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The Crossroads

That Which Binds You XI

Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader

A/N: Pretty please reblog and give feedback if you enjoy! I really wanna hear what people think is gonna happen after this chapter... love you guys xx

Warnings: Canon typical violence, kidnapping

Summary: You had fun with Peter last night, but now you have to remember who you really are

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There was a momentary shock when you woke up and realized you weren’t in your own bed, but the events of the night prior came rushing bad to remind you where you were. You found yourself tucked against Peter’s chest with one of your arms slung over his bare torso. Both of his arms were wrapped around you and your legs were all tangled together. It was comforting and intimate, you would have stayed there all day if you could.

Peter noticed you beginning to stir and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, “Good morning,” his voice was raspy and tired, he obviously hadn’t been awake for long.

“‘Morning,” you yawned and rubbed your eyes, “What time is it?”

One of his arms left you to reach for his phone, “11.”

“Heather,” you groaned and rolled onto your back, “I didn’t text her, I hope she’s not freaking out.”

“I texted MJ and let her know we were leaving,” he assured, “Happy picked her and Heather up a little bit after we left.”

“Thank you,” you were still struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Do you want some water or something?” he traced over your side while he spoke, “I could make us some food.”

“That sounds great actually, I’m starving,” you nodded, “Could I borrow some clothes too?”

“Of course, I’ve got shirts and stuff in the top drawer of my dresser,” he kissed your cheek before he crawled out of bed, “I’ll be back in just a few.”

You watched him pull some sweats on and try to tame his messy hair, “Peter?”

“Yeah?” he blushed when you called his name.

“Do you think you could get some Advil or something too? I’m a little sore.”

A smirk came to his lips as he nodded, “Yeah, I’ll bring some up.”

Your head was spinning when you pushed yourself out of his bed. His words from the night before were ringing in your mind. ‘I love you’ echoed over and over again. You could try to convince yourself he hadn’t meant it, but you knew that wasn’t true. He’d gone out of his way to say it, to make sure you knew this wasn’t a one night stand to him. It wasn’t to you either, at least you didn’t want it to be, but there was no way for you to be involved with him safely.

You felt like crying as you pulled one of his white t-shirts over your head, but you buried your feelings so he wouldn’t walk in and find you in tears. You had no idea what you were going to do or what you were going to say. You didn’t want to make him think you regretted it because of course you didn’t. There was just no way you could let anything continue between you two. You took a deep breath and rubbed your eyes, deciding it would be best for you to grab your clothes and sort out your feelings once you got home.

The first thing you spotted were your underwear, laying on the ground beside his desk. While pulling them on you noticed the painting you’d done of him was sitting on top of the desk, leaning back against the wall. It made you smile to see it there, it obviously meant something to him. Your eyes panned downwards, scanning over what appeared to be homework until a manilla folder caught your eye.

The word ‘Blackcat’ was written over the label. Your heart rate skyrocketed and you quickly opened the folder. On top was a picture of you in your suit, a full body shot taken from inside of Tony’s office. You held your breath as you flipped through the folder, there were countless reports, documenting all your activity since you’d arrived in New York. There were a handful of pictures, all of you in your suit. Nothing in the folder even hinted at your real identity, but you found something much more concerning than that. A handwritten note at the bottom of a report that detailed your latest encounter with Spiderman.

I traced the nightclub back to Fisk

It was the handwriting that actually concerned you, it matched the other work scattered over Peter’s desk perfectly. At the very least he was helping them try to find you, and at the worst he was directly involved with the investigation.

Of course it made sense, he was Tony Stark’s son, why wouldn’t he be a superhero? And they were about the same size, they had similar voices too. The more you started to think about it the more it made sense. You slammed the folder shut and backed away from the desk quickly.

You refused to think about it, or even to accept it as a possibility. You chalked it up to coincidence and scrambled to gather the rest of your things from Peter’s floor. If Peter were Spiderman you would have realized it by now, and he probably would have realized that you were Blackcat too. You were sure he was just working with Spiderman and nothing more.

“(y/n)?” Peter knocked at the door, “I’ve got some Advil for you.”

You took a deep breath and opened his door, flashing him the best smile you could, “Do you always knock at your own door?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were dressed,” he offered you two pills and a glass of water, “Breakfast is almost done, I just made some eggs and toast, I hope that’s okay.”

“That sounds great,” you downed the pills and sighed, “I uh, I hope it doesn’t seem rude, but I’ve got to get back home pretty soon. I’ve got an essay due tonight and I’ve been putting it off all week.”

“It’s no problem, I can drop you off whenever you need,” he assured.

“Thanks,” you were relieved that he didn’t seem to be suspicious or upset that you wanted to duck out, “I guess we should go eat right?”

“Yeah, I could throw on some coffee or something too,” he took one of your hands in his and traced the back of it with his thumb, “I think I have some tea too.”

“Tea would be great,” you squeezed his hand and followed him down the stairs. You could deal with the Spiderman problem later, for now you were going to enjoy your morning with Peter.

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Concern started to set in again after Peter dropped you off at the dorm. Being away from him made it a lot easier to think clearly. You knew that you weren’t going to feel better until you confirmed that it wasn’t him. You needed to know that he wasn’t Spiderman, and you needed to know that you didn't have to hurt him.

When you arrived at your dorm you pushed open your door, only to be met with a squeal and a thud. Heather was on the ground and MJ in her bed, both of them staring at you like they’d just seen a ghost. They were both fully clothed, but you had a feeling something fishy had been going on.

“Oh hey guys,” you smirked, “Am I interrupting something?”

“N-No,” MJ stuttered, “We were just talking.”

Heather rolled her eyes and smirked playfully, “And where were you last night (y/n)? I bet I know whose t-shirt that is.”

“It’s your dad’s,” you bit back, “Don’t let me ruin your fun, I’m just here to shower and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Oh let me guess, Peter’s waiting downstairs to take you to some fancy brunch?” Heather grinned.

“No, I’m going to the library to work on an essay,” you explained, “I’ll be there most of the day.”

“You should bring my umbrella if you plan on walking,” MJ advised, “It’s supposed to get really stormy today.”

“I’ll bring a jacket,” you assured her, “I don’t want to steal your umbrella from you.”

“I don’t mind, I’m not planning on going anywhere anyway,” she smiled.

“Spending the day in bed, I get it,” you winked, slamming the bathroom door shut behind you.

You got ready as quickly as you could, leaving the pair alone again while you anxiously paced to the library. You got straight to work once there, starting with some simple google searches to see if you could find any pictures of Peter and Spiderman together. While you did manage to find pictures of Peter and almost every other Avenger, there was none of him and Spiderman. So you moved on to some more in depth research.

The Daily Bugle had written countless articles on Spiderman, thoroughly documenting pretty much everything he’d ever done. You dug through their archives, making a list of the dates and locations of as many Spiderman appearances as you could find. Then you started to cross reference them with the dates and locations of various public appearances and major events Peter had attended. The hope was that you’d find some contradicting dates, that Peter would be at a gala or something at the same time Spiderman was stopping a burglary, but nothing came up.

For the third phase of research you moved on to Peter’s Instagram, starting with some vacation photo dumps he’d posted. The idea was that if you found a date where Peter was out of town while Spiderman was active in New York you’d have proof that they weren’t the same person. Finally you thought you’d come across the evidence that you needed when you found some photos of Peter and his friends in London. You were sure you recognized the date and began digging through your list of Spiderman appearances.

The day after the photos were posted on Peter’s Instragram Spiderman had taken on Rhino, right in the middle of London. Meaning the only piece of evidence you'd found all day supported the idea that Peter was Spiderman. You groaned, your head falling into your hands while you tried to think of some other way to prove it wasn’t true. There wasn’t much more you could do research wise, and even if there had been the library would be closing in the next hour. You’d wasted all day researching only to come up with more evidence that Peter was Spiderman. Research had gotten you nowhere, so you decided it was time for a more hands on approach..

If Peter was Spiderman then there was bound to be some evidence of that in his home, most likely in his bedroom. He’d have one of his suits lying around or some piece of something that proved, without a doubt, he was Spiderman. If you found nothing there it’d prove he was innocent.

You punched Peter’s number into your phone and leaned back in your chair. He picked up on the third ring.

“Hey,” he seemed happy to be hearing from you, “How’s that essay going?”

“It’s kicking my ass,” you sighed, “What are you up to right now?”

“Well I promised I’d take Morgan to go see the new Paw Patrol movie,” you could hear him shuffling around on the other end, “B-But I’m free after that if you wanna do something.”

It was great news, he’d be out of the house for a few hours at least.

“Okay, if I’m done with my essay by then maybe we can grab dinner or something.”

“That would be great. I’ll text you when I get back home alright?”

“Sounds good, have fun.”

“Yeah, good luck.”

You shoved your phone into your pocket and scrambled to pack up your things before sprinting out the door. You were glad MJ had recommended the umbrella because the weather had gone completely sour while you were tucked away in the library. The sky was nearly black and it was raining so hard that the water stung whenever it hit your skin. The wind nipped at every bit of uncovered skin and threatened to rip the umbrella out of your hands at times. By the time you reached the dorms your bottom half was soaked and you were shivering violently.

“You were right, it’s like a fucking hurricane out there,” you pushed open your front door, expecting to find MJ on her bed, but the room was empty and all the lights were off.

MJ had texted you about an hour prior to ask if you wanted her to pick up dinner for you. You’d figured she’d be back already but with how stormy it was you figured she’d probably just decided to eat there instead. You tried to call and check, but she didn’t answer, so you left her umbrella on her bed and grabbed your suit.

It was even windier on the roof and even though you changed quickly you were still completely drenched by the time you managed to pull your suit on. You could hardly see the whole way to Peter’s home, and you were sure you were on the verge of freezing to death when you finally reached his bedroom window. He had made the break in easy too, his bedroom window was unlocked and he didn’t seem to have any sort of security system. It seemed a little reckless given his status, you made a note to bring it up with him later.

You started at his desk, tearing through the drawers and paper work on top of it. The only strange thing you found was a couple of Lego figurines in one of the desk drawers, other than that it was all office supplies and school work. The next place you searched was his dresser, which held nothing but clothes. The only thing you found under his bed was dust and an old pair of shoes. You searched every inch of the room top to bottom and found absolutely nothing. In fact it was probably the least suspicious room you’d ever broken into, until you reached the closet.

Peter had a huge walk-in closet, and it seemed to be where he held his nicer clothing. It was filled with designer items and luxury suits. There were shelves lined with wallets and watches and a whole section of the wall filled with dress shoes. But something else had caught your eye. On the very back wall there was a large mirror, in the small separation between it and the ground you could see just the faintest hint of blue light. You placed your hand against the small gap and sure enough there was cold air flooding in, confirming that there was something behind it.

A hidden room was suspicious, but you couldn’t be sure of anything until you got inside. He was still a Stark after all, he could just have a secret workspace or something else he needed to keep hidden. Plus it was an old house, plenty of old houses had strange hidden rooms and secret storage places.

You began looking for a way into the room, first by attempting to pry the mirror away from the wall. When that didn’t work you began searching for hidden buttons along the walls and the bottoms of shelves. Finally you found something, tucked behind a row of thousand dollar blazers there was a small keypad. It was flush against the wall and glowed with the same blue light that was peeking out from under the mirror. You had no idea what the code might be, so you punched in the only thing you could think of, Peter’s birthday.

Sure enough the mirror popped open and revealed a small room that reminded you of Tony’s lab. You didn’t even have to step inside to have your worst fears confirmed. Three different Spiderman suits lined the walls inside the small room. It was undeniable, you had to face it, Peter was Spiderman. You slammed the mirror door shut and ran.

The panic set in as soon as you left Peter’s room. You couldn’t believe you’d been so oblivious, of course Peter was Spiderman. The same Spiderman you’d been fighting for weeks, and the same Spiderman Fisk was expecting you to kill. Of course you’d never be able to kill Peter, you knew that, but Fisk had made it clear that your friends wouldn’t be safe if you didn’t. So you’d have to run, it was the only way for you to keep them safe.

You would run out of the state, out of the country if you had to. You would become someone else entirely. You’d get a new name, dye your hair, change everything about you, whatever it took to disappear. Everyone would be safe as long as (y/n) (l/n) was dead. Fisk would have no reason to go after them if he didn’t even know where you were.

You landed on the roof of the dorm and changed as quickly as you could. You were drenched and shivering, your mind scrambling to think of an excuse to tell MJ. You’d have to keep it short, grab your things quickly and tell her there was some sort of emergency. You were worried that you’d get emotional and she'd know something was wrong, but when you opened the door she wasn’t there. The lights were off and her umbrella was exactly where you’d left it earlier, MJ clearly hadn’t been home.

At first you didn’t think anything of it and just started packing your things. You shoved your suit and the gun Fisk had given you into the bottom of your old backpack and began piling your clothes on top. As you were scrambling to get together any cash you had you turned back to MJ’s empty bed. Something was nagging at your mind, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

She hadn’t texted or called since she’d asked you about dinner hours earlier. You tried to call her again, hoping to confirm that she was okay, but she didn’t answer. Since the first day you’d moved in MJ had been nothing but diligent about checking in with each other. She always wanted you to know where each other were. There was no way she’d run off somewhere without telling you, and there was no way you could leave town without making sure she was okay.

You called Heather, who let you know that she hadn’t talked to MJ since that morning. You almost texted Peter too, but the thought of talking to him made you nauseous so you decided you’d just look for her yourself instead. You searched every inch of Brittany hall and found nothing, so you decided to grab your bag and hit the streets.

It was still pouring and starting to grow dark, you couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of you. You decided the best place to start looking would be the Thai restaurant she’d gone to for dinner. It was just a few blocks from your dorm, and she ordered there frequently. You would have liked to believe that she’d just gotten lost on her way home, but it just wasn’t a plausible answer.

“Hi, welcome,” the hostess greeted you with a smile and a wave.

“Hi, sorry I’m just looking for my roommate,” you pulled up a picture to show her, “This is her. She would have been in a few hours ago, around 5:30 or so. She said she was coming here for dinner but she hasn’t been home since. If you know anything at all it’d be really helpful, I’m really worried about her.”

She squinted at your phone screen before nodding, “Yeah, she picked up a to-go order awhile ago. She just picked up her food and left though…”

“That’s okay,” you sighed in defeat, “Thank you for your help.”

“You could check with the bodega on the corner,” she pointed up the street, “They’ve got cameras that can see the whole block.”

“Thank you so much!”

“Yeah no problem, good luck!” she called after you as you ran out the door.

You ran up the street to the bodega and went straight to the counter, “Hi, um, this is kind of a strange request but my friend is missing, I wanted to know if I could check out your security cameras and see if they found anything?”

“Uh, no,” he shook his head, “We don’t have cameras.”

“Please, the hostess at the Thai restaurant said you did. I promise I’ll only need a minute.”

“No,” he deadpanned.

You sighed and started digging through your bag “Please,” you slammed a hundred dollar bill on the counter, “I really need to see that footage.”

He grinned and held the bill up to the light, “Right this way pretty lady, I’m happy to lend a hand.”

You rolled your eyes as he let you behind the counter. They had a small computer screen that showed ten different camera angles, the first half of which were street views.

“Here, you can rewind like this,” he pressed a button to demonstrate, “Be quick.”

“Thanks…” you trailed off as you began rewinding.

You stopped as soon as you spotted MJ on one of the cameras. The video simply showed her walking past the front of the building. A woman ran up just a moment after her, tapping MJ on the shoulder to grab her attention. They exchanged a few words and MJ started heading the opposite direction with her. You recognized the woman instantly, she was Fisk’s secretary.

“Fisk,” you gritted your teeth and stood back up, “Thank you so much,” you pulled the bodega employee into a quick hug, swiping his wallet from his back pocket as you pulled away.

“Uh yeah, no problem,” he patted your back awkwardly before you ran off.

“Douche,” you mumbled as you shoved the wallet into your bag. You punched in Fisk’s number and started running in the direction of Fisk Towers.

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d call kitten.”

“Where is she Fisk?” you snapped.

“Don’t be rude,” he scolded, “You’ve been messing around with your friends all week, I was worried you might have forgotten about your assignment.”

“I haven’t forgotten, I just need more time. I can’t do this overnight,” you tried to reason.

“Right well I wanted a little reassurance that you’ll hold up your end of the deal kitten, so I’m going to hold onto your friend until you’ve taken care of Spiderman,” he chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.”

“No, you give her back now or I’ll be coming after you instead,” you threatened.

“Oh I’m shaking in my boots,” he laughed heartily, “I promise she'll be perfectly safe as long as you get back to work. Just don’t get distracted again and we won’t have a problem.”

“I wanna see her,” you demanded, “I need to know that she’s okay.”

“If you insist on seeing her you can come Daze and we’ll have a little meeting,” he promised.

“Fine,” you frowned and hung up.

You ran into an alley to change, hid the gun in your suit, and rushed over to the financial district. You stashed your bag on a rooftop near the Holland Tunnel so you’d be able to leave the city as soon as you got MJ out of there. All you needed to do was get her away from Fisk and drop her off at Stark Tower where she’d be safe. Fisk would have no reason to go after her again once you’d disappeared.

You pried open one of the skylights on Daze’s roof and entered through there, leaving it open so you could flee without any delays. Inside of the club things were bustling. Fisk was seated at the bar, sipping a martini and making small talk with the bartender. He had his grunts spread out all over the room, seated at different tables and gossiping in small groups. You counted fifteen of them excluding Fisk and the bartender. Everyone’s eyes were on you as soon as you landed inside the building.

“Where is she?”

“Ah, there you are kitten,” Fisk ignored your question, “That was quick.”

“Is she here or not Fisk? Because if no-”

“Relax,” he cut you off and turned to the bartender, “Go fetch the girl for me.”

She nodded and disappeared into the back. Just a moment later she returned with MJ. MJ had a bag over her head and her hands were bound behind her back. Fisk stalked over to her and pulled the bag off her head.

“You see kitten? Not a scratch on her,” he grinned, “I promise I won’t lay a hand on her as long as you hold up your end of the bargain.”

“MJ…” you trailed off, your chest swirled with anxiety and guilt.

“(y/n) you need to get out of here,” she warned, “Just go get Peter, I’ll be okay.”

“I’m so sorry MJ,” you apologized, “I promise I’ll get you out of here.”

“Isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever heard?” Fisk burst into laughter, “It almost brings a tear to my eye. You know if you deal with our spider problem quickly you can have her back by the end of the night.”

You pursed your lips and shook your head, “I won’t do it.”

His face contorted in anger, “What did you just say to me?”

“I won’t do it,” you repeated, “I’m not going to kill Spiderman, and I’m not leaving her here either.”

“Oh that’s cute sweetheart, you really have forgotten who you’re working for haven’t you? I saved you, you owe me everything!” he shouted, his face scrunching to a scowl, “You are the most ungrateful little bitch I’ve ever met!” he began stomping towards you, “Do I need to remind you what happens when you don’t do what you're told?!"

One of his hands extended towards you, reaching for your throat again. You pulled the gun without a thought and pointed it right at his head. He froze where he was and gritted his teeth angrily.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled.

“Back up,” you ordered, pointing the gun at his head.

He raised his hands and took a few steps backwards, “Will one of you idiots grab her?!” he barked at his men, “And get the girl out of here!”

You dove for MJ but were yanked back by one of Fisk’s men. He threw you onto the ground and tried to pin you under his foot. You grabbed his ankle and swept his other leg out from under him. He fell to his back and you jumped to your feet. Another man tried to grab you when you ran for MJ again, you swung the gun into the side of his head and knocked him to the floor. Fisk’s massive hand clamped down around your arm and he ripped the pistol out of your hand. He threw you over the bartop and you crashed into the wall of liquor behind it. A piece of glass sliced through your cheek when you hit the ground.

“(y/n)!” MJ shouted across the club while you pushed yourself back up.

Two of Fisk’s men were dragging her backwards towards the door they’d brought her out of. She struggled against them, her eyes locked on yours, “Get out of here! I’ll be okay!”

“I’m not leaving you here!” you snapped back at her.

“How sweet is that?” Fisk laughed, took a fistful of your hair and yanked you into the air, “Maybe I should let her watch while I smear your brains across the floor!”

You cried and reached up for your hair instinctively. He continued laughing as you kicked at his chest to try and break away from him.

“Get off of me!” you thrashed around and clawed at his face.

Suddenly he dropped you and stumbled backwards. He slammed his hand down over his eye, “You little bitch!” he barked.

You dove over the bar and ran towards MJ. They shoved her through the same door she’d been dragged out of and two men moved in front of it to stop you from coming in. Another swung a chair at you, which you barely managed to duck underneath. You kneed him in the groin and threw him onto his stomach. The others were starting to circle around you and you realized how outnumbered you truly were. Even if you could take them all out MJ would be gone by the time you did, and you’d still have to deal with Fisk.

You weren’t going to be able to save her, no matter how badly you wanted to. Of course you weren’t, you weren’t a superhero, you were just some girl. The only thing you could do was get someone more qualified to come clean up your mess. The only way you could help her was by getting out of there.

If Fisk captured you then there would be no reason to keep her around, she’d end up in a ditch before the night was over. As long as you were out of his reach he’d still need her and he’d keep her safe because of it. You had to do what was best for her, you had to run, even though you wanted to stay and fight. You just weren’t qualified to save people. So instead of fighting you shot a grappling hook into the ceiling and ran.

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Absolution

That Which Binds You XII

Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader

A/N: As always I’d really appreciate any feedback or reblogs a lot, they really help me out. My askbox is always open if you wanna chat, love you so much xx

Warnings: General angst

Summary: MJ is missing and you’re rescue mission was a failure, now there’s only one person you can go to for help

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You began stripping your suit as soon as you landed on the roof where you’d left your bag. Fisk was going to have people looking for you and you knew you’d be a lot harder to spot out of your suit. Your backpack was completely soaked and so were the clothes inside. One t-shirt at the bottom of the bag was relatively dry, but by the time you wrestled yourself into your wet leggings it had become totally soaked.

You slid down the fire escape after changing and ran to the sidewalk. You kept your head down while you weaved through the crowd, trying to find somewhere where you’d be able to sit down and formulate a plan. Somehow you had to get the message to Peter and get out of the city without being spotted. Calling him wasn’t an option, you’d left your phone on the roof so you couldn’t be tracked. Telling him face to face wasn’t an option either because you were far too scared to look him in the eyes. All you wanted to do was lay down and cry, but you knew that was a luxury you wouldn’t be afforded for a long time.

The Avengers tower suddenly erupted from the ground in front of you, taunting you with its promise of protection. You stopped to examine it, wondering if they had some sort of anonymous tip line where you could drop the message off. If you could do it over again you would have gone there as soon as you figured out Fisk had MJ. Peter would have been able to swoop in and save her without any trouble, and you’d already be in another state.

Your heart clenched at the sudden realization that you’d already seen Peter for the last time. The last thing you’d said to him face to face was a simple goodbye, and the last thing he’d ever hear from you was that you got his best friend kidnapped. There wouldn’t be any heartfelt goodbye or big romantic kiss, you’d just disappear. Your throat started to burn and your eyes grew glossy, you wished you would have said something when he told you he loved you the night before.

The previous night had been so perfect, you should have spent more time savoring it. You would have given anything to do it one more time, to have one more night curled up against Peter’s chest, tucked away in his nice, warm bed. If you’d talked to him in the beginning you might have been able to. Maybe he really could have saved you, and maybe then you could have been happy with him. Instead you’d let your own stubbornness and fear get the best of you, and you couldn’t stand the thought of doing that again.

Whether you liked it or not you were going to look Peter in the eyes and tell him what you’d done. He deserved to hear it from you, and he deserved the chance to tell you exactly how much your actions disgusted him. It was going to hurt, and it was going to break your heart, but it was the right thing to do. If you were going to disappear then he at least deserved to know why, and you deserved to remember the way he looked at you when he told you he hated you for the rest of your life.

You paced through the streets towards his house, doing your best to ignore the storm pouring down around you. By the time you reached his doorstep you were totally drenched, and you imagined you must have looked pretty pathetic shuffling through the storm on the verge of tears. The buzzer beside his door taunted you, daring you to press down on it and finally face him.

“Hi, it’s (y/n), I-I’m sorry it’s so late,” you stuttered as you finally pressed down on the button, “I-I don’t know if Peter’s home, but I really need to see him.”

“I’m here,” Peter responded right away, “I’ll be right down.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself in a petty attempt to stay warm. Peter opened the door, his eyes went wide at the sight of you. Any resolution you had about doing the right thing melted away the second you locked eyes with him. You would have ran if he didn’t pull you into the house.

“What’s going on?” he grabbed your bare, shivering arms, “It’s pouring outside. Why don’t you have a jacket?”

“I don’t know,” you barely had it in you to mutter out a reply.

“Why don’t you come sit down?” he tried to usher you deeper into the house, “I can get you some dry clothes, and a warm drink or something.”

“I can’t,” you shook your head, “I have to leave.”

“Leave? You just got here,” he knit his brows in confusion, “Look why don’t you just come sit and relax for a second and then I can drive you home.”

“No, I-I have to leave New York,” you clarified, “I just came because… because… I-I don’t know, I guess I just needed to see you again.”

He moved between you and the door when you turned to leave, “You’re not going anywhere like this, it’s not safe,” his frown deepened, “Whatever’s going on I’m sure I can help. Let’s go sit down, I can get you some dry clothes and you can tell me what happened.”

Everything crumbled and you started to bawl. Peter was just so kind, always trying to look out for you, always trying to help. It made you sick, you thought you might throw up as he pulled you into his chest. He held you tight and smoothed a hand over your hair, doing his best to try and soothe you.

“It’s alright,” he assured, “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

You shook your head, “I did something bad Peter,” you confessed, “Really bad.”

“It’s alright,” he repeated, refusing to let you move away from him, “Whatever it is, I promise we can take care of it. Just tell me what happened.”

“MJ,” your voice cracked when you said her name, “It’s all my fault, I’m so sorry.”

“Did you guys have a fight or something?” he kissed your head, “I can definitely help with that.”

You couldn’t spit it out, the words refused to leave your mouth. You pushed him away from you and tore open your bag. He stood back and watched, waiting for you to dig out whatever you were looking for. You gripped your suit with trembling hands and threw it onto the ground. Looking at it made you sick. Peter just stared at it, his lips drawn to a fine line.

When he finally spoke all he said was, “I know.”

You were in disbelief, “You know?”

“I mean I wasn’t totally sure until now, but I was starting to piece it together.”

“Well…” you stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to make a move.

“Well what?” he knit his brows.

“Well your Spiderman!” you sobbed, “Arrest me! Do something! Don’t just stare at me!”

“(y/n) I would never…” he took a few steps to try and close the distance between you, “I love you, and you being Blackcat doesn’t change that. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

You shook your head and stepped backwards, “No, you don’t know that. I-” you swallowed the sobs that tried to escape your throat, “Fisk has MJ,” you finally blurted out, “It’s my fault. I tried to save her but I couldn’t, s-so you have to okay? I just came to tell you that.”

His eyes went wide and his whole face filled with worry, “Fisk has MJ? Right now?”

“Yeah, they were at Daze but he’s moving her. I-I don’t know where, but I can give you some addresses.”

“(y/n) I’m gonna need more details than just Fisk has MJ okay?” he grabbed your shoulders, “Will you please come sit down and just explain what happened?”

You shook your head, “No, I have to leave. Fisk has people looking for me, I need to get out of New York.”

“You’re not leaving,” he said sternly, “Look, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get MJ home safely, but if you leave I… Well I don’t care if I have to spend the rest of my life looking for you, I love you too much to just let you go.”

You whimpered, your voice sounded more broken and weak than it ever had before, “Peter I- You can’t love me, I got your best friend kidnapped.”

“Unless you handed her to Fisk yourself then no you didn’t,” he set a hand over your uninjured cheek and wiped away some of your tears, “(y/n) I love you, and I need you to trust me when I say that. I promise I would never let Fisk, or anyone else, hurt you.”

“I…” you sniffled and pressed your forehead into his chest, “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“Well that’s my decision to make, not yours,” his arms slipped around you again, they made you feel warm and safe. You finally felt like you could breathe again, “Besides, you leaving would hurt way worse than anything Fisk could do.”

He held you silently for a while, letting you sob against his chest while you tried to calm down. Finally you started to realize how exhausted you were. If he hadn’t spoken up you would have passed out in his arms.

“Why don’t we go upstairs? We can get you some warm clothes and take care of your cheek. You’re gonna catch a cold if you wear this all night,” he tugged at the edge of your soaked shirt.

You nodded weakly and followed him up to his room. He gave you a pullover hoodie and a pair of sweats to change into. They were infinitely warmer than your wet clothes, and they smelled just like Peter. He sat you on the edge of his bathroom counter and pulled out a first aid kit.

“This is gonna hurt,” he warned as he dabbed some peroxide onto a cotton pad.

“I can take it,” you assured.

He squeezed your leg and dabbed over the cut, you tried not to wince while he cleaned you up, “It’s not too bad, you should be okay with just a bandaid. What’d you get cut on?”

“Fisk threw me into a bar,” you explained, “It was just a piece of glass.”

He frowned, “Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

“No, I mean I’m sure I’m a little bruised up, but I’ll be alright.”

“And what about MJ?”

“He’s not gonna hurt her, he needs her to get to me.”

“Good,” he placed a Star Wars themed bandaid over your cheek and then pressed a kiss to the same spot, “There, all better.”

“Thank you,” you blushed.

“No problem,” he took your hands in his and traced over the back of them with his thumbs, “Okay, I need you tell me what happened tonight.”

“Well it really started last week,” you blushed, “After I got the map back Fisk told me he wanted me to kill Spiderman. I wanted to tell him no, but he was threatening you and MJ and Heather. I had to do it, but I wanted to forget it, so I just tried to put it off. And I convinced myself I could just keep putting it off forever, but then this morning I saw you had a file about me on your desk,” you let out a heavy sigh before you continued, “Long story short I figured out that you were Spiderman, and I freaked out. I decided to run away, I figured everyone would be safer if I wasn’t here. But when I went home to pack my stuff MJ wasn’t there, and I couldn’t get a hold of her, so I decided to go looking for her. I figured out that Fisk had her, and he told me I could come by Daze to make sure she was okay. When I got there I told him I wasn’t gonna kill Spiderman and then I tried to save her, but I couldn’t do it,” you started to choke up again, “She told me to leave and go get you, but I wanted to save her myself. I thought I could handle it but I just couldn’t, I couldn’t do anything. They had me surrounded and I decided to leave so he wouldn’t have us both.”

Peter frowned and helped you off the counter, “You made the right call, it’s better that you’re here and you’re safe. We’ll be able to get her back, we just need to go talk to my dad an-”

“You’re dad?” your whole face flushed nervously, “Peter I can’t go to your dad.”

“We can’t take on Fisk on our own,” he set his hands on your waist “He’s too big of a target and he has way too many resources. We’re going to need my dad and Shield to do this. I understand why that would scare you, but you have to trust me here. It’s the only way we’re going to be able to get MJ back, I promise you won’t let anything happen to you.”

“But can’t you just break in there and take her back?” you pleaded.

“Maybe I could, but then Fisk would still be out there, and you’ll never be safe if he is,” he squeezed your waist gently, “We have the chance here to take him down for good. We can make sure that he spends the rest of his life locked up and he never has the chance to hurt you, or anyone else, ever again. But we’re going to need my dad’s help to do that.”

You knew he was right, as long as Fisk was out there you’d always be in danger. Fisk liked to make examples out of the people that double crossed him, he would never just let you go.

“Okay,” you agreed, “I trust you Peter.”

He cracked a smile and pulled out his phone, “Okay, we'll have to stay at the tower while we figure this all out. I’m gonna tell Happy to come pick us up. In the meantime, can you tell me how you got involved with Fisk?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “At the beginning of the summer, back in Buffalo, I got caught breaking into this lawyer’s house. It’s kind of ironic, it was supposed to be my last job, I was just trying to get enough money together for school. It’s the only time I’ve ever gotten caught actually,” you laughed bitterly, “I guess that’s not really important, but um, it turned out that he was one of Fisk’s lawyers, and he told Fisk what happened. Fisk thought I could be useful so he told me if I worked for him he’d bail me out and wipe my record. Of course I took it, I had to take it. If I didn’t I’d spend the year in jail and have my college acceptance revoked. After that he moved me here and I decided I needed to start concealing my identity better, so I built my suit. And you know, the rest is history.”

“I’m sorry,” he pressed a long kiss to your forehead, “So sorry, I won’t let anyone take advantage of you like that again.”

“It wasn’t all bad, I mean I got you out of the deal didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did,” his lips curled to a smile, “You know that’s a pretty impressive suit for someone who doesn’t know what an erlenmeyer flask is.”

“Hey,” you laughed, “It shouldn’t be impressive to you anyway, I stole all the best parts of it from Spiderman.”

“I know,” he winked, “I’m gonna step out and call my dad real quick. Do you need anything else?”

You shook your head, “That’s alright, I’m just gonna sit down for a few.”

He nodded and walked you over to his bed, wrapping a blanket around you while you sat down, “Try to warm up and relax a little okay? Everything’s gonna be alright.”

“I will,” you promised, “Um Peter?”

“Something wrong?” he frowned.

“No, it’s just, well…” your cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat, “I should have told you last night that, um, I love you.”

He said nothing, instead opting to lean in and kiss you. His soft lips worked carefully against yours, kissing you until your lungs begged for air. He wore a wide smile when he pulled away from you.

“I love you too (y/n).”

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