” getting up he made his way to glass helmet, lifting his mask to reveal his mouth he fogged up the outside and with his finger drew a smiley face. He gave “Stilt-Man” one last smile before he walked off towards his favourite view of central park. 

He had some cash on him and decided to hit up a vendor close by, the umbrella that stood over it grabbed his attention. As soon as he got to the man he spoke in his best voice. “I’ll take one sir” The look on the vendor's face made Degan give a genuine smile under his mask. This city wasn’t that much different than his own. As he was handed the dog his other hand produced the bills to pay for it but the man refused. “Spidey… I can’t, not for you” Degan Shook his head and asked the man a question “what’s your usual spot?” the man responded and Degan made a mental note. He offered the man a handshake and then webbed the bills under the umbrella and scaled the building he was looking for. 

Sitting there he found himself thinking about his New York. His city. The nights he spent on patrol with MJ in his ear telling him about her day as dodged punches and webbed Maggia to walls. Hartley and him challenging the other to competitions solely for the chance to win a free hotdog from the other. Those were the moments he missed the most. Now he was alone again. He found grappling with this concept to be much more difficult than he imagined it would be. Jumping back into who he was before he had a family before he had love, it was something that made his throat fill with bile. 

Stop. 

This was who he was before them, he just has to remember how it was, the freedom he had. He could do anything in the city and no one would care, he didn’t go home for three days and no one even noticed. One time he didn’t speak in school for a full week and the only person who noticed was the kid who would cheat off him in physics. No one cared. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of faint footsteps, the tingling in the back of his brain was faint. He stayed still and waited for the steps to get closer.  They didn’t. He figured whoever this was planned only on watching him. So he decided to speak. “The view is better from where I’m sitting” he turned his head and saw the figure. It was the cat. “Or, are you afraid of falling from the ledge? -you’ll just land on your feet though” he cracked a smile at his own joke and then turned his eyes back to the greenery in front of him. Her steps started up again and he found that he had company now. 

She didn’t pay the view any mind instead she kept her eyes on him and spoke inquisitively “What's with the suit? You didn’t have it on last night?” Degan sat up straighter and didn’t answer. “Now the silent treatment…” she leaned closer to his ear “very unlike you spider” he huffed as he lowered his mask over his mouth and looked at her. He was about to speak, about to tell her how little she knows about him, about how he isn’t even the hero she thinks he is. Instead, he just took her in. He took in her appearance, the type of material her suit was made of, the style of it, the intricate detailing added for just her -she didn’t account for someone who also has an eye for detail. He liked it. He took in the platinum hair that sat on her head, from a distance you might think it was dyed but this close he was able to see the line of the wig. She was calculated, hiding her identity through something as simple as her hair.  “I’m not your spider…” 

“Please, we both know you have a soft spot for me” She remained as close to him, she may have even gotten closer by what felt like a subatomic particle. He remained frozen as he processed what she said. His words definitely meant something different to her. “Both of us know this? Cuz I feel alittle left out of the loop” She tilted her head at him, examaning everything abiut him. It was almost like she was looking past his mask. Her hand went to his arm and she felt the material of hs suit. The pattern almost blended into the rest of his suit. She looked at his hands. Her ‘Spider’ would figit with his hands, his fingers would move as though they were tracing an invisible pattern. These hands that she was looking at were still, they rested against the concrete edge with ease. “Do you need a refresher? I’d be happy to help” she grabbed the edge of his blue hoodie. “I’d love to swipe this sometime…” his hand finally moved and grabbed her wrist. “I-uh I…” Degan felt a new emotion stir inside of him, he was hesitant to tell her. Tell her he wasn’t Spider-Man. She spoke for him as his mind froze “Don’t worry-” she leaned in close “I’ll wait till it’s on my floor” Now he was frozen for a completely different reason. He let go of her wrist and stood up faster than he ever has before. “Look, you- you really don’t know me! Like-seriously don’t know me…” he took a few steps back “I’m not who you think I am- really really not who you think I am.” 

She stood up and from afar she began to notice the differences that she was blind to before. His build was different, he was taller… the way he stood was with more confidence. The way he was even looking at her was different. “Holy shit” she breathed the words out as she thought it over. A smirk creeped up on her face, a glint appeared in her eyes as she looked at him like a kid who just got a new toy “There’s two of you…” she took a step closer to him now “Who are you?”  Degan gave her a look that anyone in a mask that is asked that question would give. Seriously? She rolled her eyes at the tilt of his head “Ugh- you know what I mean” 

He was taken aback by her reaction. Actually her lack of a reaction “uh um -Scarlet- The Scarlet Spider” there was a smile under his mask. He felt relieved. He also took a step forward. “I do have a question for you though…” they stayed at this distance now. Only a few feet from each other. “Who are you? -The cops only called you Cat…” he shrugged at her “I’d like to get more”  She kept her smile as she answered him. “Black Cat…The Black Cat” she said it with a tone of mockery, not the malicious type… the friendly kind of mockery. Degan felt a wave of confidence and walked back to the edge. He took his seat and faced the sunset, he gestured the spot next to him and waited. “Maybe we can talk?”  He wanted to connect with someone as who he really was, with someone who might understand the double life… but that's the thing, now he’s living three different lives, the Degan he once was, the version he has to play for everyone now, and the scarlet spider. 

- - -

Okay, I know this was alittle sappy… but it was nice. Honestly, we sat there and talked for an hour. I didn’t really care that she was a thief -now I know that sounds kinda bad. But there was something about her. I learned why she steals. She learned why I wear my mask. The thing was though, I still felt so lonely. I just felt a darkness. 

Shit man. I have to stop this, gotta get back on track… I’ll tell you about what I’m doing in the loft instead.  

- - -

Now, it’s only been three weeks of living in this abandoned loft but rigging it to get power was simple, and all he had to do was sneak into the basement to turn on the water. So he’d consider that he was living pretty large now. He had a collection of blankets he’d gotten from goodwill bins and F.E.A.S.T. laying in a corner on the floor as a bed. There was a single chair he used with two milk crates stacked on top of each other acting like a table. He landed on the roof of the building and went behind a series of vents where he housed his bag of clothes. Changing and then finally being able to enter the building he made his way to the loft with his backpack. As he entered the dark entryway he felt a sense of loneliness creep its way up on him. The room was quiet, the sound of the city acted as background noise while he walked to the kitchen. Opening the fridge he found what he had left from his last grocery run and went to the small pantry he made. He had “borrowed” some pots and pans from the school cooking class and began to make a small serving of pasta. Slicing up the leftover Italian sausage he added it to the small saucepan that was on low heat with a dab of oil. He waited for them to brown and flipped them, the smell of the spices and meat brought back a memory of him and MJ at his small apartment the day he moved in. 

She had run down to the small convenience store at the bottom of his building and picked out the simplest meal that still felt fancy. Degan was upstairs building his bed before he got distracted and decided to set up his tv. His couch from the tower wouldn’t be moved for another day so he placed his pillows on the floor against the wall and sat. Tony kicked him out because they had been having many fights over how the team should operate in the field, Degan didn’t like the direction the old Avengers were headed. So he left. Bruce helped him find an apartment and paid it off for him. After all, Degan still helped out with research for free and hiring someone else would cost way more than what he was paying in rent for the boy. MJ came in and saw him sitting in silence. She knew about what had happened with the team and she knew how hard the last year had been. So she sat too. She held his hand and he closed his eyes as he tried not to cry. He sniffed up any tears he had and stood with a smile as he reached out his hand. They cooked the meal together in what must have been the smallest kitchen in the city and ate together on the floor while the Tv ran an old sitcom. They were too busy smiling and laughing at each other as they ate to care about the rest of the world. 

However, now he found himself sitting in the folding chair alone. The light had broken a few days ago so he still sat in the dark, the lights of a billboard nearby illuminated him slightly. He felt the small tears prickle at his eyes and wiped them away vigorously. He had to stop letting himself do this, dwell on a past that doesn’t exist now. It didn’t feel right. 

- - -

Standing on the edge of the old Stark Tower. That's where he found himself this time. A pigeon sat on an antenna nearby. He was so high up, he felt a breeze hit him and just like the pigeon he didn’t move from his spot. Ripping off his mask he let the air hit his face, being away from all the people and places that reminded him of where he truly was, he finally let a tear fall. It drifted slowly down his face and the trail of it felt ice cold as the wind blew on. “I hate this place” he spoke in a broken voice that he hadn’t used since his mom left him. “Why did this happen to me? Why am I being forced to live in a world where everyone seems to be happier… but- but I don’t even exist?” no response. It wasn’t like he expected one. That’s the whole reason why he decided this was the best place to be. No one could hear him, no one could pity him, or try to understand what he was going through. Because here at least he was alone through his own control, whatever part of the universe that did this to him robbed him of that choice. 

“I honestly feel like there is no way I can win right now, I lead a life that could again be taken away within a second, could cause the whole multiverse to collapse in on itself, fall through another sinkhole and end up dead… I could go back to my universe and end up forgotten. This is one cosmic joke that seems to just get better.” His tears now flowed like water from his eyes. “I just want this all to end…” he spoke softly now and the words came from the deepest part of his heart “I finally felt like I belonged in that world -I felt- I felt loved for once…" he took a breath as he gathered his words “I just want it back…” He moved back from the edge of his seat and curled his legs into his chest. He began to sob as the sun lowered itself from the skyline. 

[thealtoduck]

Siren sounds (Part 1: The Chase)

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, superhero violence, actual violence, blood, crying, you and Peter attack each other, injuries…

Male Black Cat!Reader: Masterlist

Summary: After seeing that priceless jewelry would be on display at a museum, you’re itching to get them in your claws on it but a certain spandex dressed hero won’t let that happen…

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”Hey Y/n” A familar voice came from behind you.

You turned your attention from your locker to look at Peter. ”What’s up Peter?” you said. ”I just wondered if you’re free on Saturday?” Peter asked shyly. The two of you had been friends and hooking up for a while now.

Yet everytime he asked you to hang out, it was like he became this shy little boy asking his crush on a date. ”Sorry Peter, I’m going to the museum to see the jewelry display” you told him.

”I didn’t know were interested in jewelry” Peter said. You smiled and said simply ”Well… you know, like mother, like son”.

”You can join me if you want, it’d be fun with some company” you said before Peter could read too much in to your previous statement. ”Sure, sounds fun” Peter said.

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Peter’s pov…

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Peter had made up his mind, he had decided he wanted to become more than just friends with benefits and was going to ask you to become his boyfriend. And the museum would be the perfect opportunity.

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Saturday…

Peter met up with Y/n outside of the Museum. As the two entered Y/n was looking about the museum, with a facial expression Peter couldn’t really recognize. He typed some things in to his phone before he said ”Okay, let’s go”.

As they walked through the museum, Peter tried to make conversation but Y/n seemed distracted, he was glancing around and typing on his phone. Peter wanted to ask about it but didn’t want to seem intrusive.

Soon Y/n started acknowledge him as they stopped to look at some paintings and Peter decided to ask ”Are you okay? You seem distracted”. Y/n looked almost nervous, he usually never was and said ”Yeah sorry, it’s just… everyone is texting me today and I don’t wanna leave them hanging just in case it’s something important”.

Suddenly Y/n became a lot more social with him, though still occasionally glancing at his phone. Soon they found what they came for, a room of white podiums displaying various types of jewelry. Something sparkled in Y/n eyes as they entered.

A look Peter recognized well appeared on Y/n’s face, longing. Y/n walked closer as the brunette boy followed closely behind. Y/n looked at a big ornate diamond necklace on display. He was getting as close to it as security measures would let him.

”I would do anything to get my hands on something like this” Y/n said as if in a hypnotic trance. Peter smiled it was nice seeing Y/n that transfixed by something. He usually acted above it all.

”If I had the money I’d have bought it for you” Peter said fondly. Y/n broke out of his trance and turned back too to Peter, he seemed genuinely touched by Peter’s words. ”Really?” he asked. ”Yeah, though I have a couple of millions lefts to go” Peter then added.

Y/n kept smiling and threw his arms around Peter in a unexpected embrace. Peter wasn’t sure what to say next. The other boy then planted a kiss on his cheek which made Peter blush. As Y/n let him go he grabbed Peter’s hand and said ”Just the thought that you’d do that for me is enough”.

The two still holding hands then continued to walk around to look at the other jewelry. They finished their walk through the museum and exited it. Peter never had the chance to ask you to be his boyfriend.

He didn’t want to ruin the moment as the two of you spent time together. ”Wanna get some dinner? My treat” Peter offered. But Y/n looked a bit apologetic and said ”Sorry, I have important plans tonight but I’m really happy you came to the museum with me”.

Y/n brought Peter into another embrace and kissed him on the lips this time. ”You’re really special to me Peter, I hope you know that” Y/n said, giving Peter butterflies. ”I have to go now” Y/n said as he let go of their embrace. ”Goodbye Peter” Y/n said. ”Bye Y/n” Peter said still at a loss for words from what you had said to him.

He wanted to run after you and pull you in to another embrace and tell you he loved you and that he wanted you to be his boyfriend. But the more he spent time thinking, the further away you walked and soon you were out of sight.

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Your pov…

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You made your way to the storage unit that you used as a base. It was time to start making the plan for a break in to the museum to get your hands on the jewels. You read all the notes you had taken on the security while you and Peter were there and spent the next few nights drawing up a flawless plan.

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In the dead of night, or as dead as Queens could get at night. You made your way sneakily over the rooftops. For once not hoping on a meeting with Spider-Man, you needed to focus. This would be you biggest job yet and he would just be trouble.

You reached the museum, you broke open the vent system and lowered yourself down the vent using your grappling hook. You crawled silently towards the security room, you’d have to turn off the cameras and alarms before getting the jewelry.

You knew there’d probably be a security guard there you’d have to deal with. You found the security room and glanced through the vent grate. Seeing the guard sitting and watching the screens of differently angled security cameras.

He already seemed half asleep so this wouldn’t be a problem at all. You opened the vent grate and dropped a smoke bomb in to it. The guard noticed it but the the smoke bomb went off and you dropped down in to the room.

”Who’s there? Show yourself” the guard said but you round-house kicked him knocking him uncouncious to the ground. You sliver taped his arms and legs and went to the computer. You turned off the security camera’s and alarm.

You made your way towards your target and entered the display room. You walked towards the podium carrying the necklace and extended the claws on your gloves. You raised your hand and started cutting a hole in the glas box covering it.

Soon you could fish out the necklace from the display. Then you went about the room picking the jewelry out of each box putting it in your bag. Then it was time for your escape, the roof had a giant skylight.

You decide you wanted a dramatic exit, you threw one of your explosives up letting it stick to the glass and…

BOOM!

You knew you should’ve left silently but come on, what’s a heist without a dramatic exit. You shot your grappling hook out of the rooftop and swung yourself out of the room.

As you got back on the rooftop you saw someone and unwanted arachnid waiting for you.

”You know… I think it might be after visiting hours” Spider-Man joked.

You had been hoping he’d be busy tonight, you weren’t in a headspace to joke back and just said ”Just shut up” and you threw one of your EMP grenades at him hoping to cut off his use of his webslingers.

You took off running, leaping to another building as you heard him take chase behind you. In the distance you heard the sirens on the street, probably someone who had called in about your ”exit strategy”.

You could tell Spider-Man was getting closer. You needed something to get rid of him. You dropped a set of marbles behind you. But he didn’t fall for that one (again) and dodged them. You were basically put of new tricks to get rid of him and the jewelry was heavier to carry than you’d planned.

As you jumped the gap between two buildings you felt Spider-Man tackling you in the air causing the two of you to not stick the landing and fall on the rooftop…

And it wasn’t a comfortable landing at all.

As you stood up something felt off, you weren’t hurt it was something different, a feeling… a cold feeling on your face. Then you caught a faint glance of your mask a couple of feet in front of you on the ground.

You would have run to get it but the figure clothed in red and blue was standing over it and staring at you.

”Y-Y/n?” Spider-Man said.

His voice echoed in your head and your stomach dropped.

Maybe you had hit your head, had you heard him right. Your mind went blank.

You blinked trying to make sure you weren’t seeing stuff but no. Spider-Man had seen your face. You only stared at him before something clicked and hit you like shot in the heart.

He said your name… He knew your name.

Who’s voice did it sound like? Wait, he’s always kinda sounded like…

”Peter?” you asked. You weren’t sure you had ever felt fear before in your life until now at what answer might awaiten you.

”Peter, is that you?” you asked again but felt like you already knew the answer. Spider-Man pulled the mask of his face revealing the brown haired boy you adored so much.

You were both silent for a while until Peter found himself asking ”Why Y/n?”. You of course knew what he was referring to. ”Because I don’t know, it just feels good” you said.

”You’re a criminal” he stated.

”Like mother, like son” you answered emptily.

”Look I can’t do this with you now, we’ll talk later” you said trying to walk past Peter but he grabbed your wrist and said ”Where are you going?” Peter said hesitantly. ”Peter, let go” you commanded.

”Peter, let me go” you repeated.

”No” Peter said a coldness in his tone. You tried to pull your arm out of his grip but it was set like stone. ”Fine, speak up then” you said starting to get annoyed. But Peter was quiet it was something else. Then your mind went back to what he had said, he called you a criminal.

He was trying to decide if he should hand you into the police or not.

”Peter, let me go now” you said starting to feel anger rising inside you. No answer. You couldn’t tell if fear or anger took over, maybe both but you impulse kicked in and you slashed your claws over his hand making him let go of you in pain as you tried to run away.

His webbing grabbed you, he pulled making you fall backwards, you cut the webbing with your claws and stood up. You stood on opposite sides of the rooftop and stared each other down. He wasn’t gonna let you go until he knew what to make of this.

”I don’t know why you’re acting like you’re the only one who was lied to” you said to him.

You then remembered all the trouble Spider-Man had caused you, sure your chases had been fun but ultimately just been an obstacle.

Then you remembered your mom, the original Black Cat, who you had planned to break out by stealimg blue prints of the prison but Spider-Man-… Peter had gotten in your way, ruining your chances.

Soon all you heard was the beating of your heart and siren sounds echoing between buildings, you made your choice. You took of your bag with the jewelry and let it fall to the ground, it’d only be in the way.

You ran towards Peter, he ran towards you, you raised a hand and swiped your claws at him, he dodged. He threw a punch, you parried and managed to get in a kick on his back.

He managed to stay standing and threw another jab at you managing to get you on the upper chest. And so you continued battling each other. Both of your styles relying heavily on your quick and strong acrobatic skills, making it hard for the other to even get a hit in.

Then it happened.

It was like a lightnig strike straight to side of your face. You fell to the ground as pain stung on the right side of your face. He was stronger than one would think. It made it feel like your head was shaking.

”Y/n?” you heard Peter’s voice, now sounding conserned. He ran to your side and sat down beside you. ”Y/n, I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful” he apologized tears forming in his eyes.

Once again anger and fear took over you and you attacked him once again, sinking your claws deep in to his stomach. Making him let out a suprised groan of pain. You pulled out your claws to see them coated in blood.

Suddenly a different feeling hit you… guilt.

You had stabbed him.

You tears stung in your eyes as you both started crying. You both sat on the rooftop in complete silence except from you occaisional sobs out of one of you.

You stood up.

Walked over to your bag full of jewelry and picked it up. You then threw it back on the ground letting it land in front of Peter.

”Here, take it, return it or whatever” you said and aimed your grappling hook towards a building to swing back to your base. This was over.

You then heard Peter try to talk ”I-”. You turned back to look at him. ”I loved you” he finshed and it felt like your heart was shattered into a million pieces. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer instead you fired your grappling hook and left him.

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As you got home you went straight up to your room, not even greeting your dad who was watching tv in the living room. You pulled of your clothes leaving you in your underwear and you studied yourself in the mirror.

Bruises randomly distributed on your body from the fight, but the clearest one was the one displayed on the right side of your face.

You pulled on a hoodie and sweatpants and fell back on your bed staring up at the ceiling. You where somewhere between wanting to cry and wanting to scream but did neither. You were completely lost in your own head.

For the first time in your life it felt like you’d truly lost a battle

The infallible Y/n L/n had fallen.

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Golden Retriever, Black Cat

Paring: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (Golden Retriever energy x Black Cat energy)

Summary: Based on this request + a lewd comment that a guy made about me in a skirt when I was 16. 

Word Count: Roughly 1.6k 

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, some cursing, mentions of jumping bones, a misogynistic comment from a co-worker 

Author’s Note: Just a cutesy little story for you. If you have a specific idea in mind that you would like for me to work on, please let me know :)

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After getting home and slipping your shoes off, you huffed, immediately looking for Peter. Your Peter. 

You found him in the kitchen. Looking deliciously handsome as always, you wanted to jump his bones, almost forgetting about your annoyance.

You grumbled and greeted him with whispered words and a tight hug.

Noting that you were uncharacteristically quiet, he gave you a small smile. “Hi, bug. How was your day?”

That’s all you need to hear to go off on a tangent.

“And then,” you said, throwing your hands up, “this asshole, this fucking buffoon, had the audacity to tell me I didn’t know what I was talking about and procceded to mansplain the topic to me. Me!” You spun around, narrowing your eyes at him as though Peter was the one who had offended you. “Can you believe that? I’ve studied for years, and he spoke over me like I was some kid who didn't know the difference between a psychology term and a pizza topping. The nerve of that dickhead.”  

Peter leaned casually against the counter, his glasses slipping down his nose, and he rested them on the counter. He observed you with that soft, amused smile that made his brown doe eyes sparkle, listening to your every word. His arms were crossed, his posture relaxed, but you could see how his lips twitched as he held back a laugh.  

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he said, his voice warm and patient. “You’re always right. We should all be grateful to be in your presence.”  

You froze mid-pace and whirled around, narrowing your eyes at him. “Don’t patronize me, Parker,” you snapped, your voice sharp, like a hiss from a cat whose tail had been stepped on.  

Peter pushed off the counter, that damn grin still tugging at the corners of his mouth as he took a step closer. “I’m not,” he said with a soft chuckle, his voice dropping into something impossibly sweet. “I just think you’re perfect. My pretty girl.”  

Your cheeks flared with heat. Even in the middle of a rant, Peter knew how to both fluster you and ease your blood pressure. 

But you, being you, never liked to immediately give him the satisfaction of seeing you melt. It would only grow his massive ego.

You crossed your arms defensively, your cheeks puffing out in a soft pout. “Stop calling me that,” you muttered, eyes darting anywhere but his. You couldn’t handle the intensity of his gaze.  

“Why?” Peter tilted his head as he closed the space between you. His fingers, warm and gentle, tilted your chin up. Your resolve faltered as you looked into his warm brown eyes. “You are my pretty girl. My bug. My sweetheart.” His voice was teasing, but there was so much affection behind it that you couldn’t help but feel your defenses crumbling.  

“Ugh, you’re impossible,” you grumbled, turning your face away slightly to hide your smile from him. The last thing you wanted was for him to know that he was winning.  

Peter, of course, noticed anyway. He always did. That beautiful, beautiful fucker.

He laughed, that melodic sound that made your heart do summersaults, and pulled you into his arms. His big, warm hands settled against your back, pulling you close as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Your tried your hardest not to bury your face in his warm sweater. His scent. You didn’t know how much longer you could resist jumping on him.

“And you’re my favorite person,” he murmured against your hair, his voice so soft and steady it felt like a heartbeat in your chest. “Even when you’re grumpy.”  

“I’m not grumpy,” you muttered half-heartedly, the words losing all meaning as you melted into his embrace.  

“Whatever you say, bug,” Peter teased, squeezing you a little tighter. You rolled your eyes, but when he tilted your chin up again and kissed your forehead, all you could do was sigh.  

He melted off all of the anger from your body. Almost.

You were still annoyed by what the asshole said to you.

"I should have punched that sorry excuse for a human in the face for what he said to me when I was walking out." You whispered into his chest, not expecting him to hear you.

But your boyfriend had spidey senses.

Peter’s smile faltered, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What was that, bug?” His arms tightened around you slightly, the protective shift in his energy not lost on you.  

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, biting the inside of your cheek. You hated admitting when something bothered you, but Peter’s gentle yet intense stare made it impossible to brush him off.  

“What did he say?” Peter persisted, his voice low, almost dangerous.  

You tried to shrug it off, trying to mask your vulnerability under his scrutiny. “It’s nothing, Pete. I handled it. Told him off before I walked out. It doesn’t matter. I’m just being pissy.”  

But Peter didn’t let go. His hands remained firmly on your waist, and his eyes bore into yours, unyielding. “Bug,” he said, his voice quieter but no less intense. “That’s not ‘nothing.’ What exactly did he say?”  

You hesitated, your heart thumping louder than your words. You knew how protective Peter could be. His love could feel like a force of nature when it came to you.  

“He said...” you trailed off, your voice dropping to a whisper. “He said I was only good for my ass in a skirt.”  

Peter’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. His body stiffened. The gentle, golden retriever energy that usually defined him shifted into something possessive and protective. His jaw tightened as he swallowed hard, his grip on you becoming more solid like he was anchoring you against the storm rising within him.  

The muscles in his arms flexing, but never to cause you pain. He stepped back, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “That’s not okay,” he muttered, pacing now, clearly worked up. “No one gets to talk to you like that. Not ever.”  

You crossed your arms, leaning against the counter, watching him pace. “What are you gonna do, swing by his office in the suit and web him to the wall?”  

“If I have to, yes,” Peter retorted without missing a beat. His voice was firm, his tone serious, and his golden retriever energy took on a new intensity. “He’s scum for disrespecting you like that, he’s lucky I wasn’t there.”  

You snorted, your cheeks warming at his protectiveness, though your sarcasm couldn’t help but bleed through. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? A total goofball. A clown. No! The whole damn circus, Pete.”  

Peter turned back to face you, his playful grin reappearing. “Maybe,” he said, stepping closer again, his hands cupping your face this time, his large, warm palms practically enveloping you. “But you’re my girl. No one gets to talk about you like that.”  

The softness in his voice made your sarcasm catch in your throat, and for a moment, you were simply still, surrendering to his care. You melted under his touch, your black cat energy momentarily vanishing in the face of his gentle love.  

“You’re too good for me, Parker,” you murmured, your eyes downcast.  

“Not true,” Peter said immediately, tilting your face so you couldn’t escape his gaze. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Life would lose all of its meaning without you.”  

You sighed, finally leaning into him, your grumpy exterior cracking more. “Fine,” you muttered. “But if you’re gonna be this annoyingly sweet, at least don’t stand there looking stupidly handsome.”  

Peter laughed, and you felt yourself soften even further. “You’re impossible,” he said, pulling you into another hug. His golden retriever warmth surrounded you once more, and all you could do was let yourself sink into the comfort of his arms.  

“And you love it,” you teased, your lips curling up into a grin.  

“Always,” Peter said, kissing the top of your head as he held you close, his love wrapping around you like the safest, warmest blanket you could ever imagine. 

Later that night, you were cooking dinner and Peter silently snuck up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rested his chin on top of your head.

You sighed, leaning back into him.

“What’re you making, bug?” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, easing away any leftover tension in your body.

“Spaghetti and meatballs,” you hummed as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Everything felt perfectly calm for a moment, just the sound of bubbling sauce and the warmth of his embrace.

That peace didn’t last long. It never has since Peter Parker stumbled into your life.

Peter spun you around to face him in one swift motion, his hands sliding lower along your sides.

“That guy was a prick for saying that about you,” he said flatly.

Peter’s grin shifted to something more playful as he looked you up and down. His large, warm hands squeeze you through your yoga pants. “But I will say, because I can say, that your ass is lovely.”

Your cheeks instantly turned pink, and you swatted at him with the dish towel. “Pete!”

He laughed a carefree sound that made your heart flutter. “What? I’m just admiring the view. My view. My favorite view.”

You rolled your eyes, but despite the teasing, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips.

Peter Parker was going to be the death of you. Oh, but what a way to go out.

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Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 5

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy! Reader

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Warnings: Unwanted kiss, Angst, Fluff, Sexual Tension, enemies to lovers, slowish burn, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Angry with Miguel for ruining her date, Felicia gives him the silent treatment. Now that training is over Felicia does field work, bumping into an old foe causing everything to go wrong.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

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Nueva York, Earth 838

Felicia’s been able to successfully avoid Miguel for the past week, too angry and humiliated to even look at him. If he's in the cafeteria, she’ll skip lunch, if he's talking to Jessica, she'll be hiding until he leaves. Even worse, Web-Slinger has been avoiding her like the plague. Felicia really was attracted to Web-Slinger and enjoyed his company, so she was hoping they'd at least be friends, but since that traumatizing night, he’s been doing the same thing to her as Felicia has been doing to Miguel. 

All of this meant she had to shadow Jessica for the week, and as much as she loved Felicia, she was gonna go crazy if she had to endure another rant about how huge of a douchebag Miguel is. Luckily, she was able to survive the week and move on from this disaster of a month. 

“We are all so proud of each and every one of you,” Jessica said in front of the recruits. “As of today, you are all part of the Spider-Society.” The sounds of cheers and clapping echo through the gym as the heroes celebrate. “When you can, please talk with LYLA to get your missions and schedule your placements.” 

“Congratulations, recruits,” Miguel speaks up, standing behind Jessica. 

While everyone celebrates, Felicia walks out without a word. Miguel can't help but notice the change in behavior since he caught her and Web-Slinger together. In a weird way, he missed bickering with the hot-headed woman. She was loud, obnoxious, stubborn, but brought so much life to a room. Since then, he hasn’t heard a word come out of her or seen that signature smirk on her face. 

Miguel frowns under his mask before deciding to push through the crowd of celebrating graduates. Once he steps out of the gym, he sees Felicia down the hall walking as she talks to LYLA. Miguel speeds up in an attempt to catch up with her. 

“Sir! Wanna get drinks with us?” A few recruits follow Miguel out of the gym. Unfortunately, this catches Felicia’s attention, prompting her to turn around to see Miguel 10 yards from her, making quick strides. 

Miguel curses to himself as she immediately turns her attention to her watch, pressing buttons, opening a portal, and running through, leaving Miguel a universe away. 

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New York, Earth-192

The cool breeze of the autumn night embraces Felicia as she lays on the rooftop of the building. When she was the Black Cat, she would come to this rooftop almost every night to listen to the jazz music from the club below. It was her safe place as she would normally bring a bottle of wine and play with her new jewels from the Tiffiny’s she robbed a few blocks down. Tonight, she was just here to unwind, to go back in time. 

Felicia sings along to the song as she plays with her hair. “So if you really love me, say yes, but if you don't, dear, confess, and please don't tell me, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps-” 

“I’ll always love listening to you on this rooftop,” a voice caused Felicia to jump, her heart pounding as she released her talons and swiftly aimed her webshooters in the direction from which the voice came.

Felicia's stomach churned at the sight of the Spider-Suit. “Why are you here, Peter?”

Peter chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension. “You've got the Spider-Man pose down perfectly.” He nodded to her stance, though Felicia's grip on her webshooters remained firm.

“Answer the question, Peter,” Felicia said through clenched teeth, her readiness to strike undiminished.

Peter raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “Woah, easy, cat! I’ve— I've been watching you. I hope that doesn't sound creepy.”

Felicia's eyes narrowed. “That's ridiculously creepy, Peter. I don't want anything to do with you.”

Before Peter could offer further explanation, the cacophonous sound of a car crash reverberated nearby, grabbing their attention. Without a second thought, Felicia executed a graceful backflip off the rooftop, swinging down to the accident site, with Peter following closely behind.

A semi-truck had run a red light, hitting several cars in the process. Three large men hop out of the truck and sprint down the street. While Spider-Man checks on the victims, Night-Spider books it down the street. As she got closer, she shot webs all over them to slow the men down before landing on the first man, digging her claws into his back, causing him to let out a screech.  

Once the man falls to the floor in agony, she quickly webs his limbs to the dirty sidewalk before attacking her next victim. This time, instead of running, the two decide to fight. The first one swings his fist at Night-Spider but her agility allows her to gracefully dodge it, landing a few jabs to the man's gut until he grabs her, flinging her into the street. 

Night-Spider groans before hastily jumping up. “Surrender now, and I'll go easy on you.” 

The two men chuckle before the second charges her. Night-Spider grabs his wrist, redirecting his punch into the taxi’s hood. As the man groans, Felicia uses her claws to slice into his biceps before getting tackled to the ground by the other criminal. 

The man sits on her stomach, punching her face until he sees blood. Night-Spider cried out, doing her best to web him and scratch him, but it was no use. She could feel her sturdy mask over her eyes beginning to break, as he landed punch after punch. 

Before it could break, the man was thrown off of Night-Spider. She could barely comprehend what was happening as she attempted to regain her breath. What she could hear were a series of punches and thwips before being picked up and whisked away. 

“Are you okay?” These were the only words she was able to make out through the ringing in her ears. 

A gloved hand caresses Night-Spider’s bloody face as she tries to focus on her senses.  “Miguel?” was all that she was able to grunt out. “Tha- thank you.” She coughs out, leaning into his gloved palm. 

The cracks in Night-Spider’s goggles made it difficult to see properly, causing the world to appear like a kaleidoscope. After a moment she was ultimately able to make out the figure holding her. 

“P-Peter?! Let me go!” Felicia shouts, pushing him away. 

Peter throws his hands up defensively as he takes a few steps backward. “Fine but we gotta go back and make sure the injured are okay.”

Felicia’s vision still blurred and head spinning, nodded in a daze, feeling a disorienting wave wash over her as she struggled to regain her footing.

“You okay?” Peter asked, concern etching his voice as he reached out for her, but the world still felt like it was tilting around her.

Felicia, her breath ragged, mustered the last of her strength, her anger flaring as she smacked his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed with a mixture of pain and fury before she vaulted off the building, her figure disappearing into the night as she descended to attend to the injured victims below.

As Night-Spider inspected everyone, a flood of flashing lights from cameras and reporters arrived at the scene, bombarding Night-Spider with questions, which she ignored to care for the victims. 

Night Spider rolled her eyes as Spider-Man posed for pictures and answered their question. She never remembered Spider-Man being so vain. Sure, Peter Parker could be at times but since they broke up, he’s changed. The reporters continued to press, with questions that ranged from intrusive to ludicrous:

“Are you two a couple?”

“How did you get your powers?” 

“When can we expect Spider-Babies?”

“Kiss for us!” 

Reporters shouted, irking Night-Spider. The swirling blue and red lights from the arriving police cars added to the chaotic atmosphere. The blinding flashes of cameras and microphones thrust toward her felt like an assault on her senses. Suddenly, She feels an arm wrap around her waist. In a split second, Spider-Man had dipped her, moving his mask up to kiss her. Felicia could barely comprehend everything that was happening and lights flashed rapidly and her shock froze her. 

Once Spider-Man breaks the kiss, Night-Spider immediately backs away, thwips a web to the nearest building, and rushes away from the scene.

"Sorry, she's shy," Spider-Man shrugged with an apologetic grin before swiftly departing in search of Felicia.

After a few minutes of searching, Peter found her on a quiet rooftop by the river. Silently, he landed beside her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” Felicia shouted, a surge of anger and fear coursing through her as she reacted by delivering a punch to Peter's face.

Peter rubbed his jaw, wincing. "Woah! Ouch! Your powers are definitely getting stronger," he observed.

“Why did you do that?” Felicia cried, her voice a mix of anger and vulnerability.

Peter took off his mask, revealing his earnest expression as he looked at Felicia through her shattered lenses. “I want to work things out between us.”

Felicia scoffs, turning away from him to look at the water below. “No, Peter. This isn’t like the last several times where we break up, you fuck MJ, get back together, and then you run right back to her!” 

“Felicia-“

“NO! Have you slept with MJ since we broke up?” The silence between the two became deafening, leaving the only thing to be heard was the sound of her pounding heart. “Fuck you,” Felicia says before turning to her watch and opening a portal. 

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Nueva York, Earth-838

It was late at night in Nueva York, which meant if anyone was up, they were at the bars upstairs, asleep, or on missions. Although, it was one of Miguel’s favorite moments of the night. Things were finally quiet, peaceful even which was a rarity in his line of work. Therefore Miguel would indulge himself by going to the cafe and making himself a drink, maybe grabbing himself a late-night snack before going back to his room to mope about life. 

However, this time it was different, as Miguel walked through the main hall to the living quarters, he heard the hum of a portal open, followed by a series of screams. Intrigued, he walks closer to inspect the situation. That’s when he found Felicia. 

“Ahhhh!” She screamed, throwing her destroyed mask and watch on the ground, and watching it shatter into a thousand pieces before letting out a scream of agony. Her body glitched and contorted forcing her hair to fall from its style. “You, son of a bitch!” She shouted, punching a hole into the column next to her.

As Miguel got closer, she turned just enough to see blood dripping from her face and onto her suit. Hastily, Miguel throws his items onto the table beside him, running to her aide. 

“Felicia!” Miguel jumps back as Felicia swings her fist at him, screaming. “Woah! Easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

Felicia looks through her bloody lashes, up at the startled man. Panting, she falls forward into his arms. “Miguel.” All she's able to muster. 

“What happened? Who did this to you?” He asks, using the sleeve of his navy sweater to wipe the blood from her face. 

“They're dealt with.” She gritted through her teeth. 

“What happened?” Miguel says sternly. 

“I had it handled, but then one caught me off guard and- and” Felicia uses everything in her to keep her emotions in check, but it's useless as the pain and heartbreak overtake her. “I couldn’t save myself. And then he- he- he kissed me, used me, broke my heart-”

Miguel shushes the hysterical woman, trying to ease her mind. “You’re safe. Want me to bring you home?”

Felicia jumps at Miguel’s words. “N-no! I can’t- I won't go back!” She lets out another scream as she glitches again, more painful than the time before.

“Okay, okay.” Miguel panics needing to get her a visitor’s band to replace the watch. “I have a spare room in my penthouse, are you okay with staying there? Otherwise, I can try to see if there's another available-”

“The spare room is fine,” Felicia says, her voice shaking with adrenaline. 

Miguel’s chest aches at the broken woman in his arms. “Okay. I'll take care of you.” 

Miguel picks Felicia up, taking her to his penthouse on the other side of the building. Once he arrives, the doors automatically slide open, revealing the nearly empty, bland living room. He takes Felicia up the steps to the room next to his. Miguel carefully lowers Felicia down onto the large bed before leaving the room.

“Miguel!” Felicia shouts, prompting him to peek back into the room. 

“Yes?”

“I don't wanna be alone right now.” She reluctantly says, feeling vulnerable. 

Miguel frowns, “I know, I’m just gonna get a band, a towel to clean you up, and something for you to change into. Is that okay?”

Felicia hesitantly nods, waiting patiently for Miguel to return. 

“Here’s an old shirt and some boxers.” He hands her before sitting next to her on the bed, placing the band on her wrist before bringing the damp towel up to her face.

“Ouch!” Felicia winced and then scowled, pushing past the pain. “You trynna hurt me, asshole?” she grumbled.

The city's ambient light from the window revealed Miguel's subtle smile in the dark room. “Someone’s feeling better,” he chuckled as he applied a special healing paste, his touch gentle as he worked on the cuts and gashes on her face. “Alright, time to change,” he said after placing the last bandage over Felicia's chin.

Miguel began to stand to give Felicia some privacy, but before he could move too far, her hand tugged at his arm, pulling him back. “You never seen a woman before or somethin'?”

Miguel rolled his eyes with a hint of amusement. “Yeah, you're healed.”

Felicia couldn't help but break into a small, appreciative grin, even though wincing at the pain from her cuts. She pressed the spider emblem on her chest, causing her suit to loosen. Miguel averted his eyes, politely studying the plain walls of the room. Felicia then unclasped her bra before draping the comically large shirt over herself. She removed the rest of her clothing, donning Miguel's boxers that became concealed by the shirt.

“You can look.” She teases. 

“Anything else I can get you?” He asks as he fluffs the pillow on the bed. 

“You've done plenty. T-thank you.” She says, looking away to hide herself. 

Miguel’s head turns to look at the Spider-Woman. “I didn’t realize you had manners.” 

“I’m the one who almost died, remember?” She snaps, throwing a pillow at his face. 

Miguel gives in, letting her win this time. “You're welcome.” He replies. “Goodnight, Felicia.”

Felicia watched as Miguel walked to the door, and just before he could close it, she softly whispered, “Goodnight, Miguel.” Miguel turned back, giving Felicia a small, warm smile before closing the door and returning to his room.

That night, in the dimly lit penthouse, the two of them stayed up for well over an hour. Their rooms stood side by side as they both gazed out of the wall-length windows at the glittering lights of the city’s skyline. They didn't move, didn't utter a sound; they simply allowed the stillness to envelop them, lost in their own thoughts and the unspoken something that lingered in the air.

Chapter 6

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