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Cat and Mouse Pt. 1

Summary : You're the notorious Black Cat, a cat-burglar who initially caught Spiderman's attention. Engaging in a thrilling cat-and-mouse game with the web-slinger, the stakes escalate when you stole from the Avengers, prompting them to send the Winter Soldier to capture you.

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x f!reader as Black Cat x Peter Parker

Tags : Eventual Smut, Witty, Cunning, Sly, Banter, Flirting, Teasing

Words : 11k+ (This is why I have to divide it into 2 parts lol)

A/N : Big thanks to @nayala for this fantastic request! Writing this story has been an absolute blast, especially with the witty and flirty banter between the characters. I've decided to spice things up by introducing Peter Parker, aka Spiderman, to the mix, considering Black Cat's connection to the Spiderverse. Quick heads up, Peter Parker here is 18, as there'll be plenty of playful flirting and teasing from the reader. But fear not, the smutty goodness will be reserved for our dear Bucky. Enjoy the ride!

You were the infamous black cat, an elusive thief that was known to be very dangerous and seductive. It was easy for you to sneak past any guard, get in and out without a trace, and have them clueless as to who was responsible for it all.

You had been following your father's footsteps, wanting to continue his legacy, and become the greatest cat burglar of all time. So far, you've made a name for yourself. However, there was a small problem that you faced. You met by one of the biggest and most troublesome obstacles yet. The ever famous Spider-Man.

You noticed he had been watching and following you for the last few heists. He thought you didn't know he was there, but you could sense his presence. You wondered when he would try and take you on. You pretended not to know, you wanted to play his little game. You were a master at this little game of hide and seek you had with him.

You could see the excitement and anticipation in his body language, the way he would move and watch you, his excitement only grew as he continued to follow you. He was getting more confident with his moves, as well. You couldn't help but to chuckle to yourself seeing him, "He's getting more bold," you mumbles to yourself while watching him swinging with his web, "and a little less sneaky."

One night, a particular target caught your attention. It was a ruby gemstone, the largest one of its kind in the world. It was so enticing, and you wanted to add it to your collection, so you went on your merry way to go get it. It was also the time has come for him to show himself and try and put an end to your little games.

"It's time," you said as you prepared to enter the store.

The night was young, and you could feel the electricity of the air as you snuck through the night. You climbed onto the roof of the jewelry store, making your way to a window, and slipped inside. You landed on your feet and immediately made your way to the door. You peeked outside, the coast was clear. You slowly opened the door and looked both ways. Once again, no sign of anyone.

You began to make your way towards the room with the jewellery and was working on cutting the glass of the window you were going through with your claws. The security in this building was awful, it was so easy turning off the alarm and drugging the security. After that you quickly put the jewellery stone inside your suit but were interrupted by a web being shot onto your hand.

"I would like to politely request that you not do that." Spider-Man said, hanging from a web above you.

You couldn't help but smirk, turning around to face him. "Well, look who decided to join the party. Pleasure meeting you," you said with a hint of sarcasm. "But I would like to politely ask you to kindly fuck off" With a swift motion, you pulled out one of your claws and sliced through the web.

"I don't think the owner will like the way you broke the window. Or how you plan to take what doesn't belong to you."

You sighed, looking around at all the glass now on the floor, "Well, I guess I'm gonna have to do a little more damage control."

"I can't let you do that, Miss-,umm" Spider-Man trailed off, unsure what to call you. “Miss Black Cat.”

"Miss Black Cat," you chuckled with the nickname he called you. "Wow, so fomal. And, really, I'm just here, minding my own business, doing my thing."

"Breaking and entering is illegal," He pointed out.

"I'm just doing the owner a favour, they didn't have proper security installed. So really, I'm doing them a favour." You shrugged as he swung down to the ground, landing gracefully amidst the shattered glass.

Spider-Man pulled on the web, pulling you closer. "That's not how it works."

"It's not?" You asked, placing a hand over your heart in faux surprise. "Well, shoot, here I am, just trying to be a good Samaritan. Thought I was doing the right thing. What a shame."

"I guess they weren't counting on having the most notorious jewel thief in New York City."

Your laughter filled the air as you grabbed his web. "Flattered, really." With a swift motion, you ripped the web off your wrist and pulled on the end still in his hands, drawing him closer. You traced the contours of his mask with a teasing touch. "You're quite the fan, huh?"

You could tell he was embarrassed, because he stammered for a bit before answering. "What? No, I'm- I'm just- I'm trying to-"

You pressed a finger to his lips. "It's okay, no need to hide it."

He shook your hand away from his face, "Well, it is kind of my job to know you. You're one of the few people I actually have to keep a close eye on. Especially with all the trouble you've caused."

"Trouble? Well, you know, darling, they say trouble is just another word for fun," you teased, twirling a lock of your hair with a flirtatious smile.

He regained some composure, tried to steer the conversation back to seriousness. "Fun or not, breaking the law has consequences. You can't just waltz in and decide what's right."

You tilted your head, examining him with a glimmer of mischief. "Oh, but I beg to differ, Spider. I've been doing it for quite some time now. And honestly, where's the thrill in following all the rules?" Then you shoved him, you began walking away, but you could hear him following you.

"No, no, no, you're not leaving. Not until you give back what you took."

"Um, okay, uh, no thank you," he muttered, shaking his head.

"What? Don't want to see what's underneath?" you teased.

He shook his head, flustered. "That's not—no. I'm—no. I'm not doing that."

You flashed a playful smile. "Alright. Suit yourself."

"Look, let's make this quick and easy for both of us," He urged, attempting to bring the situation back to seriousness. "Just give me back what you stole, and I'll let you off."

Your grin widened as you stopped and turned to face him. "Oh, Spidey, always in a rush. Where's the fun in quick and easy? But fine, you can check. I've got nothing to hide… except maybe a few secrets," you added with a wink, keeping the playful tone alive in your exchange.

“Fine, you leave me no choice." He shot out two webs, aiming for your legs. You dodged, jumping back, landing on your feet.

"You're fast," he remarked, genuine surprise in his voice.

"And you're predictable," you quipped, shooting a grappling hook that latched onto his arm.

You skillfully reeled in the grappling hook and, with a swift motion, tossed him aside. He tumbled and hit the ground, but Spider-Man was on his feet in an instant, standing before you. "You're stronger than you look," he admitted. Undeterred, he shot out more webs, attempting to ensnare you, but you deftly dodged each one.

"Oh, and you're not as strong as you think you are," you retorted with a smirk, seizing the opportunity to run at him. A well-placed kick to the chest caught him off guard, sending him flying into a nearby wall. As he struggled to get back on his feet, you couldn't help but taunt, "Come on, where did that spirit of yours go?"

He shot out more webs in an attempt to capture you, but your agile moves allowed you to dodge and roll away. "Well, that was unexpected," he remarked.

"You're not the only one who can do acrobatics, sweetie," you laughed, staying one step ahead utilizing the momentum to turn a stumble into a graceful run toward the exit.

"Hey, wait!" He called out, shooting a web at the door. He tried again, attempting to catch you, but each time, you skillfully evaded his web shots. Undeterred, he continued his pursuit, shooting webs that you effortlessly dodged.

With a quick cut of the web and a deftly handled device, you pressed a button and slipped through the roof. "This isn't the last time you're going to see me, Spidey. See you later."

"Well, I guess there's always next time," He muttered, watching as you disappeared into the night.

It had been a few couple of days since you last saw Spider-Man, and you were actually glad. He was cute and all, but his constant need to try and stop you was really getting annoying. The next time you met was a few weeks later. You were stealing a painting, when once again you were stopped by Spider-Man.

"I thought I told you, I'm not interested." You said, before he could say anything.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"We have a history. We go back and forth. And we both know how it's going to end. So why don't you just make this easy on us both, and just turn around and leave."

"I can't. Not while you're doing illegal activities." He said, as he shot his webs at you. You managed to dodge, but that only resulted in him wrapping them around the painting instead.

"I appreciate the concern, Spidey, but you really should consider a new hobby. Maybe knitting?" you quipped, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

He shot you a wry smile, acknowledging the banter. "Breaking the law isn't a hobby.”

With a nonchalant shrug, you retorted, "Well, you have your hobbies, and I have mine. Let's agree to disagree, shall we?"

He seemingly undeterred, finally managed to free the painting from the webbing. "Look, I can't just let you go around stealing things.”

"Why?" you asked, strolling through the museum's long hallways.

He followed after you. "Because stealing is wrong," he said, as if stating the most obvious thing in the world.

"Who says?"

"Society."

"Oh please, society is messed up anyway," you scoffed, continuing down the hallway with a nonchalant air. Uncertain of your destination, you pressed on. "Besides, stealing is such a strong word. I prefer borrowing."

"And how long do you plan on keeping these 'borrowed' items."

"That depends. How long does a loan usually last?" You said, before you cut the painting from the wall and took off running. Spider-Man was following close behind and managed to get ahead of you.

"You're not leaving with that."

"Then come and stop me." You challenged.

He shot his webs at you, and managed to take you down, but you weren't going to make it that easy for him. You got free from the webs and ran off once more. The game went back and forth, until the painting was covered in webbing and completely ruined.

"Now look at what you did. Again." You said, pointing at the ruined artwork. "Don't you have anything better to do, than follow me around, and ruin my plans?"

"Nope, and I don't know why you keep stealing. And I can't just turn a blind eye to crime."

You tilted your head, a sly smile forming on your lips. "Crime is subjective, Spidey. What's a crime to you might be art to someone else. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?"

He shook his head, clearly not buying your philosophical spin on the situation. "You're making this more complicated than it needs to be."

"That's my specialty," you replied with a wink, deftly snagging another painting, this one being the most valuable. You effortlessly slipped into the shadows, aware of him trailing close behind. Jumping out of a window, you landed gracefully on the roof, greeted by the sprawling city lights below. "Hey, wait!" he called, climbing out the window and shooting a web to pull himself up.

"Why don't you just relax for a bit? Take in the view. It's pretty nice, isn't it?" you suggested, taking a few steps back, still fixated on the illuminated skyline.

"Um, yeah, it is." He said, slowly walking towards you.

"Just look at all those buildings. So shiny. So tall," you remarked, gazing at the New York view. "Too bad they're probably full of assholes."

He was unsure how to respond, choosing silence over an awkward reply.

Turning your attention back to him, you teased, "So, are you an asshole, Spidey?"

"What? No! I'm not an asshole.”

"Well, that's good to know," you remarked with a mischievous grin. Without missing a beat, you began sprinting towards the edge. Just before leaping off, you playfully left him with, "See you later."

He swiftly shot a web in an attempt to catch you, successfully snaring your arm. "I can't let you get away."

"You could if you tried," you teased, smirking, "But I suppose I can't blame you for having an unrequited crush on me."

"A crush? What the- I'm not- that's not-."

"How cute." Without hesitation, you jumped off, clutching the stolen painting, and landed gracefully on a lower building.

He swung after you, a mix of frustration and determination etched on his face. "Hey, wait a second!" he exclaimed. "That's not fair!"

"It is," you replied, looking up at him. "You should have expected that, considering we've known each other for a while now."

"Yeah, well, you should expect that I'll come after you."

"That's what make this fun." You laughed, before running into the alley and disappearing into the darkness. The two of you continued chasing each other, and you were enjoying every minute of it. You had never been caught, and you were glad that you finally had a worthy opponent.

You soon realized you were heading towards the water. You jumped off the pier, and landed on a boat. You then quickly hid behind the wheelhouse. He couldn't find you, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. You heard him climbing on top of the roof, and you held your breath.

He was close, but you knew he wouldn't see you. You knew this, because you had done this many times before. You were an expert at this.

"Dammit!" he yelled, a clear sign of frustration. "Not again! Where'd she go? Why do I even bother?"

You had to hold back your laughter, as he continued looking for you.

"Hello, Mr. Stark, sorry for calling you late at night." You could hear Spider-Man talking on his communicator. He was talking to Iron Man. You had heard about him before, but you had never met him.

"Do you know what time it is? You should be in bed," Tony scolded, his voice coming through the communication device.

"Yeah, well..." Spider-Man sighed.

"Don't tell me you're chasing that Black Cat again?" Tony guessed, cutting straight to the point.

You couldn't help but smirk at the mention of your name. 'Oh, so you've been filling him in on our little game. How cute.’

He hesitated before responding, "Maybe? She-"

Tony swiftly cut him off, his tone firm. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop chasing after her?"

"I know Mr. Stark, but she-"

"But nothing. She's not someone you should be chasing after," Tony stated, not allowing any objections. "She's not your concern, Peter. Now go home."

'His name is Peter huh.' You were a bit disappointed to learned his name, you were enjoying not knowing his identity, it made everything more exciting.

Peter sighed. "You don't understand, Mr. Stark. The Black Cat, someone has to stop her.”

"And that someone is not you. You've got better things to worry about. No need to worry about low level criminals. Leave that to the police. It's not your job to worry about that."

'Low level? Oh, you wish.' You couldn't believe your ears. Did Tony Stark just call you a low level criminal? 'Ooh, you're going to regret saying that.'

"Mr. Stark, she's dangerous," Peter said, as if trying to convince Tony of the dangers you posed.

"No, she's not. She's just some chick who's into cat burglary. Leave her to the cops.”

"But-“ Peter whined.

"What did I say? I don’t want to hear another words from your mouth." Tony's tone was serious, "Go home. Don't make me get the suit."

He sighed, "Yes sir."

You had to keep yourself from laughing.

"Good. Goodnight kid." Tony ended the call.

"Night." He mumbled.

You waited until he was out of earshot, before you stepped out of the wheelhouse. What Tony just said about you hurt your pride, it was like he didn't consider you a threat. As if you weren't worth the attention. Well, now he was going to get your attention. And you were going to make him regret those words.

"Well, I guess I'm gonna have to pay him a visit."

You had spent 3 weeks staking out the Avengers Tower. You knew the building had advanced security systems, so you had to be extra careful. The plan was simple. You would steal something to get Tony's attention and proved him wrong. Then, you'd make sure he would notice. After all, you weren't some low level criminal.

"I got this." You said, as you took out a device, which you invented, and attached it to the wall. You activated it, and watched as a hologram appeared. It was a map of the building, showing all the rooms, and where the security cameras were.

You were surprised by how easy it was, and you began to wonder if they knew that you were coming. "Okay, the camera's will be off for a minute." You said, as you climbed into the open window. You made sure to stay close to the wall, so you wouldn't be seen.

You were wearing all black, and had a mask over your face. You also had gloves on, so you wouldn't leave any prints. The hallway was quiet, and empty. It seemed like everyone was either asleep or gone. You could hear voices coming from a room down the hall.

You stopped when you reached the end of the hallway. You heard footsteps coming your way. You looked around, and saw a vent above you. You took out a device that would give you a boost, and used it. You jumped into the vent, and quickly covered the hole with a metal cover.

"Okay, now what?" You asked yourself. You crawled through the vent, and kept an eye out for anything. You soon found that looked like a lab, and it was filled with computers, and other strange gadgets.

"This looks like it's the right place." You said. "Now, to get to work."

Before you could make a move, a man entered the room, catching your attention. Long hair cascaded down his back, metal arm on his left side. You didn't know who this man was, but there was something about him, that made your heart race.

The man had his back turned to you, and he didn't seem to notice you. He sat down at a computer and started typing. He looked so hot sitting there, with his hair pushed back, and his muscles flexing as he typed.

You wanted to know what he was working on, so you crawled quietly to the next vent. This one was right above his head, and you could see the screen clearly. It was an algorithm to track a specific energy signature.

'Hmm, interesting.' You thought. You were tempted to steal the drive, but you decided not to. It would have been a shame if it went missing. 'Maybe later.' You thought.

Immersed in your observation, a voice abruptly shattered the silence. "Bucky?" a voice questioned, causing both you and the man, apparently named Bucky, to startle.

"Nat?" he responded. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check up on you," Nat said with genuine concern. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," Bucky replied without meeting her eyes, his focus resolutely fixed on the computer. "I'm working on something."

“Are you still trying to figure out where that energy signature was coming from?"

"Yeah." Bucky responded curtly.

"But, it's late, and I think you need to relax."

"I don’t need to relax. I need to find that energy signature." Bucky snapped.

"Bucky, you have all been working non-stop." Nat pointed out. "Me, Steve, and the others are having drinks at the bar, why don't you come and join us."

"No."

"Come on, it'll be fun. We can get a drink, dance, and just have a good time."

"I don't have time to have fun, I need to focus." Bucky growled.

Nat approached him, "Taking a break doesn't mean losing focus, Bucky. Sometimes, stepping away for a while can give you a fresh perspective."

Bucky shot her a skeptical glance. "I don't see how a night out will help me find this signature."

"You might be surprised," she quipped, a playful glint in her eye. "Besides, we all could use a break, especially you. Come on. Work can wait, it's not going anywhere."

Finally, with a resigned sigh, he relented, "Fine."

Observing the scene unfold, you couldn't help but be intrigued by Natasha's persistence. A twinge of annoyance crept in, surprising you with its intensity.

"Alright, let's go," Nat declared, seizing Bucky's hand and pulling him out of his seat.

As they exited the room, an unwelcome sense of jealousy tinged your thoughts. 'What's wrong with me? Why do I care if he joins the party or not?' you questioned, puzzled by the unexpected surge of emotions. 'I don't even know them.'

You watched them walk out of the room. As you watched him leave the room, you thought about how hot he looked, and how much you wished you were at that party with him. But you had better things to do, and you couldn't afford to be distracted by a pretty face.

You waited until they left, and then crawled out of the vent. You took a few minutes to look around the lab. It was pretty standard and had everything a lab needed. But you couldn't find anything worth stealing, which was a disappointment.

You were about to leave, when something caught your eye. It was a small metal box, with lock on it. You figured there must be something important in there. Maybe you could find some new tech to play with.

'Oh this look important.' You thought. You walked over to picked it up. It was surprisingly light, and it had a small keyhole on the side. 'Damn it. I guess I'll have to pick the lock.'

You were good at picking locks, but it was time consuming, and you were on a time limit. You carried the case to a table, and placed it down. You were about to pick the lock, when you heard footsteps approaching. You quickly moved to the nearest vent, and slipped inside. You held your breath, as the footsteps got closer.

"You forgot something, Barnes?" A male voice asked

Curiosity getting the better of you, you edged closer to the vent, peering through to identify the individuals. You also didn’t recognize him.

"Yeah, the case," Bucky replied, lifting it from the table. "Why is it on here? I didn’t put it on the table.”

He seemed skeptical, throwing Bucky a knowing look. "You sure about that?" he asked.

"Positive. I wouldn't put it here. I wouldn't risk someone stealing it," Bucky asserted, his tone resolute.

"You sure about that?" Sam asked, giving him a knowing look.

"Positive. I wouldn't put it here. I wouldn't risk someone stealing it."

Sam chuckled. "Okay first of all, who in their right mind will steal from the avengers? Second of all, you're forgetting that you are in the Avengers Tower and not in the woods somewhere."

The irony of Sam's remark didn't escape you. Bucky did give off “live-in-the-woods” vibe, and you suppressed a laugh at the mental image.

"It's a possibility, Sam," Bucky insisted.

"Yeah, and I have a chance of getting a million dollars and marrying Beyonce." Sam retorded with a grin on his face.

"What's that got to do with this?" Bucky asked.

"Nothing, just making a point." Sam said.

"And the point is?"

"That you're overreacting." Sam playfully smacked Bucky's shoulder. "Chill out, man. You'll give yourself an aneurysm."

"Shut up."

Sam laughed, unfazed. "Whatever you say, Grumpy. Now drop the case and let's get going."

"You're an idiot." Despite the protest, Bucky complied, dropping the case just as Sam suggested. A triumphant smile crossed your face—your plan was back on track.

Sam shrugged, maintaining his easygoing demeanor. "At least I'm a happy idiot."

Rolling his eyes, Bucky turned around, making his way towards the door. Sam smirked and, after a quick glance around, strolled out. "Hey, maybe we'll find you a date!"

"Sam, for the last time, I don't need a date."

"You're going to die alone."

"No I won't, because I won't be dying."

Sam chuckled. "Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants."

"Stop calling me that." Bucky shot back, feigning annoyance.

You waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone, before crawling out of the vent. A sly smile played on your lips as you cradled the case in your hands. "Oh, Sam, you really are an idiot."

You put the case into your bag before walking out of the lab, and into the hallway. You knew there were cameras, but you had disabled them before entering the room. No one would know you were there. You exited as you came in. You had made sure the coast was clear, and you climbed down the side of the building. You landed softly on the ground, and placed the case in your backpack.

"Well, that was easy." You said.

You started walking home, and you couldn't stop thinking about Bucky. You wanted to see him again. Maybe next time, you could stay longer.

You entered your apartment, and locked the door behind you. You went to took off your bra as you went to the kitchen, and made yourself a cup of tea. You sat on the couch, and grabbed the briefcase you stole earlier.

"Let's see what you have in store for me." You said.

You carefully removed the lid, and peered inside. You saw a metal and picked it up. You could feel the weight, and the cold metal. "Is this the famous vibranium?" You went to examine to confirm, and yes it was vibranium. "Damn, this is going to fetch a nice price."

You examined the rest of the case, but it was mostly just papers and pictures. You closed the case, and placed it on the table. You leaned back, and sipped your tea. You finished your tea, and went to take a shower. You cleaned yourself and changed into a fresh set of pajamas.

The realization dawned on you that the Avengers were likely aware of the missing case by now. It was all part of the thrilling game you reveled in. Your mind danced with curiosity about their reactions—shock, anger, confusion? A mischievous smile adorned your face. "This is going to be fun."

Before your departure, you had strategically placed cameras and bugs in the vent to capture their reactions. You powered up the laptop, switching to the hidden camera feed. Lying down on the couch, you patiently waited.

Soon enough, Tony and Bucky appeared on the screen, frantically searching for the missing case. The heated exchange caught your attention. "What the hell are you talking about!? How did it happen? Who did it?" Tony yelled, frustration evident in his voice.

"If I had a clue, we wouldn't be tearing this place apart, would we?" Bucky retorted angrily.

"Gosh, you look so hot right now," you couldn't help but quip with a grin, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of watching Bucky riled up in the chaos you had orchestrated.

"Where did you last see it?"

"Right here! On the table, but it's not there now!" Bucky snapped.

Tony continued paced around, his arms flailing as he continued to express his incredulity. "This doesn't make any sense! We have state-of-the-art security, and someone waltzes in and takes the vibranium right under our noses? How is that even possible?" Tony shot him an accusatory look.

Bucky, on the other hand, leaned against a table, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “What are you implying?” His steely gaze bore into Tony, his voice laced with irritation. "You think I had something to do with this, Stark?"

"I'm not saying you did, but it's awfully convenient that you were the last one with the case."

Bucky pushed off the table, walking closer to Tony, a scowl on his face. "Yeah, and I have no idea where it is. So what does that tell you, Stark?"

You watched with an amused smile. "It's like watching a soap opera, but better"

Tony sighed, his expression softening. "We have to find it. And fast."

"You think I don't know that, Stark? You think I wanted this to happen?" Bucky snapped back, his frustration evident. "Maybe if you spent less time throwing parties and more time on security, we wouldn't be in this mess,"

"Let's just stop yelling at each other and figure this out. The longer it takes us, the worse the situation gets." Tony urged, attempting to diffuse the tension in the room.

The two of them sat down on the couch, their heads together in a serious discussion. Tony pinched his bridge nose, "Friday, do a full scan of the building and search every corner. I want to see everything, and I want to see it now! Also, gather everyone immediately.” Tony commanded.

"Yes, sir," responded Friday. "This person is highly skilled, sir. They managed to bypass our security system and erase all camera footage from the lab, even the security tapes. Let me go through all the security feeds. This may take a moment."

As you watched the drama unfold on the laptop screen, you couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. The thrill of outsmarting the mighty Avengers fueled your excitement. "I wonder how long it will take them to figure this out," you mused to yourself, reclining comfortably on the couch.

Interrupting the tense atmosphere, "I could only manage to acquire this footage," Friday announced, and a holographic screen materialized. Both Tony and Bucky fixed their gaze on the video as it played. The stolen vibranium case was clearly visible, andthen you made your dramatic appearance, crawling out of the vent.

Tony, with a grim expression, paused the video and zoomed in on your image. He rewound and replayed the footage several times. "Shit. That's Black Cat," Tony groaned, his frustration evident. "This isn't good."

You couldn't resist a triumphant smirk, knowing you had successfully elevated your status from a low-level criminal to a formidable adversary in their eyes. "Not feeling like such a low-level threat now, huh?" you remarked casually as you heated some food in the microwave.

As Natasha and the others entered the room, you clapped your hands together with a mischievous grin. "Now, let’s get this party started!"

Natasha furrowed her brow, immediately getting to the point. "What's going on here?"

Tony pointed at the empty space where the vibranium case had been. "Someone stole the vibranium.”

Clint, the archer, chimed in, "How did that happen? And who stole it?"

Bucky, looking visibly frustrated, answered, "Black Cat apparently."

Clueless, Sam blurted out, "A cat? What do you mean? How could a cat steal a case that big?"

Your laughter bubbled up—it was both hilarious and a tad sad to witness the confusion.

Bucky snapped, "Not a literal cat, you idiot. Black Cat is her alias. She's a thief, and she's a damn good one." His frustration flared as he continued, "This wouldn’t have happened if you two didn’t force me to go to the party I didn't even want to attend in the first place. But no. You forced me, and look where it got us." Bucky's voice resonated with irritation and anger.

"Bucky calm down." Steve tried to calm him down, "We didn't know this was going to happen."

"Calm down!? Stevie, you are telling me to fucking calm down? Somebody stole our vibranium, and we don't know where it is or what they want with it. We don't know if they're planning on using it or not."

"We'll get it back. I promise."

Your laughter echoed in the background, knowing they were in for a surprise. Their confidence amused you, and you couldn't wait to witness their reactions.

"And how the hell are we going to do that!? We have no clue who she is or what she look like. We don't even know where she’s located."

"Actually someone might." Tony said.

"Who?"

“Peter.”

The room fell into a momentary hush as they processed Tony's revelation.

"How the heck would that kid know anything about this?" Sam questioned, his skepticism evident in his tone.

Tony leaned against a table, folding his arms. "Let's just say he and Black Cat go way back."

You chuckled, "little spidey is in it for the action, huh?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "And why haven't we known anything about her until now?"

"Because I thought she wouldn't be a problem, I never expected this." Tony admitted.

"Well, that was dumb," Natasha remarked bluntly, not one to mince words.

"Yeah, thanks," Tony replied, a hint of sarcasm coloring his tone as he met Natasha's direct gaze.

“That's what you get when you underestimate me, Stark,” you said as you casually chewed your food.

"Mr. Parker is on the way up sir." Friday announced, you kinda didn’t want to see his face but you couldn’t help it but find out this way.

You weren't exactly excited to see spiderman's identity, you were enjoying about not knowing who he was, but now that the cat was out of the bag, you were going to find out.

The elevator doors opened and out came a short brunette boy.

"Who would've guessed." you said to yourself. You had thought that underneath that mask he was some badass who was super cocky and was a complete player, but no, he was just some nerdy, cute boy.

"Um Mr. Stark what's going on?" He looked at all the avengers gathered in the room, confused by the unusual meeting. "Why is everyone here? Is something wrong? Am i in trouble? I swear i didn't do anything bad! I was studying when Friday called me and-"

Tony interrupted him, "Hey relax kid. You aren't in trouble, but we are. And we need your help."

"Really?" Peter was surprised, he didn't think he would ever have the opportunity to assist the Avengers, and yet here he was, about to do exactly that.

"Yes. Tell us all you know about your little friend, black cat."

"What? Why do you want to know about her?"

"Well, we have a problem with her. She stole a case full of vibranium."

Peter's eyes widened, and he practically jumped out of his seat. "I knew it! I knew she was gonna do something like this! See, I told you, Mr. Stark, she's trouble! Oh my god, this is crazy. I can't believe this is happening. I told you we should catch her, she—"

Tony raised his hand, cutting off Peter's rapid-fire commentary. "Alright, calm down. We are going to." Peter blushed, his cheeks flushing red, embarrassed by his own outburst. “So, what do you know about her?"

"Nothing. Just what you already know. She is highly intelligent, resourceful, and adaptive. She uses high-tech gadgets to assist her in her crimes, and she has an arsenal of advanced weaponry, including shock nets and explosive collars."

"So we are dealing with a supervillain?" Clint asked.

"No. She doesn't have any superpowers, at least none that I know of. She's just an average human."

"Anything else?"

Peter scratched his head, racking his brain for additional information. "Not that I know of. When we met, we fought, and she escaped. It happened a few times. She's very skilled in hand-to-hand combat. She has a sharp tongue, and she's also very witty. She always disappeared, and I couldn't track her down."

"Do you know how to contact her? Or where she could be right now?" Bucky asked.

"Contact her? Well, she's not exactly on speed dial," Peter replied, furrowing his brows. "And as for where she might be... your guess is as good as mine."

Steve crossed his arms. "We need more information. If she's been elusive so far, there's got to be something we're missing. Any patterns in her heists or specific targets?"

Peter rubbed his temples, racking his brain. "Not that I've noticed. It's like she picks targets randomly. High-value items, but no discernible pattern."

Your grin turned into a full-fledged smile. "Oh, darling, if only they knew."

"Perhaps we need to bait her," Natasha suggested, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "Set up a tempting target and see if she takes the bait."

Peter frowned, clearly not thrilled with the idea. "It's risky. She's unpredictable."

Unbeknownst to the team, you chuckled to yourself. 'Unpredictable is my middle name.'

"Alright any details that you want to add?” Steve asked him.

Peter shook his head, "No, that’s all I know."

Tony dismissed Peter with a wave, "Thanks for sharing. Now, you can go home. I'm sure your aunt is waiting for you.”

Peter, confused, interjected, "Wait, what? I thought you said we are going to catch her."

Tony clarified, "Yes, what I meant is the adult. Now go home, kid. It’s getting late."

"But Mr. Stark I'm an adult! I'm 18!" Peter protested.

"You are hardly an adult. You still live with your aunt and go to school. That's not an adult. Now go home. We'll let you know if we need your help."

"Come on Mr. Stark please. You are always talking about how great it is to have me on the team and how I'm a great asset, and how I can do a lot of good. Well this is the perfect opportunity. I can be a huge help in catching her." Peter pleaded, his earnestness evident in his wide-eyed gaze.

You smirked hearing his request, "Little spidey wants to play huh."

Tony sighed, contemplating the Peter's request. "Look, kid, this isn't a game. It's dangerous, and you're still learning the ropes."

"But I can handle it! Please let me prove myself.”

Tony crossed his arms, considering the proposal. "Fine, you can go after her.”

Ecstatic, Peter beamed, "Thank you, Mr. Stark! You won't regret it, I promise!" His enthusiasm was palpable, and you couldn't help but smile at his excitement.

However, Tony added a condition, "But in one condition. Someone needs to accompany you."

Peter protested, "What? Wait, Mr. Stark, you know I can just go on my own, right?"

"That's exactly why I'm sending a babysitter with you," Tony retorted. "Considering your track record, I can't risk you turning this into a solo escapade and ending up as a headline in the Daily Bugle."

Before Peter could voice further objections, Tony shifted his attention to the assembled team. "So, any ideas?"

Bucky chimed in, "Maybe we can comb through her previous crime scenes, see if we can unearth anything useful."

"Good idea," Tony acknowledged.

Natasha added, "I'll see what I can dig up."

"Great. Now let's get to work."

As the team started to disperse, heading towards their respective tasks, you couldn't help but grin, “Showtime.”

You knew that the Avengers were actively trying to find you after your last heist, stealing their vibranium was definitely not what they were expecting. You were pretty proud of that achievement, however, you knew that the Avengers would come for you, and that meant you couldn't risk being out and about yet, no matter how much you wanted to go on your little heists, you missed the thrill. You were in hiding, waiting for the buzz to die down and then you could resume your usual schedule.

You had nothing better to do beside plan your next heist, which you'd already done. So, you spent most of your time watching the Avengers from your little cam, seeing what their plans were. But not until Bucky found out about the camera and bugs you had planted.

You were currently on the run, making sure you stayed off the grid. It was hard to be on the run, not when the Avengers were on your ass, and you were getting bored. You had to get back into the swing of things. It was risky, and dangerous, but you couldn't help it. You craved the adrenaline, the excitement, and you missed the chase, not that the Winter Soldier didn't chase you. You knew the moment he found you, the others wouldn't be too far behind.

Not long after that, Bucky keenly aware of your surveillance, confronted you through the camera feed. His intense blue eyes pierced through the lens, and a self-assured smirk played on his lips. "I know you're watching. You think I won’t find out?" he taunted. "You might as well show yourself, sweetheart. We both know I'm going to find you one way or another."

You smirked back at the camera, a shiver running down your spine as his voice resonated through your entire body. You knew he was right. If there was one person who would find you, it would be him, but you were not one to make it easy for him. You'd give them a little bit of a challenge, even though it would ultimately fail, it was still fun.

Bucky then started to walk towards the camera, “I'll find you." You could feel his words reverberate through you, his gaze penetrating, and you almost felt like he could see right through you. Your heart started racing as you imagined him coming after you, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been.

He moved closer, and closer, and closer, and then his hand reached out towards the camera.

You held your breath.

The picture went black.

You rolled your eyes and shut off the screen. He was not wrong. You'd been playing this game of cat and mouse for months, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you just the slightest bit curious.

What would it feel like to kiss the Winter Soldier? Or to feel his metal hand around your throat as he fucked you? You'd been lusting over him for a while now, but you knew the moment you met him it was a bad idea, not to mention that the Avengers were out to catch you. However, the thrill of possibly being caught was enough to keep you going.

You groaned and tried to get rid of those thoughts. This wasn't the time to fantasize about your enemy. No, you needed to focus on planning your next move. And what a perfect move it would be.

The Avengers were gearing up to attend an event hosted by a high-ranking political official. They would have all the security they needed, and a lot of their attention would be on the guests. A perfect opportunity for you to steal the artifact that arrived from Russia last week.

You had already made contact with a buyer, and they were very eager to get their hands on the object. All you had to do was get past the guards and the security systems. It would be easy since the avengers and cops would be preoccupied.

It was going to be the heist of the century.

The night of the heist was here. The sun was setting, and you could feel the excitement building inside you. This was your night, and you were going to make sure it was a success. You had spent the last few weeks scouting the area, planning every move meticulously. You knew exactly where you needed to be, and how long it would take you to get there.

You had everything you needed, and now all that was left was to wait. You took a deep breath and looked out the window. The city was quiet, a calm before the storm. You could feel the anticipation, the excitement, the tension in the air. It was going to be a night to remember.

You smiled to yourself, unable to contain your giddiness. This was the moment you'd been waiting for, and you couldn't believe it was finally here. You walked over to the door and placed your hand on the handle.

You opened the door and stepped outside. The cool air hit your face, and you breathed in deeply, savoring the feeling. After staying quiet for awhile, finally you were back in your element. You moved silently through the shadows, your steps barely making a sound. You were a ghost, invisible to the world.

The museum was within sight, and you could see the guards standing guard. They were expecting you, but they had no idea what was about to happen. Your smile grew wider, and you quickened your pace. You reached the perimeter fence and quickly scaled it, dropping down on the other side.

You were in.

You made your way towards the entrance, keeping your head down and sticking to the shadows. The guards didn't notice you, and you slipped past them without a sound. You were inside. Now all you had to do was find the artifact and get out before anyone noticed you.

You moved quickly through the halls, searching for the artifact. You reached the room where the artifact was being displayed, and you could see it sitting in its case, protected by an impenetrable glass.

You had done this many times before, this was your forte. You pulled out your equipment, and with a few quick movements, you had the glass open and the artifact in your hands. You couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph as you held it in your grasp. You had done it.

As you quickly put the artifact in your bag, a sudden interruption jolted your attention – a web shooting through the air. Turning, you found Spider-Man, his presence not entirely unexpected. A smirk adorned your face as you teased, "Hey, Spidey. Miss me?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he shot another web at you, trying to capture your hands. You ducked and avoided it, the grin never leaving your face. You had expected him to come after you. “We need to talk.”

"About what?" you countered innocently.

"This whole thing."

"What whole thing?" You asked, playing dumb.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I really don't. Maybe you should elaborate."

"The way we keep running into each other, the way you always seem to slip through my fingers. I'm starting to think you're enjoying this."

"Well, it's hard not to when you look so good in that suit," you smirked.

"Is that all this is to you? A game?"

"Isn't that what it is?"

"I'm trying to stop you."

You chuckled, reveling in the cat-and-mouse dynamic between you two. "Oh, Spidey, you're adorable when you play the hero. But deep down, we both know you enjoy the chase as much as I do."

Spider-Man sighed beneath his mask, the frustration evident even without the facial expressions. “You're stealing valuable artifacts and vibranium from us. You are causing chaos. I can't let you continue."

Your smirk betrayed a hint of mischief, but you were running out of time. Your current heist had attracted more attention than anticipated, and your mysterious buyers were becoming increasingly impatient. With the Avengers hot on your trail, escaping quickly became a priority.

"As much as I'd love to continue our little chat..." With a swift motion, you tossed an EMP, electrocuting Spider-Man and causing a temporary distraction. "...I'm afraid duty calls."

Peter lay on the ground, momentarily paralyzed by the electric shock. "You won't be..." he groaned, "...getting away this time..."

"You might want to save your energy, Spidey," you said as you walked past him before you ran toward the exit. You ran off, heading towards the exit.

You were almost there when you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around, and your eyes widened as you saw someone standing there in front of you, towering you with his height.

His gun pointed at you, his metal arm reflecting the light from the lamp. His dark brown hair was messy, like he had just rolled out of bed, and his blue eyes were narrowed, staring you down.

Bucky.

You loved that look.

"Looks like someone in a hurry.” He asked.

You smiled. "Just excited to get home."

"I bet." He took a step closer, and you could feel your heart rate quickening. His proximity was making you nervous. "Hands up, Y/N.”

“Oh, you know my name," you purred, your heart beating faster, the adrenaline rushing through your veins. "I'm so flattered."

"You should be," he growled, stalking towards you. "Because I've been thinking and looking about you a lot."

"Oh, really?" You licked your lips. "I can't say I'm surprised."

"No, you're not." His blue eyes were staring at you, his gaze piercing through your soul. "Now, why don't you tell me what's in the bag?"

"It's not your concern, Bucky," you replied.

"I beg to differ." He cocked his gun, and it clicked as he pulled the trigger. "Now, tell me."

"If I tell you, would you drop the gun?"

He shook his head. "I won't shoot unless I have to, but I can't promise anything else."

You knew you couldn't beat him not with his reflexes. The only way out was to use the element of surprise. You were about to make a move, "Don't even try, Y/N." He warned. "Hands up now."

You decided to play along, and you dropped your bag and raised your hands above your heads. He walked up to you, grabbed the bag. He didn't check the contents, just kept the gun pointed at you. "You're coming with me."

"And what if I don't?" You challenged him.

"Then I'll make you," he growled. "Now, turn around, hands behind your back."

You obeyed, and he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes. "Oooh, kinky," you said, biting your lip. "You should take me to dinner first."

He was still quiet and shook his head, locking the cuffs around your wrists, pressing his fingers against your pulse, feeling how fast your heart was beating. "That can be arranged," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, be a good girl and walk."

Your heart skipped a beat as he led you towards the elevator, his grip on your arm firm and unyielding. "Don't try to do anything stupid," he said, his voice low. "You'll regret it."

Peering up at him, you met his intense gaze with determination. "Giving up isn’t my style," you retorted, a hint of defiance in your tone. "I'll find a way out sooner than you think."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," he chuckled, a deep resonance that seemed to linger in the air. "But hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart, you're not going anywhere. I'm not letting you go."

You laughed, the sound echoing through the museum. "You have no idea who you're dealing with," you said, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"We'll see about that."

As the elevator doors closed, Bucky pressed the button for the main floor. Silence enveloped you both, your body subtly pressed against his. A coy smile played on your lips as you broke the quiet. "You know, you're a terrible babysitter."

"What?" Bucky turned his gaze to you.

"Little spidey was still upstairs," you replied, a smug smile forming on your lips. "I tucked him into his little nap."

Bucky casually shrugged, "He's a big boy, he can handle it."

"I don't know, he looked really tired," you said, "Maybe you should check on him."

"I'm a bit preoccupied right now," he replied.

"You should hurry then," you insisted, "Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to the dear Spidey."

His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on your arm.

"What's the matter, Bucky?" you whispered, your voice dripping with taunt. "Are you concerned about little Spidey?"

"Watch it, Y/N," he growled, a low warning in his tone. "I can always toss you in a cell, give you a nice, hard time."

"I didn't expect you to be into that kind of thing," you quipped, a playful glint in your eye. His stern expression softened for a moment, caught off guard by your cheeky remark.

He sighed, his jaw clenched. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?" you asked innocently, cocking your head to the side. "Adorable and sexy?"

"Insufferable and cocky," he grumbled, glancing away as if trying to resist the charm you exuded.

"Well, it takes one to know one," you said, your laughter echoing in the confined space. He shook his head in mild disbelief, unable to completely conceal the hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.

The elevator doors opened, revealing the lobby surprisingly empty. You were half-expecting the entire Avengers team to be waiting for you. Bucky wasted no time, his grip firm on your arm, as he pulled you out and strode purposefully toward the exit.

The cool night air wrapping around you. You could hear the sounds of traffic and sirens in the distance, the city alive and vibrant. "Are we taking a walk?," you asked. "It's a bit cold for that."

"Don't worry," he said, his fingers brushing against the pulse point in your wrist, sending a shiver down your spine. "We're going to warm you up."

He led you down the sidewalk, the streetlights casting shadows on the buildings. You could see his car waiting in the distance, and you wondered where he was taking you. "Where are we going?" you asked, looking up at him.

"Back to the tower," he replied, his voice low. "We need to get some answers from you."

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you teased, "I thought I was going to a cell.”

"No," he clarified, shaking his head. "I have something else in mind."

A playful smile graced your lips as you bit down on the inside of your cheek. "Whatever could it be?" you teased.

"You'll see," he muttered, opening the passenger door of his car.

"How gentlemanly of you," you remarked with a smirk.

He helped you in the car, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You sat in the backseat, your wrists still handcuffed, his scent invading your senses.

You tried to think how could you get out of the cuffs without his notice, but he was too attentive, his eyes constantly watching you. You decided to distract him by bombarding him with lots of questions, "How long have you known my name?," you asked.

His gaze shifting to yours. "A few weeks," he replied. "It's been a while."

Your lips curled into a sly smirk. "So, you've been keeping tabs on me, huh?"

Bucky's response was measured. "You could say that."

Grinning, you playfully added, "I'm flattered."

He shot you a sidelong glance, his eyes taking on a dark and intense edge. "Don't be."

Amused, you let out a throaty chuckle. "Why not?" you prodded.

"It wasn't for a good reason," he replied.

Casually, you dismissed the seriousness of the situation. "I don't care about that," you teased, your voice laced with playful indifference. "It's nice to know someone has been thinking of me."

A snort escaped him, and he responded, "It wasn't like that."

Feigning innocence, you raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you didn't want to have me all for yourself?" His silence fueled your amusement, prompting you to continue, "I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of all this?" With a playful gesture, you emphasized the cuffed wrists.

“You’re crediting yourself a little bit too much, sweetheart.” His response was cool and collected as he turned his gaze towards you, conveying a sense of unreadable determination. "When I have the time, we're going to have a nice, long conversation."

Leaning forward, you kept the playful tone. "I'd like that," you whispered. "But first, let's play a game."

"We're not playing games," he asserted, his tone firm.

"Afraid you'll lose?" you teased, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

"Hardly," he replied, a smirk gracing his lips. "I'm just not interested in a game where I'm the only player."

"Oh, there will be other players," you said, your voice dropping to a sultry tone. "In fact, they're right behind us."

He glanced in the rearview mirror, and his eyes widened as he saw the cars following him, their lights flashing. "What the hell," he muttered, his grip on the wheel tightening as the unexpected turn of events unfolded.

"Looks like we have company," you said, a smug smile on your lips. "And they don't look very happy."

The pursuing cars closed in, their headlights casting an eerie glow on the darkened streets. Bucky's jaw tightened as he navigated the car through the winding roads, trying to shake off the relentless pursuit. "Who the hell are they?" he growled, his eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror.

"Oh, I don't know. I didn't invite them." You leaned back in your seat, feigning innocence.

Bucky shot you a skeptical glance through the mirror, you raised your eyebrow, “What?” His gaze was dangerous, “You know I’m not the only one who fancy art in this city.”

Bucky grunted in frustration, his gaze narrowing as he focused on the road ahead. "How many are there?" he asked, his voice rising. His foot pressing the gas even harder.

"Ten," you replied, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "Give or take."

He swore under his breath, the pursuing cars drawing dangerously close, their engines roaring like a pack of hungry wolves. "Shit," he exclaimed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. "I'm going to lose them."

You shook your head. "No, you're not."

A feral determination flashed in Bucky's eyes. "How do you know that?" he snapped, his gaze shifting from the road to the rearview mirror.

"It won't work," you said, shaking your head knowingly. "There are too many of them."

"I'll find a way," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

As the tension in the car escalated, you couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of the chase, reveling in the chaos you had sown. "You know, Bucky, this is much more exhilarating than a quiet night at the museum."

“Can you just shut up for a moment?” he grumbled, a vein pulsating in his forehead.

“I can if you give me the key to the handcuffs," you suggested playfully, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I could be of assistance, you know."

"Not a chance, sweetheart," he replied, his grip firm on the wheel as he executed a sharp turn.

"Come on, it's not like I can go anywhere." You raised your hands, the cuffs clinking against each other, a subtle jingle amidst the chaos. "But a little cooperation could benefit us both."

He didn’t answer you.

The car lurched forward as he swerved around a corner, the wheels squealing. "Nice driving," you said, leaning back against the seat. "But you're not getting rid of them."

"What are they after?" he demanded, his voice tinged with urgency.

"So," you said, smirking, "My little guess is they want what I have."

"What the hell do you have that they want?" Bucky asked, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his gaze unwavering on the road.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," you said, smiling.

Bucky shot you a disapproving look. "This isn't a game, Y/N."

"Oh, but it is," you countered, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Life's just one big game, and we're all players, aren't we?

He turned and glared at you. "Not now," he said, his voice sharp and edged.

"Always," you said, your tone matching his.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Bucky grumbled, his eyes never leaving the road. The gravity of the situation was evident in the tightness of his jaw and the firm grip on the steering wheel.

"Guilty as charged," you admitted, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "But hey, it's not every day you get to be part of a high-speed chase with the infamous Winter Soldier."

He shot you a stern look, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern. "This is serious, Y/N. Just fucking tell me," he said, his knuckles white.

"Sure," you praised with a grin. "But after we address the elephant in the room?" You jingled the handcuffs for emphasis.

Bucky sighed, realizing he couldn't ignore the issue any longer. "Fine. But no funny business." He threw you the key, the metal flying through the air.

You leaned forward, your lips dangerously close to his ear. "Can't make any promises, handsome," you said, catching the key.

As the cuffs fell away, you rubbed your wrists. "Freedom suits me," you remarked, stretching your arms for emphasis, a playful glint still present in your eyes.

"Now, are you going to tell me what's in the bag?"

"About the bag," you continued, eyeing the bag in the back seat. "Inside is an ancient artifact, said to be forged by the gods themselves."

"And you decided to steal it because?"

"What if I told you I had a good reason for what I do? A cause worth fighting for?"

He let out a harsh laugh. "I find it hard to believe you're some kind of modern-day Robin Hood."

"You may change your mind," you said, a smirk spreading across your face.

The car swerved sharply, the tires screeching, as he pulled onto a side road. The situation escalated as the pursuing cars began firing shots. The urgency in the air became palpable, and you knew you had to act quickly. "Now give me a gun so I can help you lose them," you insisted.

He laughed, a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You think I'm stupid?"

"Not stupid, just stubborn." You jumped into the front passenger seat. You opened the glove compartment, a gun sitting inside. "There we go," you said, pulling it out and loading it.

He glanced over at you, his eyes widening. "How did you know that was there?" he asked.

You grinned, the metal of the gun cool against your fingers. "A lady never tells her secrets."

You started shooting, the glass of the back window shattering, the men yelling in the car behind. "I'll cover you," you said, "Take the next turn."

He nodded, his foot pressing the gas pedal even harder. The car roared, speeding down the street, the other cars following close behind. You could see the turn ahead, the lights bright and blinding. He took the turn, the tires squealing, the car swerving. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "Hold on," he said.

The car lurched, the metal groaning as he swerved around a corner. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the wind whipping through the shattered windows. You hit some of them but they were still too many of them.

"They're still on our tail," you said, looking over at him. “Fuck, I’m out of ammo.”

Bucky, focused on the road, swiftly tossed you his gun. "Make every bullet count."

"Got it." You fired off another round, the sound deafening.

The pursuing vehicles continued their relentless pursuit, and you knew that if you didn't act fast, the odds would be stacked against you. You fired off another round, the impact shattering a tire, the car veering off the road.

"One down," you muttered, reloading the gun.

Bucky's eyes were narrowed as he took the next corner, the car skidding.

The pursuing vehicles remained undeterred, continuing their pursuit. You gritted your teeth, frustration mounting, the sound of gunshots ringing in your ears. A series of well-placed shots managed to incapacitate three of the pursuing cars, causing a chain reaction as some collided into each other.

“Nice job, Y/N.” He complimented you, his tone laced with a hint of admiration.

The satisfaction of successfully hitting some of the pursuers was short-lived as four additional cars joined the fray.

"Shit, there's more," you said, your eyes narrowing at the sight. "Where the hell did they come from?"

"Don't worry," he said, his voice tense. "I've got a plan."

"Let's hear it." With your usual resourcefulness stretched thin, you looked to Bucky for a solution in the unfamiliar territory of a high-speed chase.

"You're not gonna like it," he said, his tone serious.

"Try me," you challenged.

He took a deep breath. "We're going to jump," he declared, his gaze unwavering on the road.

Laughter bubbled up, and you shook your head in disbelief, grappling with the audacity of the plan. "You're joking, right?" you quipped, shooting him a skeptical look.

"I wish I were," Bucky replied, a hint of grim determination in his eyes. "We need to lose them, and this is our best shot."

“Are you insane? This is the worst plan I’ve ever heard.” Your gaze flickered between Bucky and the pursuing cars, the gap narrowing with each passing second. The high-stakes nature of the situation left you with little choice. "Beside jump where? We will die if we jump right now.”

“There’s a lake ahead, we can jump into it. We will lose them that way, but it will also leave us vulnerable. It's a risk, I know."

You sighed, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "This is beyond reckless, Bucky. What if it doesn't work? We could end up at the bottom of that lake."

He shot you a confident grin. "Trust me, Y/N. I'm good at what I do. It's the only way to shake them off our tail." His hand grabbed your hand, and his grip was firm, but not painful. "What? Scared?" He teased you, his tone playful.

"It's not fear, it's concern for our survival. Crashing into a lake at this speed sounds like a recipe for disaster."

“Come on, I thought you like the thrill. Just think of it as a leap of faith."

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"Not really," Bucky said, a grin spreading across his face. "Ready to take a leap of faith with me, doll?"

“Fine, let's do it. But if I die, I'm going to haunt your ass forever," you declared, squeezing his hand tightly.

"Fair enough," Bucky replied, his smile widening.

He took a deep breath and pressed the accelerator, the engine roaring, the needle climbing towards the red zone. You watched in silence as the pursuing cars grew larger, the headlights flashing in the darkness.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the inevitable impact. The car barreled toward the edge of the cliff, the headlights illuminating the path ahead. The lake below was dark and foreboding, the water churning, the waves crashing against the shore.

As the car neared the precipice, Bucky glanced at you, "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," you responded, your voice shaky.

"Hold on tight," he instructed, his gaze fixed on the rapidly approaching edge of the cliff. The car's engine roared, and the wind rushed through the broken windows, tousling your hair.

You stole a quick glance at Bucky, his expression unreadable but resolute. "Any last words of wisdom?" you quipped, trying to mask the nervous flutter in your stomach.

"Enjoy the view," he replied, a sly grin forming. "It's about to get interesting."

As the car teetered on the brink, Bucky's foot slammed on the brakes, causing the vehicle to skid to a stop just at the edge. The abrupt halt sent you both lurching forward, hearts pounding.

He turned to you, an amused glint in his eyes. "Thought I'd give you a little scare."

"Are you serious?" you exclaimed, a mix of relief and exasperation flooding through you. "We could have died!"

Bucky chuckled, his laughter blending with the distant sounds of pursuit. "But we didn't. Sometimes a fake-out is all you need."

The sirens grew louder, and you both knew the charade couldn't last. Bucky glanced at the lake below. "Ready for the real thing?"

With a nod, you steeled yourself for the plunge. "Let's make it count."

Bucky released the brakes, and the car descended, gravity pulling it towards the dark water below. The wind rushed past your ears, the cold water engulfing you, the sound of the engine dying. For a moment, all you could see was darkness, the cold water enveloping you, the weight of the car dragging you deeper.

You fumbled with the seatbelt, the pressure of the water making every movement sluggish. Bucky's gloved hand reached over, assisting you in the frantic struggle to unfasten the restraint. Then he kicked the car's door, hastening its descent as the water rushed in. You couldn't breathe, the weight of the car and the water pressure keeping you submerged.

Amidst the chaos, Bucky signaled for you to follow him while the relentless pursuers continued to fire at the sinking car. However, your mind fixated on the artifact, you tried to reach it, you weren't going to leave it after risking so much to acquire it.

Bucky, seeing what you were trying to do, grabbed your arm silently urging you to leave the bag behind. How could you, though, after the life-threatening ordeal you'd just faced? Bucky swam towards you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you out of the car. He shook his head, signaling that there was no time for anything. You knew he was right, but the artifact was so close...

You shook your head and swam away to get the artifact, your lungs burning. You weren't going to leave without it. The car was almost completely submerged, and the gunshots from above had ceased. Bucky reached for you, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. He shook his head, but you pushed him away.

You swam towards the car, reaching for the artifact. Your fingers brushed against it, but you couldn't grab it. ‘Come on, come on.’ you thought to yourself. With a final burst of effort, you freed the bag and kicked toward the surface, the light growing brighter.

Bucky helped you up, the pair of you gasping for air. You looked at him, your heart racing, the artifact clutched in your hand. You'd done it.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, the chill of the water seeping into your bones. "I'm fine," you replied, your teeth chattering in the cold. “What about you?”

"I've had worse," he replied, a wry smile playing on his lips. "We should get to the shore before they figure out we're still alive."

With the artifact clutched tightly in your hand, you swam toward the lake's edge, Bucky by your side. The pair of you trudged through the mud, the cold water weighing down your clothes. Your feet were numb, your muscles aching. You had no idea how far you'd swum, but it had felt like an eternity.

He guided you out of the water, his warmth a welcome contrast to the frigid air. Wrapped in his solid embrace, you both moved towards the side of the road, the distant sirens growing louder by the second.

"Here," he offered, extending his leather jacket to shield you from the biting cold.

"Thank you," you murmured, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"No worries," he replied, a soft smile on his face.

The pair of you were quiet for a moment, the sound of the police sirens getting closer. You knew the authorities would be looking for the crashed car, and you knew you didn't have much time.

You pulled out a syringe from your pocket and injected him with the sedative, knocking him into the ground. You looked down at him, he looked up at you, his eyes filled with confusion and betrayal. "Sorry, handsome."

Within second, he fell unconscious. You looked down at his sleeping face, your heart swelling with affection. You knew you'd never see him again, but you hoped that he'd have a long, happy life.

You gently kissed his forehead, your lips lingering for a moment. "Thank you, Bucky," you whispered. "For everything."

And with that, you disappeared into the night, the artifact in your hands, the weight of a successful mission bringing a smile to your face.

But a little part of your heart remained with him, the memory of his warmth and kindness. You knew it was foolish, but you couldn't help but wish for a different life. One where you could be with him, a normal life with a man who would cherish you and protect you.

"Maybe in another life," you sighed, and the reality of the mission set in.

You left him there, your feet carrying you to safety. You knew he'd be angry, you had a job to do, and you were going to do it. You looked around, the sounds of sirens filling the night. You slipped away, disappearing into the darkness.

To be continued....

I understand there's no smut in this part, and I've left you with a bit of a cliffhanger. Don't worry, though! I promise the next part will more than make up for it. Bucky is on his way, determined to find her. Stay tuned for the steamy sequel!

Thank you so much for reading! if you enjoyed this, please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

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Hi! Could you please write about Fem! Reader x Peter B? (NSFW) I would love it if it could include fluff and age gap, thank you 🥺❤️

i’m mixing two requests together so i can kill two birds with one stone

the second request was “can you write another peter b parker fic ?? 🫣” so imma do that

anyway, thank you both for requesting 😘😘

Big, Pretty Eyes

peter b parker x fem!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 19 and peter is 30 something), cheating, soft dom peter, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

“Oh! And look at this one!” Peter held out his phone in front of Miguel as they walked towards the cafeteria, with Mayday perched on Miguel’s shoulder. “Oh! And this one-“

“Peter. May is right here, I do not need to see pictures of her.” Miguel spoke lowly, a constant tone of sass and annoyance in his voice.

Peter just brushed him off, pulling up more photos. “Yeah, but you don’t see her eating spaghetti right now, do you? Like, look at this-“

He was cut off once more as Jess walked up to them. “The new recruit is here, Miguel.” She hummed out, looking behind her as if she was ready to introduce someone, but there was no one there, making her scoff and look around.

“Kid!” She yelled, clapping her hands to get the attention of a girl who was patting Web-slinger’s horse.

Said girl jumped and looked around, scurrying over. “Sorry, Jess.” She said sheepishly, tugging off her white and pink mask, revealing her face that Peter finally focused on after having his eyes glued on how her (adorably pink and white) spider suit clung to her body

He swallowed harshly, plucking Mayday off of Miguel’s shoulder as she started reaching for the new stranger.

“This is the boss man I was telling you about, kid.” Jess introduced, nodding at Miguel.

A smile grew on her face as she held her hand out. "Hi, Mr. Miguel, I'm-" She cut herself off after seeing the small baby in Peter's arms. "Oh. My. Goodness. That is the cutest baby I've ever seen." She cooed, holding her hands out for Mayday. "Can I hold her?" She asked, looking up at Peter with big, doe eyes.

He just stared for a moment before nodding. "Oh. Oh, yeah." He handed Mayday over, watching as the girl scooped the baby up into her arms.

"You are just the cutest, honey." She giggled, playing with Mayday's red hair. "What's her name?" She looked back up at Peter with those big, pretty eyes that made all the blood rush from his head down to his cock.

"Uh, May. Mayday." He mumbled, shaking his head slightly and tying his robe up in the front to hide his boner that was practically being strangled through the thin material of his spider suit.

"She's adorable." She complimented, bouncing Mayday while still looking up at Peter with those big, pretty eyes.

Those same big, pretty eyes that had his hand wrapped around his cock later that night, while imagining those big, pretty eyes looking up at him with her mouth wrapped around his dick.

Also those same big, pretty eyes that lead to him fucking MJ later that night, imagining her beneath him instead of this wife.

The next day Peter walked around the spider society with Mayday in his arms, trying to avoid the colours pink and white at any cost, not wanting to be reminded of the young girl he met yesterday.

He groaned under his breath slightly when he heard Jess’s voice calling out to him. He stopped walking and turned around to face her, grumbling ‘fuck’ under his breath when he saw the girl standing behind Jess, her hands behind her back and mask off, showing off her pretty eyes that made Peter want to run to the nearest bathroom. But instead he just walked over and greeted Jess with a smile and a bounce of Mayday who immediately started reaching for the younger girl again.

He looked to her before passing her the baby, making a large smile grow on her face as she took Mayday and played with her.

Now, Peter really did try and pay attention to what Jess was saying. He really did. But all he could focus on was how the younger girl played with his daughter and how her lips puckered to kiss the baby’s chubby cheeks.

“Peter? You paying attention?” Jess asked, raising her eyebrows.

Peter inhaled and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“Hm. Sure.” She hummed, taking Mayday into her arms making her whine and start to fuss. “Have fun, Peter.” She nodded and walked off with the whining baby in her arms.

“What?” He mumbled under his breath before looking over at the girl as she was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Jess said you gotta show me around for the day..” She smiled sweetly.

“Ah, thanks.” He mumbled, cursing himself for not listening and making up some excuse as to why he couldn’t because now he had to spend all day with the subject of his fantasies for the past 24 hours.

He nodded his head to the side and started walking, a faint smile on his lips as he saw her skip next to him.

“I know I kept saying it yesterday, but your daughter really is adorable.” She giggled out, looking around.

“Thank you.” He smiled, and tried to force out the words ‘she gets it from her mother’ but couldn’t.

She looked at his hand as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You’re not married?” She asked softly, making him look at his hand and put it in his robe pocket so she couldn’t see the tan line from where his ring usually is.

“Um, nope.” Peter wasn’t exactly sure why he left his wedding ring off that morning. Or why he took it off considering he hadn’t once in the past year.

She bit her lip and looked at him. “You got a girlfriend or something?”

“Nope. Divorced.” He wasn’t exactly sure why he lied then either. Well, he technically knew why, but he wasn’t sure why M.J was suddenly the last thought on his mind.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Mayday’s mother?” He nodded in response and shrugged.

“It’s okay. You didn’t ruin our marriage, you don’t need to apologise.” He laughed slightly and couldn’t stop the thought of how she really could be the end of his marriage entering and running around his mind.

“Yeah, I guess.” She smiled and shrugged.

Peter looked around, furrowing his brows when he saw where they were.

“Well, uh, these are bedrooms for when we get back from a particularly hard mission and can’t make it home or have to recover from injury or something.” He said, opening a door so she could look in the bedroom. He looked her up and down as she walked in, his eyes staying on her ass for a few moments.

“Miguel really decked these out, huh?” She giggled, jumping onto the bed and laying in it.

“Yeah, he did. It’s a shame they aren’t used too often. Well, not really for their purpose anyway.” He shrugged, leaning on the now closed door.

“What purpose?” She asked, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

His cheeks erupted in a blush as he looked to the ground.

“Well.. you know?” He spoke awkwardly, looking at her only to see a confused expression on her face.

“Like.. oh god. I didn’t think I’d have to have the talk for a couple years yet.” He groaned and move to sit on the bed next to her.

“Ohhh. Like… sexual purposes?” She muttered. “Why here, though?” She furrowed her brows, kicking her feet.

“I’m not sure. I guess sexual desire might be more strong in us compared to a regular human.” He shrugged. “I’m not really sure. I haven’t exactly done it.”

“Why? Cause you’re always carrying around Mayday?” She giggled, bumping his shoulder with hers.

He laughed too, shaking his head.

“I guess I just never had someone to do it with.” And I have a wife he thought but didn’t say, just looking up at her from where he was looking at the ground, only to find her already looking at him with those big, pretty eyes.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” He blurted out before he could stop it. His own eyes widened as he processed what he said. “Uh- i- I mean-“

“Thanks.” She giggled cutting him off as her cheeks turned red.

He inhaled, looking her up and down as they sat next to each other on the edge of the bed, their shoulders touching.

He debated with himself for a few moments before he brought a hand up and cupped her jaw, giving her time to pull away before he pressed his lips to hers. But she didn’t. She didn’t pull away. Instead her hands gripped his robe and kissed him back.

He groaned into her lips, his free hand gripping her waist.

He broke away from her lips after a few moments, a dark blush on both of their faces.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He groaned, burying his head into his hands.

"Hey, no, it's okay." She reassured in her sweet voice.

"No it's not. You're so much younger than me." And I have a wife and child he wanted to say.

"I didn't mind it. I wouldn't have kissed you back if I wasn't okay with it." She put her hand on his thigh, rubbing softly.

He removed his hands from his face, looking over at her, seeing those big, pretty eyes looking over at him.

"Can.. can I kiss you again?" He asked nervously.

She giggled and nodded.

He inhaled deeply before surging forward and pressing their lips together. It was a sweet kiss, which surprised him greatly. He thought the raging boner he had would make him a sexual deviant and fuck her brains out, but he just wanted to take care of her.

Although he didn’t immediately press her into the (comfy) mattress and fuck her, the little whimper she let out when he gripped her thigh made him want to bust in his sweatpants.

He groaned into her lips before gripping both of her thighs and shuffling up the bed, softly putting her down on it so her head was on the pillow. He hovered above her, one of his hands playing with her hair that was sprawled out on the pillow.

“Pretty girl.” He mumbled making her giggle and look away. “Hey, hey, don’t look away, sweetheart. Wanna see those pretty eyes.” He gripped her chin and turned her head back towards him. “There she is.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

He trailed his hand down her body, rubbing across the spandex suit, making sure to pay extra attention to her tits before trailing his hand down her tummy and to her plush thighs.

“So perfect.” He mumbled, settling between her thighs to rub his thumb across the warmth he felt between her legs. “Can- can I take-“

He couldn’t even finish before she was sitting up and reaching behind her back to peel her suit off. As it reached her hips, he tugged it down the rest of the way, dropping it to the ground.

He sat up on his knees, just admiring her body. Her perfect curves. Her big, pretty eyes.

He quickly dove his head in between her legs to ignore the growing feeling of affection he felt towards her, pushing MJ even further into the back of his mind. He relished in the whiny, breathy moan that erupted from her mouth as he flicked his tongue over her clit.

He moved down to focus on her entrance, purposefully pressing his nose into her clit as her circled her entrance with his tongue, slowly working it in.

She let out another moan as he thrusted his tongue in and out of her, his nose brushing against her puffy clit.

“Oh, please, Peter!” She whined loudly, gripping the bedsheets as he slowly pressed his index finger into her to replace his tongue as he moved back up to suck on her clit.

“What, pretty girl? Tell me what you want.” He grumbled into her clit, flicking it with his tongue as he pressed his middle finger inside of her and started to curl them.

“Want- want to cum, Peter! Your mouth is so good!” She whimpered out, tugging on the bedsheets.

“Hmm, cum for me. Cum on my face. In my mouth, pretty girl.” He grumbled, thrusting his fingers inside of her.

She whimpered as the coil in her tummy started getting tighter.

Her back arched as she came over his face, her legs shaking. He slowly thrusted his fingers inside of her to help her ride through her orgasm.

He kept moving his fingers until she pushed his head away from her with an overstimulated whine.

He shuffled up the bed and laid beside her, sticking his fingers inside her mouth.

“You taste so good.” His words were muffled through his fingers as he sucked on them, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head at the taste of her.

She bit her bottom lip as she watched him, feeling the heat pool in her tummy again.

As soon as he took his fingers out of his mouth, she pushed his robe off of his shoulders, throwing it to the ground before doing the same with his sweatpants then his own spandex suit.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, watching her tug his clothes off.

He softly pushed her shoulders back, stabilising himself over her with his arms on either side of her head.

“You sure you want this?” He mumbled, moving a hand down to position his hard dick at her entrance.

“So- so sure.” She whined softly, looking down to in between her legs so she could see him push in.

He nodded, chewing on his lip as he slowly pushed the tip in, immediately groaning at the feeling, his head burying into her neck, hearing the loud whine she let out.

He closed his eyes and held back the feeling of wanting to cum right away.

“Please- please move, Peter.” She whined, pulling him out of his daze and making him realise he was barely inside of her.

He groaned and nodded, pushing himself in further until he got halfway. “So tight, pretty girl.” He mumbled into her neck more pushing in further.

He slowly pushed in until he got to the base, his small tuft of pubic hair pressing against her pubic bone.

“Oh god!” She moaned, her arms wrapping around him, her nails digging into his back.

“That’s it.” He mumbled, slowly moving his hips back before pushing back into her.

“So pretty. So gorgeous. Feel fantastic wrapped around my dick.” He mumbled into her neck, letting out a small whimper as she clenched around him.

She moaned, her head falling back into the pillows as he thrusted back in after pulling out until she was wrapped only around his tip.

“Oh! You- you feel so good. Fillin’ me up so good.” She whined, her back arching as he trailed his hand down her body and rubbed her clit as he increased his pace.

“Please, Peter.” She whined loudly, her nails digging even more into his back.

“What? What, pretty girl? What do you want me to do for you?” He grumbled, thrusting his hips inside of her, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

“Oh, please, please.” She whined again.

“God, you don’t even know what you want, huh? Just want me, don’t you?” He grinned, kissing her pulse point.

She whimpered and nodded her head. “Just- just need you.”

“That’s it.” He mumbled, morning when he felt her clench on him after he rubbed her clit even more.

“God, you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?” He mumbled, pressing kisses all over her neck.

She whined and nodded enthusiastically, dragging her nails down his back.

“Cum, baby.” He groaned, sucking on her neck.

“What- what about you? Wanna cum at the same time as you.” She whined.

“Just feeling you clench around me will be enough for me to bust, pretty. Just cum. Cum all over my dick, pretty.” He mumbled into her ear making her leg out a high pitched moan.

Her legs started shaking as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him, making him whimper.

“I-I can cum in you, right?” He moaned making her nod.

“Please.” She whined making him moan and cum inside of her, letting out a shudder as he felt the warmth of his own cum surrounding his dick in her tight pussy.

A few moments later he pulled out, watching his cum leak out of her. He pressed kisses up her tummy, to her ribs, to her chest, her collarbones, up her neck, then finally to her lips.

“My pretty girl.” He mumbled against her lips.

“Y’know I uh, I don’t blame you.” Peter heard Miguel say to him from behind him in the cafeteria line, breaking him out of his stare at the younger girl playing with his daughter.

“Huh?” Peter asked, turning to the huge man, seeing him already holding his box of empanadas. “What’re you talking about?”

“I had cameras installed in the recovery rooms after I heard what was happening in them.” Miguel said with a grin on his face.

Peter’s mouth turned dry at the man’s words. “Uh- uh- what?”

Miguel rolled his eyes, grumbling something in Spanish. “Don’t act dumb. I saw what happened the other day.”

“Please-“ Peter tried to beg but Miguel cut him off.

“I won’t say anything to MJ. Promise. Like I said; I don’t blame you. I would too if I got a chance.” He shrugged before leaving the line, empanada box in hand.

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