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Will create works that contain: General: Getting together Angst with happy ending Idiots in love Pining/repression Soulmates/soulbonds Time travel/loops/manipulation Fix-its Hurt/comfort Multiverse shenanigans/travel Strangers/friends/enemies to lovers Imbalanced power dynamics Confined spaces/trapped together Sex pollen/magic made them do it/forced bonding Fake/pretend relationship Age gaps Smut: Porn with plot (even if the plot is shaky at best) Everyone orgasms BDSM with or without toys/outfits, with or without explicit kink negotiation Dubcon Versatile characters Foreplay (making out, kissing, nipple stimulation, finger sucking, etc.) Oral Sex Penetrative sex (oral, vaginal, anal, perceived/intercrural) Grinding and tribbing Rough/angry/messy sex with or without aftercare Sweet sex with aftercare (cudding, wiping up, offering water, etc.) Dark: Prefer positive/ambiguous endings Torture Isolation Non-con Watersports (no pee-to-mouth) Humiliation Mind control Manipulation Whump Minimal/no prep before penetration No aftercare/neglect AU: Canon-divergence Trope-y AUs that are still based around canon (soulmates, time travel)

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Will create works for the following relationships: Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov - MCU Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanov - What If..? Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood - MCU Natasha Romanov-centric - What If..? Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo - MCU Peter Parker/Tony Stark - MCU Peter Parker/Wade Wilson - MCU, Spider-Man (Raimi trilogy), Spider-Verse (animated films), TASM, X-Men movieverse Bucky Barnes/Peter Parker - What If..? Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop - MCU Christine Palmer/Pepper Potts - MCU

Work Description: I am offering a 5k+ fic (5k minimum, any longer is story dependent) with a starting bid of 10 USD and bids in 1 USD increments. I expect a 5k fic to take 4-8 weeks without any unforeseen real life events that could affect the timeline. Due to other obligations, I would not start work until 1 Jan 2024 but would be happy to discuss ideas in the meantime. As a writer, I prefer to take ideas/prompts/tropes and run with them until finished. For this project, I would complete a rough draft, polish it, then submit to the winner to see if they have any suggested thoughts/changes. Once the winner is satisfied, I would pass the fic to my beta. If my beta has any suggestions beyond SPAG, I would consult with the winner. If my beta did not have any suggestions beyond SPAG, I would submit the complete fic once beta read. I would need one person to represent the pod/group for podbid communications. If you have any specific requests outside of my preferences, please reach out in advance to discuss to ensure we are both comfortable with the subject matter. Ship notes: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson (Into the Spider-Verse): I added this with Peter B. Parker in mind. Natasha Romanov-Centric (What If?): This would be specific to Natasha from the universe where Ultron Won. Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanov (What If?): I could make this work with either version of Natasha (Captain Carter or Ultron Won). Bucky Barnes/Peter Parker (What If?): This would be specific to the Zombies episode.

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Will create works for the following relationships: Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov - MCU Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanov - MCU, What If..? Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood - MCU Natasha Romanov-centric - What If..? Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo - MCU Peter Parker/Tony Stark - MCU Peter Parker/Wade Wilson - 616, MCU, Spider-Man (Raimi trilogy), Spider-Verse (animated films), TASM, X-Men movieverse Bucky Barnes/Peter Parker - What If..? Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop - MCU Christine Palmer/Pepper Potts - MCU

Work Description: I am offering a 10k+ fic (10k minimum, any longer is story dependent) with a starting bid of 20 USD and bids in 1 USD increments. I expect a 10k fic to take 10-12 weeks without any unforeseen real life events that could affect the timeline. Due to other obligations, I would not start work until 1 Jan 2024 but would be happy to discuss ideas in the meantime. As a writer, I prefer to take ideas/prompts/tropes and run with them until finished. For this project, I would complete a rough draft, polish it, then submit to the winner to see if they have any suggested thoughts/changes. Once the winner is satisfied, I would pass the fic to my beta. If my beta has any suggestions beyond SPAG, I would consult with the winner. If my beta did not have any suggestions beyond SPAG, I would submit the complete fic once beta read. I would need one person to represent the pod/group for podbid fic communications. If you have any specific requests outside of my preferences, please reach out in advance to discuss to ensure we are both comfortable with the subject matter. Ship notes: - Peter Parker/Wade Wilson (Into the Spider-Verse): I added this with Peter B. Parker in mind, but I'm also okay with the blonde, blue-eyed Peter who died in Into the Spider-Verse. - Peter Parker/Wade Wilson (616): I can adapt to just about any Deadpool/Spider-Man requested (I prefer Peter Parker Spider-Man because I'm more familiar with him), but if you have a specific comic run in mind, I may have to check it out from the library first to make sure I get the characterization right. - Natasha Romanov-Centric (What If?): This would be specific to Natasha from the universe where Ultron Won. - Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanov (What If?): I could make this work with either version of Natasha (Captain Carter or Ultron Won). - Bucky Barnes/Peter Parker (What If?): This would be specific to the Zombies episode.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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You again, Spider | Spider-Man Prequel Series P.7

Follows the events of Spider-Man 2

Catch up on parts 1–6 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (romantic), tobey!peter x Mary Jane Watson (only for S1), Harry Osborn, Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, Norman Osborn, Otto Octavius, J. Jonah Jameson (pretty much every character from the Raimi trilogy)

Content Warnings: profanity, criminal activity, flirtatious banter | Female reader (she/her)

Premise: Peter’s plans never seem to work out—which has become more prominent as he struggles to balance both a civilian and superhero life. Unable to see MJ’s show, Peter starts his night on patrol only to find himself in a pickle when his webs seem to fail on him. And he’s not the only one to witness it happen, because a curious cat lurks in the shadows.

Note: I know this is short, but the next few will be longer I promise.

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One second Peter Parker, donned in red and swinging across New York city after failing to make it to Mary Janes show, thinks everything is going to be fine. He’ll get to class early, apply for another job, and try to get MJ to forgive him. Then the next second, he finds himself in a pickle. A pickle in which he’s falling through the air and landing, very hard, on the roof of a building. Thankfully the air vent tunnel broke his fall.

But his back was going to take the brute of it.

Peter was sure all of New York could hear his scream. Limbs failing all around until eventually he let out a nasty grunt upon making impact. Huffing, he pulled himself up and cranked his neck. ‘What the hell?’ He thought to himself. What occurred had never happened before. There was already so much going on, the last thing Peter needed was for his powers to start acting up. As hand started to rise, preparing to take off his mask, a faint giggle stopped him before he could. A familiar giggle at that.

Turning around, Peter froze when he located the source. “You,” he said aloud. She was sitting perched on the ledge of the opposite building looking down on him. The Black Cat. The name of New York’s newly infamous cat burglar, dubbed by J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle himself. For almost two years she’s managed to rob over a thousand businesses and high profiled individuals—all while keeping out of Spider-Man’s reach. Rumor has it the Black Cat has been working for the organized crime boss Kingpin.

Like Spider-Man, no one has successfully identified the woman. It’s said her white hair is actually a wig, the color of her eyes are contacts, the mask she wears muffles her voice and there’s no hints as to what her background may be. All that was known about the cat burglar was she was great at breaking & entering, handling a grappling hook, and making a fashion statement. Since she rose to ‘fame’ there had been an increase in black leather sales.

And here she was looking down at Peter with a glint in her eyes. “You again, Spider.” There was no doubt she just witnessed him fall several stories and break his back and ass on the vent tunnel. It’s a good thing she laughed, otherwise Peter would’ve exposed himself. “That look liked it hurt.”

“Well it sure didn’t feel like a massage, that’s for sure.”

Another giggle, “What happened, Spider? Got your webs in a twist?”

“Feels like it,” he mumbled, but she heard nonetheless. Her eyebrow quirked up, almost disappearing beneath the black outline of her mask. Peter shook his head before asking, “Been busy tonight causing trouble?” The twitch beneath her mask gave him the answer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She pushes off the ledge, landing on the roof of the building he was on in a cat-like pose. As she stood she said, “it’s been busy these days. I’ve moved up in the ranks than just a simple gem burglar.”

Tension filled Peter, eyes narrowing under his mask. “So it’s true then. You’re working for Fisk?”

“More like returning some favors I owe him.” She walked over slowly, but doesn’t get close enough. It was tempting for Peter to shoot a web at her, to prevent her from getting away, but given it just failed to swing him there was a chance it would not work. She probably knew this too and was testing him.

“He’s a dangerous man.”

Something flashed in her eyes. “All men are dangerous.” Peter wanted to defend himself, but knew it would do no good. There obviously was a deeper meaning to her words. Part of him wanted to know, but out of respect he did not question her.

Instead he changed the subject. “So…I’m sorry I don’t know what to call you? Black Cat? Cat? Person who’s calling me trouble?”

“ooo I like trouble,” she hums, hopping onto a thin ledge to balance herself. Peter nearly rushes when it looks like she stumbles in her high heels, but she simply was doing a turn. “Cat is also nice. Fits since I call you Spider.”

Peter tries to ignore the anxiety filling him as she continues to spin and twirl on the ledge. One wrong move and she would go over the building. And unlike his downfall, there would only be hard pavement to catch her fall.

But then again she had her grappling hook and managed just fine for two years. Maybe he was worrying too much.

“Anyways….Cat, what’s caused you to just..” he waves his hands awkwardly and she just tilts her head him. Peter then sighs, “you know. For two years you’ve kept hidden from me. Now all of a sudden you—.”

“Well when you hear Spider-Man screaming for dear life and literally falling out of the sky, it makes one curious don’t you think?” She does a handstand, making Peter’s breath catch before coming down and flipping off onto the roof. “I know, I know, curiosity is what killed the cat. But considering your….technical difficulties regarding your webs, I doubt that will happen tonight of all nights.”

He scoffs, “don’t get too cocky now.” It only makes her giggle, rolling her eyes in the process. When she does another spin he catches sight of the grappling hook attached to her side. “I take it was a slow night then, considering you stopped whatever it was to come check on me.”

“Check on you?” She repeats amused, then gives a shrug. “I guess you can call it that. Would’ve been tragic to find New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man knocking on deaths door. What happened anyway?” He could hear the curiosity in her tone. It made him unease, for she could surely take advantage of the situation at any second.

“I’m really not sure,” he says honestly, glancing down to his wrists. He pulls the suit down slightly to check and finds nothing wrong with it. “Some kind of spoof. B-but I’m sure it won’t happen again,” he rushes out urgently, assuring mostly himself than her. She just gives a ‘hmmm.’

A few seconds of silence pass over them. Neither knowing what to say next. It felt a little awkward, but then again what does a superhero and their criminal nemesis talk about after two years since their last encounter?

Then she started to snap her fingers, pointing him as if she was trying to put a name to something. “You know, there’s something familiar about you. But I just can’t put a name to it.” Peter tenses lightly, tilting his head as he stares back.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she affirms, bringing her pointer finger to her chin to tap it. “There’s something about your…..aura, I guess. Like I’ve met you outside of this,” she gestures between them. Again, a rush anxiety fills Peter. What if she was right? Could they have they met at some point in the civilian world?

It was possible. But New York is huge with millions of people alone in the city. Maybe Peter walked passed her on the street and had no idea. Or photographed her in the background in one of his photos. Maybe he was just some bloke to her who bumped into her on the subway. Whatever it was Peter didn’t dwell on it. As long as he didn’t give himself away than he was safe.

It would be bad news if a associate of Wilson Fisk knew his identity.

“Eh, who am I kidding?” She then chuckles, making him relax. “Big city, big world. I’ve robbed people who’ve met me in everyday life and they have no idea. Gotta love living this life off the grid.”

“Hehe. Yeah,” he scratches his neck. Crisis averted. Peter then looks at her both with curiosity and suspicion. “Why do you do it anyway? Rob high profile people like it’s nothing?”

There’s a light scoff from the Cat, her hand brushing hair from her face. “Wouldn’t you if you had the chance?”

“Committing crimes is not really my forte, as you can see.”

“Well duh,” she rolls her eyes again. “How could you be the cities favorite vigilante if you did? Anyway the point is, Spider, I don’t take from those who are in need of it. Basically they’ll still be fine if they were to lose a couple thousand dollars or that watch worth 25k, or even one of their dozen cars collecting dust in a garage.”

All Peter could do was let his mouth slightly part open. Of course she didn’t see it. “It’s still stealing,” he tells her, hand going out as if to emphasize his point. “You’re still committing a crime.” While he could agree that it was unfair how the rich slept comfortably at night while thousands of people were homeless or barely making it day by day, the law was still the law.

“Ugh,” she made a gagging sound while waving a hand. “Self-righteousness is so overrated, Spider. Think of all that could be done if they were to give up just a faction of what they make. Kids in the orphanage would have plenty of clothes and food and things to keep them entertained. The soup kitchen and shelter could house more people on the street and give them a warm bed at night. Schools in the projects would be funded.” With each sentence she got more passionate, he could see it in her eyes.

The thought then crossed him, “Are you saying you don’t keep the things you steal?” There was a flare of respect and admiration to the burglar. “You essentially give it back to those in need.”

There’s a flicker of pride in her eyes as she nods, “Although I do keep a small percentage to myself. As a treat, you know. But the majority does go to those things. There are more people in this city deserving of it than some greedy corporate scammers.”

Peter was astonished. Never has he met someone so selfless—ignoring the part where she does keep a bit because honestly he couldn’t blame her—but still, not many criminals were like her. There was still the question though, “Why Fisk?”

“Like I said, favors.”

“Okayyyy,” he draws out, “But how? He’s the most dangerous and well known crime boss in the city. How does a lone cat burglar get on his radar?” Something in her gaze told him she wasn’t in the mood to get into it. The talk of curiosity killing the cat dawned on him—only it was in regards to him and not the one with the namesake.

“Let’s save that for another day, Spider. Long stories require time and that’s something you and I don’t have right now. Better to leave things unsaid—for safety reasons of course.” He sees her glance over her shoulder, as if to check if someone is watching. Then he remembered Fisk always had spies at the ready for his employees.

“Sure thing,” he agrees, also taking a moment to scout the area. Luckily nothing was out of the ordinary. The only thing they could hear was the sounds coming from down below.

She clapped her hands, the sound making him jump slightly. “Well then, this is where I take my leave. It was fun running into you again—although it was very unorthodox if I must say.” She starts to walk toward the ledge, Peter follows her but keeps distance. When her back is to him he attempts a web in her direction, but nothing comes out. “Nice try,” she calls out, causing him to freeze as heat takes over his body.

“Couldn’t hurt to try,” he mumbles under his breath.

She laughs, spinning on her heal to face him. White hair whips against the slight breeze and her hand goes to her grappling hook. “I’ll be seeing you, Spider,” she makes a motion of her eyes to his. “Hopefully you’re little problem will be fixed. Can’t have a spider without it’s web.”

The young man sighs, defeated and annoyed by the timing. Finally the Black Cat was in his grasps, but he failed to catch her once again. “Catch you later, Cat. Literally.” The last word makes her laugh again, this time harder with her head tilting back. She even wipes away a fake tear much to his annoyance.

“You’re funny, Spider.” The grappling hook removes from it’s holster. “You’re an optimist. I’ll give you that.” With one last wink followed by a ‘see ya,’ the hook shoots off to the adjacent building, pulling the woman off her feet and into the air. She swings past Peter and out of his sight. Gone in the blink of an eye.

All Peter could do was drop his head to his shoulders, shaking it as it goes. First disappointing MJ, then his web situation, now loosing the Cat amongst it all. Luck was just not in the cards for Peter Parker. Or Spider-Man.

Would he ever get a break? Not even an elevator ride would give him that.

………………..

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Family Trip

MCU!Peter Parker x Raimi!Parker!reader

Raimi!Peter Parker x daughter!reader

warnings: NWH SPOILERS

a/n: i was speeding thru this sorry lmao

prompt:

You were lost and found in the blink of an eye after a yellow flash of light changed your surroundings. Almost everything was the same, but billboards, cars, a few buildings, and then some were swapped out. “What is ‘Rogers: the Musical?’” You muttered and looked up to the sky to see a red figure swinging by. Perfect, you thought. You pulled your own mask down over your face and shot a web to a nearby building, taking a leap for momentum.

You didn’t know that here it wasn’t normal for two Spider-People to be swinging through New York, nor did you understand why helicopters began following you, but you were getting closer to Spider-Man. Your head was pounding, Spider-Sense tingling, then followed him into an alley, dismounting with a flip. “Dad, what’s going on?!” You shouted and he stepped a little closer to you, giving you a better look at the suit.

“‘Dad?’” He asked in pure confusion and you stepped back once. “Who are you?”

“Who are you?” Your sense was different than it had ever felt before. “Because you sure aren’t Peter Parker.” You said and he quickly yanked off his mask.

“I am Peter Parker!” He exclaimed. “Everyone knows I’m Peter Parker, but I’ve never seen you before! Are you..?”

“…from another universe.” You mumbled and slowly pulled your mask off and shook your hair out, revealing your face to the familiar stranger. “Because you look nothing like my dad.”

“Your dad is me?” Peter asked in complete disbelief, trying to take all of this in. You were pretty shocked, too. And scared. You were far from home with no understanding of how you got here or how you’d get back. “And you’re…Spider-Girl?”

“Yeah, and yeah.” You nodded and peeked out of the alley. “So, what’s going on out there. I know it’s New York, but this is crazy. Is it always like this?”

“Well, a villain turned on me and revealed my secret identity and everyone is blaming me for his death and thinks he’s the real hero. I’ve had a, a really rough week.” He explained and as you walked back towards him, you walked straight into a portal and found yourself behind an invisible door with Peter on the other side.

“Hey! Hey, what is this!” You spun around and crawled up the wall, starting to freak out. “Peter?” You saw an unfamiliar figure in the room, as well, strange looking.

“Doctor Strange?” Peter said and you giggled to yourself. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is that spell that you screwed up started pulling in everyone who knows Peter Parker is Spider-Man. From every universe.” You spectated the conversation and knocked on the not-so-there door, waving at the wizard. “Do you know who that is?”

“I’m y/n. Y/N Parker. Spider-Girl. Peter Parker’s daughter.” You quickly introduced yourself and waited for some more information.

“Congratulations, Peter.” Strange sarcastically told him.

“She’s my age.” Peter replied like it helped at all. “But wait, I thought you contained the spell?”

“It seems a few of them managed to slip through.” Strange pointed to you. “I need you to find and capture the rest.” They talked a bit more and you even witnessed what looked to be real magic. Honestly, this whole trip was amazing, even if it was completely terrifying.

“I can help,” you offered, “I’m no stranger to this business, obviously.” You motioned to the spider on your chest and Peter vouched for you with just a look. The wizard looked tired of him. You, too, but you were just guilty by association.

“Fine.” He waved his hand and the invisible door vanished, leaving you free once again as you ran from confinement.

“Thank you, ‘Doctor Strange.’” You told him, offering to shake his hand, which his hesitantly accepted. “Please never put me in there again, though. That sucked.”

“Just a precaution.” Strange defended his actions and you agreed.

“Do you think my dad might be here? Like, the one who raised me?” You asked, peering over at the young Peter, who shrugged.

“It’s possible. But it’s also possible that his enemies are here, so get to work, kids.” Strange exited the room in a very dramatic fashion and you stared in disbelief.

“So, you have magic here, huh?” You observed and Peter nodded. “Cool, cool.”

“You don’t?” He asked like that was the craziest thing he’d ever heard.

“Guess we just come from different backgrounds.” You joked and he fist bumped you. “So where should we start?”

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Now you found yourself at Peter’s borrowed condo, sharing it with a few villains that Peter intended on fixing before they get sent back to their respective worlds. And a few of them were familiar—not as if you crossed paths with them, but you knew them through stories of regret that your father had told you when you donned the mask. It’s what drove you to help. Helping them would help your world’s Spider-Man.

First was Otto, who you heard all about. An inspiration lost in the glory of his science. Peter clicked the chip into his neck and you all bit your tongues. All hope was lost until Doc woke up a new man, relieved if the pressure his creation had put on him. You were delighted by the joy on his face, and once he thanked Peter, he approached you to properly introduce himself.

“So you’re my Peter’s daughter.” He smiled and rested his hands on your shoulders. “I’m sure he’s so proud of you.”

“I hope so.” You chuckled and felt a bit lighter at the breakthrough. “He talked about you a lot,” Otto’s smile dropped and you shook your head quickly, “all good things, I promise.”

“That makes sense, actually.” He replied and walked you away from the center of the room, towards the window. “I do apologize for my behavior at the wizard’s home. I wasn’t exactly…myself.”

“No problem, Doctor Octavius. I understand.” You assured him and his smile returned once more.

“You remind me of him.” Otto patted you on the back and warmed your heart. You looked up to your dad, so very much. The fact that a man who knew him twenty years ago could tell you that, it made you so happy, but you were missing him a ton right now. “I’m going to see if this Peter needs any help, dear. Let me know if you meed anything.” He wandered away and you looked over the night lights of the city, loving the view you could essentially get anywhere. Perks of a being a wall crawler.

There was a few calm moments you savored, Grandm—Aunt May gave you tea and a snack while your alternate universe dad worked on the rest of the cures. But that buzz picked up in your mind again, Peter felt it, too. You both looked at each other from across the room and knew it to be true. Peter took action, restraining a turned Norman while the pot of chaos boiled over. “May, run!” Peter yelled as you and him tried your best—and failed—to get the situation under control. You were quickly flung out the window and heard Peter yell out. “Go after the others!” You didn’t know how to track a cloud of sand or a man made of electricity, but you’d try your best to follow suit.

“Max, Flint!” You shouted while swinging near out-of-bounds. “Come on, we can work this out, can’t we?” It was a shame they made it to the water before you could try anything else. You perched on a street lamp and knew there was nothing else you could do. It was time to help Peter, so you swung back to a crumbling building in flames, swarming with the DODC. There was no way in, you’d have to leave. You dialed the number of his girlfriend, MJ, who picked up almost immediately.

“Hello? Y/N? Is everything okay?” She asked with the news playing in the background.

“I honestly don’t know. Can you send me the address of where you are? I’m not sure what else to do right now.” You told her, a subtle nod that you and Peter had split up.

“Yeah. Yeah, doing it now. See you soon.” She told you while staring at the button on Doctor Strange’s magical box. You hung up and she texted you real quick, fighting the urge to send you back without a goodbye. But you finally landed at the back door and started pounding on it urgently, waiting for Ned to let you in.

“Hey, hi, sorry. Things are crazy out there. Have you heard?” You asked while walking through the sliding glass door and into the kitchen, waving at Ned’s grandmother as she observed your spider-apparel.

“We did.” Ned pointed to the TV, showing where you had just come from. “I just wish we could see Peter.” Ned said and a flash of light appeared in the middle of the room that startled you a tad.

“Do…do that again.” MJ told him and you all stood back.

“I just wish we could see Peter.” Ned waved his hands and a portal opened up to Spider-Man, but you could see from afar that it was not this world’s Spider-Man. He ran towards you and entered the house while commotion ensued, but you could tell right away that you could trust him.

“Peter?” You asked and he tore away his mask.

“That’s me.” He nodded and MJ immediately questioned it, started to antagonize a bit. You just let her, she needed to do so. “Wait, who are you?” He finally asked and you held up your mask.

“Spider-Girl, also not from this universe.” You replied with a shrug and a little smile. “I’m actually my Peter Parker’s daughter, y/n.” You told him and his eyebrows raised, jaw dropping. “What, no kids yet?” You chuckled.

“No. No, I mean yeah, no kids, but no.” Peter stammered out and you tilted your head at him, waiting for him to go on. “It’s just, uh, my sister’s name is y/n.”

“Oh,” your jaw dropped, too, “is she also…spider-y?” You asked and Peter nodded as if he were excited. I mean, you were science nerds, for god’s sake. He’s just learned about the universal translation of relatives. “Wow, that’s really something. Bet she’s cool.” You figured she was you, anyways.

“The coolest.” He stuck out his fist and you bumped it while MJ and Ned watched the weirdness unfold.

“Uh, we still need to find Peter. The real Peter, sorry.” MJ announced and you agreed, letting Ned do his thing once more. You waited impatiently, tapping your foot and hearing the fizzling of a portal from behind, spinning around to see your own dad from your universe step through the portal.

“Y/N?” He sighed with relief once he saw a familiar face and walked up to you, winding up for a hug just before you ran into his arms.

“Hi, Dad.” You muffled into his shirt and finally felt normal for a minute, it’d been only about a day or two since you’d seen him, but it felt like forever and you were honestly a little scared. “I’m kind of glad you’re here. Things here are…insane.”

“Tell me about it,” he chuckled, “I’m just glad you’re alright.” Your dad looked at your face and noticed some new injuries since the last he’d seen you. “I trust you’ve been making yourself useful.”

“No matter what universe, this city never sleeps.” Your dad laughed at your joke and took a look around the room, meeting himself from another universe and having a short stand off. “And yeah, that’s Peter Parker. Peter Parker, meet Peter Parker.” You started just before they took their shots at each other. “Wow, uncalled for. Anyways, we have to find the Peter from this universe, he’s in danger right now and, by the way, Dad, a few of your old friends are roaming around. I assume yours, too, ‘brother Peter.’”

“What?” Your dad asked.

“In his universe, I’m his sister. Doesn’t matter. Just need to set you apart.”

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Things didn’t quite pick up for you until you got to the Statue of Liberty, which was almost identical to yours. Only thing setting it apart was the addition of one giant shield in honor of another superhero from this universe. You didn’t have many other heroes where you came from.

While you waited for the villains to show their faces, you and the two out-of-place Peter’s sat around the scaffolding and shared some stories while the other had a moment of solitude.

“So, what’s your sister like?” You asked Peter 3 as he sat on the floor, leaning back on the railing.

“You.” He answered and you rolled your eyes with a chuckle. “No, no, she’s great. Gets on my nerves a ton, but that’s how sisters are. She’s a genius, great at this job, ready for anything. She’s been my rock since we were kids.”

“Younger or older?” You kept on questioning.

“Younger.” He replied.

“Richard and Mary’s or Ben and May’s?” You asked.

“Richard and Mary.” Peter gave you a thumbs up.

“How’d she get her powers?” You hopped up on the rail behind him and your father silently let you interrogate his other self, enjoying it quite a bit.

“I accidentally brought one of the enhanced spiders into our house.” He explained, smiling to himself. “There was a lot of property damage that week while we were getting used to our new strength. You?”

“Born with it, actually.” You proudly revealed and he looked over to your dad, who nodded that you were telling the truth.

“That had to have been rough for you.” Peter 3 laughed and Peter 2 reminisced your terrible twos.

“Oh, tell me about it.” Your dad pat you on the shoulder. “We actually had to put a crate over her crib to stop her from crawling out while we were sleeping. I can’t count the amount of times I’d hear MJ shriek at the sight of y/n on the bathroom ceiling when she woke up.” You all burst into laughter, your cheeks were starting to ache from your persistent smiling. And finally, Peter 1 joined up to talk.

“What’s the craziest villains you guys have ever fought?” He questioned and you looked over at your dad.

“Seems like you’ve met some of them.” Peter 2 and 3 joked. “Actually, I once fought an alien made of black goo.”

“Oh, really? I fought an alien, too, on Earth and in space. He was purple.” Peter 1 said and you and Peter 3 frowned.

“I wanna fight an alien.” Peter 3 said. “I’m lame compared to you guys.”

“Don’t feel too bad, I haven’t fought an alien, either.” You switched sides and sat next to Peter 3. “I did fight my clone recently, though.”

“Oh, come on! No, sit back over there. Absolutely not.” Peter 3 groaned and you stuck out your tongue, about to make a remark before your Spider-Sense started tingling.

“I think it’s showtime.”

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This mission came with a lot of twists and turns, but there was relief as success came closer and closer. Unfortunately, it didn’t stick once Norman got there, letting the construction site topple down. It was a haze after that, you rushed to regroup. “Can anybody hear me?” You yelled into your comms. “Hello?” You groaned and scaled the side of Lady Liberty, trying to get a better view from above. It was unsurprising to see Peter 1 standing off with Green Goblin, but it was still terrifying. You scanned for another ally and found the other two Spider-Men, dismounting from the statue and landing nearby.

“Y/N, glad you’re alright.” Your dad pulled you closer and you all looked over at Peter 1.

“What are we going to do?” You asked them as you leaned over the ledge.

“Just give him a minute. Maybe he’ll make the right choice.” Peter 2 said and immediately after, you watched 1 lift Goblin’s glider, getting ready for the final blow.

“Dad..?” You couldn’t watch, so you looked over at 2 and he jumped into action, stopping 1 from doing any more harm. You stood by, but regretted it mere moments later when Norman stabbed your dad through the back. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands and stood there in shock until 3 shook you from your daze and came with you to tend to him. “Dad! Are you alright?” You kneeled next to him and grabbed him by the hand, squeezing tightly.

“You’ve seen me go through much worse, I think I’ll be okay.” He laughed through the pain, as did you, and took a deep breath. “You did good, y/n. And how about a free family vacation?”

“Worst vacation ever.” You shook your head and reached your hand out for Peter 3. “But it was cool meeting you and Peter 1. Now I know we aren’t alone out there.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna miss you guys.” Peter 3 told you. “I hope we can see each other again one day.”

“Hey, and about that ‘I’ve always wanted brothers’ comment.” You started with him, poking 3 right in the chest. “I oughtta jump universes again just to tell your sister you said that.”

“I’m sure she’d love to meet you.” 3 teased and you shook your head, helping your dad to his feet.

“Tell her about me. I’m sure she’ll be just as thrilled as I am.” You said just before Peter 1 landed before you.

“You guys are going home!” He announced and stammered out his goodbyes, breaking your heart. You hated goodbyes, and this one was surreal.

“Don’t forget about me, Peter.” It was an ironic statement you’d made, but 1 brushed it off and jumped into your arms for a group hug. It wasn’t long before you each began to disappear, fading away into your universes with a new sense of belonging, but a feeling of emptiness, too. You just hoped your new friends would remember you.

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Old Faces & New Friends | Spider-Man Prequel P.6

Follows the events of Spider-Man 2

Catch up on parts 1-5 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (eventual romance), tobey!peter x Mary Jane Watson (only for S1), Harry Osborn, Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, Norman Osborn, Otto Octavius, J. Jonah Jameson (pretty much every character from the Raimi trilogy)

Content Warnings: profanity, mentions of death.

Premise: After a birthday that resulted in him losing his job, missing class, and finding out his aunts home is being foreclosed, Peter Parker finds struggle in balancing everyday life while keeping the streets of New York safe as Spider-Man. There’s also slight strain between him and best friend, Harry, as well as tension with childhood love, Mary Jane. Things finally look promising when Harry introduces Peter to his idol, Dr. Otto Octavius. And to his surprise, Peter runs into a familiar face, one he hasn’t seen in two years.

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Pizza time….more like ‘well fuck a duck’ time.

Peter Parker’s birthday was nothing short of a disaster.

First, he’s late to work which then results in being late on a delivery and therefore, fired. Then he’s late to class—running into his professor, Dr. Connors, who made sure to make his disapproval very aware to Peter. Later on at his other job for the Daily Bugle, he has to give up another photo of his costumed alias in order for payment, but then is hit with the fact its short to make up for the advancement he asked for week prior.

The night seemed to have the same energy as the day. There was a surprise birthday party waiting for him from May, Harry, and surprisingly Mary Jane. Unfortunately it wasn’t as bright as Peter hoped. Because reality smacked him in the face once more by discovering Aunt May’s hope was being foreclosed and Mary Jane was seeing someone.

And not to forget, the land lord got on his ass again about rent before snatching the only cash Peter had for the week out of his hands.

Yeah. It wasn’t the happiest of birthdays.

Today, however, felt promising to Peter. Harry hooked him up with a one-on-one with the brilliant fusion scientist, Dr. Otto Octavius. He followed Harry into the room where Otto was making the finishing touches with his team on his fusion-reactor. “Doctor,” one of the scientist calls out, “Mr. Osborn’s here.”

“Nobel Prize, Otto!” Harry skips down the steps as the man turns in his chair. “Nobel Prize. And we’ll all be rich.” He pulls off his shades and takes Otto’s extended hand.

“Not about the prizes, Harry,” He tells him.

“Ah but you need money. You need Oscorp.”

“Who do we have here?” Peter straightens when Otto refers to him. Harry gives a smile, “This is my good friend I called you about. The guy who got me through high school science.”

“Peter Parker, sir,” Peter steps forward with an extended hand. Otto takes it, nodding, “Parker.”

“I’m writing a paper on you for—.”

“Yes, Yes,” Otto interrupts, “I know what you’re doing here, but I really don’t have time to talk to students right now—.” The sound of Harry clearing his throat with a firm look has Otto backtracking. “But Oscorp pays the bills so.”

“That’s right,” Harry smiles, stepping back to turn to Peter. “So I have to take off—board meeting, but my job is done here. Got you two geniuses together. Good luck tomorrow, Otto.” He starts walking backward as he talks, finishing with, “Nobel Prize,” before spinning around to exit the room. “We’ll see you in Sweden!!”

A moment of silence passes between Otto and Peter as they watch Harry depart. “Interesting fellow, your friend.”

“I won’t take much of your time—,” Peter starts, but Otto interrupts again after his name finally clicks.

“Parker. Now I remembered you. You’re Connors student. He tells me you’re brilliant.” Peter smiles shyly. “He also tells me you’re lazy.”That made him blush.

“Trying to do better.”

“Being brilliant’s not enough young man,” Otto tells him with a serious tone. “You have to work hard. Intelligence is not a privilege, it’s a gift. And you use it for the good of mankind.” As Peter lets his words sink in, a new voice enters the room.

“Otto,” the soft tone belongs to a beautiful woman carrying flowers as she walks toward the two. “Lunch is ready.”

“This is my wife, Rosie,” Otto introduces the lady, who smiles at Peter.

“Hello!” Peter greets with a smile and shakes her hand. She returns the gesture, her own smile taking form on her lips, “hello.”

“This is Peter Parker—Connors student. The one who falls asleep in class.” Instead of looking as though she disapproves, Rosie gives one of understanding.

“I always fell asleep in physics class,” she says teasingly. “Nice to meet you Peter.”

“Good to meet you,” he replies as she moves around him to give Otto a kiss before excusing herself. Once she leaves, Peter’s attention draws to the large machine seated in the corner of the room. “Is that it?”

“Yes,” Otto affirms, “my design for initiating and sustaining fusion.” Together they move toward the machine. A few of Ottos team members continued to work, paying no mind to them.

“Well I understand you use harmonic syntonic frequencies”

“Sympathetic frequencies,” Otto corrects, standing behind Peter when they stop in front of the machine.

“Harmonic reinforcements?” Peter wonders. It makes Otto raise a brow, “go on.” Peter takes a moment to think before continuing, “an exponential increase in energy output.”

“A huge amount of energy,” the scientist nods. “Like a perpetual sun providing renewable power for the whole world.”

“To put it simple,” a light voice says, heels clicking with each word. Peter turns around at the sound, only to be met with a familiar face beaming at him. “It will be like having the power of the sun in the palm of your hand.” Y/N.

Y/n L/n to be exact. The girl who Peter met two years prior in the Columbia lab where he was bit by the spider that chanced his life. Harry’s friend, and the ‘daughter Norman Osborn wished he had.’ She looked the same from what Peter could gather—while he tried not to make it obvious he was checking her out. Same twinkling eyes and mischievous smile. The only thing he could tell changed in the two years was her hair and her facial features appeared more pronounced.

Peter also took notice that the clothes she wore beneath her lab coat screamed wealth. Completely different from their first encounter.

For starters, she was wearing a white silk blouse tucked into a knee length black leather pencil skirt. The belt around her waist had a golden medusa head right on the front. Versace. And Peter could’ve sworn he saw red peaking beneath her black stilettos. The statement of Christian Louboutin shoes. Her ears adorned diamond studs and there was a gold necklace around her neck.

Peter wasn’t one to judge. He was in no place to. But he couldn’t help but wonder how Y/n, a third year college student at Columbia and living in New York at 21 could afford such luxurious brands. Then again, she did have a full ride at the university and was more than likely being paid for the internship.

Or maybe she’s just really good at saving and investing her money. Everyone deserves to treat themselves.

“Peter this is my brilliant intern, Y/n L/n,” Otto raises a hand to introduce her, snapping him out of his thoughts. “She’s one of my top researchers in this project—and without her this couldn’t have been done. Y/n, this is—.”

“Peter Parker,” she finishes for him with a smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Peter feels heat in his face, beaming back at her. “It’s nice to see you too, Y/n.” Otto raises a brow, eyes flicking between the two.

“You two know each other?” He asks.

“Harry Osborn happens to be a mutual friend of ours,” she says without looking away from Peter. He tries not to blush even harder—not used to receiving such looks from a pretty girl. “Although, it’s been quite some time since we’ve been acquainted. Hasn’t it, Peter?”

“It has,” he gives a nervous chuckle. “two-two years, i think?” She gives a nod before finally turning her attention to Otto, “I’m not much of a social butterfly nowadays anyway—with all the work doc here has been giving me.”

Otto rolls his eyes, albeit playfully. “If I recall, L/H, you’re the one who wanted to graduate a semester early. You asked for it.”

Peter’s expression takes one of awe, “You’re graduating from Columbia this fall?” Doing the math mentally, Y/n was a freshmen two years ago when they met, making her a junior for the current spring semester. So she would be entering her senior year in the fall.

“I got the opportunity to apply for a dual Master’s and PhD program that starts next spring,” she looks down to the floor shyly, as though the accomplishment wasn’t that special. “Thanks to Dr. Octavius pulling some strings, I was able to have this internship extended. All I have to do next semester is my final thesis and I’m done.”

“That’s amazing!” Peter praises, causing her to blush. “Is the program at Columbia or…..”

“Cornell,” she replies, chuckling like she couldn’t believe it.

“Wow,” he breathes out, grinning at her with amazement. “That’s really amazing, Y/n. I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you,” she smiles back. Meanwhile neither of the two notice Otto watching the interaction with a knowing look, trying to fight the smile forming on his lips. He knew that look when he was younger. It was the same he wore when he first met Rosie.

“Why don’t you two join Rosie and I for lunch,” he offers, motioning them to follow him to the dining room where Rosie has laid out a meal. “Y/n, you’ve been working hard all day and deserve a break. And Peter, I’d like to continue hearing more of your thoughts.”

The three join Rosie in the dining room where the table was laid out with plates and utensils. She welcomes them with a smile, “Finally, I thought I was going to have to enjoy all this myself.” They all take a seat with Rosie and Otto seated across from each other leaving Peter and Y/n to take the ones in between them.

After eating, Peter and Otto resume their conversation from earlier while Alan prepares tea for the four. “It’s amazing,” Peter tells the scientist as he brings over a tray full of teacups and the kettle. “Are you sure you can stabilize the fusion reaction?”

“Peter, what have been talking about for the last hour and a half?” Peter still looks concern. Otto continues, “This is my life’s work.i certainly know the consequences of the slightest miscalculation.” He turns to look at Y/n, “First I hear it from you, now from him.”

Peter glances at Y/n, noticing her look of concern but says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to question your work.”

“Rosie, our new friend thinks I’m gonna blow up the city,” he ends with a light chuckle. “You can sleep soundly tonight.” Rosie smiles gently while pouring the tea.

“Otto’s done his homework,” she assures. Meanwhile Y/n, while mixing her tea with some sugar and honey, gives a slight shake of the head. The action going unnoticed by everyone except Peter. “Come to the demonstration tomorrow and you’ll see.” She hands Peter a teacup before taking her seat. “You need to sleep soundly tonight, Otto.”

He just shakes his head, “Did Edison sleep before he turned on the light? Did Marconi sleep before he turned on the radio? Did Beethoven sleep before he wrote the fifth?”

“Did Burhnuey sleep before he found the curves of quickest descent?” Peter adds, making Otto grin widely.

“Ahh, Rosie, I love this boy!” Both he and Rosie take their own teacups.

“Peter tell us about yourself,” she says to him, taking the sugar Y/n passed to her. “Do you have a girlfriend?” This makes Y/n raise her brow at Peter, interested to hear what he has to say.

He blushes, “Uh—well,” he starts but pauses before eventually shrugging. “I don’t really know.”

“Well shouldn’t you know?” Otto questions, but then adds, “well who would know.”

“Ah leave him alone,” Rosie scolds. “Maybe it’s a secret love.”

“Love should never be a secret. If you keep something complicated as a love stored up inside, it will make you sick. I finally got lucky in love,” He turns to his wife with a loving gaze.

She returns it with, “we both did. But it’s hardly perfect. You have to work at it. I met him on the college steps and I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.” Otto sets his down after taking a sip, laughing gently as the memory flashes in his mind. “He was studying science and I was studying English literature.”

“That’s right, I was trying to explain the theory of relativity—.”

“A must when trying to chat up a gorgeous woman,” Y/n teases, bringing her cup up to her lips. Otto laughs again.

“And Rosie was trying to explain T.S Elliot.”

Y/n then turns to Rosie, winking, “A woman of good taste.” She chuckles, returning her gaze back to Otto.

He starts to quote, “Time present and time past are both perhaps present and time future,” Rosie finishes with him, both beaming. “I still don’t understand what he was talking about.”

“Oh come on,” Rosie leans back in her chair.

“I’m serious,” he defends. “T.S. Elliot is more complicated than advanced science. But if you want to get a woman to fall in love with you, feed her poetry.” Otto was an older man, but it didn’t make him stupid. He saw the way Peter was looking at Y/n before lunch and while he may not be referring to her in regards to his ‘complicated relationship,’ there was no denying the possible spark between the two students.

“Poetry,” Peter repeats, but more to himself. Across the table, Y/n rolls her eyes thinking, ‘oh boy, it’s a good thing you’re cute, Parker.’

“Never fails,” Otto casts one last glance to Rosie. It’s then he notices Y/n’s unimpressed expression. “What about you, L/n? Any lucky person catchin’ your eyes these days?” Like how he noticed Peter’s admiring gaze on her, Otto also observed Y/n giving the same to the boy.

“As my social life is non-existent with school and working for you, Doctor, I don’t think I’ll be near anything romance related for awhile.” Although her tone is neutral, Peter picks up on the strain in her demeanor. There’s almost a haunted edge to it. Peter wonders what could be the cause, but would never openly ask about something Y/n may not want to discuss.

“Oh come on,” Otto waves a hand. “You’re beautiful, intelligent, hardworking and the list goes on. You’re on the road to becoming one of the greatest minds science has ever seen. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“Oh I know that,” she tilts her head confidently. “Believe me, whoever does gain my attraction is lucky. When that time comes, I don’t know when it will, I’ll embrace it with open arms. But right now the goal is to have a successful demonstration tomorrow followed by a golden thesis this fall.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

After about twenty more minutes of tea and small talk, Otto excuses himself saying he needed to get back to work in order to prepare for the following days presentation. Y/n offers to walk Peter out, the two saying goodbye to Rosie before departing.

They go back to the main room where Peter first arrived with Harry. “It was good seeing you again today, Peter,” Y/n says with a smile. “I can’t believe it’s been two years already.”

“Same here,” he agrees, placing his hands in his jacket pockets. “How have you been?” The last time Peter ever saw Y/n was the World Unity Festival where Norman Osborn had attacked. Although, Y/n doesn’t know it considering he was masked as Spider-Man.

“I’m doing okay,” she replies, heels clicking against the wooden floors. Her own hands went into her lab coat pockets, “busy as you can imagine. A lot happened in two years.” She pauses, a frown taking over her face. “I’m sorry about your uncle, Peter. Harry had mentioned it to me a while ago.”

Peter averted his attention to the floor, “Thank you. It was definitely hard—especially for my Aunt May. But we’ve managed to get by. Taking it one day at a time.”

“I’m glad to hear,” she says softly, the two taking the steps of the foyer and heading to the front door. “That’s really all you can do. I’ve told Harry that several times regarding his dad, but he still tries to act like everything’s okay. How’s he been with you?”

Peter shakes his head with a shrug. Honestly him and Harry have been in a rather awkward phase as of late. There was the whole thing with MJ, and Harry’s hatred toward Spider-Man. “We’ve…..I don’t know really. Him and I haven’t hung out in awhile—I know he’s busy since taking over Oscorp, but…” he trails off, not knowing how to continue.

“I know about the thing with MJ, Peter,” Y/n says lowly. He glances at her to see she was pressing her lips in a thin line. Obviously not a fan of the topic at hand. “Harry took me to one of her shows, then proceeded to tell me all that went down. So you don’t have to hide it.”

“It’s complicated,” Peter glances back at the floor, the two stopping in front of the elevators. “Her and I aren’t together—w-we did hang out a few times once she broke things off with Harry. But we’re just friends.”

“But you want more,” she raises her brow. It wasn’t accusatory, more like she knew what he was indirectly saying.

“That obvious?” He chuckles nervously. She gives a shrug.

“I’ve been there so I can tell when it’s like that for people.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, shuffling his feet. Not wanting to discuss any further, Peter changes the topic back to Harry. “But anyway, Harry and I, it’s not just about what happened with MJ. He also isn’t happy that I’m still taking pictures of Spider-Man for the Bugle.”

“That’s right,” Y/n hums. “I forgot he mentioned you work for the Bugle. You take shots of Spider-Man? I’m surprised he lets you with how Jameson writes about him.”

Peter hopes his acting skills are working their magic. “Yeah, I’m not too sure if it’ll continue. He hasn’t let me in awhile. I gave my most recent to Jameson the other day, but it’s the last one for now.”

“Well good luck with that,” she chuckles, moving to press the down button on the elevator. “I hear that chick burglar has been giving him trouble. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t have time to model for you.” Peter laughs, although deep down he feels a sting at the indirect jab.

In the two years since Peter had that wild encounter with the female masked burglar, she’s managed to stay under his radar. Despite this, word on the street is she has taken on the identity of a cat burglar for New York’s organized crime. Quiet as a cat, even managing to get dubbed The Black Cat by the Bugle, she’s in an out of places without a trace. Peter doesn’t even get word until after the fact when she’s made her escape.

Is it annoying him greatly? Hell yes.

What good in being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man who stops bad guys if he can’t even catch this woman.

She’s just too good. Part of him can’t help but find her impressive.

“So you coming to the demonstration tomorrow?” Y/n’s question snaps him out of his thoughts. The elevator was approaching so he quickly nodded his head, “Y-yeah, yeah I’ll be here.”

She lips turn up in a grin, “wonderful. We’re all planning on going out after to celebrate if it goes well. You should totally come. I know Harry won’t miss it and I’m sure he’d want you there.”

Although it’s not really his scene, Peter can’t help but accept the invitation. “I’d love to join in.”

“Perfect,” Y/n beams, just in time for the elevator to ding and open. Peter steps in, the two saying a quick goodbye. But before the doors of the elevator fully close, Y/n sticks her arm out to stop it.

Peter raises a brow confused, “Everything okay?” He sees her look of concern.

“I just wanted to say,” she pauses, unsure to finish but the anxiety in her heightens. “What you asked about early—regarding if Otto will be able to stabilize the fusion-reaction. You’re concern is valid.” Peter tilts his head, shocked to hear she was saying such a thing when Otto said she was one of the leading researchers on the project.

“But I thought you—.”

“Which is why I’m telling you this. I have faith in the man, no doubt about that,” she assures, but her look doesn’t settle. “But I’ve seen the numbers. I’ve seen the tests. There’s a lot of room for error and I feel Otto doesn’t realize that. While I have hope tomorrow will go as planned—call it my intuition, but I feel like anything can happen.”

“Y/n, if you feel this way then maybe you should tell Otto to postpone the demonstration.”

She shakes her head, “Regardless, Otto’s going to follow through. I just wanted to let you know since you are planning on coming. Just—,” she bites her lip, pausing slightly. “Don’t stand too close.” With that, she removes her arm and lets the door close. Although he hadn’t hit the bottom floor, the elevator descends as Peter stands still.

The whole way down he thinks about the conversation. If Y/n was concerned about stabilizing the reaction, then the chances of something going wrong were high. He had no doubt she and the team are going to do the best they can to have a successful demonstration, but the worry lingered.

Peter could only hope their fears would not come true.

Until then, he had a play to attend.

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Catch Me If You Can, Spider | Spider-Man Series P.5

Follows the events of Spider-Man

Catch up on parts 1-4 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Content warnings: profanity, light angst, flirtatious banter, violence | female reader (she/her)

Premise: It’s supposed to be a normal night on patrol for New York’s masked vigilante, but things take a shift in his normally scheduled program after he runs into a robber with a knack for leather fashion and cat like reflexes.

Note: I know it’s been a minute and I’m sorry. Creative inspiration for writing has been a downer lately & I’ve been reading a lot of books more plus watching a lot of Netflix. I’m gonna keep up with this of course just it might be longer than planned. Luckily after this chapter I’ll be starting the events of Spider-Man 2!

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“All unites, there’s been a disturbance down on fifth avenue….”

“Reports of a business on fire near…”

“There’s been a call of a suspicious persons by a jewelry store…” The calls came one after another. Peter remained crouched on the ledge of a nearby building overlooking the grounds, cursing to himself by how rapid the reports were on the police radio after silently murmuring how quiet it had been.

He should’ve known that once you say the word ‘quiet,’ all hell brakes loose.

Too far from the house fire and with many units responding to the fifth avenue disturbance, Peter aimed his focus on responding to the suspicious person scouting a jewelry store. It was past midnight, a typical time for jewelry robbers to begin their nightly heist. Standing from his position, Peter shot a web out and swung off the building—letting the air glide him away in the direction of the reported location.

It was only a few minutes before he reached the destination. Peter landed quietly on the roof of the store before scaling down like a spider to peak through the window. No broken glass indicated that if their was a robber, they didn’t need to use exceeded force to get in. Finding the back entrance, Peter located the deadbolt had not been removed.

‘Maybe it was a false alarm,’ he thought. It was dead quiet on the street, which was uncommon for this area was known for robberies and incidents. Peter gave one last glance around the alley before making his way back to the front.

Considering there was no one around, he figured it was okay to leave. But then something unusual caught his eye in the window of the store.

Peter’s eyes focused on a dark figure in the back corner. Their back was toward them and he could’ve sworn he saw a flash of white despite the darkness surrounding them. What little light peeling in from the street lamps into the window was enough to confirm his suspicious.

There really was someone in the store.

And they had broken in without a trace.

‘What the?’ He squinted his eyes beneath his mask, as if to see if they were playing a trick on him. The windows hadn’t been broken into and with the back door sealed he didn’t understand how this unknown person was able to break in. Above this store were the typical apartments and the entrance was on the opposite side. But even then it wouldn’t give access to inside the store.

Although he was unable to see what the burglar was doing, it wasn’t hard to guess considering there was a large duffel bag strapped to their side. No alarm had been triggered, so they must have scouted beforehand to disarm it.

Peter knew he needed to either get inside the store or intercept the burglar as they made their escape. He didn’t want to break in and leave a trace, considering they managed not to do so, so Peter’s only option was to see where they would go.

About five minutes passed until the burglar felt satisfaction by the goodies they had smuggled. Zipping the bag, they secured it tightly and strutted to the back end where they employee exit was. Peter scaled up the building in a hurry. There was no sound indicating if a door opened causing worry to flood him at the thought the burglar escaped before he could catch them.

But what the vigilante did not expect was to face his culprit on the roof of the building.

Peter nearly fell back of the edge when his gaze landed on a woman dressed head to do in black latex catsuit with blinding white hair past their shoulders. Feeling himself become flustered, he fought it by moving his attention to what he was looking for. The duffle bag, containing the stolen goods, was settled against their side. And what Peter immediately noticed upon landing his gaze on her face was the tiny black mask framing her bright blue eyes—which he could not tell if they were contacts or not, and a scarf covering the lower half of their face.

“Well, well,” her voice was laced with amusement, “if it isn’t the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Such an honor to make your acquaintance.” She gave a mock bow.

‘Well this is different,’ Peter thought before clearing his throat, “Uhh, Hi?” He had to stop himself from waving, remembering this woman just committed a crime. “Uh Miss, you know it’s against the law to rob jewelry stores, right?”

“I’m aware.”

Her nonchalant tone had him tilting his head. “So may I ask why you are in fact robbing jewelry stores at half past midnight?” The slight lift of the scarf was a sign she smirked beneath the material.

“Oh you know, I was in the area and saw how pretty the diamonds were. Not to mention the gorgeous sapphires and rubies. I just knew I had to have them.”

“And you couldn’t wait until the store opened tomorrow so you could, you know, pay for them like everyone else does?” Peter could not believe the conversation he was having with this woman. And how calm and playful she was by the situation.

She gave a shrug, “Where’s the fun in that, Spider?” Peter again had to fight the blush under his mask by the sudden nickname she’d bestowed on him.

“The deadbolt to the back door was locked and know windows were shattered. How did you even get in?”

Their was smugness in her reply, “I guess you could say I’m quiet as a cat.” She looked him once over, Peter having to look away by her gaze. “It’s not like anyone was really going to buy these jewels. They’d been there for so long. I’m basically doing the owners a favor by taking them—and I didn’t leave a mess, unlike every other burglar these streets have seen.”

“Well I’m afraid that’s now how it works. I’m going to need you to return those and if you comply, then I’ll let you leave here without getting the cops involved.”

“But aren’t you a cop?” She challenged, brow raised. “Or is the rumor true that you’re giving the NYPD a hard time by being the star of the crime fighting business.”

“No, I’m not a cop. I just help them.”

“Even though they’d rather arrest you?” His nod made he drop her shoulders. “Shame, I was looking forward to a little good cop, bad cop action. Guess it’ll have to wait.”

Peter sighed. This was not gonna be easy. “Look, you seem like a nice girl—uh lady—or uh whatever you consider yourself. But the matter at fact is you’re breaking the law and I can’t just let you take those jewels.” He took a step forward, raising his arm as if to say, ‘just hand me the bag and you’re free to go.’

He should’ve known she wouldn’t comply. The scarf once again lifted slightly and their was a crinkle by her eyes. Her grip tightened on the bag and Peter tensed. “Since you want to rain on my parade—,” Peter didn’t realize her other hand had removed something from her hip until she raised her hand in the opposite direction, “Catch me if you can, Spider.” Pressing the trigger, the grappling hook released from the gun and the woman was lifted off her feet.

As she soared through the air to the opposite building, Peter cursed and shot a web in her direction. From there a game of cat and mouse ensued with Peter having to chase after the female burglar as she continued to use her grappling hook to take her between buildings. At one point she surprised Peter by jumping off the building and aiming the hook across the street.

When she made a turn, Peter made a turn.

If she hit the ground, Peter hit the ground.

Apologies spewed from his lips each time he stumbled into a bystander or if they were pushed by the woman. They were getting closer to downtown Manhattan and the risk of innocent bystanders being injured heightened. The thought caused worry to flood Peter, hoping he would catch her before she could cause harm on anyone.

“Ma’am, please!” He shouted when she lifted off the ground again. “Please don’t make this anymore difficult than it has to be!”

Her laughter agitated Peter. How could a burglar be so amused by a chase that could end with them in jail. She must be a newbie or has gotten away for so long she expects she will get out of doing time.

Before long Peter was loosing his patience, but she was not showing any sign of slowing down. No police had stepped into the chase, so it was just the vigilante against the cat burglar. Eventually she made her way down a subway station and Peter sped up when she managed to get some distance between them.

Several people had just landed at the stop causing a bottleneck to occur. Peter struggled, loosing sight of the white-haired thief before ultimately gaining passage through the crowd. Catching his breath, Peter’s head snapped back and forth to find her. The next train had closed it’s door and Peter stood amidst the station platform.

He didn’t know where she could have went, but Peter was given the answer when his eyes landed on hers as she stood inside the train waving her fingers to him. The last thing she did was point downward to the ground, making him confused between the waves of defeat. She disappeared from his view, Peter dropping his head in frustration.

That’s when his eyes caught sight of a piece of paper by his feet.

Taking it in his hands, Peter unfolded the crackled paper and read over the scribbled handwriting with a red lip stain next to it: ‘Thanks for a fun night, Spider. Let’s do it again sometime. 💋’

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The Cat & Her Spider 🕸 | Tobey!Peter Parker Prequel Series Masterlist

Follows the events of Spider-Man 1-3

Series in association (read first):

Quiet As A Cat, Sneaky As A Spider 🕷 | No Way Home Series (Completed)

Family Of Cats & Spiders 🤍 | Post NWH Series (Completed)

My marvel Masterlist

Characters & pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (romantic), tobey!peter x Mary Jane Watson (only for S1), Harry Osborn, Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, Norman Osborn, Otto Octavius, J. Jonah Jameson (pretty much every character from the Raimi trilogy)

Content Warnings: implications & references to SA (not explicit), profanity, angst, fluff, violence, death, blood. Flirtatious banter & sexual tension, slight nsfw. Slight canon divergence. | female reader (she/her) told in 3rd person POV.

Series Premise: She’s quiet as a cat, he’s sneaky as a spider. She breaks the law while he defends it. Their costumed alter egos are complete opposites though as civilians they are pieces to a puzzle almost. A duo like theirs is guaranteed to have obstacles and drama along the way. It wouldn’t be easy, but she’s got nine lives to get through it.

Pinterest board for this series | Black Cat theme from the PS4 game | Tobey!Peter theme | Spotify playlist

Note: This is my third and final series as part of my Tobey!Peter Parker x Black Cat!Reader saga 😭 This will follow the events of Spider-Man 1-3 with Tobeys version of Spider-Man in which the reader is a version of Felicia Hardy/Black Cat from his universe. Everything I have hinted or talked about in the other two series will be revealed in full depth in this series. This does diverge from canon and will include warnings if sensitive content is implied or referenced in the chapter—this is because I am basing the Black Cat persona off her comic book character which involves how she became the costumed anti-hero. Please read with caution. I had so much fun writing these series and I hope you enjoy this final installment.

I do not own the characters of Marvel all those rights belong to its owners at Marvel and Sony. This is fanfiction for the pleasure of fans and written for the enjoyment of others. Please do not repost my works onto other platforms and steal. Reblogs and likes are welcomed but please do not steal.

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Chapter Set List (In Progress 📝)

Spider-Man—This section of the series will be shorter than the others because Y/n & Peter are not formally acquainted enough during the events of Spider-Man & will focus more on how Y/n became the Black Cat.

Field Trips & Spider Bites

Love Is A Curse (check content warnings before reading)

Don’t Rain On My Parade

The Black Cat Is Born

Catch Me If You Can, Spider

Spider-Man 2

Old Faces & New Friends

You Again, Spider

The Power Of A Sun

Everyone Needs A Friend

Engagement Parties Are For Attention

Cat’s On The Loose With Spidey Gone

Just The Peter & Y/N Show

You Deserve Better, Peter

Cat’s Out Of The Bag

What Do You Say Partner?

Filler chapters between SM 2 & 3

Switching Sides Ain’t Too Bad

Jealousy Sparks Cat Fights

Enemies Make The Best Lovers

Spider-Man 3

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Just Like Old Times | Post NWH Series P.3

Contains spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

Read previous series first

Catch up parts 1 & 2 -> Series Masterlist | Main Marvel Masterlist

Series pairings & characters: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (romantic), Benny Parker OC, Harry Parker, OC, Mary Jane Watson x John Jameson, Gwen Stacy, J. Jonah Jameson.

Content Warnings: mentions of flighting, blood & violence, harassment towards a woman. Profanity. Flirtatious banter & sexual tension (nothing explicit except some small grinding at one point and implications to sex) so slight nsfw. Overall fluff (writing them makes me soft), kissing, mentions of past pregnancy. Slight canon divergence | female reader (she/her)

Ch. 3 Premise: It was a quiet night on patrol for Peter Parker—but once you use the word quiet to describe something then all hell breaks loose. The vigilante finds himself in a pickle, but with the help of a certain long retired Cat it’s as if time hadn’t even passed since the last the duo last kept the streets of New York safe from harms way.

Note: THE CAT IS BACK. This is part 3 of my post NWH series following the events of my previous series. Link above to catch up before reading this chapter. This diverges canon slightly and mentions events from the Raimi trilogy. So in the comics it’s Black Cat who loves Spider-Man more so than Peter, and MJ/Gwen are the ones who love Peter for him, but for the sake of this story and the plot I’m going for I’m making it opposite with Y/n & MJ. When I get to writing the prequel then it will have more depth, but this mentions it so I wanted to warn y’all.

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They say once you say once it’s quiet night then you’ll find chaos unfolding soon after. New York was rarely quiet, so the fact tonight it was rather slow had Peter Parker a little on edge. Something would happen soon.

The masked vigilante was perched on one of the many buildings overlooking the city streets. After kissing Y/n goodbye after the boys were in bed, he suited up and went to work.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She had stopped him before he could climb out the window. It was pushing ten o’clock and it was usually the time he left to go on patrol.

He looked a little startled, half his body hanging out the widow while she started at him with her arms crossed. “Uhhh,” he glanced at his suit “I’m heading out?” Her lips curled, moving slowly toward him like predator on prey.

“Without saying goodbye?” She tilted her head. “Without giving me a kiss?”

He dropped his head—realizing his mistake. She was teasing him and he knew that, but just her manners were enough to fluster him.“Ahh sorry. I-I didn’t wanna bother you, honey. You were busy working on the reports—.”

Y/n giggled, bringing a hand to his chin to make him look back her. Her eyes soften, looking at him with pride and love making him melt under her touch. “You know how I get, spider. I don’t care if you interrupt me while I work—I need to always see you before you go in case its the last time I do.” Her voice went a little low, causing his heart to sped up a bit.

Peter grabbed her hand that was under her chin, kissing her knuckles and looking at her with promise. “You know I’ll always come back to you, Y/n. Can’t leave the cat without her spider now, now can I?”

“You’re damn right,” she ends her words by bringing his lips to hers. She was careful not to push against him, otherwise he could lose balance on the windowsill. His one arm went to her waist, holding Y/n against him while he kissed her back with as much enthusiasm. Her hand caressed his cheek, and after several seconds she pulled away—gazing into his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he kissed her again. “I’ll be back before you wake in the morning.”

She smirked at him, almost mischievously but didn’t think to question it after she said, “Now go be a hero.” With one last kiss he was out the window and swinging through the air.

Now just after midnight Peter was looking down the streets—eyes out for anything out of the ordinary. There were a few police chases, a guy robbing a liquor store and an accident on first street. Not much compared to a typical Thursday night.

About twenty minutes he sat before commotion filled his ears. Spidey-senses started to tingle and Peter was off swinging through the air in the direction of the sounds. The wind breezed passed him and the sounds got louder before he cut the corner and saw the scene below.

There was a group of three guys running with bags in their hands with sirens blasting from the jewelry store they had just robbed. Peter swung forward, intercepting the trio when they crossed into a back alley. As he went downward Peter extended his legs and kicked the one making him collide with the dumpster. It caused the other two to stop running, fear in their eyes. “It’s the spider-guy! Go!”

After webbing the one man down for the cops to find Peter was on his feet chasing the other robbers. They didn’t get far for the vigilante and Peter shot webs to bring them back making the bags fall from their grip. They landed on the floor in front of him with a huff, before one guy removed a knife from his pocket and started swinging at Peter.

Peter dodged his puches—landing several in the guys face, but was unexpectedly tackled to the side by the second dude. He hit the ground with a *thump* grunting by the sudden impact. The knife came down on him, but Peter shot a web to remove it from his hand causing it to fall several feet away.

A punch went to his stomach, near his now healed would from the week prior—making the man wince. Peter pushed the guy off him, flipping back to his feet to kick him into the wall. When he turned to the last guy after webbing up the other, he was surprised to see he was already down. Being strung up by the legs from a rope.

An all too familiar rope.

Peter tilted his head before laughter from above filled his ears. It’s as coming from the rooftop and when he found no one looking down he quickly shot a web to pull him up. He landed in a crouching position, already knowing who was waiting for him somewhere on the roof, but still couldn’t see her.

“I know you’re here, trouble.” He called out, strolling past discarded bins until he was at the brick wall connecting the two buildings together. There was another giggle, and he spun around to face her but she again was no where in sight. Suddenly there was a voice next to his ear.

“I like watching you.” A sensual voice said, and Peter’s head turned to the side—eyes lifting slightly. There, lying on the roof of the next building in a cat-like position and staring down at him from behind the familiar tiny mask, was Y/n. His wife and former costumed anti-hero—decked in her new Black Cat attire she donned in the alternate world. Y/n was smirking at him, eyes twinkling from the moonlight shining down on her. “Just like old times.”

Peter placed his hands on his hips, head shaking slightly. “Wasn’t expecting to see you, Cat.” She giggled, making him take a step forward so he was just barely below her. “Couldn’t wait to get back in action?” He watches Y/n lean up before swinging her legs around so they were hanging off the edge.

“I told you, Spider.” She drops down into his awaiting arms, his hands going on her back while her legs loosely wrapped around his waist. She leans in so she could brush her nose against his covered one, like a cat would to its owner. “Being in little spiders world had me think a lot about our glory days. The cat wanted to come out from her slumber.” Y/n unwraps her legs, boots barely touching the floor though her arms remain around his neck. “Don’t you just miss this?”

Peter is biting his lip beneath the mask, trying to stop himself from smirking even though she wouldn’t see it. “There’s a lot I miss,” he tells her honestly. “We had a lot of fun back then. Just the two of us—late nights on patrol while the cops both hate and love us,” she laughed at that. “It was a great time—but we still have fun now, Cat.” His hand goes to tangle in her loose hair, happy she didn’t pin it back this time.

“I know,” she hums, smiling up at him. “I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

The reason she had left the whole crime fighting behind after switching sides was cause she got pregnant. It was a hard time for the two when she did. They didn’t know if the relationship would work—especially after Peters actions from the symbiote, his conflicting feelings about Mj not to mention using Gwen to make Y/n jealous, his anger at her when she helped him and Harry fight Flint & Eddie despite knowing she was pregnant, and then Harry dying.

It was a lot for the two. And Y/n wasn’t sure if they would ever overcome the obstacles. They were not exactly together during her whole pregnancy because she wanted Peter to figure out who and what he wanted—and she needed time from him to think, but he still supported her. He gave her the space she asked for while still being there in regards to the baby—which became babies when they discovered she was having twins.

It was a long eight months.

During that time Peter had a lot of time to think. Sort out his feelings and realize Mjs’ love for him stemmed from him being Spider-Man, whereas Y/n had fell in love with Peter as Peter Parker. When the two had met as their aliases—not knowing who they really were—Y/n felt herself becoming attracted to Spider-Man because he reminded her of Peter, unaware it was him along.

And the same was for Peter. He had met Y/n formally the day he got bitten—despite knowing she was friends with Harry and had graduated a year before him. She had been an intern with Norman at Oscorp before he referenced her to go work with Otto, and was present in the lab the day Midtown seniors were touring the facility. Recognizing Peter—and always finding him cute when they would pass in the hallways at school—she went up to him when he was talking with Harry.

He found her absolutely beautiful. They didn’t see each other after that and would be almost a year later before they were reacquainted. Peter went on to have a small romance with Mj before breaking up, shortly later he and Y/n became closer friends and he met the Black Cat—where something about her had reminded him of Y/n. The confidence, the intellect, the playfulness. He couldn’t see her face behind the mask nor did he recognize the white wig concealing her natural hair, but just the way she held herself made him attracted to her.

So when both of their identities were exposed after Otto kidnapped Y/n, it was though the missing pieces had fallen together. They both realized why they were attracted to their alter egos so much. Peter was falling for Black Cat because she was Y/n, and Y/n grew feelings for Spider-Man, because he was Peter. There was a mutual love forming and peace.

But then Mj kept trying to get Peter back—despite being engaged, and the symbiote came along.

When those events happened Peter honestly believed he lost her forever. Harry was gone and Mj was pushing her wedding month by month in hopes Peter would come around—playing with his feelings. He had had enough and the news Y/n was pregnant gave him hope. There was also the fact Aunt May threatened to beat him with her cane if he didn’t get his act together.

Peter made things clear with Mj—cutting her out of his life and he vowed to make things up with Y/n— to be there for their child.

But she needed time and space, which he gave her. So when eight months flew by and they were holding their baby boys in the hospital room, the look on Y/ns face as she smiled to Peter indicated she’d forgiven him. He had another chance. Things needed to be taken slow and there was no way he was going to screw it up again.

“What’s going on in that head of your, trouble?” Peters voice shook Y/n from her thoughts. She hadn’t realized she had just been staring at him for a good minute—where he had lifted his mask—while her mind wondered back to all those years when they were just a Cat and Spider.

She brushed her nose against his once more. “Just thinking,” she whispered against his now uncovered lips. “About us—about everything.”

Peter held her closer, thumb trailing along her suit. “We’ve come a long way. Haven’t we, Cat?” He watched Y/ns eyes light up, sparkling even more.

“It’s been quite the ride, Spider.” She giggled, pulling away and brushing past him with her hand trailing over his chest. Y/n strutted toward the opposite end of the room so she could overlook the streets. The city was full of life though it was nearing 1 in the morning, and it would be any moment before some drama would happen.

Y/n honestly couldn’t wait to get back into action with her Spider.

Speaking of spider, Peters had came behind her before crouching down right next to her. She followed his movements—going in a cat-like position, eyes scanning the ground for anyone causing trouble. Resting her head on his shoulder, Y/n thought aloud. “Thanks for getting my good side for the front cover.”

She laughed when Peter groaned, his dropping. The man knew exactly what she was referring to. The photos he had of Y/n from the morning the city saw Spider-Man chasing Black Cat were all blurry and hadn’t really captured a clear image of her face. However there were two photos that were feasible to put on cover—one of which was a little to close up for his liking where one could just barely make out the side of her profile, while the other was a behind shot completely covering her face from view.

It wasn’t a hard choice to make.

“I knew you had a thing for my ass, Parker—especially in the suit. But I didn’t think you’d broadcast it for the entire world.”

“You’re never gonna let me live this down are you?” He turned to her, seeing how she was smiling cheeky in amusement. The shake of her head made him chuckle. He turned back to the streets while Y/n trailed her hand up his back—tracing some of the lines with her gloved fingertips. The sound of police sirens filled their ears, Peter smirking under the mask and turning to his wife who was already mirroring his expression. “Ready for some trouble?”

Y/n lifts her head off his shoulder, perseverance in her gaze. “I like when there’s trouble.” Peter sent her a wink, hand coming up to bring down his mask.

“Quiet as a cat.”

“Sneaky as a spider.”

By three am, the two had successfully stopped three robberies, two car thief’s, and a guy harassing a young woman. That one Y/n had dibs on—not caring if she had caused the guy too much harm. She snuck her way above the alley he had cornered the girl in, and dropped down behind him—quiet as a cat—and before the man could blink he was thrown into a brick wall.

Y/n used her grappling hook to lift herself so she could use the brick wall as a push off and swing the guy down to his back. He hit the ground hard with a loud grunt. When he realized who was on top of him he about screamed. “Holy shit, you’re Black Cat—-.” His mouth was muffled at the last word after it was webbed shut.

Peter swung down, while Y/n pushed off the guy forming a front walk over until she was upright. Her eyes were in disgust at the man, grabbing him roughly by his jacket to lift him up. “Like harassing young girls, don’t you?” His mumbles were incoherent, eyes full of fear seeing her and Spider-Man in front of him. Y/n took another grappling device, strapping it on his waist while Peter webbed his hands and ankles. “This better be your hint to never do it again.”

The hook shot up and mounted on the gutter above, the man shrieking when he was lifted in the air. Y/n just rolled her eyes as her struggled against the webbing and rope—focusing her attention on the shaking girl beside the dumpster. “Are you okay, hun?” Her voice went from menacing to gentle when she addressed her.

The young woman’s eyes were wide, clutching to her purse to hug herself. She manages to nod weakly, bearing the two looks of gratitude. “Y-Yes. Th-thank you—so much. T-Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Peter tells her softly. “Better get home now—and stay safe.” The young woman nods, thanking them again before running out of the alley. They leave the man strapped up by the rope for the police—hearing the sirens in the distance, and Peter grabs Y/n by her waist before shooting a web to the top of the building.

Once on the roof, they run a few rooftops over till they are a good distance away—seeing the red and blue flashes light up where the alley was. When they finally stop, Y/n lets out a breath—clapping her hands together, “Phew, man it feels nice to be back.”

A giggle leaves her when Peters arms are around her waist from behind, pulling her to his chest. “Just like old times, eh?” His unmasked face goes to her neck, taking in her aroma which was a mix of her perfume that he loved with sweat from all the action they had endured through the night. Y/ns hand comes up to card her fingers in his hair while she leaned into his chest.

“Can’t believe I waited so long—you got to have all the fun,” she teases, tilting her head when he placed a kiss to her hot skin.

“You were raising two babies, Cat,” he mumbles pressing more kisses to her neck. “I think the citizens of New York would understand why you took a hiatus—not that they would ever know.” He groans when she bushes her backside against him. The thin material of their suits leaving nothing to the imagination. “Y/n,” he warns, lifting his head to give her a look of ‘Don’t start something you know we can’t finish just yet.’

“What?” she says innocently, doing the movement again and smirking when she feels his reaction beneath her. “You used to love it.”She was so referencing the nights she used to work him up on patrol so when they’d get home it would be a good time to relieve all the stress pent up.

“Not saying I don’t,” his hands go to her hips, holding her firmly. She pouts and he squeezes slightly to warn her. “But if you keep it up I’m not gonna last. And we’re in public—can’t have us getting caught and arrested for that, trouble.”

“That didn’t stop you before—.”

“Y/n….”

She huffs but smirks nonetheless. “Fine,” her tone is dramatic, but becomes playful again. “As long as you make it up to me, Spider.” Peter chuckles, leaning forward to kiss her lips but pulling away before she could try and bit his lip like she usually did to get him worked up.

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else, Cat.”

Y/n smiles, turning around so she could face him and bring the man into another kiss when sirens ring out in the night. They both turn to see flashing red and blue speeding down towards a racing car a street away. The cars turned and started speeding out of view—the couple turning to each other with mirrored gazes of ‘Time to go to work.’

Y/n pulls down Peters mask, but before giving him one last kiss. “The city that never sleeps huh, spider?”

“Just like old times.”

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The Black Cat Is Born 🐈‍⬛ | T.M Spider-Man series P.4

Follows the events of Spider-Man

Catch up on parts 1-3 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (eventual romantic), tobey!peter x Mary Jane Watson (only for S1), Harry Osborn, Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, Norman Osborn, Otto Octavius, J. Jonah Jameson (pretty much every character from the Raimi trilogy)

Content warnings: angst, death, mentions of violence, profanity. References and implications of SA (not explicit) | female reader (she/her)

Premise: After months of preparing for revenge against her ex, Y/n is ready to intact her plan. Unfortunately fate seemed to have other plans. Unable to get justice in her own way, Y/n is at a loss. But maybe everything she’s gained won’t go to entirely to waste.

Black Cat PS4 theme

Note: only one more part for Spider-Man left before we go to Spider-Man 2!! I know I’ve been slacking and I’m sorry. I got out of a reading slump which then put me in a writing slump. I still have the ideas of how I want this to play out, it’s just sitting down to write them has gotten a little slow. I’ll do better I promise. Also can tumblr stop hiding me from tags, that’s another reason I’ve been a little slumped on writing cause it’s being hidden :(

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Days turned into weeks. Weeks became months and before Y/n knew it over half a year passed following the incident. She felt ready—ready as one can ever be who was planning on taking someone’s life.

Thanksgiving had passed and Christmas was around the corner. School was out for the semester, something Y/n was pleased about for she could now focus on her goal. Hearing the holiday cheer of New York didn’t bring any sense of joy to the young woman. No, the only joy she would find this season would be seeing the life drain out of his eyes.

In the months after the dreadful events of the World Unity Day, the crazed man was dubbed ‘The Green Goblin,’ by the Daily Bugle and Spider-Man was seen more of a menace to society rather than a hero. Yeah he was helping with the crime happening on the streets of New York, but the police were annoyed he was doing better at their job—not to mention his identity was concealed.

Y/n was conflicted about the masked vigilante. There was a sense of admiration for him, but also resentment. Two reasons were responsible for the emotion;

1. He showed up just days after her attack. Not that he would’ve saved her that night, but just knowing there was a hero patrolling the streets of New York may have brought Y/n some form of hope.

2. The fact he saved Mary Jane before swinging way and not bothering to check if she had survived being on the balcony.

Was she being a little unfair? Maybe Spider-Man and his fans would see it that way, but for Y/n it felt justified.

Y/n had rarely spoke to the Osborns in the time following the festival. When she wasn’t working or in school, Y/n was in the gym or the shooting rage. Thankfully she hadn’t run into the madman on the flying glider, but even if she did Y/n was confident she could take him on if he tried.

Well she hoped her skills would give her an advantage.

It was pouring rain as the hour neared ten o’clock in the evening. New York was lit up and the city night life was thriving. People scattered around getting last minute shopping done for the holidays.

Y/n had the hood up of her black vinyl trench coat, covering her face from the downpour while water splashed with each step she took. Every so often she bumped into someone’s umbrella who weren’t paying attention. Each time Y/n sent a glare to the owner, before huffing as she continued through.

“Friday,” she kept whispering under her breath while avoiding eye contact with people, “just a few more days and you’ll do what you prepared for.”

She was mentally prepping herself. It was the only thing keeping her motivated to go through with it. If she started doubting now there was no way she’d follow through—and quitting was not in her nature.

Maybe when one thinks of getting revenge the first they think is to ruin their life. That could be by exposing them to the world, trashing their lifestyle, doing whatever possible to take away any shred of happiness they had.

Y/n could do that. Very well she could sabotage him to the point where he gets kicked out of Columbia, fired from his job, hell maybe even disowned by his family. But it wouldn’t satisfy her. Nothing could satisfy her as long as he is breathing the same air. He didn’t deserve to walk the same grounds as her.

She suffered enough, now it was his turn.

The walk to her apartment was only twenty or so minutes from where she had been in the city—roughly a few blocks and in one of the more safer parts. Taking a taxi was an option, but with New York traffic and trying to save money Y/n felt her best bet was to walk. She was still on high alert when it came to her surroundings, and carried herself at a fast pace so no one attempted to talk to her.

There was also the tiny fact Y/n armed herself anywhere she went.

Pepper spray was always in one pocket of her coat, a switchblade in the other. Even a small pocket knife was tucked into her boot and in either her purse or backpack was a taser.

Yeah, she was taking no chances whatsoever. The cops were of no help and Spider-Man was not always available. So, Y/n was left to fend for herself.

Crossing the intersection, Y/n felt at east knowing she was only a few blocks from her apartment and would be out of the rain soon. As her feet hit the pavement on the sidewalk, the sound of metal crushing against each other had her and several others around jumping with gasps.

It was so loud it felt like it was right behind her.

A woman screamed, followed by a man yelling, “Call nine-one-one!!” People started rushing past Y/n, a man around her age bumping into her before apologizing. Water splashed from people running through the puddles as they rushed to help. When Y/n spun around toward the commotion, her hand came up to her open mouth at the sight of two cars completely totaled in the middle of the street.

It was in the center the intersection she had just crossed. To the eye it appeared one of the cars had tried to beat the light to turn, but failed resulting in colliding head on with an approaching car on the opposite side. One vehicle, a black SUV was wrecked on the front bumper while the small BMW was completely flipped and had rolled away until stopping several yards from the initial impact.

Glass coated the street, sparkling under the rainfall. People were shouting and ordering someone to call an ambulance. Y/n had remained frozen, unsure of what to do. Blinking rapidly and with shaky hands, she rushed to the payphone behind her and placed the coins in before dialing. Someone may have already called, but it never hurts to speed it up by calling again.

“Yes there’s been a accident—t-two cars are involved and I’m can’t see how many but people are saying it’s bad—,” she listed off the streets of the intersection the accident occurred and hung up once the operator informed they had emergency vehicles en route.

Turning back to the scene, Y/n saw a flash of red and blue dropping down from the sky. Recognizing the familiar suit, she pushed her way through the crowd. “Oh thank goodness Spider-Man is here,” a lady she passed said in relief, confirming Y/n’s suspicion. The masked vigilante got straight to work removing the passengers from the vehicles with the help of several civilians. Sirens could be heard in the distant, emergency vehicles speeding to the wreck along with the NYPD.

The driver of the SUV was out his vehicle with obvious trauma to his face from the airbag being deployed. He was grimacing while holding onto his arm—most likely broken—with the help of a young woman. The lady with him was still trapped, her cried could be heard as people worked to get the door open.

Meanwhile, Spider-Man was pulling a man—the driver of the BMW—from the rubble. Y/n got in the front of people to see, and although the rain plummeting made it hard to see, a eerie feeling coursed through her when she caught sight of sandy blonde hair.

The unknown man looked lifeless. Blood was seeping through his multiple cuts and wounds, there was a large gash on the side of his head. No doubt the result of hitting it on the window or windshield from the crash.

Before she could stop herself, Y/n’s feet were carrying her closer to the scene. Her boots splashed the water with each step, the thumping of her heart increasing when Spider-Man laid the driver on his back and began CPR. His back was toward her so Y/n could not see the face of the lifeless man, but the closer she got to the car the more it felt familiar.

It was a four door, silver BMW with black leather seats from what she could see and appeared to be the newest make and model of the brand. A sticker on the bumper was the Columbia University mascot.

Dread consumed Y/n. There was only one person she knew who drove that type of car.

The one who poisoned her dreams at night and damaged her mind, body, and soul.

The one she was planning to kill that weekend.

As fear, panic, and anger began to fill her, Y/n stood frozen behind the vigilante. Everyone around became a blur, even the loud pedestrians signaling over the emergency vehicles. Nothing was clear to Y/n except for the man in red and blur performing chest compressions on the man she hated most in the world.

If revenge hadn’t consumed her for several months, Y/n actually would feel some rejoice and happiness to see him fighting for his life. But she was selfish. She wanted to be the one to end it for him. The satisfaction she would feel by being the last thing he saw was the reason she had spent so long planning the act.

Now here he was about to have an easy way out.

Her hands were in fists, knuckles turning white when Spider-Man’s shoulders dropped, his head falling in defeat. ‘NO!’ She screamed in her head. ‘No, no, no, no!’

Even when Spider-Man stood and looked down at the man—obviously upset he was unable to save him—Y/n remained still. Now she could see his face. As much as her gut was telling her it was him, Y/n didn’t want to believe it. Now there was no way to deny it was in fact the person she wanted to send to hell personally. It was like the universe was against her.

It didn’t want her to have any form of justice. The universe sure must’ve been laughing at her.

Her jaw was clenching so hard it hurt and there were tears brimming in her eyes. Not from sadness, oh no far from it. But to anyone who saw her they would more than likely think she was a loved one of the deceased man.

When Spider-Man turned around, freezing at the sight of Y/n standing tense while looking at the deceased driver with hatred, he tilted his head confused before calmly saying, “Do you know this man, Y/—u-uh Miss?” She was so focused on him she didn’t even notice Spider-Man had almost said her name. Beneath the mask, his eyes were fearful she caught his slip up—it would have for sure given him away.

But Y/n was almost in a trance, it wasn’t until he stepped forward that she blinked and felt a lump in her throat. Luckily with the rain, one could not tell if the water on her face was from the rain or from the tears she was actually shedding. Clearing her throat, attempting to make it look like she was just a bystander in shock from seeing someone dead, Y/n shook her head. “U—uh, no. No I don’t.” She prayed it sounded convincing, willing herself to not glare down at the corpse otherwise Spider-Man could become suspicious.

“I’m sorry,” she started to step back, bidding one last glance at the figure—all while trying not to scream in anger, “I-I must go.” Without waiting for a response, Y/n spun on her boot heel and started to jog away from the scene. She didn’t know where she was going, her body taking control to get her away from what just happened before her emotions could give way.

Passing her apartment building, Y/n slowed and came to a stop in a empty alley about three blocks away. She couldn’t go back to her apartment. Her roommate would be in and would ask questions of her behavior. Y/n was in no mood to explain and frankly she felt like she could hit someone for even glancing at her.

“Fuck,” she muttered, leaning against the brick wall away from prying eyes. Her hands felt numb, and were combing through her hair beneath her hood. “FUUUUUUCCKKKK!!!!” The scream echoed, the rain enhancing it even more. The energy drained and Y/n sank to the ground, not even caring about her jeans greeting soaked.

She was pissed. She was sad. But most of all Y/n was defeated.

First the justice system failed her by dropping the charges, now the universe failed her by killing him before she could. What a fucking turn of events.

She didn’t even want to think about the future. Despite being blessed with a full ride to Columbia, she was struggling to make ends meet after the attack. Her rent was an arm and a leg considering she wanted to be in a safer area of the city, on top of having to pay her trainer and therapist for each sessions and for the medication she was receiving. Her internship paid her but it was barely enough to get through the month with all other expenses.

If it became too much she was going to have to drop out of school and work full time. That would mark the end of her dreams. She had worked so hard and fought tooth and nail for the positions she was given. There was no way in hell she was going to give it up that easily.

Y/n started to think what her dad would say if he were with her. The last time she’d spoken to him was the previous Christmas—and it was a five minute phone call to his prison. It pained her to think of his last arrest. The one that ticketed him a life term in prison for burglary and embezzlement. It was his third and final strike so the courts were anything but lenient.

“Always remember this,” he said to her before they pulled him away, “Everything I ever did, while it was never good in the eyes of the public, was to make sure you were taken care of.”

Y/n always knew in the late hours of the night when her dad was. What started as something he did once in a blue moon became monthly, then once a week until it was nearly every night. Something knew would pop up in their house, which either was kept or pawned off for money. She never asked questions, neither did her mother.

One night in high school when Y/n was bored she found herself following her dad. After pretending to be asleep, she got dressed in some dark clothes and carefully snuck out just in time to spot him leaving the front door. Y/n kept a safe distance, ducking away behind houses and alleys whenever her dad nearly spotted her.

The entire night she watched him sneak into businesses with ease and coming out with bags upon bags of stolen money, jewelry, and the occasional artwork or clothing. At one point she caught him meeting up with another man to hand over the items. It was then Y/n realized her dad was a part of something more than just being the cities infamous cat burglar. It scared her to know the type of business he was in. At any moment the associates could turn on him or the cops would be waiting.

The first time he was in prison it was a small offense when Y/n was only a toddler. At the time she didn’t understand why her dad wasn’t home and her mom was reluctant to tell her. Making up a story didn’t feel right to her mother, so she was left with unanswered questions. The sentence was only a few months in prison with community service. Y/n could still picture the day he came home with a giant teddy bear. It was a happy reunion for the two with hugs and kisses all around. Then his second offense occurred years later which prompted them to leave Flushing and settle in Queens. He had been gone longer this time for possession of stolen property and was in prison for nearly two years. The lawyers were able to get the sentence reduced that time around.

Now her dad was back again in a prison cell for a life term. The charges were enough to take up a notebook considering they had evidence linking her father to organized crime in New York. It appeared the famed cat bulgur was working for some notable kingpins and forgot to erase all evidence that would link the two together. He wasn’t quiet as a cat after all.

As the rain continued to drench her, Y/n already felt her brain telling her what she should do. A little voice was saying ‘no, that’s a terrible idea. You’ll end up in prison just like dad.’ But, there was something in her that gave confidence she could pull it off. The night she followed her father, he never once spotted her. Nor did he ever confront her or give any intention he knew she was there all along.

She had been sneaky. Too sneaky.

Was it a good idea? Probably not. Especially with red and blue spandex guy swinging around. Surely he would catch her eventually, but why did that give Y/n such a thrill? Most likely because Spider-Man was becoming some sort of a hero to the people of New York. And heroes keep the peace while maintaining a safe environment for all.

But peace was out the door when it came to Y/n. Her safety was compromised long ago and no matter what she did, she could not rely on others to keep her safe. Not even some dude in a skin tight costume with weird fluid shooting out from him.

Hero. The world felt far from the reality she was living in. A hero was someone to rely on, and Y/n’s already established she can’t rely on others. And she could not be her own hero. Not after planning to kill her ex for what he did to her.

No, heroes do not kill. They save life—they preserve it.

Villains though, they are the ones who take life. Rather intentional or as collateral damage everyone knows the villain brings disruption rather than stability.

She was the villain in a story she never planned to write. But circumstances can turn one on the opposite path than the one they were initially walking.

Her skills would not go to waste. All the time and money she spent to prep the whole revenge was enough to motivate Y/n to put her mind to this next goal. She would make ends meet and do whatever necessary to survive. Because the only one Y/n could rely on, was herself.

There would need to be rules and restrictions. In no way could she be reckless that would give any indication who she was or make the authorities suspicious. Any slip up could result in everything being taken from her.

Her dad was smart, but even the most intelligent people could make mistakes. She had to be better. Better than she already was.

She could do it. She was the second of her graduating class, a full ride student at Columbia University and a fucking intern of both Norman Osborn and Otto Octavius. If any one had the brains to it off it was her. All she had to do was stay under the radar.

Especially Spider-Mans radar. Although, she could maybe even have some fun with that if she happened to cross paths with him.

Nothing like a little villain and hero tension to throw the vigilante off her trail.

With newfound confidence, Y/n rose from the ground and lifted her head toward the sky to allow the rain to pour down her face as she let her eyes close. Using a moment to breath deep followed by a deeper exhale, she let the defeat she once felt seep through her and into the air. It was replaced by a new urge—one she could barely describe but it was enough to keep her head high.

Dropping her attention forward to exit the alley, she stilled when her eyes landed on a small fur ball hiding in the corner by a trash bin. It’s bright green eyes were staring back at her in curiosity. Small little ears pointed up as it’s head tilted. Y/n took a step forward to get a closer look, and realized it was a black cat.

Had it been there the entire time? Y/n hadn’t heard or saw it before. It must’ve quietly snuck his way to the spot to avoid the rain. Now it was staring back at her in an almost challenging way.

Y/n tilted her head in thought, just as the smirk appeared on her lips. “Hmm.”

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Field Trips & Spider Bites 🕷 | T.M Spider-Man Series P.1

Prequel to ‘Quiet As A Cat, Sneaky As A Spider’

Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Content warnings: slight profanity and description of spider bites. Light angst | Female reader (she/her) | 2k+ words

Premise: The start of the day was everything normal to Peter Parker. For him and best friend Harry Osborn, they along with their senior class get the opportunity to tour a science lab at Columbia University. Not only is his life completely altered forever, but he finally puts a name to a face who’s secretly admired him in the shadows for so long.

Note: Guys we’re finally here! It’s time for the prequel of my T.M!P.P No Way Home series! I’m so excited for this and hope you enjoy. I just rewatched Spider-Man 1 & 2 so I have everything planned for how those plots will go. Make sure to let me know if you wanna be added to the masterlist tag list for chapter updates!

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“Hey! Stop the bus!!” It was not starting off a good morning for Midtown senior Peter Parker, “Hey, tell him to stop! Please!” He’s been chasing the school bus for what seemed like forever. Running late was not something he planned, but life happens. And boy did it have to be today of all days. “Hey! Stop the bus!”

Everyone on the bus was finding the situation the most hilarious thing they’d ever seen. Even the bus driver. Well, everyone except one person. “Stop the bus!” Mary Jane Watson was out of her seat, ignoring the annoyed look of her boyfriend Flash. “He’s been chasing us since Woodhaven boulevard.”

“Catch a cap, Parker!”

The crowd fell into defeated ‘awws’ when the bus came to a stop. “Thank you I’m sorry I’m late,” a crumbled paper was hitting Peters cheek the moment he stepped foot on. Laughter followed and Peter tried to ignore the redness in his face while he made his way along the aisle.

His attempts at sitting down whenever only one person was in a seat were unsuccessful. Even those who would be classified as nerdy unpopular geeks refused to sit by him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“You’re so lame, Parker.”

It didn’t help that when he smiled at Mary Jane, someone made him trip. “Ah!” He yelped, face hitting the floor as laughter erupted around him. Yeah, it was going to be a long day.

“Midtown high seniors,” all the students gathered around the teacher chaperoning the trip. It was a beautiful day in New York which was perfect for their field trip to Columbia University. “No wandering, proceed direct-knock it off,” the teacher caught the ball one of Flashs buddies had been throwing. “Remember, it is a privilege to be here. We are guests of Columbia University’s Science Department. So behave accordingly.”

Peter had been one of the last to arrive after they had all been able to explore different areas of the campus. He took a spot in the back of the group. Not wanting to be up close with the others. When Peter stopped, he found himself freezing at how Mary Jane was staring in his direction. The small smile on her lips had him blushing. And when her hand went up in a wave, Peters grin widened—his own hand coming up to return it.

Unfortunately for the boy, she wasn’t waving at him.

Because when he heard “M.J” directly behind him, Peters hand was left still realizing her attention was on her friends approaching. Not him. “Where were you?” She asked the two girls, giggling softly. “Checking out the library.” “Looking at books.” “Yeah, right,” MJ laughed along with them.

A disappointed sigh fell from Peter, moving to cross the street with the group. A car had approached, but he didn’t pay any mind to it until the door was heard closing followed by a, “Pete!”

“Hiya, Harry,” he greeted his best friend with a smile. Harry’s hand came up to pat him on the back, the two turning around to join everyone but where stopped by another person calling, “Harry!” They both turned around to find a man walking up with a backpack in his hand.

“Won’t you be needing this.”

Harry took the backpack, “Thank’s dad.” Peter straighten up a bit. He’d never met Harrys dad since they became friends, Harry was very short when it came to talking about home life and his parents. “Umm. Peter, may I introduce my father, Norman Osborn.”

“Heard so much about you,” Norman stepped forward to shake Peters hand. The teen smiled back, returning the gesture.

“Big honor to meet you, sir.”

“Harry tells me you’re quite the science wiz,” Norman spoke with a delighted tonel “You know, I’m something of a scientist myself.”

Peter nodded, “I read all your research on nanotechnology. Really brilliant.” Norman was pleased to hear the compliment.

“You understood it?”

“Yes, I wrote a paper on it.”

“Impressive,” Norman beamed, eyes flicking at Harry briefly. “Your parents must be very proud.”

“Uh-I live with my aunt and uncle—they are proud.”

By now their teacher had caught them, not pleased to see they weren’t with the group. “Hey you two! Let’s move!”

Peter extended his hand once more to Norman after glancing over his shoulder. “Nice to meet you.”

Norman shakes his hand, replying, “hope to see you again.” They pull away with Peter agreeing before the man looks at his son one last time, “Remember, while you’re here if you run into—.”

Harry waves a hand, “I know—I know. To tell her you finished the letter of recommendation and the transfer was approved.” Norman only nods, satisfied and Harry takes the opportunity to gesture Peter away.

Peter leans a bit when they are several feet away, “Well that wasn’t so bad.”

“Yeah not if you’re a genius,” Harry emphasizes, pulling on the straps of his bag around his shoulders. “I think he wants to adopt you.”

He only laughs, shaking his head before a curious expression takes over, “Who were you two talking about?” Harry gives him a shrug as they started climbing the steps.

“Oh I just have to pass a word on to one of his old interns—she’s being referred to one of his colleagues.” Peter makes a face.

“Ans she’ll be here today?”

Harry nods and then shrugs just as they approach the group. “Maybe. She goes here and volunteers in the labs. Wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Who—?” Before Peter could finish his question, the teacher is hauling them into the building. Their tour guide is one of the professors who works in the department. After some introductions the group is guided through the building before ultimately landing in one of the research labs housing arachnids.

“There are over thirty-two thousand known species of spider in the world,” she announces, leading the group through the doors and into the middle of the facility. “They are in the order ‘Araneae,’ which is divided into three—.”

“Wow,” Peter says beside Harry in awe, “That’s amazing. This is the most advanced electron microscope on the eastern seaboard. It’s unreal.” Eyes wonder over the object, all while Harry just gives him a look.

“Wow,” he hums, albeit sarcasm.

Not too far from Peter, Mary Jane becomes annoyed when Flash tries to get all lovie dovie with her. “Ahh c’mon—,” she stops short when she notices Peter looking at her. He quickly turns away, flustered from being caught. Mary Jane moves behind him to the opposite side, and Peter finds himself in the front directly opposite of the tour guide.

She was explaining the spices of the spider contained beside her. “For example, the Delena spider—family Sparassidae, has the ability to jump to catch its prey.”

Peter gets his camera out, shyly asking, “For the school paper?” He gestures to the spider with his camera. The woman nods allowing so. As Peter goes to take the picture, focusing the lens on the arachnid sitting still, Flash being the asshole he is purposely bumps into Peter. His finger hits the clicker, but thanks to Flash he misses the spider.

Peter glares at the three who laugh, and they push him into the direction the tour guide was heading. “Next, the neb web spider. Family Phyxelididae, genus Kulukinia. It spins an intricate funnel-shaped web whose strands have a tensile strength proportionately equal to the type of high tension wire….” Peter again tries to capture a photo, but one of Flashs’ goons bumps into him again.

“Leave him alone,” Harry cuts in.

“Or what?”

“Or his father while fire your father,” Flash mocks from beside Harry while his buddies high five. His hand comes up to Harrys backpack strap, “What’s daddy gonna do? Sue me?”

This time it’s the teacher who steps in. “What is going on?” He scolds, glancing at each of them with disapproval. “The next person who talks will fail this course. I kid you not.” The tour guide speaks again and the man motions for them to follow, “Let’s go.”

The five begin to move, Harry and Peter being the first with the rest following behind.

“This grass spider hunts using a set of reflexes using nerve conduction velocity so fast that some researchers believe it almost borders on precognition, and earns awareness of danger.”

“Those guys are jerks,” Peter whispered under his breath.

The tour guide finishes with, “A spider sense.”

Instead of joining the group, Peter and Harry walk forward to a different table with spiders. “Hey look at that spider,” Harry points to the glass with his paper.

“Some spiders change colors to blend into their environment,” Peter explains. “It’s a defense mechanism.”

“Peter,” Harry lightly groans, “What makes you think I’d want to know that?” Peters mouth falls into a pout.

“Who wouldn’t?”

Little did the two know, they had a shadow. And she was watching them closely with a smirk on her lips.

The group continues making their way through the research lab. Spitting facts like no tomorrow, the tour guides voice carries in an echo. While she informs them of Columbia’s genetic reseach on the spiders, Harry nudges Peter to MJ who was alone.

“You get to talk to her now?”

Peter gives a nervous laugh like the suggestion was unheard of. “No, c’mon.”

“Why?”

“You talk to her.” Peter didn’t think Harry would take him serious, but he was wrong. Harry gives a shrug and starts walking to MJ standing in the front in front of a table with fifteen tiny glass cubicles.

“Disgusting,” she says though smiling.

“Yeah hateful little things,” Harry agrees, making her glance at him briefly.

“I love them.”

He’s surprised for a second by her words but brushes it off. “Yeah me too,” his sudden agreement had her give a look. Peter gets closer so he’s directly behind Harry. And that’s when he hears his best friend repeat his earlier words. “You know, spiders can change their color to blend into their environment.”

“Really?” MJ asks, seemingly impressed with the fact.

“Yeah,” Harry replies, “I’d say it’s a defense mechanism.”

“Cool.”

Peter is practically frozen still, both in amazement and disappointment by how easily Harry managed to impress MJ like that. With his science facts nonetheless.

The two share a look, and Peters slumps. The tour guides words are barely audible in his ears, having lost the excitement by everything. There’s movement in his peripheral vision, followed by a low giggle—like how one is trying not to laugh, but fails and tries to keep it quiet.

“Well that wasn’t very ‘bro code’ of him. Right?”

The voice to his right has Peter turning his head, only to be met with the side profile of a girl with Y/H/C in a lab coat holding a clipboard. Peter could see her smirking, looking directly at Harry and MJ. “Uhh—um,” he didn’t know how to respond, especially when she faced him.

Peter was frozen at the sight of her sparkling Y/E/C eyes staring back at him. A little shorter than him, even with the boots Peter noticed she was wearing to go with her beige colored button up and dark pants. She was absolutely gorgeous, rivaling that of Mary Janes.

And when she smiled, Peter felt like the air had left his body. Wow she was stunning—too stunning to be giving him any kind of attention. There was no way a beautiful girl like her would talk to him, but here she was smiling at Peter. Not caring about anyone else around.

“You should’ve taken your chance when you had it,” she whispered, leaning a bit. When Peter looked confused, she nodded to his best friend and crush, making his face flush wit red at the fact she had heard the whole interaction between him and Harry. That’s when she giggled again, making him more flustered.

By then he couldn’t even hear what the tour guide was saying. It was all muffled. Only Peter could hear the sound of her giggle, and felt a sensation flowing through his veins.

There was something familiar about her. Peter couldn’t quite think of where he remembered her, but part of him thought he used to see her at school. Not only that, but when he thought back to one of Harrys parties during the summer her face also flashed in his mind.

“Cat got your tongue, Parker?” She whispered without looking when he still hadn’t said anything. Now his expression became more confused. She knew him?

“How—?” She motioned for him to be quiet, pointing to the lady when she noticed the chaperone had glanced at them. Peter quickly followed her instruction.

“—from RNA to encode an entirely new genome, combined genetic information from all three spiders into these fifteen genetically designed super-spiders.”

“There’s fourteen,” Mary Jane interrupted after noticing one of the cubicles was empty. Peter noticed the girl next to him tilt her head. The tour guide also appeared concerned.

“I beg your pardon?”

Mary Jane lifted a finger to the empty container, “One’s missing.” The professor maneuvered around the table to get a better look. Sure enough, the one cubicle was empty.

“Huh,” she said lowly, “I guess the researchers are working on that one.” It’s then she noticed the girl beside Peter, raising a brow at her. “Miss. L/N, did anyone say they’d be taking one of the spiders this morning for further observation?”

‘L/n,’ Peter thoughts, ‘why does that sound familiar?’

The girl straightened, flipping through the stack of papers on her clipboard before shaking her head. That’s when Peter spots the intern badge clipped to the right chest portion of her coat. “Not to my knowledge, ma’am. But I will speak with Dr. Hoffman to confirm or deny if they are.” The woman nods to her, motioning for the group to follow to the next showcase.

Meanwhile Harry tries chatting up more with Mary Jane, “Did you know this is the largest electron microscope on the eastern seaboard?” Peter frowns, which seems to humor the girl again—although she looks a little sympathetic for him. Unfortunately for Harry, the teacher comes to his side before Mary Jane could reply.

“You were talking throughout that woman’s entire presentation,” Harry makes a face to MJ causing her to giggle. “Let’s go talk about how we listen.”

The intern suddenly steps forward, “actually, sir,” he stops pulling Harry and turns to her, Peter noticing the hopeful look of his friend. “Do you mind if I have a quick word with Mr. Osborn? It will only be a moment—I promise it won’t hold your group up.”

The teacher was hesitant, brows furrowing as he looked between Harry and then intern. They all wait as a few seconds tick by before the man lets go of Harry/ “Very well,” he sighs then points with a serious expression, “but not too long.”

“Of course, sir.”

Harry moves to Peter and the girl while the teacher motions for Mary Jane. “C’mon, Miss. Watson.” The redhead slumps her shoulders, giving one last glance to both Harry and Peter—letting it linger on Harry a bit longer. She follows the teacher, letting the three left on their own.

The girl gives a playful nudge to Harry, “And once again here I am to save your ass, Osborn.” She places the clipboard on the table before crossing her arms, “Are you ever going to learn?”

“Where’s the fun in that, Y/n?” Harry shrugs while smirking. While she scoffs, Peter repeats the name in his head.

‘Y/n. Y/n? Y/n L/n?’

‘Oh!’ He shouted in his mind, realizing who she was. He hadn’t recognized her at first, given they had never interacted before. But Peter remembered seeing her in the halls at school and mentioned by name a few times from Harry.

This was the first time ever speaking with her. Well she did most of the talking. He just stood there like a fish out of water.

Y/n L/n was a year older than the two—having graduated from Midtown High School the previous May before attending Columbia University as a double major in Biology and Physics. He wasn’t surprised she was at the prestigious university. Y/n had been recognized as Salutatorian of her graduating class—finishing at #2 behind her academic rival the entire time she was at Midtown. Word on the street is she got a full ride.

Not only was she incredible smart, but Y/n was very beautiful. It was surprising she wasn’t as popular as someone like Mary Jane or Flash—but Y/n wasn’t part of social circles in school. They didn’t interest her and she preferred to stick to herself. While most kids wanted to go to parties and football games on Friday nights, Y/n was at home.

At lunch she would be in either one of the science labs or the art classroom. Not many people were her friend, but those who interacted with her would describe Y/n as kind, funny, and reserved—that’s if they hadn’t pissed her off. Those who were unfortunate by doing so would have a more….opposite opinion.

It didn’t help that people talked in school. It’s no wonder she was very reserved about her private life—especially with how gossip spread like wildfire. Peter didn’t pay attention to it, but on occasion he would hear it in passing.

During his sophomore year—Y/n would have been a junior—Peter was at his locker putting books away when he overheard some girls talking about Y/n. He tried not to ignore them, but they weren’t exactly whispering. “How do you know it was her dad?” One of them asked while applying lipgloss. Her friend flipped blonde hair over her shoulder with a scoff, “Because my dad is a cop, Tabby, and was the one who arrested him.”

“That’s sad,” the third girl hummed, “think Y/n and her mom will move out of here or something?”

“Doubt it,” the blonde said with a light laugh—like she was finding the situation amusing. “They moved here from Flushing—apparently because her dad had already been in prison before. Her mom works at a clothing store so I don’t think they’ll have the funds to be getting out of Queens anytime soon.”

Peter quickly grabbed his books, closing his locker with a firm shut. He didn’t feel comfortable hearing private stuff about someone he didn’t know. Y/n was only a name to him at the time. So the next year when Peter met her eye as they passed in the school hallway, he didn’t know it was her. He had looked away before she even had the chance to smile at him.

Now here Y/n was next to him. Smiling at him like she wanted to that day in school. And apparently she and Harry were well acquainted.

“You know, Harry,” her tsksing brought Peter out of his thoughts, becoming flustered when he realized he had been staring at Y/n a good minute. If she noticed then Y/n was being silent about it. “—using the facts your friend gave you to chat up the pretty redhead is not cool.”

Peter went red again when she winked at him, Harry scoffing. “Yeah well it’s not cool to eavesdrop.” She only rolled her eyes.

“Please, anyone could hear you.”

“Whatever,” Harry mumbled, adjusting his backpack. “Thanks, Y/n.” Though annoyed, Harry was glad to get out of being lectured about whatever the teacher had planned for him.

“Yeah no problem,” she chuckled, “try to stay out of trouble the rest of the day.” She let her eyes drift to Peter, who was still silent from the whole interaction. “Nice to finally meet you, Peter.”

“Uhh—yeah, n-nice to meet you too,” He stuttered out. “Y-Y/n, right?”

She nodded with a smile, “Yes, I’m Y/n.” She extends a hand, Peter going to shake it but the two both flinch when there’s a light shock when they make contact.

Peter goes red, “S-sorry!”

Y/n only laughs, ignoring the slight feeling of warmth in her chest, “It’s alright. Happens all the time.” She pauses before changing the subject, “Harry talks about you all the time when I come by the house. I also saw you at one of his parties this summer, but I left early before I could introduce myself.” Y/n gives a shrug before adding, “not really my forte, you know.” What she left out was how she always found him adorable—admiring from afar even though his attentions were on Mary Jane.

“No-no I get it,” Peter nodded. “They’re not mine either—Harry though forces me to go.” She giggles which surprises Peter. He’d never made a girl smile at him, let alone laugh.

“Well next time we’ll have to find each other,” she suggests. “Then you can tell me some of your science facts without having Harry here steal the thunder.”

Did she just flirt with him?

Peter was speechless, “U-Umm, y-yeah—da—I-I guess.”

“Anyway,” Harry cuts in, causing them both to turn to him. Peter was slightly flustered where Y/n wasn’t. In fact she looked pretty amused. “We better get going before we’re both in detention.” His eyes went from Peter back to Y/n, “by the way my Dad wanted me to tell you he finished the letter.”

Y/ns eyes widened with hope, “He did? And do you know if—.”

“Yes,” Harry said before she could finish, “it’s been approved. If you want to know the details then call my dad—anytime you know since he will always answer the phone for you.”

There was an excitement clap from Y/n. She was practically bouncing on her heels. “Ah I can’t wait!”

“Yeah—yeah, congrats,” Harry told her, “just continue being the daughter my dad wishes he had instead of me.” Y/ns eyes narrowed—all excitement gone. It was a chilling look and Peter was taken aback by how quick she had changed up.

“Don’t start, Harry. We’ve been over this.”

“Sorry,” he didn’t sound sorry, “force of habit.”

Y/n scoffed, taking her clipboard back in her hand, “well why don’t you work on it. I have enough self-deprecating thoughts of my own—I don’t need yours.” She shakes her head at Harry before glancing at Peter, this time with a kind expression. It again surprised him. “It was lovely to finally make your acquaintance, Peter. I hope it’s not the last.”

“Yeah—yeah you too,” he smiled back at her, hoping he didn’t look goofy. Y/n flustered him one last time with a wink, casting a knowing look to Harry before spinning on her heel. Peter watches her go in a daze. For a splint second, everything about Mary Jane was gone from his head—Y/n taking over the fuzzy feeling he had.

Unaware to the three, a tiny red and blue spider had been spinning a web right above them.

Seeing an opportunity to take a picture without being interrupted, Peter took out his camera—ignoring the annoyed look from Harry who headed back in the direction of the group. Peter snapped a few pictures, stepping back to lean against a column beside a screen projection.

Refocusing the imagine, Peter couldn’t help but move the camera slightly to the left so Y/n would be in the background. Peter knew it was creepy, but he needed photos and she happened to be right there. Suddenly he froze when she happened to turn in his direction, locking her eyes on the camera.

He nearly dropped the camera, horrified and embarrassed, but relaxed a bit when he noticed her smirking. Y/n winked at Peter, giggling at the sight of his blushing face and motioning for him to continue. A sigh of relief left his lips, going back to taking photos. He felt a smile on his lips when she occasionally looked back to make a face as he snapped the photo. Some she gave a little pose—like a thumbs up behind her colleges before she was eventually pulled away.

Peter was too occupied, grinning like a fool and didn’t notice a tiny spider descending directly above him. The insect landed on his finger, crawling to the edge by his thumb. It was when Peter pulled the camera away after Y/n walked away that he felt a prick causing him to jump to the side.

The spider flung to the ground, Peters eyes falling to it as it scurried away. When it left his sight, Peter brought his hand up to inspect the bite. It was red and irritated with two little holes indicating where the pinchers pierced his skin.

“Parker?” He heard the teacher call for him, making him glance up briefly. Peter continued to look at the bite while walking away, by passing the screen behind him which showed how the DNA from three spiders had been put together to construct a new genome. Therefore a new species stronger than any other spider in the world with abilities combined made them superior in every sense.

Peter Parkers life was about to be changed forever. But he wasn’t the only one.

Two other lives were changed that day.

Things were about to get out of hand for the city of New York.

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Love Is A Curse | T.M Spider-Man Series P.2 (read content warnings & notes⚠️)

Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Content Warnings: major angst, serious implications of SA (not explicit or detailed), aftermath of SA, descriptions of panic attack, blood, mentions of violence, profanity | female reader (she/her) | roughly 1k words, read with caution

Premise: What started as a great day, ended with lives changed forever. For one, she vowed revenge. And she couldn’t wait for how sweet it would taste.

Note: please read with caution, especially if you are someone you know is a survivor of SA. As someone who just graduated from college not even a year ago and was part of an organization to end SA on college campuses, I want anyone who has experienced a traumatic event such as SA to remember help is out there. Don’t be afraid to speak up, because the only way we are going to lower the percentage of dating, domestic, and sexual violence on college campuses is by using our voice to report and raise awareness. You are not alone, and will never be alone. ♥️

I am not going into detail at all by writing a scene because I’m not comfortable with that—I’m only writing the aftermath which implies it took place. In the comics, Felicia Hardy/Black Cat goes through this and it leads to her adopting the Black Cat persona in her storyline, so I wanted to do the same for Y/n. However I wanted to make it to where the reason Y/n ends up taking the murder/revenge route is because she didn’t get the justice through the system. Which unfortunately is a common reality of these cases. This chapter is pretty short, again read with caution.

I will tag those who are part of the masterlist tags for chapter updates, but again please read the content warnings & notes before you do read.

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Y/n had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror of her dorm for hours. Her reflection painted a thousand words. If a doctor or cop were to walk through the door, it wouldn’t take them much to piece it together. Torn clothes, bloodied face, and bruises in an array of colors. Y/n couldn’t even recognize herself—the girl staring back at her was not the same girl from that morning.

Ticking away was the clock—the only sound to fill the silent void. It read 3am, the Devils hour some liked to call.

Nothing good ever happens at night.

That’s why they tell you to always watch yourself—look for red flags. Get home, be safe, stay alert for anything.

But sometimes those who hurt you the most are the ones closest to you.

Y/n never saw it coming. How could she? They hadn’t been dating that long, barely would consider themselves a couple and both were so busy with other things they hardly got time to see each other. Maybe on average twice a week would they have free time to have dinner or catch a movie.

This night was different.

Y/n felt the shift in the atmosphere not long after he had entered her dorm. His movements sparked alarm along with the way he was looking at her. Any excuse to get him to leave came to her mind like ‘I have class early tomorrow, maybe we should meet up at a later date,’ or, ‘I’m getting pretty tired, I think you should go now.’ But they were to no avail.

Y/n pretty much disassociated after that. Felt like she had an out of body experience where she wasn’t truly there. It was the only way to get through it. Her roommate was gone for the night, and anyone who passed by more than likely had the bystander effect.

Which meant they did nothing. Even if they heard something wrong.

Now here she was staring at the broken girl in the mirror. No words had left her even after he left. The second he did all Y/n did was limp to the bathroom and lean on the sink to keep her up.

She had a choice now. One that would determine the trajectory of how the aftermath would play out. All Y/n had in terms of first aid supplies were a few bandages and hydrogen peroxide. That wouldn’t do much to what ever internal injuries she might have.

Y/n finally felt the cracks beginning to break as she tried to keep it together. But a human could only take so much.

Her knees finally gave out as the first wave of cries made their way through her mouth. A hand came up to muffle them as she lowered down until her back met the edge of the tub. Blood mixed with tears and saliva. Y/n felt like the porcelain doll being shattered against a wall.

‘Why? Why? Why? Why me?’ Her mind repeated over and over. The cries were a waterfall, never ending as the pain and anguish took over Y/n.

Her mind, body, and soul felt broken. And it would never be the same again.

The free hand that had been to her side came up to tangle in her hair. Gripping it hard, Y/n felt strands pull out until several wrapped around her fingers. That’s when her fingers started to tremble and her breathing became fast.

That’s when she started becoming scared—feeling her airway constrict against the waves of her cries. Her brain was telling her to calm down, but her body was filled with a sensation she couldn’t describe. The trembling in her hands which felt like stinging turned numb.

‘Stop—stop,’ she kept thinking as her heart pounded against her chest. ‘No-no-no please, no’

Everything hurt. Everything was a blur. Y/n didn’t know what to do as she laid on the floor of her bathroom willing her mind and body to calm down so she could breath. A dizziness sensation had her leaning her head against the edge of the rub, blinking repeatedly until she let her eyes fluttered shut.

‘Think, Y/n—think of dad—of mom,’ she ordered herself. ‘Think of ice skating during Christmas’

The memory started to replay the moment the words entered her mind. It was one of the only Christmases where her dad was there—after he had went to prison the first time. Y/n was eight going on nine and had always wanted to go ice skating where the big Christmas tree was at. Her mom had always told her ‘we’ll go next year’ when she started asking at the age of five. Her dad surprised her that year, taking her without her mother knowing and the two spent hours at the rink. ‘Careful, Y/n’ he laughed when she almost slipped, holding onto her hand tightly. Her face was red from laughing so much, on top of a sore bottom from falling several times. But it was the best moment of her life.

And it was one of the happiest memories she had of her dad.

Just thinking about that night had Y/ns breathing slow until eventually she found a constant pace. The numbing eased away, the tears coming to a end. The dizziness was gone and she could feel the air flow though her—no longer constricted.

She knew what she had to do. If she was going to make sure he couldn’t hurt her or anyone else again, then she had to do something about it. The feeling of shame and guilt was replaced by anger.

Love. That’s what he tried saying when it was over. That he loved her. His pathetic excuse for violating her—for breaking her mind, body, and soul.

Monsters can’t love. And neither do they deserve it. It’s greed and power they desire, and use love as their scapegoat to gain it.

‘Love is a curse,’ Y/n thought as her bruised jaw clenched, ignoring the pain from the movement. Darkness filled her eyes, muting out the normal Y/E/C they bore. ‘Love is a curse, and I’m going to make sure he knows that.’

Getting to her feet, Y/n grunted at the pain in her ribs as she limped back into her bedroom. With shaky hands, feeling conflicted for a moment, Y/n picked up the receiver of the landline—her thumb moving to dial a certain three-digit number. With one last push of courage, Y/n hit the call button and placed the receiver to her ear.

Her breath hit the end of it. It was wavered and matched the pounding of her heart as the nerves in her raised again. But she was focused, determined, and anger fueled her. There was no way she would not get justice. That fucker would not have the last laugh.

“Nine-one-one, what is the nature of your emergency.”

Y/n caught her reflection in the mirror hanging behind her bedroom wall. It was now or never. She’ll go the justice system route, praying to God they will do something.

But if they fail her, his fate will lie in her hands.

“I need to report a rape.”

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Don’t Rain On My Parade | T.M Spider-Man Series P.3

Catch up on parts 1 & 2 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Content warnings: light angst, violence, blood, & profanity. Sight canon divergence. References to SA and PTSD (read with caution) | female reader (she/her)

Premise: After experiences a traumatic event at the hands of her boyfriend, Y/n is left in anger when the authorities fail to provide justice. She made a vow and won’t let it go to waste, and her motivation to defend herself only rises when a crazed man in a green suit causes chaos in New York.

Note: just a reminder I am basing y/ns backstory similar to how Felicia Hardy became Black Cat in the comics. I wanted to clarify this once again and will continue to do so because I am following mostly Black Cat from the comics to develop Y/n in these stories. If you are sensitive to these subjects I advise you not to read or read with caution.

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“I’m sorry, but there isn’t much we can do.”

Y/m should’ve expected it as much as she didn’t want to. Despite the hard evidence, the rape-kit, and everything that should’ve secured a conviction, the justice system let her down.

All because of a ‘he-said, she-said’ scenario. Fucking typical.

“So that’s it?” Her voice was low, willing the tears to stay at bay as she looked between the detective and her lawyer. “You want met to drop the charges and let him go free.”

“That is the last thing we want, Miss L/n,” her lawyer defended with a tired sigh, “but unfortunately with his claim of being intoxicated—.”

“He wasn’t,” she cut in harshly.

The attorney lifted his hand, “I believe you, but a jury or judge might look at it differently. He’s also claiming you consented and given there were no witnesses to come forward makes it difficult to prove what took place.”

“What took place?” She repeated with a scoff. “What took place was this man assaulted me—knowingly and willingly. He wasn’t drunk and I didn’t fucking consent. Did you not see the pictures, Mr. Bowman?” Y/n was referring to the photos taken of her when the cops arrived to her dorm. Before they took her to the hospital they needed a record of her external injuries—which the ones on her face were still healing as there was still a light bruise on her jaw. Despite wearing makeup to cover, the scar on her forehead was key evidence. “What kind of consensual sex results in that?”

“I understand you are frustrated,” Y/n let out an sarcastic laugh, “but if we go to trial we’ll lose. I’m trying to spare you that, Y/n. We’ve done everything we could.”

“No,” she spat, “I did everything I could. You are doing everything to get it over with fast.” It was true and all three knew that. The defense he hired was strong, given his family were rich so it gave him the advantage to let the law fall into his favor. It’s not surprising her team took whatever deal his team offered to get the charges dropped considering it had been several long weeks since the assault.

“Now that’s an unfair claim—.”

“What’s unfair, detective, is I was violated and now being told to drop the charges. He gets to fucking walk a free man while I have to live everyday with what happened to me without justice. How is that fair?” Y/n grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder. She gave them one last glare as she rose from her seat, “Drop the fucking charges for all I care—but understand this,” she pointed a finger, “It’s your fault this man is out and able to hurt someone else. When that happens, it’s on you—not me. We’re done here.”

Without letting either of them have the last word, Y/n spins on her heel and walks out the door with a slam of it behind her. It’s not till she had walked the several blocks to her new apartment that Y/n finally cried. She felt defeated and exhausted, but mostly angry.

Sadness and shame were out the door, she would not allow herself to feel that way. Only anger.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold.

And she was going to make sure that happened. The past few months Y/n had been at the gym everyday. She took up self defense classes, boxing, even brushing up on her gymnastics skills all while maintaining her internship with Dr. Otto Octavius and balancing school.

Her trainer didn’t have to ask what happened to her to know. The minute she saw Y/ns bruised face and reaction to being startled was enough for her to guess. The trainer made sure Y/n would not leave that gym without being able to defend herself.

It sure as hell paid off the day Y/n got hit on by a creep and broke his nose without a second thought. Now it was time to use what she learned to her gain, and take matters into her own hands.

Wiping away the tears at the sound of her phone ringing, Y/n cleared her voice before answering. “Hello?”

“Y/n?” It was Harry on the other line.

“Hi Harry,” she hoped she didn’t sound like she had been crying. “what’s up?”

“Well for starters I wanted to check in on you. It’s been months and dad told me you had been in an accident in like May or June.” Y/n bit her lip at his words, trying to think of what to say.

“Yeah-yeah I was. But it’s all good now,” that was far from the truth.

“You okay?”

“I’m doing fine now just a few bruises here and there.” Big lie. Physical scars might heal but never would the mental ones. “Thanks for calling—I appreciate it.”

“Anytime.”

“How’s things with you?” She changed the subject before he could ask for more details. “Congratulations on graduation by the way, I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner.”

“It’s all good and thank you. Everything’s same ole—dad focusing more on his work than me,” he ignored Y/ns sound of disapproval. “I’ve seen him less and less—even in passing the past couple days.”

“I’m sure he’s busy, Harry. Norman is all about perfection when it comes to his work.”

“Yeah whatever. But I did ask out that girl—Mary Jane—you know the one I almost got in trouble for talking to.”

“Ahhh the redhead,” she mused, masking the feeling of unimpressed she felt. “I thought from my observations she was going out with that jerk, Flash.”

“Yeah she dumped him that day.” Harry sounded a little smug, “—anyway I was calling to ask if you were still coming to the World Unity Festival—Oscorp is sponsoring it as you know.”

Y/n cursed at herself for forgetting the big event. It was the last thing on her mind with everything happening. “Oh right, when is it again?”

“Tomorrow,” she cursed again, dropping the receiver to her side briefly before bringing it back up. “—if you’re can’t to it’s alright—.”

“No I’ll be there. I just have to cancel a few things, but it’s no biggie.” They talked for a few more minutes with Y/n promising Harry she would be at the festival. After saying goodbye, Y/n paced around her apartment. Her thoughts were all over the place, wondering how she was supposed to socialize with so many people after being isolated in the months following the attack. The only people she came in regular contact with were her trainer, professors, and Dr. Octavius.

She would have to put on a façade. Attending the World Unity Day festival was the last on her mind, but she made a promise to Harry.

‘Maybe it will be good,’ she thought to herself. Taking her mind of things would ease some of the suffering she was mentally enduring. ‘Or I’ll go for the first hour and make up an excuse to leave.’

Either plan seemed good in her books.

Y/n made a few calls which included rescheduling her morning session with her trainer and afternoon therapy appointment. She didn’t have to call Dr. Octavius because he would also be attending the festival and already gave all his interns the day off. Luckily Y/n wouldn’t have class so her entire day would be free.

Which the young woman was looking very forward too now that she had things to plan. Maybe she will leave the festival early—eager to get started on her plan.

Popping back the pills prescribed bed to her and washing it down with water, Y/n ate some random leftovers before heading to the campus library to spend the rest of her day reading up on some information regarding how to get away with the perfect murder.

The next morning Y/n found herself looking over the balcony of the Osborn penthouse above Time Square. World Unity Day was in full effect with floats and balloons covering the skies while people filled the streets from end to end. Y/n was nursing a mimosa she stole from one of the trays before anyone could stop her, the wind brushing through her hair and blazer.

As her eyes casted down to the crowd below, Y/n felt herself daze out. The people became blurry and her mind drifted elsewhere. It felt like flashes—the images coming as fast as they came. She tried not to think about it, but it consumed her like a hurricane. Y/n had been so lost in her mind she hadn’t felt a presence approaching behind her so when a hand landed on her shoulder, Y/n let out a loud gasp—the glass shattering as it fell from her hand and onto the floor.

“Woah-woah,” she heard Harrys voice when she stepped away abruptly to turn around, hand coming to her chest. “Sorry, Y/n—I-I didn’t mean to scare you.” There was glass by her feet, yellow liquid from the drink pooling in a small puddle. “Here let me find someone to clean this.”

Harry whistled for one of the staff members who came with some towels and a broom. Y/n felt the embarrassment pool in her system, “I’m so sorry,” she apologized offering a tight smile, “I’ve been a little jumpy lately, it’s my fault I—.”

“No, no it’s okay. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.” Y/n then notices they weren’t alone. Mary Jane was standing a few paces away looking at them puzzled. Harry sees her gaze on his girlfriend and reaches out to the redhead, “Mary Jane, this is Y/n. You might remember her from the trip to Columbia science department—or quite frankly even Midtown.”

“Yeah I do,” Mary Jane smiled lightly, extending her hand out, “Hi, I’m Mary Jane Watson.” Y/n took her hand to shake it.

“Y/n L/n.” She noticed the redheads eyebrow lift.

“I thought your last name was Hardy?” MJ briefly glanced to Harry, “I remember you from school last year.”

Now this was a conversation Y/n was not in the mood to have. “Technically it’s L/n-Hardy. But I go by L/n now.” Y/n gave a cut nod as she relayed the info—the gesture indicating she would not explain any further. Mary Jane glanced at the ground, feeling slightly uncomfortable while Harry made a face while turning back to his friend.

“Probably should’ve mentioned that.”

“It’s fine, Harry. I wouldn’t have thought to bring it up either,” Y/n grabbed a glass of water from the table before returning to them. She took a sip before saying, “At least the weather held up for today, not to mention the great turn out,” while gesturing to the crowd.

Harry nodded, somewhat pleased, “Yeah sure did. You staying the whole day?” Y/n immediately shook her head, turning back to him.

“No, unfortunately I should get going soon. I have some things to get done.” She gave a small smile though it was fake—she was actually looking forward to bailing out of this event. “I just wanted to stop by and see you before I left. Also to say hi to Norman,” Y/n let her gaze wonder around the balcony, even peeking inside the home, “—speaking of, where is your dad?”

The question made Harry frown. He hadn’t seen his father at all since the festival started. He excused himself saying, “I’ll ask and see where he’s at. Probably got busy doing something and is just running late.” Y/n gave Harry a sympathetic look as he and MJ walked away.

Alone again, Y/n chugged the water in her hand and moved to the side so she was away from everyone. She debated on when to make her escape when movement in the sky caught her attention.

And to her surprise, it wasn’t a loose balloon.

Y/n couldn’t get a clear look, stepping forward a bit so she was leaning on the railing of the concrete balcony. “What the,” she muttered under her breath while bringing a hand up to shield her face from the sun. It was when the approaching figure got closer she realized it was a person in a metallic green suit—with a very weird mask shielding its face.

The music bellow had seized, everyone’s gaze drawn to the sky. Harry and Mj had stepped more in closer to Y/n looking just as confused as everyone else. “Do you know what that is?” Y/n asked Harry, worry painting her face when he shakes his head.

“That’s our glider!” One of the Oscorp representatives shouted. Below the crowd began cheering with applause—not thinking anything of the masked individual flying past the balcony.

“What the hell was that?” Harry questioned. The glider went around the tower before circling back to where they stood. The air shifted, everyone become concerned and Y/n stepped away from the railing with everyone else. She flinched when Harry grabbed her arm to help her back. He gave her an apologetic look again, but it was gone once they heard a menacing laugh from the flying assailant.

A laugh one would expect the Joker to have. It sent chills up Y/ns arm and her eyes landed on something orange in its hand.

No one had time to react when the entire building went up in flames as the green man released the orange ball underneath the balcony. Explosions erupted around them, Mary Janes loud scream filling Y/ns ears when the concrete crumbled around them. Another rumble had the ground beneath MJs feet cave, making her trip into Y/n and the two falling to the part of the balcony barely hanging onto the rest.

“Ah!” Y/n groaned as her head made impact with side. She then cursed when it was in the same spot as where her stitches had heeled making the would reopen. Blood started to cascade down her face, nearly covering the vision in her one eye.

“Oh my God! Harry!” MJ screamed, her hand grabbing Y/ns arm to keep stable.

“MJ! Y/n!”

The balcony continued to rumble, Y/ns heart pounding out of her chest as she thought of what to do. She could try to get them up and jump across, but it was moving so fast she feared they would cause it to cave even more. MJ kept screaming and Y/n was starting to get tired of it, not to mention her arm was beginning to feel sore with how hard the redhead was gripping it.

“Shit!” She yelled when the section they were on began to detach. The manic laughter filled her ears once more, her head turning to see the green man had returned with another bomb. This particular literally disintegrated the flesh off several Oscorp representatives. “Oh my God.”

Harry attempted to get closer to the girls. “Mary Jane! Y/n—!” A slab of concrete fell on his head prompting the young man to fall limp .

“Harry!”

Y/ns heart skipped hearing the sound of the glider right behind her. When the two turned their heads, they were face to face with the man. Up close the mask was more freaky looking—resembling that of a goblin or elf. “Hello my dears.” Mary Jane let out the loudest of screams while Y/n was frozen to the core.

A shout from below had a flicker of hope cast over them. “It’s Spider-Man!!” In a flash the goblin man was thrown from the glider, falling on top of a tent before hitting the ground. The glider instead flew away and penetrated the large globe ballon. As it descended, a lone boy was standing in its path.

With Spider-Man now occupied saving the kid and dealing with the goblin fella, Y/n was left figuring out what to do. With each passing second, the slab the two were on was moments away from breaking off. If it did then the two were going to face quite the painful death.

Y/n looked at the side to her right—closest to where the remaining piece was attached. If she could get them to it carefully, then they could very well jump over the crack keeping the pieces together. When Mary Jane screamed out again, Y/n laced their fingers together yelling, “Stop screaming and follow my lead!” Of course it didn’t calm the redhead, but she at least gripped Y/ns hand tightly to keep them secured.

Y/n took her right hand that was free and gripped the open columns of the balcony piece they were leaning against to slowly inch them closer away from the edge. The pavement rumbled again, causing her hand to slip and fall back a few inches just as Spider-Man began hopping between the balloons to get them. When he was just inches away, he was flung away by the force of the goblin colliding with him.

Glass hit the two girls when Spider-Man was thrown into the window. Y/n closed her eyes, head turning away so no shards hit her. Once it felt like it was over she continued inching up while hanging onto MJ. While this was happening, Spider-Man was getting his ass handed to him—a grunt leaving him when he landed on the slab right above the two.

“Hold on!”

Y/n let out a sound of annoyance, “We’re trying Spider-Guy!”

“Watch out!” Mary Jane called out when the goblin appeared behind him. The vigilante shot a fluid like substance from his wrist, making Y/n raise her brows in surprise “Is that stuff coming out of you?!” She hadn’t heard much about the crime fighter everyone was talking about—so to see something like that was shocking.

The two girls shrieked again when the slab moved again, Y/n cursing because it kept them farther from safety each time. When she looked up, she saw Spider-Man reach his hand up to remove a piece of the goblins glider causing it to malfunction. “We’ll meet again, Spider-Man!!” He shouted as he flew away.

The relief Y/n felt was gone in a split second when the concrete rumbled once more—only this time, Mary Janes grip slipped from her. The concrete behind the redhead broke, and the redhead was falling through the air. Fear erupted in Y/n—especially when Spider-Man didn’t hesitate to dive downward toward Mary Jane leaving her on her own. There was no time to wait, and without Mary Jane holding onto her Y/n had to act fast.

Throwing herself up, Y/n leaped across the cracks keeping the concrete together—rolling a few times until she was safely away. Her head was killing her—the result of hitting it on the hard material when Mary Jane fell into her at the start of the chaos. As she lifted her head from the ground, Y/ns gaze caught Spider-Man swinging in the air with Mary Jane in his arms—having successfully saved her from death.

“My hero,” she sarcastically said under her breath while the crowd below cheered. Part of her was angry he didn’t at least try to help her in some way, but then again she couldn’t blame him. MJ was falling and luckily Y/n managed to move quick before she could end up the same.

Pulling herself up and brushing off the dust on her blazer and pants, Y/n ran over to her unconscious friend. “Harry!” She knelled down and pushed him to lay on his back. Her hand came up to pat his cheek, sighing in relief when his eyes bagan to flutter. “C’mon sleeping beauty, wake up.”

Harry groaned, “Wh-what?” His vision was blurry but when he it cleared he sat up quickly causing him to groan again by the dizziness.

“Careful you could have a conclusion.”

“Wha-what happened? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly before glancing around, “Where’s Mary Jane!”

“The spider dude saved her,” Y/n explained, “Her hand slipped from mine when the concrete shocked and fell. He caught her before swinging away.” She noticed the way Harry frowned, and quickly said, “I’m sure she’s fine. Look we need to get inside this balcony is not stable—and we need to see a medic.” Her own head was pounding, most likely concussed as well.

Harry nodded, standing up and the two held onto each other against the shaky ground until they were safely inside. Everyone had scattered and were making their way to the streets so they got in the elevator and found the first EMT they could once they were outside.

The two were immediately hauled into a ambulance despite Harrys protests at going to a hospital. Y/ns head was being bandaged to stop the blood after mentioning to the EMT she had stitches removed from the same area. ‘I should’ve stayed home,’ she thought.

Harry continued to argue with the EMT taking his blood pressure, “I’m fine, okay!” He stood up when they were finished, “I don’t need to go to the hospital—I-I need to make sure my girlfriend is safe and find out where my dad is!”

Y/n had enough, her head killing pounding more with the noise. “Harry sit your ass down and shut up! If I have to go so do you!”

“Y/n—.”

“I’m not saying it again,” she turned to the medic by the ambulance doors, “Please let’s go before he tries to jump out.” The man nodded, closing the door so only one EMT remained who was setting up an IV on Y/n. She didn’t even flinch when the needle pricked her skin, ignoring the glare Harry was giving her. “Brood all you want, Osborn. My head is killing me—and yours probably is to, so let the professionals do their job and you can call your dad and boo when we get to the hospital.”

The teen didn’t argue further, sitting down with a pout as the EMT moved over to him to start an IV. For the remainder of the ride Y/n let her eyes flutter close while silence filled the area save for the sirens of the vehicle. When they arrived to hospital, the EMT kindly helped her out—Y/n thanking them, before escorting the two to the emergency room.

Nurses swarmed them, separating Y/n and Harry into rooms before running vitals and tests. The both had to undergo a CT scan to check if there was any major trauma to their brain and skull. When the doctor arrived to Y/ns room, she let out a sound of relief that it was the same doctor from months prior.

“Hello again, Miss. L/n,” Dr. Davis greeted with a warm smile.

“Please doc, I think we know each other well enough for you to call me Y/n.”

The older man chuckled, taking a seat on the stool beside the bed. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here so soon. Before we get into why you’re here, let me start by asking how you’re doing?”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she sighed, “but someone decided to crash the World Unity festival in a not so nice fashion. Other than this,” she pointed to the bandage on her head, “I’m doing alright—still coping.” Her shoulders went up and down in a shrug, “taking it day-by-day I guess.”

“Understandable. You’ve been through a lot—no need to rush recovery. You go at your own pace and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“I appreciate that, doc,” Y/n smiled gently, her gaze flickering to her hands briefly. “So what’s the verdict?” She watched him set the file down on the stand by the monitor.

“Well you’re vital sighs look relatively good. They were a little high when you were being transported, but that’s normal given you had just went though a traumatic experience. The recent ones are lower and in normal range. But you do have a mild concussion. How’s you’re headache by the way?”

“Better honestly. Definitely not as bad as when we left.”

“Good. You didn’t vomit or feel nausea which is also good and the CT scan confirmed there was no fracture to the skull or bleed to the brain.” Y/n let out a sigh of relief as he rose from the stool to remove some supplies from the drawers. “Unfortunately, you’re gonna need a couple stitches again.”

“Damn,” she snapped her fingers. “—was hoping to avoid that.” That made him chuckle again.

“Sorry, dear, but it was a deep enough cut and in the same part where that skin was heeling. Fortunately though, you may not have to have them in long.”

“Well let’s get it over with.” The entire time Dr. Davis stitched up her wound, the two made small talk which was the most Y/n had since being released from the hospital. She only talked with her trainer briefly during sessions—focusing more on the tasks they did rather than get into conversations. Dr. Davis reminded Y/n of her dad, which made it so easy for her to talk to him. She was thankful he didn’t bring up the assault or the legal proceedings and instead asked her about school and work.

It was like a breath of fresh air. Plus it distracted her from the pain.

When he was done with the final stitch, he placed a clean bandage and instructed her to take some ibuprofen for the headache and to drink plenty of liquids. “Thanks, doc,” she said when he gave her a pill to take with some water. Dr. Davis then scheduled her follow up and would determine then if the stitches were ready to be removed or if they needed to be in longer.

He walked her to the lobby where Y/n saw Harry sitting in one of the chairs with an ice pack to his head. Harry lifted his head at the sound of footsteps approaching, standing up when he saw Y/n walking toward him. The older man then turned to her one last time saying, “Take care of yourself, Y/n.”

Y/n gave a close lipped smile, nodding as she replied, “Thank you, Dr. Davis. I will.” He gestured to the check out desk where she approached the nurse and filled out the last remaining paper work before heading towards Harry. “What’s the case for you?”

“Mild concussion.”

She smirked, “same.” He rolled his eyes, removing the pack from his face where she saw the bruise starting to form. “Yikes,” she winced.

“Yeah-yeah,” he muttered, “not my best look.” Y/n scoffed, pointing to her own head.

“Me either buddy. Now let’s get the hell out of here. Today wouldn’t be the first time someone rained on my parade—get it?”

“You know you’re jokes have the worst timing?”

She frowned, nudging their shoulders as they approached the exit doors. “At least I’m still able to.” Honesty if she didn’t Y/n would lose her mind. Shedding some kind of light on otherwise dark times is what’s keeping her at peace.

But after the past couple days, that needle was hanging on it’s last thread.

There was a ticking time bomb pending an explosion. And the bomb was her.

The explosion? Only time would tell.

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