#🕸️ \\ into the webs // (ic)

[aranaboricua]

@americasdaughter asked: "Red white and blue, really?"

🕷️ → ❝ Well, I am BORICUA, mija. Not ashamed to rep my country.❞

[webslingerx]

Tag dump!

[ahhnini]

annihilate - rafe cameron x spider!reader (spider-verse!au)

synopsis - rafe is your boyfriend, but what happens when you find out he's an anomaly in your universe?

warnings - angst, established relationship, violence, implied sex, implied character death, manipulation

(let me know if I am missing any warnings)

word count - 2.5k

moodboard 𓆇🕸️𓆸

a/n - rewatched the spiderverse movies and felt inspired! this is a mix of the sonyverse and the mcu!!

��goodnight, love you,” you tell rafe before hanging up the call. you strip down your zip-up and sweatpants, revealing your spider suit underneath. opening your window, you shoot a web onto a neighboring building, swinging, beginning your nightly duties.

It has been a tame night so far, you would say. helping a little girl get home safely, stopping a couple of robberies, and giving some pre-teens a lesson about fire safety. miguel hadn’t called you in for any missions, so you’d just been swinging around in your universe.

you ordered a slice of pizza (fully in your spider suit) and ate it on the rooftop of a building. no one, not even your boyfriend rafe cameron knew you were the spider vigilante of the night.

you’ve gotten extremely close with rafe over the school year, him being a transfer from north carolina, and you’ve helped him become accustomed to the hustle and bustle of new york city.

so naturally, you two fell for each other

you wanted to tell him about your secret badly, why you would be away from school for a couple of days, and why you would always abruptly hang up on him at night.

at the same time, you knew you couldn’t. telling one person would be the equivalent of telling the entire world.

“we should go get ice cream after school,” you hear his voice, he sets down his lunch tray right next to you. “we should, huh? we haven’t gone on dates in a while.” he smiles at you, grabbing your hand and rubbing your thumb. you appreciated the little touches he gave you throughout the day. “we should have a date at least once a week, yeah? we can explore the city, find different stuff to do,” rafe digs into his food, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“yeah, yeah, let’s do that,” you smile at him, biting into your sandwich.

after school, you two took the subway, walking around the block until you found an ice cream parlor. you both ordered, rafe ordering a single chocolate scoop while you ordered vanilla with sprinkles. “wanna hang at my place?” you offered, licking the ice cream beginning to drip down the cone.

you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered.

“uh—yeah, would love to. is your aunt may home?” he asks, looking down at the floor. “yeah, she is,” rafe groans. “I don’t think she likes me,” he pouts and you giggle. “she does! she just takes a bit to warm up to.” you smile at him.

suddenly, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and your breathing quickens. something’s wrong. rafe notices, “are you okay?”

“y-yeah…um, I just remembered I left my homework in my locker, you can head to my place—”

“are you sure? you look like you’ve seen a ghost—”

“‘m fine! i’m fine! just, just go!” you shove him aside, running in the opposite direction. you turn back, seeing rafe scratch his head, staring at you.

please don’t follow me. please don’t follow me.

you run towards an alley, quickly putting your backpack on the floor and opening it up. you take out your spider suit and put it on, feeling the material hug your body. you shove your school clothes in your backpack and swing towards whatever is making your senses flare up.

you see it. an anomaly, terrorizing the streets of new york. you see the familiar green uniform, the green goblin. a variant of it. it wasn’t your green goblin, but rather, another universe’s. people flee the streets, hiding in nearby shops.

your attack on the green goblin was a surprise to them. you kicked them right across the stomach and began webbing their torso to restrict movement. thankfully, it worked, you dragged them to a secluded area so you could portal them back to their universe. you tapped on your watch, letting your boss, miguel, know that you’d gotten the job done.

you were so tired. you haven’t fought an actual villain in such a long time. out of all the universes, why’d you have to be in the one that was so boring? after you sent the anomaly back to its universe, you went back to the alley where you’d left your backpack…where someone had stolen it. along with your ice cream. shit. you can’t be in two places at once, right?

rafe still couldn’t be at your apartment after the incident, you thought. it was all over the news, footage of your battle playing out. mr. and mrs. cameron would’ve called him home by then.

they didn’t.

you snuck into your bedroom, quietly opening the window, webbing your way inside, careful to not make any noise. when you made it to the middle of your room, you sighed in relief.

but then you turned around.

rafe stared at you, wide-eyed and mouth agape. he shook his head as if he was dreaming. “what the hell are you still doing here?!” you whisper-shouted. “your aunt may talked to my parents! they wanted me to go home as soon as they heard what was going on but she talked to my parents, convinced them that I had to stay here ‘cus she ‘didn’t want anything to happen to me’” he makes finger quotes in the air, eyes still gawking at you. “I can’t believe you’re the spider-hero I see on youtube. does may know?” his voice suddenly grew. you quickly hushed him, “no! she doesn’t! keep it down!”

you quickly dig through your drawer, finding random clothes. you begin to strip down in front of rafe, not caring that he’s currently seeing you in your intimates. quickly putting on a shirt and shorts, you shove your spider suit inside your closet, along with your watch.

“please, don’t tell anyone about this rafe!” you begged, putting your hands together. “I won’t promise.” “good”

may burst inside, looking disheveled. she immediately runs up to you, checking to see if you're hurt. “no call, no texts, what were you thinking?!”

you bite your lip, immediately coming up with an excuse, “I know, i’m sorry, I got back on campus when it first started happening and everyone there got put on lockdown. and you know how our school blocks phone signals—”

you felt so guilty. may was the only person in your family left and you were lying to her. she pulled back, relief etched on her face. “it’s okay, thank god you’re safe. where’s your backpack?!”

“uh I…lost it…” you reply sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. may sighs. you hear sizzling coming from the kitchen and gasping, she immediately runs off. you turn back to rafe, his things already packed. “i’m heading off for the night, i’ll see you tomorrow,” he pulls you in for a hug, craning down to whisper in your ear, “your secret is safe with me.” he gives a polite goodbye to aunt may before exiting your apartment.

“c’mon, we’re going out to eat. i burnt the lasagna.” may chuckles as she fans the pan, your little home smelling like burnt food.

the next day, you’re at rafe’s house. he’s asking you all these questions about your superpowers, and you can’t help but giggle in response to some of them.

“do you lay spider eggs?”

“ew, no, that’s never happened before.”

“how far can you shoot your webs?”

“i’m not sure”

“can I see your suit?”

you chuckle as you reveal your spider suit in your bag. during dinner, aunt may have told you she’s had enough of buying you backpacks, so she gave you one of her old canvas bags to use for school.

your watch rings, and you see miguel’s face pop up. rafe’s eyes widen and you chuckle nervously. “that’s uh, my boss…excuse me for a moment.” quickly exiting his room, you make your way to the nearby restroom to answer the call.

“there’s been a reported anomaly in your universe, I need you to hop on it. he’s from universe 664, and he’s highly dangerous. I can’t believe we just found him. we’ve been looking for him for months.” miguel rambles.

“who is it?” you ask, ears perking up.

"we have his file with a picture on it for reference, it should’ve already been sent to you. when you capture him send him right to hq so we could eliminate him.”

“okay, thanks miguel. i’ll get to it asap.” you see him nod at the other end of the call before hanging up. you sigh before pressing a couple of buttons on your watch to bring up the file.

you couldn’t believe your eyes. the anomaly was…rafe?

you reentered his room, silent.

“you okay?”

no.

how were you supposed to do this?

“yeah, duty calls, i’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you say quietly.

this can’t be right. why was your web fluid…watery? you swear you perfected this batch of web fluid, you even tested it out in your locker during lunch. you kept shooting your webs, hoping it’s just the chemical compound of the new formula and it’ll somehow, become sticker when it clings to the building. your optimism was shattered when your canisters became lighter.

you’ve been pacing around your complex rooftop for the past two hours, thinking about rafe. capturing him and sending him back to his universe would’ve been easier as you still could visit him. you couldn’t get the words miguel said out of your mind.

send him to hq so we can eliminate him.

eliminate him.

you shake your head, laying down on the concrete ledge, looking up to the stars, hoping tomorrow you'll wake up and this mission will just be a dream.

the pressure weighed heavy. you couldn't concentrate, your boyfriend noticed. he furrowed his eyebrows as he kissed you all over your body, rough hands gripping your sides. you shoved him aside, letting out a puff of air. rafe turned his body towards you, gently moving the hair that fell on your face. he calls your name, "hey, talk to me." shaking your head, you turn away, facing your bedroom window. he wraps his arm around your torso, pulling you close to him. he inhales a sharp breath, softly speaking, "i'll be here when you're ready to talk, 'kay?" nodding your head, you stare out into the concrete jungle, closing your eyes.

he knows. he knows that the spider society assigned him as your mission. he knows they'd never make you kill him yourself, so they're gonna make you send him to the society so the other spiders could kill him. how considerate.

rafe felt bad, real bad when he bugged your suit. while you were taking your call with miguel a couple of days ago, he broke into your bag and tweaked your web shooters, causing the formula to become less sticky. it was sick, but he had to do everything in his power to delay you from your mission.

of course, he knew who you worked for. miguel o’hara. that name left a bitter taste on his tongue. they do have history after all. how can a man like him not pay the repercussions of destroying an entire universe, and be looked up by so many others, while he’s villainized? it’s just not fair.

in his universe, he was spider-man. he was a hero. that all changed when you came into his life. he fell for you, hard.

then you fell for him. literally.

when your body was flung off the clock tower, his mind raced a million miles per hour. you were gone. the love of his life. he spiraled, falling into obsession with the fact that you were gone because of him.

deep in his grief, he began wondering the “what-ifs.” using his scientific knowledge, he created technology that brought a hologram of you back to him.

but it wasn’t enough.

he needed to physically hold you, he needed someone with true emotions, not just a ghost of you.

then he discovered the multiverse.

universes where you’re alive, where you’re with him.

he became jealous.

he traveled through different universes, coming in contact with all the different lives you were living.

they weren’t good enough. they weren’t you.

he was relentless, finding every universe you were in, not giving a damn about the consequences. that's when he stumbled upon your universe.

and it was like you never left.

taking the life and identity of your universe's rafe cameron was a simple task for him. he had the same family, the same friends, and the same personality. it was a complete parallel of his own.

he gently rubbed your back while you slept. how could the society do this to you? you told him you haven't been getting that much sleep, so being the good boyfriend that he is, he put you to sleep using his signature method. poor thing, there's so much weight on your shoulders right now.

“miguel, stop calling me!” you exclaimed. you were hiding in one of the restroom stalls, unexpectedly running out of the classroom in the middle of a lecture.

he sharply glares at you through the screen, “you need to hurry on this mission, he’s starting to cause problems in your universe,” he sighs before saying your name, “people are starting to disappear, cities are starting to collapse.”

your eyes widen.

“layla told us if you don’t bring him to headquarters by tonight, your entire universe will collapse,” he replies, abruptly hanging up the call.

your breathing quickens, chest rising up and down. you clutch your shirt, trying to calm yourself.

you storm out of the building, heading towards who knows where.

after long hours of pondering and anxiety building up, you approach the cameron house, getting ready to ambush rafe. seeing him take a nap from his window, you stopped in your tracks.

was this worth it?

killing your boyfriend for the sake of the universe sounded like the unique ultimatum. but what would happen if…you didn't send him to miguel? yeah, your universe would meet its end but…you get to be with rafe. besides, letting the society kill rafe would become an endless cycle. you'd look for him in every universe, ultimately destroying them as well. then you'd become the anomaly, and then you'd have a target on your back.

they'll kill you too.

but at least you'll be with rafe, right?

climbing the rooftop and propping the window open, you sneak inside, tiptoeing to his bed, you hold your watch out, preparing to send him through a portal.

you turn over to his nightstand, seeing his lamp glitch with vibrant colors.

tears brim in your eyes as you put the watch down, and gently wake up rafe.

"hey…" you softly say, gently shaking his shoulder. he turns around, smiling.

"why do you have your watch on?" he mumbles, pulling you closer to him.

you don't respond, instead laying down on the bed, facing him. he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ears. "did you miss me?"

"yeah"

this is the last time you'll be seeing him, anyway.

looking at the wall behind him, colors start phasing in and out.

rafe buries his head in your neck, relishing your scent. you pull away, taking one last glance at him.

it felt like nothing. the world you grew up in was quickly disappearing, but the world you've known to love was still in front of you. you hold rafe's face, pulling him for a kiss as you both disappear into nothingness.

divider credits - sseuda on tumblr

[jeanniebug623]

🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 22: Shattered

More shout out to @cyren-myadd for more angsty trauma for Spider trying to sort out his trust issues based on water cooler gossip.

TW: Suicide Attempt

“Spider, I want you to eat a little more than that.” Quaritch said with equal parts concern and sternness. His boy was starting to look, dare he say it, weak. He was absolutely thinner than when he was first captured and it wasn’t just from lack of activity. Spider was losing muscle mass and definition as well. The recom had only started to notice after his last mission.

”I don’t want to…” the teen grumbled as he looked away from the stew he’d been swirling round for the better part of an hour now. It was ice cold by now and Quaritch could count on one hand how many bites the boy had taken.

”I know you don’t want to, that’s the problem.” Quaritch said flatly. Keep it in check; don’t get upset. These were just a few mantras the hardened marine had been saying to himself the last few days. Not only had Spider’s eating habits diminished, but he was exceptionally moody. Picking fights over small things and being oppositional for the sake of it.

”I’m not hungry.” Spider said as he dropped the spoon with a loud clatter into the dish and pushed it away before crossing his arms. It was what Quaritch had started calling ‘teenage tantrums’. More than once, he had lost his temper with Spider and it ended horribly. One of the other two always showed up. If it was MJ, Quaritch ended up apologizing a hundred times before the kid would stop crying. If it was Miles, it ended in a scrap.

Only Prager was at the recom table with them. It became something of an unwritten rule lately that the colonel always had backup, except at the apartment. Though Wainfleet and Ja had managed to score one right next to Quaritch’s after one particularly bad fight resulted in a split lip for the recom and dislocated shoulder for the boy. And Spider wasn’t stupid; he felt the eyes of the others on him.

”We really gonna do this again here?” Quaritch said with a tired sigh. He loved his son more than anything, but for fuck’s sake! Every goddamn day with the kid was a trial by fire ever since the first mission Spider was left behind. As much as Quaritch tried to argue it was detrimental to his health, Ardmore would not let up on this joint custody bullshit. That nothing had happened while Spider was in McCosker’s care.

”Sure, why the fuck not?” Spider said as he snapped his head forward with a mean glare.

Quaritch ground his teeth as he trapped a growl in his throat. What the hell was wrong with his boy? But no, he would not make a spectacle of himself or his son. He leaned forward and quietly ordered, “Home. Now.”

Spider shook his head as he slammed his hands on the table and pushed back off the seat. As much as Quaritch wanted to reprimand the boy for not cleaning up his plate he barely ate from, the recom had to jump out of his own seat and quickly dash after the boy as he stormed out of the mess hall. He shoved his hands into the pockets of the sweatshirt he wore all the time now with the sleeves ripped off above the elbows and the hood always up covering his face.

After a brisk walk back to their apartment, Quaritch expected to have to chase the boy into his room but Spider knew it wasn’t worth it. He’d let his father yell at him to just have it over with. He flopped back on the couch in a low slouch and crossed his arms, glaring at the wall.

”Alright, enough is enough. What the hell is wrong with you, boy?” Quaritch said harshly, not even feeling bad about his tone or choice of words. He was angry; the boy was angry. It was clear who Spider got his temper from.

”A whole fuck ton of things last I checked…” Spider spat back just as harshly.

“Nah, don’t pull that shit, Spider. Something is wrong. Something recent. I’ve told ya to come to me with anything. If ANYTHING is wrong, you come to me and I’ll make it right. I’ve kept my word on that. I can’t take back the mistakes that got you here but I’m doing my damnedest to make it right.” Quaritch said, staring at the boy’s profile barely peeking out from under the hood.

Spider bit down hard on the inside of his cheek at the guilt churning in his stomach to the point he tasted blood. He knew in his heart he didn’t want to be such a pain in the ass, even though it was Quaritch’ fault he was in this whole predicament to begin with. His father couldn’t fix him, but he had been bending over backwards to help.

Don’t trust them. I warned you.

Don’t trust who exactly? Who warned who? Were those messages between his other sides?

Spider had started regularly talking to a therapist after his stay with McCosker resulted in him unintentionally scratching his arms while under his former foster father’s care. It was weird at first. Really weird. But eventually it became a nice reprieve to talk to someone who was genuinely neutral and didn’t care what he talked about. The next closest neutral party was Ja but that had changed. He was, dare Spider admit it, starting to feel like an older brother. With a medical degree.

The silent treatment did nothing for Quaritch’s fraying hold on his temper. He crossed the room in a few strides and crouched in front of the boy while pulling him up by the shoulders to sit properly and pulled the hood down so he could see his face. Despite the kid’s eyes immediately darting to the side, Quaritch kept one firm hand on Spider’s shoulder to ground both of them. It almost felt bony underneath the fabric of the oversized sweatshirt.

“You show me some respect, boy, and look at me when I’m talking to you. I’m trying real damn hard not to slap some sense into you.” Quaritch said, still angry but some of it faded when Spider’s big, brown doe eyes finally looked up. Not only did his son inherit his temper but also his resilience to back down from a challenge. But Quaritch wasn’t Spider’s only opponent. He had two very strong alter egos to contend with.

”You’re gettin’ skinny.” Quaritch said with a defeated sigh, “It’s got me worried, ok? I don’t know if it’s the meds or somethin’ up here.”

Quaritch emphasized ‘up here’ with a light tap to Spider’s forehead. As much as Spider wanted to tell him all the things that were wrong, how could he explain it? He didn’t know who was leaving him messages on mirrors. He’d heard rumblings from people who passed him by in the hall that the colonel may not actually have his best interest in mind. Wouldn’t these two things go hand in hand?

”You’ve been skippin’ out on the gym. Not eatin’ right. Or sleeping.” Quaritch said the last part a little firmer and didn’t scold the boy for sheepishly looking down. He’d caught the boy spitting out his sleep medication one evening after dinner, making it almost impossible for Quaritch to trust if he was taking any of them regularly.

”Why don’t we go out tomorrow? Just the two of us. I got a clear schedule and you could use some time out of this metal box.” Quaritch offered. It was a small olive branch considering every outing ended with going back to the city. He continued with a nod to Spider’s arm as he slid his large, blue hand from his shoulder to his forearm, “I can’t even see your stripes these days.”

Spider still didn’t look up, but did nod this time. It was a good enough answer. At least they didn’t fight.

”Good.” Quaritch said approvingly as he ruffled Spider’s hair. But the truce didn’t feel fully reciprocated and it put the recom on edge. He knew something was still wrong and it wasn’t just his condition. He’d learned enough about his boy to sense when something was very, very wrong. Gently moving his knuckles under Spider’s chin, he lifted his face until their eyes met again. His heartstrings twisted into a knot when he saw the extra shine to his eyes as he fought back tears. “Tell me what’s wrong, tiger. Please.”

Spider’s eyes darted back and forth between Quaritch’s. He wanted to say - no, scream - that he was scared to go to sleep at night. That he was afraid of his other sides. That he was terrified that his father was lying to him just to get him well enough to be malleable for the RDA again. That he couldn’t trust anyone…especially himself.

More silence.

Quaritch set his jaw tightly and nodded, sliding his hand to the back of Spider’s head and leaned forward until their foreheads were touching. He knew the kid wanted to say something but wasn’t letting it out. So, three things. The holy trinity of Quaritch’s personality had been passed onto his son: temper, resilience, and stubbornness.

After the one-sided conversation, Spider willingly ate a protein bar as a poor stand-in for the stew he didn’t eat. But at least he wasn’t going to bed hungry or risking nausea from the sleeping pill Quaritch watched him consume. Micromanaging Spider was the last thing he wanted to do but he needed his kid to get back on the good track he was on. He stayed up later than Spider to make sure he fell asleep.

Most nights the kid went out like a light within twenty minutes of taking his meds. Tonight was one of those nights and Quaritch was readying himself for bed an hour after Spider had gone to sleep. He did one more check on his boy, pulled the blanket that had been kicked to the floor back over him, and lightly pressed the back of his hand against Spider’s forehead. He was a bit clammy, no wonder the blanket was on the floor, but it didn’t feel like a fever.

Quaritch would make a note to tell Ja in the morning. All was calm and quiet in the apartment when the recom settled into his own bed. He never used to be a night owl before the kid came into his life. He was early to bed and rose with the sun. Strange how much he had changed with Spider in his life. Yes, finding Jake Sully was still the mission. But the initial drive wasn’t there like it had been.

He fell asleep quickly and woke almost as quickly to pressure on his neck. Quaritch woke in a panic but his keen eyes could see clearly in the dark that it was Spider looming over him. How the hell the kid managed to sneak into his room AND get astride his stomach like a predator ready to pounce before waking him up had him speechless. But not as speechless as the sharp object against his throat.

”You came into my room…” Spider said in a strained whisper. His hands were shaking on the sharpened butter knife as he struggled to suppress the panic. “Why did you come in my room while I was sleeping? What were you doing?”

”Just one last bed check before turnin’ in, Spider.” Quaritch answered coolly, ignoring how his Adam’s apple bobbed against the razor sharp, “Where’d you get a knife?”

Spider’s right eye twitched, almost completely closing before blinking a few times.

”Can you put it down so we can finally talk about what’s got you like this?” His father continued, staying calm despite the threat.

”No.” Spider answered quickly, his voice cracking under the hushed tone.

”Ok then…leave the knife there but still tell me what’s wrong.”

“…what if you lie?”

”Kid, the last thing I’m gonna do is lie to you. And it's got nothin’ to do with my life being in your hands.”

Spider’s breath shook as he inhaled. He pressed the knife closer into Quaritch’s flesh to the point of a small cut forming under the pressure. Could he trust his father?

”I…” Spider started, his chest starting to hitch as his panic started becoming too much to handle. His father stared up at him calmly and patiently as Spider tried to put the words together. Tears started to stream down his cheeks and drip off his chin before he could say anything else.

”Son.” Quaritch said quietly, knowing he was one shaking hand motion away from dying for the second time.

”I…I don’t know who to trust…” Spider answered almost silently, “…because of the mirrors…”

”What mirrors?” Quaritch asked, trying to get more clues to this riddle and remembering when he came back from his mission early that the bathroom mirror was covered in a towel.

”Sometimes there’s…things written on them.” Spider said, knowing how incredibly insane he was sounding. “They say not to trust anyone. A-And I hear things…like you…you don’t…you’re just-…”

Quaritch knew where this was going. He’d also heard the rumors going on that all his fathering to the boy was just for show. But it was complete bullshit. He loved that boy more than any damn thing in two lives. It was easy to see why his son might think it’s all fake. Kid was still a prisoner, just with a long leash.

”I love you, son.” Quaritch said. The words felt foreign, but right, coming from his mouth. Spider started trembling under the weight of his fear and the power he had over Quaritch at that moment. The recom continued, “I hear all the lies too. Every time I track the source of one, another pops up. But you know what? I’ll hunt down every single one of them who makes you think you’re not the best damn thing that ever happened to me.”

Spider’s hands were shaking even more. To Quaritch’s reprieve, the teen pulled the knife back when it started and he held the knife to his chest.

”Please give me the knife, Spider.” Quaritch coaxed. He wasn’t angry at the boy. Instead, he was concerned where he got it and how long he’d been secretly armed.

”…no.” Spider said, clutching the knife tighter and closing his eyes. Quaritch was telling the truth. How could he have been so stupid to think this man who had stepped up to be his father in his fucked up situation not genuinely care for him? But then who shouldn’t he trust? Who was TELLING him not to trust anyone? What was going to happen after whoever they warned him and he didn’t do anything about it?

”Spider, the knife. Please just give it to me. You’re safe with me, you don’t need it.” Quaritch said. His heart was pounding harder in his chest seeing Spider have it so close to his person than when it was literally grazing into his skin.

”No, I-…” Spider choked out with a sob, “I can’t do this anymore!”

Quaritch cursed and grunted in pain as his hand moved in a flash to catch the blade Spider drew away from his chest with the intent to thrust it into his own neck. He clenched a tight fist around the blade as it pierced between his index and middle metacarpals. Slamming the captured blade to the side, he sat up so quickly Spider would have fallen off if not for Quaritch’s other arm wrapping tightly around him.

He held his boy to his chest as Spider crumpled and sobbed into Quaritch’s broad chest. His hand hurt like a bitch, but it was nothing compared to the cries of his son.

[jedijesi]

Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 4

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: SMUT (no piv), Angst, She/Her Pronouns, Enemies to Lovers, Slowish Burn

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Felicia goes on a date with Web-Slinger, but Miguel doesn't like it for some reason. Why? He hates her, right?

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

Nueva York, Earth-838

“And Spider-Cat brought in a whopping 57 criminals in one night,” Jessica informed Miguel as she jotted down her notes. “Did you and Felicia rip each other apart last night? I mean, you know you don’t have to train them. Web-Slinger’s expressed plenty of times how much he’s been waiting to join me in training recruits.”

Miguel shakes his head towards Jessica. “No. We didn’t kill each other… it was actually... pretty nice.” Jessica makes a mental note of the way Miguel smiles as he recalls the night. “Felicia was incredible, she brought in 34 criminals and made sure each and every victim was okay. It’s like she's been doing this all her life.”

“Hmmm.” Jessica nods, trying to understand what else must have happened in order for Miguel to act so cheerful, compared to yesterday. “Well, you can take a back seat now and focus on the other universes. I think I'm gonna take Web-Slinger on as a trainer, he’s been expressing wanting to take on bigger roles.”

“No, no, I don't mind helping out.” 

“I think you're scaring the recruits, though.” 

Miguel sighs, “I’ll back off a bit, but I like training and they should get used to it. I'm the boss.” 

Jessica shrugs, “Whatever you want, Miguel. I'm gonna go bring Web-Slinger on, still.” 

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Felicia walks into the crowded dining hall to grab her usual latte before work. She needed a pick-me-up after last night's adventures. After ordering she goes to the pick-up bar to wait, watching the masked baristas make her drink. 

“Black coffee for Web-Slinger!” A barista shouts to the waiting customers. 

“Pardon, ma'am.”  Felicia is taken aback as she turns to meet a masked horse and his masked rider. 

She quickly moves out of the way, watching as he leans down to grab his cup of coffee. “Quite the entrance you two made there," Felicia said, a sly grin on her face as she leaned against the pick-up bar, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I can’t say I’ve seen a Spider-Man and their trusty steed in a coffee shop before."

The masked rider couldn't help but return a playful smirk. "Well, we do try to make an entrance wherever we go," he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice. 

“Iced Latte for Night Spider!” The barista shouts prompting Felicia to grab her drink. 

The horse's rider, whose mask concealed most of his face, had an air of confidence about him as he gracefully dismounted. “Would you like to join me?” He asks, taking the reins into his gloved hands. 

Felicia smiles flirtatiously, “Only if you let me ride bareback.”

Web-Slinger and Felicia walk to an empty table that overlooks the sights of Nueva York. 

The Web-Slinger pulls out the red chair for Felicia, for her to sit in before sitting across from her. “I don't believe I’ve seen you around.” The man says. 

“I’m relatively new.” She shrugs taking a sip from her straw. 

“Ahh, so you must be part of the group I’m gonna start training, huh.” 

“I already know everythin’ I need to know, cowboy” Felicia winks.

Web-Slinger leans over the table and with a whisper, says, “I’m sure there's plenty I can teach you, little lady.” 

The sound of Felicia’s laugh catches the attention of Miguel and LYLA as they walk to the gym. Miguel smiles to himself realizing he's rarely heard Felicia laugh. Wanting to see what all the fuss was, he followed the sound of her laughter through the dining hall to see her and Web-Slinger and Felicia leaned in close over the small table, sharing a quiet exchange before both of them suddenly burst into laughter. It was a casual moment, nothing too significant, but for some reason, Miguel felt an unexpected surge of anger.

"I don't know if you know this," Felicia remarked, her voice playful, "but I'm an environmental activist. I prefer to save a horse n' ride a cowboy." She winked at Web-Slinger.

Miguel, unamused, interrupted with a deadpan expression. "Hardy."

Felicia slowly leaned away from the cowboy and turned her attention to Miguel. "O'Hara," she purred, her tone laden with innuendo.

Miguel shifted his gaze, his voice carrying a note of annoyance. "We're meeting in 5 minutes."

Felicia maintained her sultry demeanor. "I know, big boy. I'll be there."

The two locked eyes in a heated stare until Web-Slinger, noticing the tension, interjected, "Everythin' okay between you two?"

Felicia gave Miguel a devious smile. "Never better," she replied, her tone filled with mischief. "I guess I'll head over to the gym. Thanks for being eye candy," she told Web-Slinger with a flirtatious parting glance.

“Were goin’ the game way, darlin’, why don't you ride Widow with me?” He says as he stands. 

Felicia smirks as she sauntered over to the cowboy. “I thought you'd never ask.” 

Felicia gracefully mounts the horse, her curves accentuated by the tight spider suit she wore. Her long silver hair cascaded down her back as she adjusted the reins and settled into the saddle. With a gentle but firm grasp, she held onto the reins. She leaned forward against Widow’s next, her breasts touching the saddle horn, and held eye contact with Miguel as she brought her right hand out to stroke the horse's neck, sweetly saying, “Good boy”. Once Web-Slinger hopped on behind her he kept his hands along her waist. He gave Widow a quick kick, the horse moving from a walk into a slow, sultry trot, glancing back with a smirk as she rode away. Leaving Miguel's jaw tightens as he attempts to comprehend what had just happened. 

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“Good afternoon, recruits!” LYLA said with her cheery voice. “You all did fantastic last night. Since training is wrapping up and you'll soon be full-fledged members of the Spider Society, for the next few days we have some of our top veterans that you can shadow and work one-on-one with until graduation! Feel free to roam about and interview Spider Society members! LYLA said before glitching away. 

Recruits excitedly wandered around the gym and to the cafeteria to the various experts for help. Felicia didn’t need to do much wandering as she had her eyes set on a certain cowboy. 

Felicia waited behind Julia as she fangirled over one of her favorite Spider heroes. “I’d be happy to let you shadow me, ma'am. Meet me here tomorrow night, okay?”

Julia nodded excitedly, “of course, Sir! Thank you!” 

“Now if you'll excuse me.” The cowboy says, tipping his hat as he moves past Julia to where Felicia stands. 

“Hey, Cowboy.” She smirked, leaning against the wall.

Web-Slinger places his forearm on the area above her head, using it to lean on. “You lookin’ for a teacher?” 

Felicia shrugs, “I don't know, you teachin’ cowboy?” 

“Yes, ma'am. I can take you out to the bar upstairs to study. How does that sound, gorgeous?” 

Miguel couldn't seem to concentrate on the line of recruits interviewing him while Felicia and Web-Slinger were standing so obnoxiously close on the other side of the gym. It was too noisy to completely understand their conversation with his super hearing, but from what he could gather, it sounded as if they were going on a date. 

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New York, Earth-192

Felicia meticulously adhered to the event's dress code, selecting an elegant formal outfit. She stood before the mirror, her gaze scrutinizing her appearance. Her sleek, black dress clung to her figure, accentuating her curves, and she took a moment to ensure everything fell just right. She focused on the way her ass looked in it, turning back around, she checked her hair she let it down, before placing her mask over her eyes. “Hot.” She states, seeing at the final look. 

Felicia cast a quick glance at the time, realizing that it was time to make her departure. In a hurry, she snatched up her watch, deftly input the coordinates for Nueva York, and activated the portal. With a sense of purpose and confidence, she stepped into the shimmering gateway.

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Nueva York, Earth-838

Felicia takes the elevator to the 102nd floor. As the doors open, the sound of jazz music and laughter mixed with the smells of alcohol and cigars makes Felicia feel like she was back in her Black Cat days, robbing rich men at fancy bars. As she saunters towards to bar, she spots the red spider bandana paired with a black button-up and slacks. 

“Hey, Cowboy.” She hums, catching the man’s attention. 

“My, my, my…” The Web-Slinger stands, removing his hat as he admires Felicia. “You're a sight, darlin’.” 

Felicia feels her cheeks heat up at his reaction. “I hope you are ready to study.” She teases. 

“I'm ready to do a lot more than studying.” He whispers in her ear as he pushes Felicia’s stool in.  

“What can I get you two tonight?” The masked bartender asked. 

“A vodka martini please,” Felicia says, leaning on the bar, letting her breasts shine. 

“And a whisky for me.” Web-Slinger tips his hat to the bartender. 

Felicia swivels in her stool to look directly at the handsome cowboy. “So, cowboy, what’s your real name?”

“Patrick.” 

“Hmm… I like Cowboy better. Now, aren't you gonna tell me about the Spider Society?”

Meanwhile, Miguel and Ben took a seat in the armchairs near the fireplace. Miguel leaned back, scanning the bar area subtly, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Felicia and Patrick at the bar, engrossed in their conversation.

"I didn't even know this bar existed, Sir," Ben remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and excitement. 

Miguel nodded, keeping an eye on Felicia while maintaining a calm demeanor. "It's a hidden gem, Ben. We like to have nice amenities for the spider-people who work and live here full time. Now, remember, patience is key in our line of work. Just observe, listen, and let me know if anything unusual happens."

“Is something going down here?” Ben said excitedly. 

Miguel shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “No. Consider it training. For example, look! Felcia’s here-”

“Holy shit she looks hot-” Ben is cut off by a smack to the head from Miguel.

“Shut the fuck up.” He yells in a whisper. “You said you wanted me to train you, you wanna learn or not?” Ben nods slowly, like a sad puppy. “Our goal is to observe Felicia, see what she doing here, maybe find out what she's talking about.” 

“Well, she’s eating those olives very seductively,” Ben says, fixated on the little detail, making Miguel regret bringing him. 

As the evening went on, the date between Felicia and Patrick seemed to progress smoothly. Miguel couldn't help but admire how well she looked in something other than her suit, but he remained vigilant all while Ben interpreted their date.

“You mentioned you were an environmental activist, correct?” Felicia could hear the grin in his voice. 

She took one last sip of her martini, placing the empty glass back down onto the wooden bar. “Oh, yes. Very passionate.” She bats her eyes. 

“You know..” Patrick leans in, placing his hand on Felicia’s thigh. “I’d love to get involved. You think you'd be interested in helpin’ me, dalrin’?”

Felica gives the cowboy a crocodile smile before standing. “Lead the way, cowboy.” 

This causes Miguel to jump. “Woah what's going on, Ben.” 

“Um… She's an environmental activist.” He shrugs, leaving both men confused. 

“You’re no help.” 

Felicia and Patrick scurry past the elevator down a hallway. “Where are we going?” Felicia giggles.

“There’s a common room everyone forgets about with an incredible view this way.” He says, turning the corner. 

The Web-Slinger stops in front of the door, tugging down his mask, revealing his sharp, beautiful features before leaning in to kiss Felicia. She moans into his mouth, as they let lust take over. Patrick’s right hand roams Felicia’s body as his left fiddles with the handle of the door. As soon as it opens, he uses his superhuman strength to pick up Felicia as if she were a feather, letting her legs wrap around his waist. 

Once in the room, Felicia throws the cowboy’s hat and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, Patrick moans in lust, walking to the other side of the room to sit on the couch in front of the big window. With Felicia on his lap, he grinds up into her clothed pussy, moaning as he feels how drenched she is. “Fuck, Darlin’.” He moans, unzipping the back of her dress, and exposing her black lace bra. 

Felicia moans as she rocked against Patrick’s clothed cock. “Ride me.” He begs.

“Shhhh… Let me take my time, cowboy.” She moans, closing her eyes, feeling his lips suck on her neck while he plays with her breasts. “I need it, cowboy.” She whines. 

“Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing his throat, causes Felicia’s eyes to open wide. 

“Miguel?!” Felicia shouts, lifting her dress to cover her chest and Patrick to scrabble to button up his shirt. “What are you doing here?!” 

Miguel turns the dim light on to illuminate the room, chuckling to himself as the two panics. “This is a common room.” 

“Hi, Felicia.” Ben peaks from around the corner, watching as she zips her dress up. 

“Ben?!” She could punch the wall, she was so frustrated. 

“You know, romantic relationships are not allowed in the Spider Society,” Miguel says, leaning on the door frame. 

“Gee thanks, boss.” Felicia snaps. 

“My apologies, sir. I didn't realize.” Patrick says as he tries to find his hat that Felicia threw in the heat of the moment. 

Miguel's expression softened slightly as he observed the storm of emotions brewing in the room. He felt a tinge of guilt, knowing that his adherence to the Spider Society's rules had added to the tension. "In our line of work," he began, his voice measured, "it's vital that we stay focused. The Spider Society's rules exist to protect us all."

Felicia sighed, her frustration evident, the room's atmosphere heavy with unresolved conflict. "Fine, Miguel. I get it, you have stupid rules to make me more miserable." She turned to Patrick, giving him an apologetic look, and brushed past Miguel on her way out the door.

Patrick, somewhat flustered but understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded. "Is my position in jeopardy, Sir?"

Miguel reassured him with a nod. "No, you're one of our best." He held Patrick's gaze. "Be careful."

As Patrick left, Miguel found himself standing alone, the weight of the situation pressing on him. He couldn't quite pinpoint the jumble of emotions within him – anger, guilt, or perhaps something else entirely. The room felt heavy with unresolved tension, leaving him to grapple with the repercussions of his decisions.

Chapter 5

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The Chilling Adventures Of Super-Mamas 🧸

— Ruby Webb and Son 🕸️ Today

Summary: Meanwhile Mama is a work Momma has to take care of the kids, but work calls.

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Note: Silly sweet and a little goofy fic. A little bit of angst too, Mia might need a hug after this episode

Characters mentioned: Luna, Rick, Maria Hill, and etc

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Liane was picking up her phone and purse getting ready to rush out the door. Mia was sitting in the living room chair as Eli was playing with his toys on the floor as the TV played in the background.

“You sure you want me to go?” Liane asked reapplying her lipstick and rambling, “Cause I can always reschedule or cut my business day eariler. I know it won’t be profitable or professional for my clients but Luna said she was busy picking wedding flowers with Rochelle, so she might not have time to make to her appointment anyway and..”

“Honey, honey, honey!” Mia repeated sipping her orange juice as she looked up from her phone.

“What?”

“You’re starting to sound like me.

“Huh?…Oohhh! Yikes, yeah, nope! I should go soon then, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes you should, Luna and Ricky’s wedding is coming and Luna might keep making excuses to not come to your store, cause she doesn’t want to bother you, if you don’t show up.”

“Ughhh you’re so right! Oh my goodness yeah no, nope I gotta head out! Promise me you won’t sit all day and watch Bluey with Taylor!”

“Of course not…Now go!”

Liane kissed Eli’s face telling him to not let ice cream all day with his mother and was ushered out the door by Mia, before the blonde can return back inside. Mia closed the door behind her letting out a sigh and picked up the 6 year old boy sitting him on the couch with her. He giggled as his Momma handed him a piece of an old fashioned glazed donut.

“Yummy! Technically not ice cream.” Elliot says munching on the donuts, “Mama gone, can we watch Bluey now?”

“Oh yeah! Mama thinks Bluey is a little overrated but we love it. What if we watch Phineas and Ferb too?” Mia said as she suggested the other show with a grin.

“YES! Can we do the musical one?”

“You are definitely our kid.”

Half an hour later, the two sat on the couch watching Bluey and Phineas & Ferb episode as they enjoyed some snacks. The two were singing along to the entire episode of Phineas & Ferb, chuckling and making silly comments across the series. They even decided to watch Moana.

“I love this movie!” Mia chuckled taking a bite of her apple slices.

“Just don’t sing the boy parts, Mommy!” Elliot remarked.

“I can’t make promise i can’t ke—”

That was when her phone rang. It was Mr. Jameson! As Mia picked up the phone call, the phone practically shook with her boss’s booming voice.

“Where the heck are you, Parker?! You better not be lying around! I needed those photos 4 hours ago!” Jameson yelled over the phone.

“I um…well..heh, today is my day off, sir. I’m at home right now, tomorrow I go back to work.” Mia replied gently, very startled by her boss’s booming voice that almost broke her ear drums.

“UGHHH! I thought one of my employees said you were here today! They lied! Just then those damn pictures over the web or whatever you kids do in this modern day!”

As she heard JJJ ranting and babbling about god knows what, Mia text Maria Hill and her other phones if they can watch her son for a bit. Sadly some of them were busy and others were taking the day to relax. Maria Hill was spending the day with Natasha and their grandchildren. Then she glanced at her costume laying around in the other room and smirked exchanged a cheeky grin with Elliot. He grinned brightly.

“Gee sir!” Mia said loudly over the phone that was on speaker, “I don’t really know to use the web that well. Maybe just can just swing by real quick?”

Elliot chuckled, “HA HA!”

“Whatever Parker, just get here as soon as possible!” Jameson shouted then hung up.

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So Mia strapped on her Ruby Webb suit with a backpack and extra water bottles carrying Elliot as she swung across the city. The mother-son pair chatted and waved at citizens, even swinging by the windows of buildings as they crossed a park. Mia was so focused on making sure Elliot was strapped in her arms safely as she swung across the streets, she didn’t noticed Sandman until her son pointed out.

“Momma is that the Sandy guy?” He pointed out in awe with a little smile.

“Sandman?!” She exclaimed, under the domino mask and a hoodie of her suit.

“Can we play with him please?”

“I don’t know, baby..”

“Pleaseeee!”

“…uhhh okay, fine, maybe just real quick.”

Mia climbed down and landed in the park carrying Eliot. To her surprise Sandman was messing around with strangers, playing with kids and causing a huge mess per se. But he seemed harmless today, cause the kids and teenagers surrounding him weren’t upset despite the area being a little silly looking.

“Hey Sandy! Can you watch this little guy for me? It will be just a second, I’m gonna an errand right now!” Mia said cheerfully holding up her son who smiled brightly waving at William, “Thanks!”

“Uhm sure, Webby.” He said a little surprised at the unexpected moment with a half smile.

“Hehe thank you! He likes big slides.”

Elliot grinned, “Do a monster truck!”

He took Sandman’s hand running off to play with the other days, seeing his friends there too. Mia chuckled staying for a few seconds watching them, almost immediately losing track of time but then Mr. Jameson called her phone. She whined and rushed off to The Daily Bugle.

~~~

She snuck into a window, changing into a blazer that was in her office and sweating her hair into a ponytail before slipping out of the bathroom. Her co-worker Charlie Olsen, waved at her handing the girl extra papers to show their boss and apologize for her coming in today. Mia smiled and told him that it’s okay, it wasn’t his fault. Jake Kwan, Liane’s assistant, must’ve accidentally mistakenly sent a text message wrong to JJJ or something.

She grabbed the folder with the photos from her backpack as she rushed into Jameson’s office.

“Um, hi! Here are the pictures you wanted, sir.” Mia said entering the office holding the folder filled with of The Avengers fighting downtown last weekend.

Jameson stood up from his seat and exclaimed in his loud booming voice, “What took you so damn long?”

“I just got in like a few minutes ago from Manhattan..”

“So? You want me to be impressed by that, Parker?”

“Um, no-no sir. I had to drop my kid off with a babysitter, so it took me a few minutes to get here. You do have kids, don’t you sir?”

“Don’t sass me Parker!”

“I…I was—sorry. Would that be all, Jameson?”

“Yes Parker, that would be all. Next time i want photos of those vigilante and newcomers heroes that keep popping up, like those X-men! Young Avengers too! And other heroes at events!”

She handed him the pictures as he looked them over. He went on a discussion about other things as he did. Mia just nodded quietly listening to him talk and walked out, taking a breath wiping her eyes at Jameson’s rude tone and booming voice. Charlie asked if she was okay and needed a moment before heading back home. Mia nodded sitting at her desk and wiping her eyes grabbing a sip of water, something she understood what Liane and her friends said about Jameson’s attitude towards people can bruise people’s feelings.

But she liked her job, as she was able to take photographs and write articles. After a few moments she picked herself up from the chair and removed her remembering that she had her son to pick up, as she rushed out the building swinging onto the buildings as Ruby Webb. She can deal with her own problems later over dinner or whatever.

~~~

Elliot was sitting in a monster truck as Sandman made a bunch of sand based items for the kids. He was definitely Liane’s son asking for a specific thing, in this case sand toy looking truck.

“Uh, like this?” Sandman looked up at sandy monster truck.

“No!” Elliot sassed him with a big smile, “Make it more like a Hot Wheels toy! With big wheels and a cool door. And flames pictures on the door.”

“Uhhh..”

That’s when Mia swung in waving, “Hey there! I hope he wasn’t too much trouble for ya!”

She climbed over to the monster truck and picked him up, telling him it’s time to go.

Her son smiled, “He made a truck!”

“I can see that, baby! But he got a little lazy on the details huh?” She added.

~~~~

The rest of the day was spend going to the store for a quick shopping trip, buying McDonald’s and playing at the park together. Then Mia swung them home, texting Liane about the grocery she bought, as they unpacked the groceries together.

A couple of hours later, Liane walked in removing her jacket and heels calling out to the house that she’s back home. She smiled seeing the two of them back on the couch once again, right where she left them earlier that morning.

“Aside from the obvious grocery store trip, did you guys get off the couch today?” Liane asked joining them on the couch, guessing there must’ve been something else they did today.

“Only to use the bathroom and wash dirty laundry we had in the hamper.” Mia responded looking up from the iPad.

Of course Elliot answered with a smile, “That’s no true, Mama! We played at the park too and a lot of other stuff. We just sat down to watch Sleeping Beauty and Tangled.”

Liane grinned at the mention of her favorite movies, “Now that’s more like it! Make room for me.”

The three of them sat down cuddling on the couch to watch Sleeping Beauty tonight. Elliot cuddled on his Mama’s lap as Liane rested her head on Mia’s shoulder. She glanced at the brunette for a second, “You okay?”

“Yeah i’m fine..” She added softly, brushing it off.

“Mia.”

“What? I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. I don’t want to call Petra or anyone to know what happened. I’ll find out later after dinner right?”

“Um..yeah. Uh huh. I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay. Oh! Work was good, we got a pretty decent deal on new equipment and the dress we started for Luna is beautiful.”

The brunette smiled at the blonde’s expression and how she explained how her day went. Usually it was the brunette who was listening to her issues and coming up with a smooth form of comfort. The blonde knew something was up but she knew she will find out eventually, so it was better that she leave it alone until later.

Life for them was never always sunshine and rainbows, was it? But they try their best to handle it.

Now just enjoy the movie.

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[imaginespazzi]

Nivi Nivi Nivi. How dare you deliver so spectacularly. Us fluff girls need this kind of reprieve from the delicious angst as my heart is weak and I will fall into a severe depression if not treated tenderly with random fluff chapters. Thank you mommy.

April 2030

AHHHH KK!

Ok this tension is making me sad

Bullying Ice makes me laugh poor gal

Going to the bar, ok I know immediately where this is headed lol

Azzi loves to say WIFE with such distain. I don't think we gave credence to how upset the whole Olivia situation made her. I think she prob felt she didn't have the right to be upset. But she fucking hates her hahah. 👰🏽‍♀️🔪⛹🏽‍♀️

"there isn't a wife" i don't know why but this phrasing is very funny

Ok can I just say I really like how you integrated them sleeping together here. I know you said writing the chapter with 2 sex scenes in shades of blue almost killed you lol, but as the leader of the horny anons, a reference to them having sex still satisfies me greatly haha

April 2033 - Officially not the book of Mormon.

ok wow I really expected this to pick up right where we left off with them going right from the bathroom to the bed. They have restraint that I certainly don't have.

"Because the last couple of weeks had been hell. The stupid rules had been hell. Going slow had been hell. "

YA WE KNOW ITS BEEN HELL FOR US TOO. -> How has Azzi been surviving this either, we know she is equally as horny as P. Must have a really good rabbit or hitachi magic wand or gotten a custom vibrator made in the shape of paiges fingers that is keeping her more level headed than paige

“are you cold?” lol Azzi this is lame you nerd

“I think- I think her bed might be a little small for you.” ok this is a funny visual but actually cute cause she has probably gotten into Stephies bed to read to her at night and picturing her all hunched and uncomfortable is adorable

“make me stop thinking.” -> CHOIR OF ANGELS SING HALLLLLLLELUJAH, HALLLLELUJAH, HALLLLLEEEELLLUJAHHHHHHH

Ok you said before you don't consider yourself a great smut writer but I have to again say you are AMONG THE BEST. You are so incredible at conveying the intimacy/rawness of sex without being over the top/porny lol. I love the details of this scene sooo much, I've read it about 4 times already

Azzi kissing paiges body and noting everything she missed 😭😭😭😭

“missed all of this. Missed everything about you. Missed you so much baby.” -> I COULD CRY. I am cry. 😭😭😭

“Please what?” Azzi asks coyly, fingers moving at a faster face as she hides a grin against Paige’s neck, “gotta tell me what you want baby.” -> AZZI YOU WILEY MINX

“How have you gotten better at that? Actually you know what never mind,” Paige shakes her head, “I don’t want to know that.” -> hahaha Paige don't worry Clem didn't teach her new French fingering techniques.

Azzi being vulnerable about her body my sweet sweet baby

“Hey,” Paige whispers, lifting the younger woman’s chin back up before pressing their foreheads together, “talk to me baby.” -> wow so this whole time they just needed to bang to turn into excellent communicators?!

THE OTHER TIME? You are telling me they had sex again between the flashback from the beginning of the chapter and now?!?!!? OHHH you little easter bunny you 🐣. I am thinking this was some kind of Olympics related drunken celebration in 2032 - which would be like 6 months before the start of the story 😮 . And that probably ended badly in the 'LAST TIME' Jana references in chapter 1. Cause something fucked up happened between April 2030 and the beginning of the story for sure. You weave a real web Nivi! 🕸️

they keep calling each other Baby and I can't take it and I hope it continues

Ok did not see Azzi having a tattoo coming. Hot. Wonder if Paige has one. A big OLIVIA on her butt cheek she tried to cover with a map of Bolivia

Azzi returns from the bathroom with a smile and a damp cloth as she hops back onto the bed, gently dabbing it between Paige’s thighs. -> ok this is really intimate and sweet, brb going to give my gf shit for never doing this for me

April 2033 part 2

Ok I am normally a Paige girl but you are really converting me to an Azzi girl with these visuals. Waking up to Azzi reading in glasses sign me up

“Yeah you did,” a soft smile takes over Paige’s features as she leans up to brush her lips against Azzi’s, “you came back.” -> D'AWWWWWW

I knew Stephie and Katie were gonna pussyblock them in the morning 🐈🙅🏽‍♀️🙅‍♀️

"you’re not my dirty little secret or anything." -> ok I know his made P happy to hear, but actions speak louder than words. Not hiding her in her house from family is not the same as being open in public. STEP IT UP FUDD.

"I’m not quite ready to tell Stephie about us" -> ok girl she is a smart kid she is going to figure it out soon with all these sleepovers and ya'll are not going to be able to keep your hands to yourself no that you are going coital -> These bitches need to have a status convo. cmoooooon be gf/gf.

April 2033 part 3

LOL at Katie smirking in the background of this scene. She seems like the kind of parent that doesn't shy away from talking about sex, and liking Usher with his shirt off.

YOU GUYS HAD A SLEEPOVER WITHOUT ME -> hahah oh Stephie girl trust you don't want to witness any part of that sleepover. In about 10 years you are going to be disgusted by the sounds you hear when their door is locked. Get the girl some sound cancelling BOSE* headphones. *this review is sponsored by Bose.

Stephie milking it. Ok Paige is hilarious but this scene actually got me thinking, there is going to be a time where Paige shifts a little to be more responsible/parental with her Stephie interactions. I am curious how that change might come. I honestly can't picture her disciplining her but its part of being a parent, so she's gotta learn how to do it and not give in all the time!

In-N-Out just makes me think of those pictures of Paige's fine ass at the espys eating a double double in that suit. rawr.

And Paige thinks that when all is said and done, when she looks back on her life, she’ll remember this moment as the one where everything started to finally come together. -> I hope so Paige, but the person writing you can be evil sometimes so who knows

Well, this was fantastic. I love you, you spoil us, praise be to Nivi. 🤱🏻💜

Mommy remains insane work but I had a little tiny hunch you would enjoy this chapter lmao <3

Poor Ice fr fr

Olivia and Azzi really and truly don't fw each other and for good reason.

I simply could not write 2 smut scenes in the same chapter again. I don't know how I did it then but I certainly could not do it now like I'm ngl writing smut makes me cring and I have to repeat "for the people, for the plot" to myself life sermon while I'm doing it

LMAO no longer the book of mormon at all

IN THE SHAPE OF PAIGE'S FINGERS LMFAO (hmmm ideas for myself)

Thank you! I will never think it of myself but I'm glad y'all had fun and your horniness has been fulfilled lol

That post-coital communication is just different what can I say

I am Spider-Writer welcome to my web that I myself am slightly wrapped up in because I keep weaving and occasionally forget where the threads are going lmao

HEY LISTEN AZZI'S TAKING BABY STEPS AT LEAST SHE'S MOVING

Katie has no shame and she will not let anyone else be ashamed either and I love her for it

I think there's still a little while before Paige is going to become more disciplinarian with her but she is eventually gonna have to learn, you're right.

Also

Yes this was my favorite part too tee hee

[andstuffsketches]

[two drawings of spider-man OCs: 1. a black and purple costume with cyan highlights and web “wings” under the arms. they are swinging on a web with one foot stuck out in front of them. 2. a white and pale blue costume with dark pink highlights and a matching cropped jacket and skate-like boots. They are skating backwards on a line of ice, shooting out a web behind them that crackles with ice.]

revamped Void Spider (@the-blue-phantom‘s spidersona) and Ice Spider (mine) for ATSV 🕸️

[reputayswift]

you’re 🫵 talking shit 🤬💩📰 for the hell of it 😈💁‍♂️ adDICTed 😍 to beTRAYal 🚶‍♀️🗡️😈🤞 but you’re relevant 💁‍♂️📰 you’re terrified 😨…to look dOwn 👀👇…'cause if you DARE 🫣 you’ll see the GLARE 😡😡😡 of evERYone you bURned 🔥😭🔥😭🔥😭🔥 just to get there 🤑💰…it’s coming back 😨💸🔥…arOUnd 🔄…and I 🙋‍♀️ keep my SIDE 👉😇 of the street clEeEAn 🛣️🫧🧹🧼…YOU 👉👿 wouldn’t KNOW 🤔 what I MEAN 🤷‍♂️... ‘cause karma is my BOYfriend 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 karma is a GOD 🙏 karma is the BREEZE 🌬️ in my HAIR 👱‍♀️ on the WEEK-end 🗓️🏝️ karma’s a relaXING 🧖‍♀️💆‍♀️ THOUGHT! 😌💭 (aren’t you 🤔 enviOUS 🟩 😡 that for YOU 🫵 it’s NOT!! 🙅‍♀️) sweet! like! hon-eeey~ 🍯 KARma is a CAT 🐈 PURRing in my LAP 🐱🧎‍♀️ (‘cause it LOVES ME!! 😻🙋‍♀️) flexin’ 💪👸 like a godDAMN acro-BAT 🤸‍♀️ ME AND KARMA VIBE LIKE THAT!!! 🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️ spider boy 🕷️🙍‍♂️ king of thieves 🤴🏃‍♂️💰🏦 weave yOur LIttle WEBS 🕸️ of opACity 🫥 my pennies made 🏃‍♂️🪙...your CROWN 😏👑...trick me ONCE 🪄���🃏☝️ trick me TWICE 🪄🎩🃏✌️ doN'T YOu know 🤔 that CASH 💸 ain't the only PRICE? 🧍‍♂️😡😡😡 it’s coming back 🏃‍♂️💨🏃‍♀️🏃🏃‍♂️…arOUnd 🔄 and I 🙋‍♀️ keep my SIDE 👉😇 of the street clEeEAn 🛣️🫧🧹🧼…YOU 👉👿 wouldn’t KNOW 🤔 what I MEAN 🤷‍♂️… ‘cause karma is my BOYfriend 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 karma is a GOD 🙏 karma is the BREEZE 🌬️ in my HAIR 👱‍♀️ on the WEEK-end 🗓️🏝️ karma’s a relaXING 🧖‍♀️💆‍♀️ THOUGHT! 😌💭 (aren’t you 🤔 enviOUS 🟩 😡 that for YOU 🫵 it’s NOT!! 🙅‍♀️) sweet! like! hon-eeey~ 🍯 KARma is a CAT 🐈 PURRing in my LAP 🐱🧎‍♀️ (‘cause it LOVES ME!! 😻🙋‍♀️) flexin’ 💪👸 like a godDAMN acro-BAT 🤸‍♀️ ME AND KARMA VIBE LIKE THAT!!! 🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️ ask me 🤔 what I learned 👩‍🎓 from all those YEARS 👩🏼‍🦱👱‍♀️💇🏼‍♀️👩🏻‍🦳👩🏼‍🦱👩🏼📆, ask me 🤔 what I earned 🫰 from all those TEARS 😭, ask me why so many fade 🫥🫥🫥…but I’m stilllll HeEe(🗣️I’m still)EeE(🗣️I’m still)eE(🗣️🗣️🗣️HERE)RE!!!!!!!! 💁‍♀️‘Cause karma 🤭 is the thundeeeer 🌩️ rattling 🫨 your GROUND 🕳️ karma’s 😤 on your SCENT 👃 like a BOUNty HUNTeeeer 🐅 karma’s gonna TRACK 🕵️‍♀️ you DOWN 👇 (step-by-step-from-town-to-TOWN) 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️💨 sweet. 🍯 like. just-ice 🦸‍♀️🤜💥🦹‍♂️ ⚖️👩‍⚖️ karma is a QUEEN 👸 karma takes all my friends 🫂 to the summ-it 🏔️🏃‍♀️🏃🏃‍♂️ karma is the GUY 🙋‍♂️ on the SCREEN 📺 COMING STRAIGHT 🏃‍♂️ HOME 🏠 TO ME!! 💁‍♀️ ‘cause karma is my BOYfriend 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 karma is a GOD 🙏 karma is the BREEZE 🌬️ in my HAIR 👱‍♀️ on the WEEK-end 🗓️🏝️ karma’s a relaXING 🧖‍♀️💆‍♀️ THOUGHT! 😌💭 (aren’t you 🤔 enviOUS 🟩 😡 that for YOU 🫵 it’s NOT!! 🙅‍♀️) sweet! like! hon-eeey~ 🍯 KARma is a CAT 🐈 PURRing in my LAP 🐱🧎‍♀️ (‘cause it LOVES ME!! 😻🙋‍♀️) flexin’ 💪👸 like a godDAMN acro-BAT 🤸‍♀️ ME AND KARMA VIBE LIKE THAT!!! 🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️ karma is my BOYFRIEnd...karma is a god....hmhmm...karma's a relaxing...thought~

[dekko-61]

SPIDER-GIRL TICKLE SAGA (Part-1)

NEW YORK CITY: A teenager swings through the city on brown rope grappling hooks he throws across buildings with expert precision. Will:”Today I will be hunting down the mutant human hybrids of this fine city that go by the name of heroes,”he says to himself as he swings around the city jotting down notes in his miniature note pad. He then lands on the street. He then looks around,”but first, time to get my chow on”,he says looking maliciously. Will kicks through the window of a restaurant as he causes a ruckus tearing about furniture and tables around him, he then skips into the kitchen. His destruction causing street level panic in and outside the restaurant. He then Skips out with a collection of food in his hand as he looks around at the Terrified crowd. “Man I’d be scared too, if the food here didn’t suck so bad”,he laughs. As Will walks outside, he can see a costumed heroine swing from a building and land gracefully on the ground in front of him. She wears a red and blue spandex suit and has a sexy body. “Huh, a villain robbing a food place? That’s a new one. Who might you be?” She says in a confident and joking tone. She stands across from Will, observing him. Will:”Huh? Are you a power ranger?” Will walks up to her. Will:”Wait you look familiar? You were on tv last night, weren’t you? Ice gladiators right?” He says snapping his fingers. “Yeah, that’s me. You a fan?” She says in a cocky tone. The heroine seems confidant and almost a bit full of herself. The name’s Spider-Girl, and I’m gonna be taking you to jail.” Will:”Jail huh, so is that a challenge? I will warn you, I won’t be holding back Spider Lady.” Will forms his hands into fist before he holds out both of them a purple knives mysteriously appears in his hands, he then throws them in her direction. Will:”Heads up!”,he grins. The knives fly towards Spider-Girl as she swiftly does a backflip over them and landing on her feet. “Ha, you’re gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna hit me!” The heroine then shoots some web in his direction. Will gets annoyed as the webs 🕸️ attach to his hands trapping him, in anger he yells as they then rip through the webbing. Will:”You should pay more close attention web lady!” He smirks as the knives turn swirling back towards her, as they lightly slice through parts of her suit leaving behind small cut marks and holes within the back of her suit. “Ah!” Spider-Girl shouts in pain as the knives cut through the back of her suit. A bit of her back now exposed from the damage. She begins taking Will more seriously. It seems he’s a lot more capable than she would’ve thought. After recovering, she shoots a web on his chest and flies in, attempting to kick him. Will:”Ack!”, he gasps with air as the kick slams through his stomach. Will in anger grinds his teeth as he grabs Spider-Girl’s stomach and slams her to the ground. Will:”Take that!” Will starts fall over as he slowly stands up dizzy,”too much energy…”,he says slowly as he pulls out a glowing wooden staff that rejuvenates his energy, he then jumps up standing determined. “Nnnnhhhh!” Spider-Girl moans as she hits the ground hard. She then looks up to see his mysterious staff and how he becomes full of energy again. “You’re just full of tricks, aren’t you?” She says cockily as she stands up, preparing for an attack. Will:”Look Web Girl your Kung fu acrobatics stand little against my enigmatic enchantments!” He points his staff in her direction. While determined both weren’t paying attention to the crowd that surrounded their little fight across the streets of New York, many started , recording, streaming and taking pictures. “Ha, we’ll see about that! I’ve seen worse!” She says confidently. Spider-Girl then looks around, noticing the huge crowd surrounding them. “Better stop this guy fast so no one gets hurt.” She says to herself. The spandex clad heroine then rushes towards him, attempting another kick.

[aranaboricua]

@blackwingsbluedings - REQUESTED

↪ Based on Spider-Man 97

🕷️ → ❝ This is....A fancy ass car. Is it something like on Bel-Air? ❞

The young Spider climbs down from her web as she sees a black Chevrolet with BAT WINGS in the middle of the street. She has never seen something like this before. It looks so expensive and futuristic. If only she had the money to create something like this. Rio was tempted to TOUCH the front engine.

[girlofindustry]

Water inspired jewelry on this rainy Bay Area day. Quartz crystals crocheted on a long necklace like dewdrops on a spider’s web. With melting-ice glass earrings 🕸️💧✨ #crochetjewelry #alexisberger #flameworking #ガラスジュエリー #lampwork #bijoux #schmuck #schmuckkunst #glaskunst #handmadejewelry https://www.instagram.com/p/CnDCQRxyafA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[webslingerx]

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Basic tag system

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ic dash chatter: Peter Here! (Peter speaks freely on dash about anything. Could be jokes, facts ect. These are not open starters but maybe could be?)

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cw spiders

(I won’t tag blood, violence, swearing ect due to the games theme BUT I will tag things if asked so don’t be afraid to ask me! All CW tags will be listed here once updated!

[jointhearumanati]

MHA POKEMON GYM LEADERS OF EVERY TYPE

🪴Grass🪴: Izuku Midoriya- Bulbasaur(lv.11), Rowlet(lv.13) Badge: Hedge Badge🪴

🪷Water🪷: Tsuyu Asui- Froakie(lvl.16), Lombre(lv.18) Badge: Lotus Badge🪷

💥Fire💥: Katsuki Bakugo- Arcanine(Lv.22), Quilava(Lv.22), Turtonator(lvl.24) Badge: Explosion Badge💥

🔊Normal🔊: Hizashi Yamada- Chatot(lv.28), Galarian Linoone(lvl.28), Loudred(lvl.30) Badge: Loud Badge 🔊

🕸️Bug🕸️: Galvantula(lvl.31) Ariados(lvl.31), Leavanny(lvl.33), Badge: Web Badge 🕸️

💋Poison💋: Kayama Nemuri- Arbok(lvl.37),Seviper(lvl.37), Shiny Salazzle(lvl.39) Badge: Toxic Badge💋

Ground: Cementoss- Donphan(lvl.46),Diggersby(lvl.46), Mega Steelix(lvl.48) Badge: Urban Badge

Ice: ❄️Shoto Todoroki❄️- Glaceon(lvl.49), Alolan Ninetales(lvl.49), Galarian Darmanitan Zen Mode(lvl.51) Badge: Glacier Badge❄️

Flying: 🪶Hawks🪶- Skarmory(lvl.56), Talonflame(lvl.56), (lvl.56) Braviary(lvl.56), Mega Pidgeot(lvl.58) Badge: Feather Badge🪶 Electric:⚡Denki Kaminari⚡- Zebstrika(lvl.64), Luxray(lvl.64), Emolga(lvl.56), Raichu(lvl.66) Badge: Bolt Badge⚡

Psychic: 🧠Shinso Hitoshi🧠- Espeon(lvl.71), Meowstic♀️(lvl.71), Hypno(lvl.71), Malamar(lvl.73)/ Badge: Brain Badge🧠

Ghost: 🤐Shota Aizawa🤐: Dusclops(lvl.78), Cofagrigus(lvl.78), Hisuian Zoroark(lvl.78), Mega Banette(lvl.80). Badge: Zipper Badge🤐

Dark: 🌑Tokoyami Fumikage🌑- Hydreigon(lvl.85), Haunchkrow(lvl.85), Corviknight(lvl.85), Mega Absol(lvl.87). Badge: Eclipse Badge🌑

Fairy: 🍰Sato🍰- Granbull(lvl.92), Bewear(lvl.92), Slurpuff(lvl.92), Gigantimax Alcremie strawberry (lvl.94) Badge: Sugar Badge🍰

Steel: Tenya Iida: Klinklang(lvl.99), Magnezone(lvl.99), Skarmory(lvl.99), mega Metagross(lvl.101)

To be continued maybe

[jeanniebug623]

🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 5: Waking Nightmare

Quaritch stood by the wall, sat on the floor, paced the room...but he did not leave Spider’s room. The boy had fallen asleep easily with two minutes of saying he was tired. Neither of them knew just how tired.

Six hours of watching the kid sleep and dismissing his men when they offered to share the watch, Quaritch heard the quietest groan come the bed he’d leveled out so Spider could sleep as comfortably as possible while still in the four-point restraints. Spider – or should he say Miles – had asked a cryptic question before falling asleep. 

“Will you be here when he wakes up…?” 

Quaritch held his breath as he approached the side of the bed. Who was waking up? 

Spider groaned again, much louder this time as he tried to roll over. Of course, he went nowhere and came to in a dazed panic. He clumsily tried to pull his limbs free and looking around in the dim room franticly. 

“What the hell is going on...?” Spider asked himself, not even aware Quaritch was standing there. 

“Spider?” Quaritch asked, sensing relief when the boy looked in his direction. His bioluminescent design caught Spider’s attention, but he didn’t look any less upset. But at least he’d responded to the name. 

“What the hell is going on?”, he repeated, this time directed at the colonel, “Why am I tied up?!” 

“Just a precaution, kid.” Quaritch said quietly as he moved over to the bedside, crouching down to be on his eye level, “How you feeling, tiger?” 

Spider stared at him like it was obvious how upset he was. But it only lasted a few seconds. He closed his eyes tightly and laid his head back flat. He let out a sigh and his breath shook on the inhale before letting it out again slowly. 

“Spider...?” Quaritch asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Even though the boy didn’t turn to look at him, he didn’t try to bite him either so the other side of him that went by Miles wasn’t who he was talking to. 

“Ma Eywa...it all fucking happened...” Spider’s managed to tighten his eyelids even more and spoke cracked voice, “...did I hurt anyone? Like...bad?” 

“Nothin’ an ice pack and a few stitches can’t fix.” Quaritch said. He could feel the tiny human frame shaking upon hearing the confirmation that Spider’d attacked someone. Quaritch kept his voice quiet and calming, maintaining contact so he felt something other than padded restraints and a starchy hospital blanket. “Spider...do you know what happened?” 

Spider shrugged awkwardly against the limited movement the wrist cuffs offered and shook his head. His next exhale came out shaky as he suppressed a lot of guilt and overwhelming emotions. He bit his lip hard. Quaritch was afraid it would split when he didn’t speak. 

“Hey...” Quaritch said as he gave the boy’s shoulder a light squeeze, “Trust me, kid, there’s nothin’ you could say that’ll make me walk away right now. But I need to know you’re ok. So I can at least get you out of those cuffs...” 

“I don’t...” Spider said with a tight throat, “I don’t know...it’s, like...?” 

The recom stared at the boy as he struggled to find the words, but he didn’t say a damn thing. He was not going to rush him. Whoever this alternate personality was clearly was NOT someone Spider was proud of. 

“Have you ever...” Spider started, as he opened his eyes narrowly at the ceiling then rolled his head towards Quaritch, “You know, like...when you have a bad dream? And you wake up but you can’t tell if you’re...um...you know, actually awake?” 

Ever since meeting this wild child in the forest, Quaritch had never seen him look anything less than strong and defiant. But now? He looked vulnerable and uncertain. And he didn’t want to insult the kid by thinking that. He nodded thoughtfully at the question. Yes...Quaritch had MANY waking nightmares over his years. 

“You feel like you’re dreaming?” Quaritch asked to clarify. 

“Kind of...?” Spider asked, not sure of himself, “It’s more like when you try to go back to sleep...and you just go right back into the dream. You don’t know if you’re awake...or if you’re in control...” 

Fucking hell... 

“Spider...” Quaritch said, realizing he’d gone rigid and stopped pulling against the restraints when the colonel confirmed he’d acted violently. Like he was too dangerous to let loose. But Quaritch was not afraid. “I’m going to undo these straps, alright?” 

Spider took in a deep breath and let it out. Internal struggle was all over his face. He didn’t want to be tied up but he’d hurt someone. Sure, he’d been fighting against the soldiers who’d dragged him from one cell to another. Jerked away from contact when one of the recoms got too close. But a doctor or nurse or whoever was trying to help him? He’d never attack someone for genuinely trying to help... 

“One at a time, ok? You’ll tell me how you feel.” Quaritch said as he leaned his long arms down to the boy’s ankle furthest from him and undid the tight cuff trapping his leg. “You good?” 

“Yea...” Spider said quietly. He felt the other ankle cuff released and pulled his stiff legs up a bit to bend his knees. 

Quaritch leaned back to his crouching position next to the bed, staring at the kid’s profile before going to remove the wrist cuffs. The boy Miles that he was dealing with earlier had very manic traits. Obsessive eye contact, unpredictable responses, antagonizing verbalizations. The colonel had seen his share of crazy and seen those symptoms before. Spider, on the other hand, looked upset and remorseful for what Miles had done. 

“It’s ok, Spider.” Quaritch said. Making sure to say his chosen name instead of a nickname. 

“It’s not ok...I-I...” Spider bit his lip again, drawing specks of blood from his teeth, “I don’t like it. I don’t like him. He doesn’t...feel right.” 

Quaritch felt a shard chip off his frozen heart. Despite his very feral behavior, this kid had a big heart that didn’t like unnecessary violence. He obviously would fight tooth and nail for those hybrid Sully kids but out of defense. Spider had a good and loyal soul; Miles had an untethered, rageful one. 

“When did you start to notice Miles?” Quaritch asked. Spider looked at him confused so he elaborated, “Seems to be what he wants to go by...” 

Spider rolled his eyes at his own inner demon on the loose but answered to the best of his knowledge, “After the third time...I think.” 

“Third time in the neuroscanner?” Quaritch said with a growl, his ears going back and tail curling. 

“Yea, I think so...” Spider said, closing his eyes again to try and block out that particular waking nightmare. 

“Spider, II was not aware you’d been subjected to that machine other than the times I was there.” the colonel said quickly, trying to temper his anger from his conversation with Ardmore. 

“Does it matter?” Spider asked, opening his eyes to him. And damn it...did the kid look hurt when he asked... 

Quaritch felt an unfamiliar form of guilt that made him shut his trap real fast. No, it probably didn’t. Spider was still a sixteen-year-old boy who just happened to have been raised by the enemy and caught by the RDA. What part of that made such extreme forms of interrogation and mental torture allowable? 

The boy didn’t wait for an answer. Maybe no answer would be good enough. He looked back at the ceiling, his eyes darting around like he was trying to figure out how to deal with his alter ego, who went by a name he tried so hard to erase. His voice was quietly and cracking again when he asked, “What’ll happen to me now...?” 

Despite the still lingering guilt, Quaritch’s ears perked up with determination as he reached across Spider’s body to undo the cuff furthest away then straight to removing the last one. 

“We get you the help you need.” Quaritch said with a determined tone. 

“We?” Spider asked as he let the recom’s strong hands help him sit up. 

“Damn straight, kid.” Quaritch said, keeping a bracing hand on the kid’s back. “Can’t ask for better resources between the medical staff and former Avatar program science pukes on how to get the brain working proper.” 

“What if I can’t be fixed?” Spider asked, nervous of failure and tempting Miles to come out. Part of him wanted to just run away into the forest like he had from day one but deep down? Now he was afraid to...High Camp technology was outdated and Na’vi medicine might not help a human like him... 

“I’m not damaged!” Miles’ tone of Spider’s voice echoed in the back of Quaritch’s mind. 

“Then we figure out how to make it so you control him.” 

[jedijesi]

Caught In the Cat's Web Chapter 6

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Violence, Fluff, Smutty, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 5k+

Summary: Felicia and Miguel go undercover at the Mafia's gala to retrieve the Green Goblin's mask.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER SO FAR!

Nueva York, Earth-838

Felicia woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. The dull pain throbbed behind her eyes as she blinked and tried to regain her bearings. 

"Good morning, sleepy head," a voice, soft yet unexpected, startled the poor woman. Felicia's eyes darted toward the source, and there stood LYLA with a mischievous smirk on her digital face.

"Fuck! How long have you been here?" Felicia asked, her heartbeat still racing from the sudden surprise.

"Miguel asked me to watch over you. Your vitals are great, no concussion, thankfully. You're just gonna be sore." Lyla's figure flickered as she glitched around Felicia, her artificial eyes inspecting her wounds with a concerned gaze.

“O-Oh.” Felicia looked around the room, remembering how the night ended yesterday. “Is Miguel here?” 

“On his way back, actually. Want me to alert him?”

Felicia shook her head, her hand instinctively moving to her temple, massaging the throbbing headache that seemed to intensify with each movement. She winced, trying to fight off the persistent discomfort before speaking. "No, no, that's alright," she murmured. "I should sneak out." 

“Sneak out?” Miguel questioned as he opened the door. “That's not very polite.” 

“You eavesdrop, now?” 

Miguel rolls his eyes, “Super hearing plus thin walls makes it easy to hear your loud ass voice.” He says as he strides over to the side of the bed. “Here.” He says’ holding out a cup for Felicia. 

“What's this?” She hesitantly takes the drink. 

“You always get an iced latte with oat milk” He shrugs.

“What did you do to it?” She asks, taking off the lid and giving it a sniff. 

“Be grateful, you brat.” Miguel crosses his arms. Felicia smirks at the remark, she slowly takes a careful sip, humming at how the flavor runs down her throat. Miguel sits on the bed next, facing Felicia. “May I?” He gestures to the bandages. 

Felicia nods, watching Miguel as he slowly and meticulously removes her bandages. He reaches to the bedside table where he left an extra towel from last night, using it to wipe the leftover healing gel from Felicia’s skin. 

“How’s it looking, doc?” 

“No more gashes, just faint scratches your makeup can easily cover,” Miguel says as his thumb slowly runs over each faint cut. 

“My hero.” Felica purrs teasingly but stops in her tracks as Miguel’s thumb runs along the cut below her bottom lip. 

Felicia’s trance is broken as Miguel stands from the bed. “LYLA’s making the final adjustments on your suit to make it withstand more power, so it should be ready before we go to work today.” He says as he walks out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, Felicia following. 

“Well in that case I can’t wait. Not to say that this very oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts aren’t the look.” She teases.

Miguel looks at her with a dark look on his face, a slight smile forms from her witty response as he walks down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Felicia sits down at the kitchen counter on the barstool, Miguel across from her leaning over the counter so he stands at her level. Her body language changes drastically from sass to insecurity, her hands tentatively holding onto her coffee cup.

She decides to be the first one to talk. “Look um- about last night-”

“Felicia…” Miguel cuts her off. His hands on the counter slowly move closer to hers the more they speak. “I know I don’t seem like the most approachable in these kinds of things, but um- you can always come to me. I don't want you to feel like you can't call for backup or that you're alone.” 

Felicia nods to him in gratitude. She had never noticed it before, the way his eyes looked right now. Who would’ve thought that the always cold, warning glare could become so soft, so fast? They got so caught up just staring at each other that they almost didn’t hear LYLA greet them.

“Ahem!” LYLA clears her throat. “Are you two going to stare at each other like lost puppies still or can I finally say my piece?” 

“What is it LYLA?” Miguel asks begrudgingly.

“We just got an alert from the vault. There was a pretty nasty fight with the an unidentified subject last night. Looks like they stole the Green goblins mask from the vault and left the universe, Miguel.” 

Miguel now stands up straight, face etched with concern about the high price of tech being stolen, especially in the wrong hands. “Were you able to track them down? Get a precise location?” 

“Was I able to track them down, of course I was! Why else would I be here?” She asks mockingly. “It looks like there’s going to be an auction tonight in Earth- 1048 at 9. If my calcs are correct they’ll try to sell that thing for cuckoo bucks to the local gangs and VIPs such as Hammerhead and Kingpin.”

“Okay so we go in stealthy, get the mask, get out. Simple Tuesday afternoon.”

“Sorry Mig, but not so easy this time.” 

“Great.” He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. ”Why’s that Lyla?”  

“Not only is it an auction, but looks like there's going to be their annual gala beforehand. And unfortunately, the place is well locked up and guarded with all the VIP, so you’re gonna have to go to the gala, Miguel.” LYLA says with a smirk. 

“Alright then undercover it is. Alert Jessica to get ready.” 

“She's taking the weekend off with her fiance, remember?” 

Miguel frowns. “I can just do it alone then.” LYLA shakes her head no. Miguel lets out a heavy sigh as LYLA glitches to Felicia, making large gestures to her. 

“Don’t worry big boy you had me at valuable. I’d love to come with and browse.” Felicia rises from her chair, scantily walking over to where Miguel and LYLA stand. 

“No. I don't think so.” Miguel scoffs. 

Felicia rolls her eyes, “You remember I used to do this like every weekend for fun, right? If anything I’m more qualified than you.” 

Miguel hates how right she is. “Felicia, are you sure you’re even feeling up to this?” He questions her.

Felicia nods. “I miss this stuff, plus I could use a distraction anyway.” 

Taking a moment to pace the kitchen, Miguel hesitantly agrees. “Alright then. We’ll meet in the conference room later, form a plan, and get dressed for the part.”

LYLA starts jumping excitedly, “Oooohhhh I can’t wait to start working on your aliases!” 

After Felicia puts on some more presentable clothes, she and Miguel call a meeting in the conference room to inform Miguel’s group of highly-ranked Spider-People. Miguel and Felicia stand at the front of the room, watching as decorated members swing in, filling up the room. 

Miguel clears his throat before grabbing the attention of the Spider-People. “We summoned you here today because there was a break-in at the Vault late last night.” A series of whispers ensues as Spider-People panic, trying to understand what's going on. “Enough!” Miguel bangs his fist on the table to bring the commotion to a standstill. “When Jessica Drew gets back from her leave, the two of us and LYLA will conduct an investigation. For now, the Vault tower is off limits, understand?” Heads nod in response to Miguel’s demands. 

LYLA appears in the middle of the table to take over. “Tonight is a Gala for some of the largest crime families and VIPs. That's where the wings are. All of you are to be on stand-by while Miguel and Felicia infiltrate-”

“Felicia? Felicia Hardy?” A Spider-Man stands up, scoffing. “Come on! We all know the infamous Black Cat, if you wanna launch an investigation, start with her.” Felicia feels her blood boil, trying her best to contain herself. “She's probably using us all to get her dirty paws all over the Vault.”

“Don’t you accuse me! I’m innocent!” Felicia leans over the long table, pointing her finger at the smug spider. 

“Why don’t you just settle down there, son, and let them speak, alright?” Web-Slinger speaks up, trying to get the heat off of Felicia. 

The Spider-man rolls his eyes, “Yeah? Where’s your suit? You ditch it after the security cameras saw you in it? Wearing that trashbag isn't gonna make you innocent.” He gestures to the large black hoodie Miguel gave Felicia. 

“Felicia Hardy has nothing to do with this!” Miguel snaps, his booming voice startling the crowd of heroes. “You have no right to know the details of her whereabouts last night, I personally, oversaw her mission and her locations. If I hear someone accuse the Night Spider or judge her based on her variants, we will be having a one-on-one talk, understood?.” The heads of each Spider-Person in the room nod, feeling the intensity of Miguel’s statement. Felicia on the other hand, stood there in surprise, studying the stern look on Miguel’s face. “Felicia and I will be heading out tonight. LYLA, fill them in on the rest, we're done.” Miguel grabs Felicia by the hand, dragging her out of the meeting. 

“Miguel?” Felicia tries to gain the hysteric man’s attention as he storms down the hall, with her in hand. 

Once the two enter the elevator, Miguel turns to Felicia with regretful eyes. “I’m sorry that Spider-Man accused you.” 

Felicia shrugs. “I've been accused of a lot worse. Are you alright, though?” 

Miguel nods. “Yeah, it's just that… I know you've been through a lot within the past 12 hours and I really didn't want to make things worse. You didn’t deserve that.” 

The elevator doors ding open, prompting the two to walk out and down the hall to Miguel’s Penthouse. “Is it alright if I shower? Maybe get some makeup for these cuts?”

“Of course, mí casa es tú casa.” Miguel nods. “I’ll have LYLA deliver your outfit and supplies to your room for when you're done.  

LYLA had completed all the planning for the heist, the only left to be done was dressing the part. Out of everything, getting dressed was apparently, the most difficult part for Miguel.  

“Just flip this piece over there and then this moves under here. And then tha- Miguel, no! Now you have to start over!” LYLA yells frustratingly at Miguel trying to help him tie his tie to his suit.

“LYLA it’s been a while for me just calm down for a second! I can’t concentrate on all this yelling!” Miguel fires back at her. 

“What’s with all the commotion out here?” Felicia’s voice comes from the hallway. 

It isn’t until she steps out from under the shadows that her full profile is on display, and it’s one that Miguel knows he will never forget. She wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves perfectly with two leg slits that showed off her legs. Her face was made up with smoky eyes and light makeup to cover the bruises and cuts. While her platinum hair was let down resting over her shoulder and perfectly framing her face. When Miguel saw her, he felt his heart skip a beat and neither he nor LYLA could peel their eyes off of her as she sauntered to them. 

“Is that what you call a tie?” She gestures with a giggle to the monstrosity of a knot that gathers around Miguel’s neck. “I’ll help you. Stand still.” Felicia rocked onto her tip-toes to fix Miguel’s tie for him, his eyes never once looking away. Once she was finished she patted it successfully, cheering “All done! Oh by the way I thought these might help with the whole disguise, Mr. Kent.” She says handing him a pair of simple black-rimmed glasses.

“Thank you,” Miguel mumbled to her quietly,  still half flustered with her face being so close to his. 

“Mhm. Are we ready to go?” Felicia asks cheerfully, impatient to take her mind off of the chaos from this past week. 

“Yes, mhmm all ready.” Miguel stutters out. He opens up the portal quickly. Before stepping through after Felicia goes first LYLA sends him off with a not-so-subtle wink and points to Felicia’s outfit. Miguel lowers his head in an attempt to hide his smirk, not wanting Felicia to catch on. 

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New York, Earth-1048

The portal opened up in a dimly lit alley just outside the grand building. The echoes of lively music and joyous laughter reached Felicia and Miguel's ears, promising an evening of revelry and luxury inside.

"Madam," Miguel said with a chivalrous flourish, holding his arm out for Felicia to take. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle, knowing that their mission demanded a bit of theatrics.

"Why, thank you, sir," Felicia purred with a playful smile, slipping her arm through his. Together, they stepped out of the shadows and into the opulent world beyond, bathed in the radiant glow of the gala's lights.

As they entered, the grandeur of the interior overwhelmed them. The intricate marble architecture reached up to the heavens, seemingly daring the stars themselves to shine brighter. Towers of crystal-clear champagne glasses sparkled like liquid diamonds, and candle-lit chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the opulent guests.

The scene before them was a living tableau of wealth and elegance. They couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the intricate marble architecture, towers of champagne, and candle-lit chandeliers. Guests adorned in gowns and tuxedos, with jewels that gleamed like captured stardust, mingled and danced. Each conversation, a whispered secret in the language of the elite. Each step, a waltz through a world of privilege.

Felicia and Miguel stood for a moment, awestruck by the sheer opulence around them. They had infiltrated the heart of affluence, a world of wealth and excess that seemed worlds away from their usual reality. With determination in their hearts and masks of sophistication in place, they prepared to navigate this glittering labyrinth, where secrets and intrigue hid beneath a facade of glamour.

Felicia wanted nothing more than to forget about the green goblin’s helmet and mingle with the mafia wives wearing the biggest stones she’d seen for wedding rings. Instead, she cursed to herself, trying to comprehend why doing the “right thing” was more important. 

“Down, Gatita,” Miguel muttered to Felicia, bumping her side with his elbow to take her out of her trance. “I see you eye-fucking those stones.” Felicia sighed, forcing herself to look away, despite them practically screaming her name. 

The two strut through the gala, offering a series of fake smiles to passing guests. As the waiter waltzs by with a tray of tall champagne glasses, Felicia snags two for her and Miguel, helping them pass as the average party-goer. 

The music from the jazz band stops as the announcer takes the stage. “Thank you, everyone, for attending, the auction will start in twenty minutes.” He informs the crowd before the band continues once again. 

“Come on,” Felicia says, leading Miguel to one of the marble columns at the edge of the crowded grand hall. 

“What are we doing here?” He asks. 

“Scoping out the situation.” She says, taking a sip of her champagne. “What do you see?”

Miguel studies the crowd for a moment as Felicia leans against the column carelessly. “A bunch of rich fucks.” He shrugs. 

Felicia shakes her head in disappointment, swallowing what's left of the champagne in her mouth. “How are you the leader of the Spider Society?” She whispers. “I had a feeling this was your first time, though. Come here.” She wiggles her finger in a come-hither motion, prompting the gigantic man to bend down. Felicia fixes Miguel’s hair, running her fingers through it before subtly pressing a button on the temple tips of the black glasses. Suddenly, Miguel’s world is illuminated with information as the locations of cameras, guards, guns, and the layout of the room are on full display. 

“Holy shit,” Miguel mumbles, blinking his eyes as they adjust to the new scenery. “Do you have a pair?”

Felicia shakes her head as she studies the crowd. “In my goggles, but after a while you start noticing this stuff without them.” She states. “You know the drill.” 

The two wait for the twenty minutes to pass, studying their environment and listening to the band. “Wanna dance?” Felicia nods to the group of couples in front of the stage slow dancing. 

Miguel scolds Felicia. “No.”

“You're no fun.” She huffs, crossing her arms and taking another drink from the waiter passing by. 

The song finishes, leaving Felicia as bored as ever until a sultry melody fills the air of the dazzling ballroom. The soft strains of Feeling Good by Nina Simone reverberated through the space, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. As if drawn by an invisible force, Felicia hands Miguel her glass before finding herself stepping onto the dance floor, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm. As she swayed and twirled, her movements exuded a sensuality that seemed to captivate those around her. A sultry smile graced her lips as she explored her own body with gentle caresses, lost in the music and the euphoria it brought. Amongst the crowd, Miguel leaned casually against a column, his gaze fixed solely on Felicia.

Just as Felicia was caught up in her own world, a stranger from the audience approached her. With confident steps, he joined her on the dance floor, their bodies intertwining like a passionate tango. Though initially intrigued, Miguel's smile gradually faded into a look of discomfort as he watched the other man touch Felicia during their waltz. Miguel still admires the way she is dancing, but a small part of him wishes that he was the one she was dancing with. 

As the song reached its crescendo, the final notes hung in the air before fading away, leaving behind a silence in the crowd. Breaking free from the embrace of the stranger, Felicia graciously thanked him for the dance as he kissed the back of her hand. With a glimmering smile, Felicia made her way back to Miguel's side. Her eyes still sparkling from the excitement, as it had been so long since she had gone to a gala or danced.  

Once the announcer takes the stage, Felicia finishes her glass, trading with Miguel for his full glass and walking off. Miguel walks in the opposite direction to the champagne tower located adjacent to the stage. He places the empty drink down, before focusing on Felicia’s location, highlighted in his new glasses. Through the crowd, he watches as she places thumb-tac-sized devices around the room. 

After a few minutes, Felicia gives Miguel the signal, as she finishes, prompting him to slowly move towards the room behind the stage where the valuables were kept. 

“For our third item of the night, we have Green Goblin’s mask. It's said to have information and recordings of Spiderman, and other super-powered individuals.” The audience oos and aws over the mask, intrigued by all that it holds. “We will be starting the bidding at 3.5 million.” Paddles begin to rise rapidly as the attendees excitedly bid for the one-of-a-kind piece. After a few minutes of bidding, the clack of the gavel on wood echoes through the hall. “Sold for 15.7 million dollars!” 

Miguel tried his best to hide his disgust, but it became difficult as the room of greedy idiots cheered. Finally, a staff member carefully whisks the mask away to the back, prompting Felicia to set off her EMPs and disrupters. Like an earthquake, the building rumbles, creating a series of cracks through the marble infrastructure. Panic radiates through party-goers as Felicia chugs the rest of her drink before blending in with the mayhem. 

While chaos ensues, Miguel slips into the back but is immediately met with six large men, guarding the jewels and valuables of the auction. Not wanting the word to get out of a Spider-man, Miguel doesn't transform into his suit, instead, he cocks his arms, taking a swing at the first man. The others pull out their weapons but are too late as Miguel throws a smoke bomb into the middle, disorienting the men, and hindering their vision. Not wanting to accidentally shoot each other, they don't fire their weapons. However, this gives Miguel the advantage as he solely relies on his spider-sense to locate each man. It doesn't take more than two minutes for Miguel to sneak up on each guard, choking them out, stabbing them with his claws, using their weapon against them, or using his poisonous bite. 

As the smoke clears, the only life left in the room is Miguel. Unfortunately, his suit jacket had been ripped during his maneuvering, forcing him to leave it behind in order to not be suspected of the crime. Hastily, he grabs the Green Goblin mask from its podium, before dashing out of the side doors. 

As Miguel emerges, he finds Felicia waiting for him along with a pile of bloody bodies at her heels. “Finally!” She groans. With the mask in hand, the two sprint to the elevators at the end of the hall. “What took you so damn long?” 

“Long?” Miguel questions, baffled by her question. “There were six guards, I took them out quickly!” 

“I still don't understand why you were so adamant about being the one to get the mask. I could have done all of it without you in half the time!” 

“Take this.” Miguel ignores Felicia, handing her the mask. 

“What why?” 

“I don't have anywhere to hide it, I trust you more with it.”  

Miguel rolls the sleeves of his white button up to his forearms as Felicia presses the elevator button. Once the golden doors open, the two quickly rush inside, pressing the rooftop button, 70 floors up. As soon as the doors shut, they let out the heavy breaths they seemed to be holding, getting a hold of their bearing now that they were in the clear. 

“Well I guess that could’ve gone worse”, Miguel says. 

“Right, yeah, definitely.” Felcica breathes out, resting her elbow on the bar, and leaning back to calm down.

Miguel leans on the elevator wall adjacent to her. “You still have the mask, right?” He asks, paranoid. 

Felicia rolls her eyes in disgust, raising it as proof. “Do you have no faith in me? Of course! You think I would be able to lose something this valuable?” She fires back with a smirk. 

The elevator begins to slow down, signifying the next floor is approaching, only it isn't their floor. Simultaneously, a chill goes down Felicia and Miguel’s spine as their senses tingle, prompting their heads to whip around, looking at each other. 

“Feel that?” Miguel asks. 

“I feel it.” Felicia nods as Miguel searches the elevator for any kind of assistance. 

“We need a distra-” Miguels stops in thought, and moves closer to where Felicia stands in the corner of the elevator, his body now completely covering her and the mask she holds. “Kiss me” He rushes as the elevator dings, signalling the new floor. 

Without hesitation, Felicia’s free hand wrapped around Miguel’s tie, tugging his head down to hers. Their lips press together, trapping them in a fiery kiss. The handful of henchmen who entered the elevator, averted their eyes from the passionate scene, far too uncomfortable to watch. Miguel’s hands firmly wrapped around her waist, while one of Felicia’s hands secretly held the mask against his chest. Her free hand, tugged his hair, pulling a low moan from his throat. 

Eleven floors later, the elevator slowed the pace again to let the group practically run out to leave the two alone again. Miguel and Felicia are barely aware of their absence as their lips mod together, tongues fighting for dominance. Her hand moves around his neck and hairline, occasionally grabbing a lock of his hair, making him groan again, addicted to the sound. Meanwhile, his hands were sliding everywhere desperately exploring Felicia’s body. His strong, calloused hands ran along her waist and up to the pit of her back, where he could feel her strapless bra through her thin dress. Without warning, Miguel scoops her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist for support. He pins her against the wall of the elevator, their bodies pressed together as they continue to kiss and pant heavily. Miguel separates only long enough to start pressing hot, wet kisses down the side of her neck. Felicia panting heavily above him, the feeling of his fangs teasing her neck, driving her wild. His head moves back up to kiss her on her jaw, her chin, and then her lips. Before their lips could reunite the elevator bell dings, announcing they’re arrival on the roof. 

The bell snaps the two out of their trance, both baffled by the moment. Miguel lowers Felicia to her feet before turning to fix his tie and run his finger through his hair to compose himself. Meanwhile, Felicia stands behind the man, catching her breath and adjusting her dress quickly before exiting the elevator in complete silence. Miguel walks the barren rooftop, making sure no one is around before making a portal with his watch back to Headquarters. 

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Nueva York, Earth-838

After emerging from the portal and back into headquarters, they act and look as if nothing ever happened. Their minds play tug of war, one side vowing to never do such a thing again while desperately wanting to recreate the moment. 

In silence, the two rush to the vault where a team of Spider-People and LYLA waits. Felicia hands them the mask before taking a step back, letting Miguel handle the rest, unable to think with her mind clouded.

After, Miguel and Felicia make it back to his apartment. She wasn't sure whether she should stay or leave, but after a moment, she ultimately decided to stay as leaving could make things worse. As soon as they walk in the door they walk their separate ways. Miguel retires in his room while Felicia bolts for hers. She walks into the attached bathroom and splashes cold water on her face in an attempt to wash her thoughts away. This doesn't work though, leaving her to focus on her reflection as she thinks to herself. 

What the hell is happening right now?

She’s unable to stop thinking about how amazing his lips and hands felt on her body. How she wanted- no, needed to feel it again. 

I need to talk to Miguel about this, right? Felicia sighs, letting her head drop in shame. I’m gonna look like such a fool.  

Felicia makes her way to the bedroom door, taking a deep breath before pressing the button to slide it open. She jumps, as she is met with Miguel’s chest. With nobody able to speak, they simply look into each other’s eyes until she sees the way his eyes shift, just like they did in the elevator. 

Not a word had to be uttered before the two crashed their lips into each other once again. Miguel taps her on the leg signaling her to jump up, her legs to wrapping around his waist as he starts to make his way inside the room to the bed. Their lips remain interlocked as he lowers her on the bed. They part for a moment to breathe, causing Felicia to smirk as she sees the way his eyes look at her like she’s his prey. His body hovers over hers as they continue to lock lips once more. Her nails slid along his back, as his knee rubbed against her between her thighs, causing her to gasp at the sensation. Before things could go any further, Felicia lets out a light wince, causing Miguel to pull back immediately, concern written all over his face. 

“What’s wrong, gatitia?” He rubs her thighs in soothing, circular motions. 

“Oh no- nothing, just rubbed a sore bruise from the other night or something that’s all. I guess it still hurts.” She smiles sheepishly. 

Miguel mutters out a soft, “I’m sorry”, taking his hand and gently raising her dress to reveal her aching side before delicately caressing the spot. 

“It’s ok, you didn’t mean to.” She smiles softly, causing Miguel to reciprocate as he leans back down. Before their lips could meet again, a knock sounded at the door. 

“Fuck.” Miguel groans with annoyance. “One moment!” He yells as he reluctantly stands up to answer, leaving Felicia to hastily fix her dress before following him down the stairs. 

He opens the door revealing Webslinger with a lopsided grin. “Hey partner how’d the mission go?” He peeks inside to see Felicia standing by the end of the couch in her breathtaking dress, tilting his hat in greeting pairing it with a smirk.

“It went just fine, thanks for asking.” Miguel says, lacking emotion. 

“Yeah, anything I need to take care of down at the vault for ya, boss? Put your mind at ease?”

“No thank you, it's all been taken care of. For future reference, you might wanna chat with LYLA about stuff. We’ll cover everything in the meeting tomorrow morning, alright.” He said before pressing the button to slide the door shut before Web-Slinger could utter a sound.

He turns back to Felicia, who has a small, shy smile on her face, her hand fingers with the ring she wore. “I’m probably gonna turn in for tonight, what with today’s events and all.” 

Miguel hesitates to respond, wanting to ask her about everything. “Yeah, right, that’s good I’ll- I’ll probably turn in too. Get some rest.” He forces a small, pathetic, shy grin. 

“You too,” she replies reciprocating the awkward smile, before finally turning away and retiring back to her room. 

Miguel found himself standing in the middle of the living room alone, bathing in the serene, nocturnal glow from the wall-length windows. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, quietly reflecting, but it was long enough to realize he had no regrets.

Chapter 7

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