#spider-woman reader

[angel-eyes05]

to leave the warmest bed i've ever known

pairing: spiderwoman!reader x miguel o’hara 

summary: after miguel’s fight with miles, you confront him in his office

warnings: this whole thing is basically one big argument there’s SO much angst, implied suicide attempt, HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, im projecting a little in some parts of this ngl (i cried writing a certain section of this, you'll know it when you read it lmao), mentions and descriptions of blood, gore, and death

word count:  4.1k

notes: i watched the movie yesterday…and miguel is on my mind. but i remember reading this namor x reader fanfic after i watched wakanda forever of a similar idea to this and i loved it so this is HEAVILY inspired by that fic, but just make it miguel. i would link it but ngl that was so long ago and i dont remember the author. if i end up finding it again ill put it here. also, just pretend miguel has been doing this whole spider society thing for a couple of years at least, it just needs to work like that for this ik its probably not canon but just roll with it lmao. and yes the title is a taylor swift lyric im so glad you noticed (im so sorry she's in my brain rn with the eras tour)

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The anger boiled up inside your chest as you stormed your way across the lobby. Hundreds of different Spider-Man variants were scattered across the area, some more injured than the others. It sickened you sometimes. How he had so many people under his grasp and just decided to throw some of them at the walls sometimes, not caring how hard they hit the floor because they were all just ammo to him. How despite his denials of it, that’s probably what your role was to him as well. Nothing more than a bullet in his massive machine gun.

You normally tried not to think about it, how his determination towards his goal sometimes meant lack of care for others. But this time he had just gone too far. You always had a soft spot for Miles, watching closely on him whenever Miguel would let you go though scanners of all the different variants. You admired his struggle, but eventual success to taking up the previous Peter’s mantle, and always hated how Miguel talked about him. You knew there was no way Miles could’ve asked for any of this. For the pressures and struggles of being a Spider-Man, for everything causing such a strained relationship with his parents, for the death of his uncle, and for what will be the eventual death of his father. You definitely didn’t.

Ok lets do this one last time. Eh, whatever, there’s probably gonna be 50 other introductions after this one so it doesn’t really matter.

Being Earth-837’s Spider-Man has never been easy. Especially since you were bit when you were only 13 (another reason you sympathized with Miles and Gwen). Your life had followed the order of canon events to a perfect T, your older brother killed in a fight with a robber only two months after you were bit. You tried to overcome the burden of your powers by trying to live as normal of a teenage life as possible, but it was mostly in vain, having to give up multiple friendships and relationships in fear of those you love getting hurt. This was only elevated when your boyfriend Peter was murdered in the crossfire of an encounter with Doc Ock. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t. What you had done to deserve all of this. All you did was just be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You wonder sometimes what would happen if someone was in the same place you were when you got bit. If someone else went to the closed down area of that museum and ran into that spider. That stupid spider that ruined your life. Those thoughts slowly started to disappear for a bit. For a few years things were easy. Things seemed like they were finally going in your favor.

You were 25 when it happened. The last canon event. Ever since you were a little girl you hated your mother’s job. Losing nights of sleep over if she would come home or not. She always did though. She was good at her job. Too good though. Good enough to get promoted to police captain, which for who you were, was basically sealing her fate. She saved so many people that day. You were too busy fighting Venom to notice how much collateral damage you were causing in the process. Your mother’s job was to evacuate all the citizens away from the fight. She died shielding a child from incoming debris. A noble way to go. But god was it gruesome. You found her after the fight was over, two metal poles impaling her. One through her stomach and one straight through her face, pools of blood growing bigger below her as she was left there, all the paramedics busy trying to save the heavily injured. You froze when you finally recognized her, unable to at first due to how mutilated her face was from the pole. Suddenly, you were transported back to being a six year old, falling asleep outside the door to your mother’s bedroom so you would know exactly when she would come home. Purposefully falling asleep in her arms so that she couldn’t go anywhere.

When you used the key she had given you to get into her apartment that night, and you slept in her room, desperate to intake anything left of her before she was fully gone. You doused yourself in her perfume so it still felt like she was standing right behind you. You had always loved her smell. The smell of vanilla, curl product, and fancy perfume. They were attached to memories you had of her. Trying on her heels when you were a kid to try and be fancy like her. Smelling her hair in the morning before school to comfort you before she left for work. Despite all of this bringing you comfort, all it really did was cause further denial in your heart. That one day you were gonna hear the keys clacking in the keyhole to your apartment one more time. That’s all you really wanted. You would give everything up in a heartbeat just to hear her police scanner go off one last time. But it wasn’t going to. And it was your fault. Deep down you knew it was. You should’ve done a better job controlling the debris. You had always been a messy fighter, but you didn’t know it was going to mean anything until it was too late. 

How you got up to the top of that building is still a blur to you to this day. But next thing you know, you were looking at the New York City skyline from the very top of the Empire State Building. And at the very edge too. You heard some sounds behind you, but you just decided it was the wind howling from how high up you were. You were just so tired. Everything and everyone you loved was cursed all because of you. And with your mother as the most recent victim, you decided you finally had enough. You took a deep breath, eyes overflowed with water, as you set your foot forward.

Your plummet was interrupted by a sudden contact you felt to your forearm. Shock filled your body as you turned around to look at what had stopped your attempt. The blue hand was massive, nearly wrapping back around onto itself as it held onto you for dear life. You finally looked up at face that the hand belonged to. The mask that covered the massive figure was a strange one. Blue with strange red silhouettes for the eyes. It kind of reminded you of…your own costume? That couldn’t be though there was no way. This must be the afterlife or something. You already jumped and that's why you didn’t remember your way up to the top. This was some kind of creature trying to stop you from jumping down to hell below. His breaths were heavy and loud, almost like he was desperate to stop you. This convinced you that this was real, which caused you to try to escape from his grip. He was stronger than you, and was putting up a huge fight. You were slick though. Once you were out of his hand, you closed your eyes and quickly made your jump. Everything flashed before your eyes. Your brother, Peter, your mom. You were hoping to see them soon. This was very quickly interrupted again when you suddenly stopped falling. Something had attached itself to your stomach. You opened your eyes. A web? This web was much different than yours though. It was glowing a bright, neon orange.

The man was holding onto the end of it tightly with both hands. His mask then disappeared to show his face. His was long, matching how big the rest of his body was, defined cheek bones sticking out. Brown wavy hair slicked back with a few loose strands flying out in the wind. The look of desperation on his face stook out most of all. Why did he care so much? He didn’t know you, and you definitely didn’t know him. “Let me pull you up. Please,” he said to you between shaky pants. You stared at him for a bit before nodding. He slowly pulled you up with the string of his web, each move more careful than the last. As soon as your feet were planted safely back on the roof of the building, he wrapped you up in his massive arms. You appreciated the gesture, but you didn’t return it, still very confused about why he was so concerned. He was so big around your body though, you couldn’t help but feel a little comforted, feeling his still shaky breaths against the hairs of your neck. Soon after, he clicked on some buttons on his neon orange watch and led you into a portal.

The rest is history. You’re grateful he found you that day. It allowed you to meet so many people, Peter B., Jess, Gwen, Hobie, Ben, Pavitr, Margo. They all related to you and you felt like you could share things with them that you couldn’t do with anyone else. You had grown especially close to Peter and Jess, both of them having been in the game for a long time, just like you. They both knew how you felt, having lost so much and growing so tired after so many years. Peter even named you as Mayday’s godmother when she was born, a gesture that caused you to nearly kill him with your hug. Miguel though was different. He wasn’t nearly as social as the rest of your friends, but you found yourself having much more intimate moments with him (in more ways then one). You eventually found out why Miguel was so concerned for you the day you met. He had taken interest in your abilities early into looking for variants for his little “project”, but refrained from roping you into something so dangerous while you were still in your teens.

Once you were old enough though, he started paying more and more attention, hoping to catch you in a fight and recruit you then. But he was always pulled away with more important duties to attend to. That was until he witnessed your canon event. He had seen it happen so many times before through his scanners. It was going to happen. It had to in order for your universe to not collapse in on itself. But for some reason, yours hurt more than the rest to him. Especially how you coped with it. Seeing you wrap yourself up in her blankets and clothes broke his heart. He knew where this would lead to. That’s why he was there that day. To save you. He had to, or he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. You got your own watch immediately, along with your own room in the Spider Society headquarters. He stayed close with you for the first month of you being a member of the team. When he wasn’t out on missions, he was with you. You didn’t really know what to label you two as, but whatever was going on, you liked it. And he did too.

That is until Miles came into the picture. Once Miles was bit, all hell broke loose for Miguel. He was always in some alternate dimension catching some Spider-Man villain who got out and rangled them back over here, falling back over to you more beat up and bruised than the last time. You couldn’t imagine how much stress he was under, the fate of the entire multiverse up to him. You had some ways of helping him relieve his stress, but you wish you could convince him that he wasn’t alone in this. But nothing ever got through to him. He had become distant, aloof even. You tried bringing it up to Jess every so often, but she would just brush it off.

“That’s how he’s always been.” Not to you he hasn’t. This week has been hell though. With Spot making it over to Miles, Miguel had been going into rages all week. You had put up with it for now, but that was all about to stop. Watching how harsh he was being on Miles, throwing so many Spider-Men at an innocent boy, risking all of their lives in the process. Disregarding everything Gwen and Peter were feeling and then throwing Gwen back into her broken world with nothing. He had gone too far. No one else was going to stand up to him about it, so you knew it had to be you. Maybe he would listen, maybe he wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter. He just needed to hear it.

“It’s not worth it you know.” The voice snapped you out of your thoughts, stopping you in your tracks. “You know how stubborn he gets over these things,” said Jess, trying to convince you to save your breath. “I don’t care. I have to at least try,” you responded, monotonically. “I just don’t understand how you can follow him so blindly and not see what he’s doing is wrong.” “Because he isn’t wrong. I don’t know about you, but I’m not just gonna stand by and let some kid’s stupid decisions destroy another Earth,” Jess argued. “He’s just trying to save his dad, I can’t understand how that makes him such a bad person,” you said, finally turning around to face her, shocked when she was closer to you than expected.

“You know exactly why. Don’t be so naive, y/n,” she shot back. “You can’t stop me,” you said staring straight into her. She shrugged. “Then I can’t help you.” She began to walk away. You did to, until you heard her say. “You don’t know how much he cares for you.” You turned around to face her again, but her back was still to you, her head tilted ever so slightly to look at you. “If you really do care for the kid, watch what you say to Miguel right now. Cause you might just give him the final push he needs to do what needs to be done.” You didn’t give her a response, and just simply kept walking. You felt Jess’ eyes on your back as you entered the elevator to get up to Miguel’s office.

The elevator ride up felt longer than it should’ve, as you tried to gather all of your thoughts and emotions together so even if he didn’t listen, your words would still stick with him in some way. You didn’t necessarily want to hurt him (though your fists were telling you otherwise), but you did want him to be aware of what he’s done. Once the doors finally opened, all of that work flew out the window as rage took over your body again, seeing Miguel up there looking at the scanners. The fact that he looked just as normal as he always does made you furious. It’s like nothing happened.

“You know, I could hear you coming in from the lobby,” he said, almost stopping you in your tracks. You hated when he did that. Claiming that he knew what your every move was going to be. Like you were under his control or something. “Yeah, well then you must’ve heard me talking to Jess, which means you know exactly what this is about,” you shot back, stopping to where you could see him perched up there. “Why don’t you just save me the conversation about morality and just come up here and kick my ass already. It’ll save both of us time,” he said, not even taking his eyes off the scanners to look down at you. This only added to your fury. “That’s not what I’m here for Miguel, so don’t you dare try to twist my words here. What you did to that kid was fucked up and you know it.” “Oh yeah, then why didn’t you try to do anything to stop me?” he questioned.

“Because I’m not stupid Miguel. I’m not gonna try to take down hundreds of Spider-Men at once.” “Oh, cause you’re so much better than that?” This wasn’t like him at all. That gentle, kind, and caring Miguel you once knew was gone, taken over by some sort of personal vendetta he had against Miles. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but this all needs to stop before it gets taken too far. You’re getting into a fight you can’t win. That kid’s strong and so are his allies. And if you go any further into this, I won’t be here to help you.” He stayed still and only turned his head to look at you. “And what makes you think that you’re so important to my plan that it’ll fall apart if you leave? Have you really become that pretentious?”

Your body froze. Have I really? No no no, that’s exactly what he wants. If you begin to doubt yourself now, you’ll stay and nothing will change. You knew you were right. He was trying to crumble you down, but you wouldn’t let that happen. “And you really think that one kid is going to ruin something that you’ve been working for for years? How insecure you’ve become.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, turning back away from you. You did the same, wiping off your face in anger. “I hate it when you do tha-,” you said as you turned back around, but were cut off to find Miguel standing there right in front of you. He was close. Too close to your liking, although in any other circumstance you would’ve found this attractive.

He tilted his head up, but his eyes were down staring daggers into yours. You hated how much he tried to make himself seem more superior to you. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated, this time slower as if you were a child. “He’s just a kid Miguel,” you said in a low, quiet voice. “An anomaly. And a dangerous one at that.” “God Miguel, all he wants to do is protect his dad, do you know how insane you sound right now?” you said letting out a slight laugh when you finished. You backed away from him a little. “He doesn’t know how much damage he’ll do with this. Saving his father will only prolong the inevitable. His world will be gone within hours if he does this. All I’m trying to do is make him understand,” he tried to explain. “By trying to kill him.” “You always have to exaggerate the situation,” he said palming his face. “But that’s essentially what you’re trying to do isn’t it? Why not snuff out the problem entirely by taking him out!”

He signed and began to walk away while you were talking, bringing up your anger even more. “Yeah, use all the power you’ve accumulated over the years and just take out the small problem! Except this isn’t just a fly on the wall Miguel. This is a child! An innocent boy who didn’t ask for any of this to happen to him, just like how we didn’t. I get it, I’m sorry that this job is stressful, I really am. But that gives you zero right to act the way you are!” You were screaming at him at this point. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want your emotions to get the best of you. But he was being too stubborn. This was the only way you thought you could get to him. You might not have wanted to, but you needed to hurt him now. It was the only way.

“You can’t be so power blind that you refused to accept the fact that there could be a way around Captain Davis’ death. You said we saved Earth’s before, I’m sure we could do it again.” Your anger only kept rising when he kept walking away and didn’t respond. “This is a personal thing isn’t it?” you asked calmly. You knew it was working now when he stopped walking. “Yeah, it it. You won’t let Miles get his happy ending. Because why should he be pardoned of his burden while the rest of us have suffered so much. While you’ve suffered so much.” The answer to your question was confirmed when Miguel stayed silent. “Just because you didn’t get the life you wanted Miguel, doesn’t mean you have the right to stop other people from getting theirs.”

You knew you overstepped the line when Miguel turned around and started walking towards you, fury burning in his crimson eyes. “Yeah, so what! What if that is what this is all about! You should know better than anyone how much this job takes away from you!” he screamed at you, backing you up into a wall. “Why should he get to be let off so easily, while people like you and me have to suffer so much? Don’t try to turn me into the villain here when I know you’re thinking the exact same thing, y/n.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. You had wondered it at some points. “I won’t let you turn this onto me Miguel, this is about you,” you fired back. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easily. I know you’re thinking it. And you’re right. Why should Miles get let off so easily when you’ve lost so much.” He held your hands in his, trying to connect to you. “And you have mi vida. You’ve had so much taken from you and it’s unfair. Why should he only have lost one person when you’ve had three taken from you. Your brother, Peter, your moth-.”

He was cut off by your hand striking against his face in a harsh blow. “If you’re smart, and I know you are, you’ll keep those three out of them. I won’t let you drag their names through the dirt for something as stupid as this.” You both stood there for a while, both of your eyes looking towards the ground, hoping it would open up to swallow you both as an escape from this god awful conversation. You never wanted it to come to this. In all honesty, you cared for Miguel. You might’ve even loved him, if you were even capable of doing such a thing. You hoped he felt the same way about you, but in a job like this, he always had at least one wall up around you. It just wasn’t worth it anymore. You were too tired to keep trying for something that was most likely going to fall apart in the end. 

“You’re still going after him aren’t you?” you asked, finally breaking the silence. Miguel looked back up at you. “You can’t ask me not to. You know better than anyone why this is so important to me.” He moved his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed your forehead gently. You let it sit there for a minute out of habit before pushing it off your face. “And you must know why I can’t stay anymore then.” His shoulders dropped. “Whatever this thing between us is. It’s over. I can’t stay beside someone who can’t see what he’s doing is wrong.” Miguel’s dropped hand turned into a fist of anger. “Fine,” he spat in your face. “I don’t need someone like you in my way. You’re just a liability to this anyways.” He began to walk away from you back to his scanners. “Just don’t come crying back over to me when your little plan doesn’t work out, cause I won’t help you.” He used his webs to pull himself back up to the platform to keep looking for Miles. You stood there for a second, gathering yourself.

Five years. Out the door just like that. It bewildered you how easily a bond like you two had could be broken all because of one teenager. You began to make your way for the door before you said. “When this is all over��don’t try to find me.” He didn’t respond. Once the elevator doors opened, you rushed inside, desperate to get away from him. So many thoughts rushed through your head as the doors closed and you sunk down back to the lobby to leave. You didn’t have much of a plan. This could end up being a horrible idea. Your gut told you it was the right thing to do though. And that was enough for you. You walked out of the headquarters lobby with a new heart and a new mind, ready to take action for your new plan.

First though, you had to find Gwen.

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a/n: god that took longer than it should've. dw dw i'll do a part 2 if enough people ask for one. im not 100% sure how im gonna do a part 2 cause yk....idk how beyond the spiderverse is gonna go so tbh, we're just gonna make it go the way i want lmao. thanks for reading, ik this was kind of a long one lmao

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[zaczenemiji]

Can you do a spiderwomen x kenji sato. Maybe she was sent to retrieve emi and then got caught by kenji, and she was put into a jail like thing. So now she's just stuck there. She starts flirting with him. If yk what i mean 😏👉🏿👈🏿🎀💓🌸

Have an ice cream cone. 🍦

Thanks ♡♡♡♡

Kaiju Heist

Kenji Sato x Spiderwoman!Reader

Word Count: 1,066

Genre/Warnings: Anti-hero, Flirting, Imprisonment, Morally Grey/Ambiguous Reader

Author’s Note: This one was a bit challenging, I hope it’s to your liking. Thank you for the ice cream, I offer you this fic.

MASTERLIST

Your plan was simple: sneak in, grab the baby kaiju, and get out. But things rarely went according to plan.

Let’s begin where it all started—that damn spider.

Long story short, your parents were scientists doing experiments on radioactive spiders. You help in their lab and one day, an earthquake enormous kaiju shook the city, causing a containment breach. The next thing you know, a particularly aggressive spider bit your hand.

Of course, you gained extraordinary abilities. Others would’ve loved this and used them for good—be like Ultraman or whatever. But to you, it’s more like a curse. Seriously, you didn’t ask for this so ain’t no way were you going to become a selfless heroine.

So you did nothing with your abilities; you didn’t hone it whatsoever. You looked at it as if it’s just another arm that grew out of your body. Like grabbing a bag of chips from across the room, you’d shoot spider webs out to get it without standing.

Despite living your life as privately as you could, somehow, the Kaiju Defense Force was still able to find you. So here you are now, in their headquarters.

You stood there, arms crossed. “I’ve told you before, Dr. Onda,” you said. “I’m not looking to be a hero. I just want to be left alone.”

Dr. Onda, chief officer of the KDF, and old acquaintance of your parents, leaned forward. “I know. But this isn’t about heroism,” he replied. “This is a highly sensitive mission and you’re the only one who can pull it off.”

"And why should I care?" you replied coolly. "What's in it for me?"

"Payment, of course. A substantial one. Enough to ensure you can continue living the peaceful life you desire without any further interference from us,” Dr. Onda answered.

“And more importantly, it's a one-time deal. Complete this mission, and you'll never hear from the KDF again."

Your face expressed a guarded neutrality but inside, you found it so tempting—the promise of financial security and freedom from future obligations.

“What’s the job?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Dr. Onda tapped a few keys on his desk console, and a holographic image of a baby kaiju appeared, rotating slowly.

“It’s an entity of importance for the goals of KDF to be fulfilled,” he said. “Recently, it fell into the hands of Kenji Sato. We need you to retrieve it and bring it back to us.”

You studied the hologram, noting the details. "And how exactly am I supposed to move a 20-foot-tall kaiju baby without causing a scene?"

Dr. Onda leaned back, a small smile playing on his lips. "We have a special containment unit designed specifically for it. It's portable and can be deployed with your help. Your task is to get close enough to activate it and secure the kaiju.”

"And the payment?" you pressed.

Dr. Onda named a figure that made your eyes widen slightly. It was more than enough to ensure your financial independence for years to come.

"Alright," you said finally. "I'll do it. But remember, this is a one-time deal. After this, I want nothing more to do with the KDF."

Dr. Onda smiled, “You have my word."

You turned to leave but paused at the door, and glanced back. "I hope you're right about this, Dr. Onda,” you said. “Because if this goes sideways, I won't be the one paying the price."

Going back to the present—here you are, in Kenji Sato’s basement, trapped in a cylindrical glass containment unit, similar to the one the baby kaiju you were supposed to retrieve was held in.

A floating spherical robot circled around you. “We knew they would send someone,” it said in a mechanically feminine voice.

Suddenly, it projected a red light over your body, scanning you. “But I didn’t expect a spider-woman.”

You pressed your hands against the glass, testing its strength. "Nice trap," you said. “But it's going to take more than that to keep me here."

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” a voice came out of nowhere. Turning around, you see THE Kenji Sato with an eyebrow raised and his gaze locked with yours.

The biggest mystery that bothered you upon accepting this mission was how the hell did this famous baseball star had a giant baby in his basement.

You leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest. "So, what's the plan, Kenji? Keep me here forever?” you asked. “Or do you have something else in mind?"

Kenji smirked. "Depends. Why are you here?"

"Why do you think?" you replied, your tone flirtatious. "I was sent to retrieve that kaiju baby. But now, it seems I've found something else worth my attention."

Kenji's eyes narrowed slightly, "And what might that be?"

You gave him a slow, knowing smile. "You, of course,” you answered. “You're much more interesting than a simple retrieval mission."

Kenji chuckled, though he tried to hide it. "Flirting isn't going to get you out of there."

"Maybe not," you conceded, stepping closer to the glass, "But it does make this whole situation a lot more entertaining, don't you think?"

Kenji took a step closer, his eyes studying you. "You're not what I expected."

You tilted your head, your smile widening. "Good. I'd hate to be predictable."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you sized each other up. Finally, Kenji spoke. "You know, if you weren't here to take Emi, we might have been able to get along."

"Oh, I think we still can," you said, your voice low and seductive. "Besides, I never said I was strictly here for Emi."

Kenji looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction. "And what if I let you out?"

You pressed yourself against the glass, your eyes locked on his. "Then maybe, just maybe, we can help each other."

Kenji pondered this for a moment before shaking his head. "Nice try,” he said. “But I need to know more about you before I make that decision."

"Fair enough," you replied, leaning back once more. "But remember, Kenji, sometimes the spider catches more than just her prey."

Kenji turned away, a small smile playing on his lips. "We'll see about that."

You didn’t wanna include this in your escape plan because things rarely went according to plan. But in your mind, you noted: flirt, make him fall for you, and escape.

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[kaumaxine]

Miguel Miguel and Miguel (and Ayla (oc)) ~

[the-kr8tor]

okok listen..

yk how some fica about hobie is like him tapping on the window, you let him in and he’s hurt and you fix him up? what about the other way round 😮

ikik I’m so smart 😘

So cute! Thank you for requesting, hope you like it ❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, cw violence mention, spider-woman! Reader, FLUFF

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Hobie sits on his patchwork couch, he strums his guitar softly, a rare tune escaping from the scruffed but well loved instrument. His steaming cup of tea sits next to his notebook where his numerous cluttered thoughts are scribbled about. Some are doodles, a few are coherent enough to become lyrics for his new song.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he says under his breath, crossing out a word that does not fit well with the song. Notebook abandoned, he sticks his pen on the shell of his ear to strum the strings again.

The houseboat suddenly jostles, soft enough not to spill his drink, but hard enough to knock his pen off his ear. Hobie, knowing full well what— or who the cause of the shake was, closes his notebook immediately before he could see your masked face peek out of the circular window like a gopher.

You knock then wave to him excitedly. He feigns annoyance through narrowed eyes, which made you pout under your mask. He can't see it, but he knows you're giving your signature vigilante pout and puppy dog eyes that he can't resist.

Without a second more, he stands up, socked feet creating friction on the carpet. Opening the window for you, you lean on the sill, elbows propped up on the chipping paint.

“Whatcha doin'?” You ask, voice muffled by the mask. He faces the whites of your mask, flicking where your nose should be. “Ow, grumpy.”

“What am I doin'? I should be askin' you that. You do know I gave you a key for a reason, right, love?” His eyebrow raises questioningly, piercing shining in the moonlight. “It's almost midnight, get your arse in ‘ere.”

You shrug with a chuckle. “I got held up by Goblin.”

“I swear if I ever see that wanker flyin’ ‘round—”

“—You'd throw a molotov at him!” You finish for him. “I know, my love.” Patting his cheek, you climb into the houseboat like usual, groaning and wincing when your skin pulls at your injury.”

“You hurt?” He helps you up on your feet, hands holding your arm, worry etched on his handsome face. “Love?” He asks again when you don't answer, his hands reach up to the hem of your mask, not pulling, waiting for your permission.

“Just a tiny bit.” Your pained wince under your tone says otherwise.

“Can I see?” Hobie asks, thumb brushing along your clavicle. With a nod from you, he gently tugs at your mask, effectively pulling it off without aggravating any injuries you might have on your face. “That doesn't look like a tiny bit, love.”

He sighs, eyes roaming along the tiny cuts along your face. But his main concern is the large gash along your jaw that runs up to the side of your nose. It's an angry wound that still bares goblin's unmistakable mark from his claw. Your mask in his hand feels pristine despite the injury, he wonders if you changed it before you got to his place so he wouldn't worry too much.

“I know, ugly, right?” You give him a weak smile when his silence cuts through you. “I–I just wanted to stop by so you don't worry when the radio broadcasts the fight in the morning.” Cupping his cheek, you reach up to flatten the folds from his knitted brows. “You'll get old really quick if you keep doing that.”

“Not ugly.” He shakes his head, hands falling down to your shoulders to rub soothingly. “Still bloody fit.” You give him a gentle smile. “Sit down, let me take care of you, yeah?”

You inhale sharply, you'd be lying if you tell him that you're all fine and dandy after getting pummeled on the ground. “I can just go home, I really just wanted you to see me now so you don't have to worry about me tomorrow.”

“Well, I can worry now, or tomorrow. I choose now, love.” His eyes soften under the moonlight, and you can't help but surrender and embrace him fully. He hugs back, arms wrapped around your middle protectively, knuckles tracing your spine. “Anythin’ else I have to worry ‘bout?”

“Nothing else, I'm just due for some cuddling.” You say as you peck the underside of his jaw lovingly.

“Doctor's orders, I bet?” He whispers, eyes closing, face hidden in your hair whilst avoiding your scratches.

“Yeah, I have a prescription and everything.”

Hobie chuckles, patting your behind to make you place your feet on top of his. Once you get the message, he waddles towards the couch with you still in his arms. You help by giggling into his skin, lips meeting his warm cheek.

He sits you down gently, “I'll get the kit, stay.”

“Yes, sir!” You mock a salute, making him chuckle.

“Far from it, love.” He leaves, but not without you smacking him behind the second he turns around. Looking over his shoulder, he smirks. “You're playin’ a dangerous game.”

You tilt your head, lips curling into a playful smile. “I know exactly what I'm doing, Hobs.”

With a roll of his eyes, and a quip on the tip of his tongue, he walks towards the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. All with a grin on his lips, and stomach doing flips.

You've almost fallen asleep on the couch when he finally comes back. The cold sting of the antiseptic hits your cheek as he dabs it with a cotton ball. “Ouch.” You can't seem to look away from his eyes when he sits this close to you.

“Almost there, I'll make this quick.” He says while he lets you wrinkle his shirt in your grip.

“Why is it every time I see you I get lost in your eyes?”

“You see me everyday. You tellin’ me you get lost every time I look at you?” His movements pauses, eyes twinkling under the lamp. “How do you get anythin’ done?”

“Oh,I try.” You wink, but your wound prevents you from winking fully, making you look like you're spasming.

“Alright, you bloody flirt.” Chuckling, he places his thumb over your eyelid to make the skin relax. “Did you get him?”

“Mm-hmm, I got him by electrocuting his ass.” You lean into his touch as he continues to tend to your wounds.

“That's my girl.” He nudges your nose with his own, and then gives you a quick kiss on your lips. You chase his lips when leans away, pouting again. “All done. You didn't need any stitches.” He rubs your thighs affectionately, smiling sweetly at you. “Stay the night?” He knows you'll eventually heal before lunch tomorrow, but he'd still tend to you no matter how many times you tell him about your abilities. He'd do it every time you come to him.

“Absolutely.” You close the distance, breath fanning across his lips as you kiss once, twice, before moving away. He sighs, smiling in content. “If you tell me what you're working on.” Glancing towards his notebook, you give him a sly smirk.

“Cheeky.” He grabs the notebook before you could. “No.”

“Aw, come on, Hobie! Just a peek!”

[mrshargreeves]

Im not a vigilante, the vigilante is a random man... or woman

[fandomnerd9602]

Petra Parker steps out of Y/N Stark’s bathroom…

Petra: thanks for letting me freshen up before I go back to aunt May’s place

Y/N: no problem.

Tony walks in…

Tony: hey sport I need you to…are you two doing it?! Now?!

Y/N: what?! No! Dad!

Tony: listen I support you no matter what but we have guests over and…

Petra: I’ll see you later Y/N

Y/N: no! Don’t leave me here!

Petra jumps out the window and swings away…

Tony: now when two people love each other very much, friends too-

Y/N face palms in frustration…

[fl3shm4id3n]

ₜₕₑ ₘₐₜᵢₙg ᵣᵢₜᵤₐₗ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ x ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, (f) masturbation, vibrating panties, heat/mating cycles? Spider like behavior, office (Platform) sex? heated kissing, a bit of wrestling, dry humping, titty grabbing, neck kissing/licking/biting?. Based on this.

A/N: I'm still not good with smut, but I tried. Now I have to do the other smut idea I have :D

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

The whole week you had been feeling odd. Out of nowhere you just felt, needy you could say. You had the need to touch yourself by every second of the day. No matter how many times you touched yourself, you just needed some form or release. Thank god you manage to control yourself while on duty. Thanks to the pair of vibrating panties you had on. It was a good relief that you weren't going crazy and go to the bathroom to touch yourself.

That day the feeling got worse, specially since you didn't charge the vibrator and were already running late to work. You were sexually frustrated for most of the day. You took out your frustration on the guys you had to beat in different dimensions and send them to HQ so that they could be taken back to their rightful dimension.

Thankfully the day was almost over, you couldn't wait to go home to have a bath, and pleasure your self as many times until you were satisfied. Then out of no where, you heard this small vibrations, for some reason you felt those vibrations going through your body, sending some kind of shock wave, making you squeeze your legs together, for some reason the sound vibrations felt seductively. Almost like that time when Miguel had given you a back massage because your back was in pain, it felt as if, he was seducing you by the back rubs. God, where were they coming from? you thought, deciding to follow them.

The vibrations got closer and they felt stronger the more you walked towards the noises. You bit your lip, to prevent yourself for moaning. Your face felt hot and so did your body. You had reached Miguel's office platform, you stopped for a moment, thinking that you had lost track of the vibrations, until you heard them again. You were a bit in shock feeling the vibrations coming from Miguel's office. Does that mean that the sound waves came from Miguel?

Without thinking twice, you went in, the place was lonely, Miguel always preferred to be alone, it helped in him concentrate. Then the sound waves back, ruining through your body, causing you to let out a small moan. Then you began to climb the walls, his office was up high, and you needed to reach him, you needed him, and badly.

You had manage to get on the platform, you the heard tapping on his desk, and the sound waves came running up your body, causing you to whimper. Then Miguel stopped and turned to where the noise came from, you. "Y/n? Are you okay?" he said, then out of nowhere you pounced on him. "What th-" Miguel was cut off by your sudden action.

This resulted in you and him getting into a small fight, it wasn't really fighting, but more like wrestling, you don't know what's got into you. Then Miguel manage to get you on the ground, he held your arms up above your head and he straddled your legs. "What had got into you?!" he asked, while trying to catch his breath, you looked back at him, feeling your face getting all heated up by the position you're in. With all your strength you manage to release yourself off his grip and made him stumble back on his back, then you jumped on top of him, straddling his lap.

Before Miguel could say anything, you grabbed a hold of his face with both your hands and leaned in, giving him a hard, deep kiss. This surprised him, he did not expect you basically attack him a couple minutes ago and now you were kissing him. But instead of pushing you off, he kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled your body against his. Then you rolled you both over, now having you laying back on the floor.

The kiss was heated and sloppy, this made Miguel grow hard against his suit. He slowly began to rub his erect cock against your clothed now wet crotch. You moaned against his lips, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel more of him grinding against you. Miguel groaned on your lips, he then reached over to get a hold of your breasts, he grabbed and squeezed them, causing you to let out an even louder moan.

Then you both had finally pulled away to catch your breath. You were basically drooling and desperately panting for air. With out hesitation, you began to remove your suit off your body, revealing to Miguel that you had nothing on underneath, not even a bra or panties, you were bare. Once you were done, you reached over to try and get his suit to dissolve off his body, but he stopped you, and made you lay back down on your back. "Let me have a look at you" he said almost in a whisper. You were back on the floor, laying naked while he still had his suit on.

Miguel had a look at you from your beautiful face, then down your body. He wanted to see everything of you. From your neck, to collar bone, chest, breasts, torso, stomach, and legs. He looked at every small detail of yours. He noticed every mole you had, every scar from previous fights, but what caught his attention the most where your stretch marks. He couldn't explain why, he just loved the way they looked, he ran his fingers on them slowly, causing you to shiver. "Estas mas hermosa de lo que me imajine" You're more beautfil then how I imagned, he growled.

You didn't notice how he had already removed his suit, he was also completely naked. He then positioned himself between your spread legs, causing you to shiver a bit, when you felt the tip of his cock rub against your wet folds. Without a warning, Miguel had thrusted into your tight cunt, causing you to let out a loud moan. You wrapped your arms around his torso and slightly dug your nails on his toned back. A couple minutes had passed, allowing you to adjust to his size, then he slowly began to move. Your body had began to shiver by his slow thrusts, you bit your lip tightly, trying to prevent a moan to slip out of your mouth. Miguel continued to thrust into you slowly at first, then his thrusts began to become harder and now faster.

You couldn't help but let out a louder moan, it echoed just like how the noises of sweaty skin hitting one another echoed in the room. You gasped, digging your nails harder onto his skin, and your legs tighten around his waist as his thrusts got harder and sloppier. Miguel growled loudly as his thrusts got even faster and harder, causing your body to get some kind of electrical wave to travel through it. You arched your back and threw your head back onto the floor, exposing your neck to him. Miguel then leaned down to your neck, he kissed and licked on every spot that he could. He then ran his fangs onto the pulse of your neck, causing you to clench around him.

"You like that don't you?" Miguel asked, feeling how you were clamping his cock as he continued to thrust into you. He hissed by the feeling of your nails scratching his back. He then reached down to your sensitive and needy little clit, then he began to rub the small bud in circles, causing you to let out a small shriek of pleasure. This felt so good, you had basically forgot where you were, instead you were focused on what Miguel was doing to you. Without realizing, you had squirted allover his and your body, getting juiced allover each other, and just like you he had cummed inside of you.

You both had stop, panting for air, both bodies covered in your juices and sweat. "That was..." you couldn't even finish your sentence, you were still trying to recover from your high. Miguel then slowly pulled out of you, making you gasp by the lose of him. He then leaned over and kissed your sweaty forehead. "Amazing?" he asked, finishing your sentence. "Y-yeah.." you said shyly and flattered. "We should probably get cleaned up..." you said, reaching over to get your suit, but Miguel had another idea. "How about a shower? Back at my place?" his words caused you to get excited allover again, with out thinking twice, you responded. "Yeah, sounds good.." you said shyly.

[aweina]

slightly suggestive ? !┊more spiderverse content.

shirtless hobie was a common occurrence that you found yourself slowly getting used to. he’s staying at your apartment for the night? then he’s waltzing around the place fully displayed with a hand going past the waistband of his pajama pants — presenting the contoured edges that defined his small waist. oh, you wanna go out? hobie will simply throw on a fitted jacket and call it a day, a shirt wouldn’t look good with his outfit anyways — especially when he can show off his silver body piercings and his stick-and-poke tattoos.

wait, now you want him to wear a shirt? maybe he got too comfortable? too bold? well, it’s fine — he totally understands that. so then he wears a shirt and god, how he never fails to show off once in awhile. the collar of his shirts is always loose and torn, showing off his deep collarbones. the fabric was obnoxiously thin, emphasizing the grooves and cuts of his manicured body instead of doing its actual job. it��s pretty hot outside these days, right? then hobie would tug at the end of his shirt, wiping off the sheet of sweat on his forehead — showing off the narrow line dividing his solid muscles evenly and the trail of coarse hair sprinkled under his navel.

hey, you don’t look so good, you okay? hobie would quirk a curious brow at you when your quivering eyes quickly avert to the side as he tosses on another shirt — gnawing at the flesh inside your mouth. okay, now he sees why you’ve told him to cover up. hobie looks at you knowingly, lifting his shirt up without any context. can you hold out your hand real quick? now he has a firm grip on your squirming wrist, laying your palms flat over the soft skin of his abdomen. your face is scorching hot and your dazed vision is blurred between hobie’s abs and the playful smirk on his face. “if you wanted to look n’ touch, should’ve just asked.”

© aweina : please do not copy, repost, or modify any of my content.

[helpwhatsthis]

okay so ppl are making the spiderman ethan edits but why is no one pointing out that scream has the whole fucking spiderverse??

pt. 1 of this post bc I have more!

bc ethan is peter parker

and chad is miles

anika is cindy

mindy is jess

kirby is felicia

I'm gonna make a part two for the pics but someone else pls tell me you see it too??

me when I write a fic abt ethan and chad with a spider-gwen reader??

[reareaotaku]

Gwen 'Spider-Woman' Stacy Headcanons

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🕷️ Her biggest fear is losing you. She already lost Peter, she can't lose you too.

🕷️ She keeps her identity hidden from you, even though she doesn't want to. She knows it's the best for you, because if she told you, you'd be in danger. Though, it does seem pretty obvious that it's her everytime she interacts with you with the mask on.

🕷️ You make her very flustered and she trips over her words. It really annoys the hell out of her.

🕷️ Her father likes you and thinks you're a good influence on his daughter. He realizes that Gwen isn't failing any of her classes or doing anything bad when you're around.

🕷️ She is scared that if she tells you how she feels you won't accept her. It's very frowned upon for two girls to date.. But when has she ever cared what society thinks?

🕷️ Well, it's not society that she's worried about... It's you

🕷️ What if you don't like girls? What if you don't like her? God, she thinks that would be the worse. She could handle you not liking women, but if you did like women, but not her- Well, she might not take it well

🕷️ She sneaks in your room whenever you’re sleeping or away. She’s as quiet as a mouse. Sometimes she likes to watch you sleep. Yeah- It might seem a little creepy, but she does it to make sure you’re okay. What if you stop breathing while you sleep? God she couldn’t imagine a life without you

🕷️ While in your room, she ends up finding your diary/journal/personal writings. She wasn't going to read it- But.... Well, she was just going to skim it. That's all. It was nothing more. That was until she saw her name- Both her name and Spiderwoman's name. She wanted to know what you thought about her, even if this was an invasion of your privacy.

🕷️ You'll notice that sometimes things go missing, but you don't think too much about it, just assuming you misplaced it. That happens all the time, so why would you even think twice about it.

🕷️ You notice that Gwen starts to pull back from you and it makes you wonder if you've done something wrong. She's just scared to hurt you. She's also worried that she'll accidentally tell you about her being Spider woman

[sunflowerwinds]

a confession & question [h.c]

summary: your girlfriend finally tells you what she’s been keeping from you and it is nothing like what you were expecting. hazel asks you to come to an event that tony is throwing and you go on a fancy shopping trip (funded by stark industries).

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: spider!hazel, secrets revealed, mature content: suggestive making out, & pure fluff!

word count: 3.8K

a/n: things are brewing and they’ve made up. i hope absolutely nothing bad happens :)

SPIDER-HAZEL MASTERLIST

It had been merely a day without contact with Hazel. You were battling between writing assignments for your online classes and stuffing bears at Build-A-Bear that day wondering how to approach this situation the correct way. There was no way in hell you were going to break up with her but you wanted to truthfully and honestly sit down and have a long talk about how she was feeling.

To hear her out, to be there for her in whatever way she needed.

Hazel was a mess. She didn’t attend classes that day — which had May up the wall — as she stayed in bed sulking over being an absolute idiot. She was sleeping curled in her soft brown sheets and when she wasn’t sleeping, she was thinking of ways to apologize to you and reveal what has been itching at her for months now; that she was in fact Spider-Woman.

Should she just send a text saying: ‘I’m Spider-Woman. Please, believe me?’

No, that’s weird and pathetic.

She needs to do it in person so she can prove it to her with her suit. But when? Hazel checked her phone every two minutes in hopes your little icon would be there with a message.

It was around 4 pm when she had received a call from Josie. Hazel was pacing her ceiling in her suit, practicing on ways to show you that she was Spider-Woman. She ripped her mask off and aimed her web to her cell-phone on her desk, pressing the green button to accept the call.

“Hey, Jose. What’s up?” Hazel answered, a soft sigh leaving her lips from the tension and pressure building in her head from being upside down for a good while.

“Well, good afternoon to you. Why the hell do you sound like you’ve run three miles in ten minutes?” Josie questioned as her fingers typed rapidly on her keyboard from the other end.

Hazel grunts as she un-sticks herself from her popcorn ceiling to land on her wood floors. She runs a free hand through her unwashed frizzy hair, shrugging her shoulders.

“Just… hanging around,” she makes herself smile.

“Okay?” Josie responded. “Is that a spider joke?”

Hazel was still grinning as she replied: “Yup.”

Even though Josie knew it was a corny joke, she couldn’t help the snort leaving her lips.

“Anyways, uh, Happy told me to call you to remind you about this Sunday.” Josie hummed as she clicked her mouse buttons.

Hazel’s brows furrowed at Josie’s words. Her mind went completely blank.

“Jesus, you forgot didn’t you?” Josie sighed at how silent the spider-girl had gotten after her statement.

Hazel winces as she rushes over to her calendar for the month that was hung up above her working desk. Her eyes darted to the coming-up Sunday and there was just a tuxedo that she drew. What the fuck does that mean?

When does she ever wear a tuxedo?

“No…?”

Josie released another disappointed sigh.

“The charity event Tony is having for Heart Matters. Happy is supposed to take you shopping for an outfit on Friday.” Josie hummed which made Hazel mouth ‘fuck’ as she rubbed at her temple.

Okay, so two things she really needed to do.

“Right, yeah. No, I have a tuxedo on my calendar.” Hazel lied through her teeth.

Josie merely hummed at Hazel, still rapidly typing on her keyboard.

“Is that all you called me for?” Hazel questioned as the line had gone silent.

“Uhh, yeah, pretty much. I’ll call you with… something later,” she ended the call without saying ‘bye’.

The line beeps before clicking off to Hazel’s home screen. She smiled weakly at the photo of you two, admiring the joy on your face and her own. As she continued to look through her album of photos of you, a notification popped up at the top of the screen.

Her heart rate sped up as you had sent her a text after the most agonizing 24 hours of Hazel’s entire life saying that you wanted to have a ‘serious’ talk. Hazel wiped her sweaty palms on her thigh to send you a response that she could come to your place. You told her that worked for you.

Hazel grabbed her mask from where she had tossed it on her bed and slipped it on over her head. This was it.

It was finally time.

You were waiting patiently in your bedroom to hear a knock at your door. In all honesty, you were willing to just let it pass. Tell Hazel that you were being dramatic and apologize until your lips fell off.

That is until your PJ texted you to stand your ground and not Hazel manipulate you which was a bit dramatic but you knew she was coming from a place of love.

Your knee bounced anxiously as you tried to distract yourself as the seconds ticked by. PJ kept sending you messages that you were okay and that Hazel was nothing to worry about. It was way easier said than done. You put on a movie on your laptop to pass the time to refrain from checking the time.

About halfway through the movie, you hear a soft tapping noise. At first, you excused it as rain hitting your window. But the tapping noise only increased in volume. You take off your wired headphones and turn your neck towards the sound. Your eyes widen at Spider-Woman… sitting on your fire escape?

You froze for a moment, not really knowing what to do. The webbed hero knocked one more time and it took you out of the shock. You walked over to the window and hesitantly unlocked it to lift it up. It somehow wasn’t even registering that this could’ve been an imposter that someone had a costume on.

“Hey,” the masked woman spoke, her voice sounding like it was deepened.

“Hello? I don’t mean to sound weird but… what are you doing on my fire escape?” You let out a weak laugh, raising your brows as you stared into the white of the eyes on the mask.

The woman pointed into your room and cleared her throat.

“I said I’d come over, didn’t I?”

This time the voice wasn’t deepened. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head when you realized it was Hazel behind the mask.

“Haze?” You questioned with an incredulous tone.

You step back away from the window as your girlfriend steps into your bedroom in a Spider-Woman suit. Was this her way of trying to cheer you up for lying to you?

“What are you doing in a Spider-Woman costume?” You question as you shut the window and lock it, staring at Hazel taking off her mask.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself when you think that she actually fits the suit perfectly; like it was made for her. Hazel usually wore extremely baggy clothing which she also looked amazing in but this was a nice thing to see every once in a while.

It was kind of hot.

“Well, it’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about,” Hazel cleared her throat, rubbing her thumbs over the material of the mask.

“Okay…” You stare at her with crossed arms over your comfy pj tee. “What? Are you Spider-Woman?”

Your tone was joking, a little snort leaving your lips as you chuckled to yourself. Hazel awkwardly laughed after you but just stared at you with a patient expression. Your laughter died as soon as you saw Hazel with a tight-lip grin plastered on her slightly flushed face.

You blink.

“I am Spider-Woman,” Hazel said slowly, hoping it would click in your head that this was nothing to laugh about.

“Spider-Woman?” You repeat to her in disbelief. “That person on the streets stopping burglaries, buses spinning out of control and a sort of Avenger?”

“Yeah,” Hazel confirmed.

You again blink. You take a seat on your bed as you examine the outfit your girlfriend is wearing. Hazel was scratching at her arm as she waited for a legitimate reaction.

Was this a joke? Why would she joke about something like this after the argument you guys had just had?

Your girlfriend is a superhero. A mutant. Your eyes widen as it settles in your stomach that she in no way is lying about this.

“You’re not joking, are you?” You cover your mouth with your palm.

“I can… prove it if you want,” Hazel rushes out, glancing up at your ceiling.

You, too, glance up at your ceiling with confusion as to why she did. That is until in the blink of an eye Hazel was hanging from your ceiling by her fingertips. You scrunch up your face at the sight, feeling like your brain is short-circuiting as you’re watching your girlfriend just dangling by her hand from the ceiling.

“What the fuck?” You whisper as you haven't moved a single muscle since you sat down.

Hazel released her body and landed back on her feet with a soft grunt. Her big blue eyes were waiting for a response.

“I— I didn’t know how to tell you before because Mr.Stark was extremely persistent on not letting anyone find out. Especially you and May but now you both know so I’m probably screwed but I don’t care anymore. I hate lying to you. I needed you to know so that you don’t think I’m doing it because I don’t want you to know. Do you know how hard it is to not tell you everything that I’ve done as Spider-Woman? I want to share everything with you and—“

“Hazel!” You interrupt with a light-hearted chuckle.

Hazel sucked in a deep breath due to her panicked rambling. You stood up from the bed and walked over to cup her face. You tilt your head to kiss her gently, inhaling as Hazel’s hands settle on your hips.

“Are you mad at me?” Hazel whispered against your lips, eyes fluttering when you pulled away slightly.

You hum and shake your head, running your hands over her shoulders. What was this suit made of? That material was surprisingly thick.

“Haze, I’m just… in shock, I guess. I mean, it’s pretty badass that my girlfriend is Spider-Woman.” You shrug your shoulders, tracing her jaw with your thumbs.

Hazel blushed at your words, feeling all the more at ease that you were not pissed with her anymore.

“I’m sorry again that I kept it from you,” Hazel sighed , her eyes flickering across all your features. I love you, she thought and almost vomited at the overwhelming feeling.

The two of them still haven’t said the three words yet. Hazel has known how for sure she was of her love for you within the first month. You, on the other hand, have been scared and hesitant to accept feelings so intensely because of your past relationship. Hazel never wanted to press and pry about something that was so personal.

It hurt to not shower you with the love that was pent up inside of her.

“Baby,” you shake your head, the pet name putting Hazel at ease. “I’m not mad. I wasn’t really mad, just afraid, I think.”

Hazel frowned at your timid voice.

“Afraid?”

Her sweet and comforting tone almost made everything come spilling out.

“It’s a me thing,” you scoff and wave your hand in hopes she wouldn’t focus on that.

Hazel’s big blue eyes were pulling you in though like she was hypnotizing you into spilling about your past. You needed to say something else to distract.

“So the webs come out of you?” You suck in a deep breath and you take one of her gloved hands into yours.

“Uhh, yeah. It feels really weird but I’ve gotten used to it,” Hazel explains but is still looking at you with worry.

“That’s insane. Were you born this way?” You trace over.

Hazel shook her head, watching your fingers trace the stitching of her custom suit.

“No, it was a spider from that field trip we took to that lab months ago. It died, like, as soon as it bit me. I didn’t think it was anything until I woke up the next day in a cold sweat, my senses heightened by ten and weirdly toned?” Hazel chuckled as she briefly explained her backstory.

You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in. There was something both reassuring yet terrifying about this. Hazel would be getting into danger pretty frequently and the thought of her risking her life daily made your stomach turn.

“When did you decide you were going to use your… power for something good?” You questioned.

“Well, you, actually,” Hazel admitted with a rose blush.

Your eyes soften as you mutter: “Me?”

“Yeah, I thought if I could protect the people of the city, I could protect you.” Hazel turned a shade of red you had only seen a few times.

It was sickenly adorable.

“Hazel,” you lean in to kiss her flushed cheeks.

Hazel shakes her head as she allows you to kiss her cheeks. You let out a few giggles as she tries to act like she isn’t enjoying every moment of your lips on you.

“You know,” you pull away to rank your eyes up and down her body, “this suit is kind of…”

“Kind of what?”

“I don’t know,” you begin to shy away, intertwining your hand in her back into your bed. Hazel follows you with narrowed eyes as she watches you.

“Is this,” Hazel motioned down to her skin-tight suit, “turning you on?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Maybe?”

Hazel nodded to herself, a flush on her cheeks.

“Really?”

“Baby, you always turn me on.” You tease as you grab her hand and shove her down on your comforter.

Hazel bounces slightly on the springy mattress as she stares up at you hovering over her face. Your knee was in between her lower thighs and your hands were on either side of her shoulders. Her blush deepened as a sly smirk was plastered on your face as you leaned down to kiss her slowly.

Her gloved hands settled on the soft of your waist, her thumbs skimming the waistband of your cotton pajama shorts. You hum as you pull away to kiss her jaw once. You adjusted yourself so that your knees were now on either side of her hips, straddling her red and blue cladded thighs.

Hazel’s eyes beamed up at you as you lifted your shirt up and off your body so that your lounging bra was the only piece of clothing on your body.

“Wait, wait, wait before we… get to it, um, I got to ask you something,” Hazel massaged your hips as she sucked in a deep breath.

You were trying to pay attention but her palms on you really weren't helping. You tilt your head as she speaks, watching her fumble over her words and her blush deepen.

“Would you want to go with me to this charity event that Mr. Stark is hosting for Heart Matters? I—I have a suit fitting this Friday and I’m sure that Mr.Stark can get you a dress too,” Hazel grinned up at you as your fingers played with the hair at the nape of her neck.

You pretend to think about it before giving her a few loving pecks on her lips.

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll go with you. I haven’t seen you in a suit since prom.”

“Okay, this will be a designer brand. Not whatever me and May could grab at the thrift store,” Hazel grinned cheekily, rubbing at your sides.

“Hey, I liked that suit.” You frown.

There was even a photo from the photo booth at your prom on the wall right above your bed frame. Hazel's slightly baggy suit fit her so adorably, her tie matching with the color of your dress. It was one of your favorite photos of the two of you.

“Yeah, me too,” Hazel muttered before straining her neck to kiss you again.

Mid-makeout, you randomly remember that your girlfriend is Spider-Woman.

You’re sucking face with Spider-Woman.

You and Hazel approach the large glass doors lined with deep black . You squint one eye and raise your hand to shield your eyes from the glaring rays of the sun. Hazel’s hand interlocked with yours, giving it a small squeeze.

“Dolce & Gabbana?” You read the lettering, glancing into the empty store.

“Yeah, Mr.Stark insisted,” Hazel nodded slowly. “Happy should be inside somewhere.”

You give her a curt nod as you anxiously stare through the glass. You and Hazel hesitantly walk through the doors, instantly feeling out of place under the bright lights and sleek white floors.

You felt like everyone could see the poor on you.

Well, it was sort of obvious as you were wearing your beaten-down sneakers, a pair of baggy 90’s jeans and a ribbed graphic tee. Hazel sported a similar outfit except everything was a lot baggier.

“Can I help you?” A woman with a slicked-back bun and slim square glasses approaches you two.

“Uh, we’re here with Stark Industries,” Hazel grinned at her.

“Oh right. Mr. Hogan should be just down that hall for your customs,” the woman motioned her perfectly manicured hand down a long hallway.

“Thank you,” you tell her with a kind smile.

You try not to roll your eyes at her obviously fake grin. You walk down the hallway, hand in hand with Hazel as you round a corner. In a big bright room, there stood a man with a peppered goatee and a black and white suit and a woman in the same form of business casual.

Before you knew it, you were standing in the middle of a designer brand store with your girlfriend and her billionaire boss’s assistant watching you get sized for a custom-made dress. You never thought this would be something you’ve never thought you’d be doing.

Hazel was sitting next to Happy, both of them sipping on sparkling water. You felt slightly awkward as you had to squeeze into shapewear to make it much easier to get your dimensions. Hazel reassured you every once in a while that this was going to be perfect.

“So let me ask you something,” Happy cleared his throat as he set his tall glass to the side, pointing at you.

“Sure,” you grin, eyes wide and anticipating.

“How did… you two happen?”

Happy is pretty nice from what you can tell. He gives a teddy bear vibe, trying to be snarky and mean when he’s pretty sweet. Like now wanting to know the gossip of how you and Hazel’s relationship blossomed.

“Hazel was my stalker,” you tease your girlfriend as she turns beet red.

“What?” Happy’s face dropped for a moment, leaning away from her.

“No, no, we were in the same class senior year and we got partnered for a project. Then we just started seeing each other everywhere: her uncle’s bodega, the same coffee shops, thrift stores. Everywhere. One day she came up to me and asked if I was following her. I freaked out because it did seem that way but I like to think it was just meant to be,” Hazel spilled, twirling her few rings around her fingers.

“That’s our little story. I asked her if she wanted to come with me to try a new coffee shop that neither of us had been to. She kissed me on the first date,” you share with a chuckle.

Your eyes soften as the workers around you begin to ‘awe’ at Hazel’s rundown. Happy’s eyes flickered between you and Hazel’s blushing faces, a small smirk on his face.

“I did not think you would be the one to make the first move,” he replied, raising his eyebrows at Hazel.

You bit back your amused grin as Hazel scoffs. The sweet worker measuring your waist made eye contact with you, holding back her own grin as well.

“What does that mean?” Hazel frowned at Happy.

“No offense to you, kid, but you don’t seem like the type to make the first move.” Happy tried to defend Hazel.

She looked over at you with a frown. You scrunched up your face a little to show that you agreed. Obviously, you knew Hazel little moves here and there but she did give a nervous-unable-to-flirt vibe. But in a charming way.

To you, of course.

“Baby, if it makes you feel any better, I think it's adorable,” you beam at her.

Hazel nods to herself as you reassure her that you love how cute she is.

“There,” the worker measuring you finalized.

You stepped off the lit up platform, giving her a kind smile and a ‘thank you’. She pointed a finger at Hazel and curled it for her to stand on the platform that you were previously on. Hazel stood up from her seat to give you a gentle kiss on your cheek before taking your place. You take hers right next to Happy, glancing at him nervously.

“So, what’s it like working for superheroes?” You question, smiling kindly.

Happy took a sip of his drink before letting out a long sigh: “Amazing.”

His tone told you otherwise. You nod slowly, messing with the fabric on your legs as you wait for Hazel to be measured for her suit. Hazel stood eerily still which kind of freaked you out.

“Baby, breathe,” you state with a teasing smile.

Hazel released a breath as she sent you a weird grin. “Sorry.”

You knew Hazel tended to forget to breathe when she was put in unfamiliar situations.

“You know, you two are a lot cuter than I had thought. This one over here could not stop talking about you every single time we were alone,” Happy chipped in after another round of silence.

You beam at the man, turning towards him as you press for answers.

“H-Happy, you’re sworn to secrecy!” Hazel interrupted with a stutter.

Happy held his hands up in defense as Hazel’s eyes kept darting to you and Happy as the woman measured down the length of her arms.

Happy, even though being sworn to secrecy, leans in to whisper to you: “She’s a real sap for you, you know?”

Your heart flutters as you nod. You think about the many, many photos Hazel would send you of random updates throughout her day, the little gifts she got you, and how often she reminds you how much she cares about you. But you always make sure she receives the amount of gentle gestures she gives you.

You’ve never felt like this with anyone before. Well, you thought you’ve felt like this before. This time it felt true.

“Yeah, I know. But I’m one for her too.”

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This Is Me Trying - Four - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)

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Summary: Kate can't shake the feeling that she knows you. What happens when she asks?

Word Count: 4K

Content: Blood, Violence, Flirty Kate Bishop, Feelings, Cute Pizza Dog, Clint being protective, Bones

But Kate would know if she had ever met the Spider...

So, who were you?

The question remained in her head the whole.. swing... home.

If that's what you want to call it.

However, that question was quickly moved elsewhere in her mind when she finally lifted her hand from your back as you landed the two of you onto the fire escape to her aunt's building.

Red.

Her hand was covered in your blood.

Kate's mouth dropped as she looked at her right hand. Then to your back. An open wound showing where your suit was ripped.

You felt the bullet graze you when it sent pieces of glass flying above you earlier. But you didn't have time to react; you were too busy focusing on protecting Kate.

Plus, injuries came with the job.

"You're bleeding." She stated as she unwrapped her legs from around you. "It happens." You played it off as you stood up and waited for Kate to open the window.

But Kate, being Kate, stood with you on the freezing fire escape. "You knew?!" You leaned back against the railing and took in Kate's disappointed look.

It was so cute.

Her nose is so red from the swing here.

You shook your head. "It's not the first time." Kate's mouth dropped before she picked it back up. "This has happened before?" She asked, making you nod. "Like I said, it happens..." You looked away from her gaze and awkwardly shuffled your feet. "I also have this thing..." You started. Kate stepped forward as she adjusted her beanie with her non-blood-covered hand. "Thing?"

How do you tell someone who happens to be a superhero and your crush that you have a healing ability? Do you just say that?

"It'd be easier if I could show you." You then pointed to the open window. Kate looked you up and down but didn't move. You saw a look of worry pang across her face. "You're sure you're not in pain, right?"

The truth is, is that you were. But as opposed to it being excruciating, it felt itchy and like a weight was pressing on top of it.

"Not enough for you to worry." You said, making Kate dawn a little smile. "Thanks." She said shyly. "I was worried that I hurt you more..." She lifted her red hand. "Exhibit A." You smiled under your mask.

"No, Hawkeye, you didn't hurt me."

You could never hurt me.

Internally, Kate was screaming that you called her Hawkeye privately, but on the outside, she just smiled in a way where the corners of her mouth moved up and down before awkwardly nodding and entering her aunt's apartment.

You followed behind her after taking a second to breathe.

Kate Bishop is the other Hawkeye!! _

You closed the window behind you as your eyes found Kate at the kitchen sink. Scrubbing your blood off. She sent you a smile before pointing with her eyes to the couch in front of you.

You looked down as you wore a goofy smile, thanks to Kate.

"You have a dog!?" You asked, even though it totally made sense—a golden retriever for a golden retriever.

Plus, you're pretty certain you had seen this dog on Kate's social media posts.

Okay, you had definitely seen this dog before.

The dog, who had been aware of your presence since the two of you landed on the fire escape, just sat on the couch staring at you. "Yeah!" Kate smiled as she finished drying her hands. "He's not allowed on campus, so he moves from place to place. Name's Pizza Dog or Lucky. Depending on who you ask." Kate said, making you smile. "Which is?"

She froze. "Just Clint and I..." Her voice faltered at the end as she bent down to grab something from under the sink.

"Do you think Clint's okay?" She asked you to calm her worries.

"He's an ex-Avenger. I'm sure he's fine." You said to calm your own worries, no matter how accurate your statement was.

Kate nodded as you took cautious steps towards the dog. You've had a few run-ins with some neighborhood dogs, and let's say they're more bite than bark.

Probably didn't help that you liked cats more.

You then briefly wondered what type of cat Kate would get.

Kate bent back up with a medkit in hand just in time to see the gloved hands of The Spider lay a gentle pet on the top of Pizza Dog's head.

And then she grinned as you took a more confident step forward as Pizza Dog rolled onto its back to get some belly rubs.

Which Kate allowed even though you were slowly bleeding down your suit because this moment was too precious to ruin.

She loved what she was seeing. And you loved being here, petting a dog with Kate Bishop.

"I think he likes me!" You sounded cheery as you looked up at Kate. She just smiled back and nodded.

"You've been chosen!" She made a dramatic voice that she immediately regretted. "Sorry! Ignore what I just did!"

You laughed, and Kate's ears noticed something, but she couldn't quite place it. However, you realize what you just did and sat straight up before looking at Kate again.

"Sit at the table." She gestured with her head as she placed the medkit down. One that was clearly put together by the older Hawkeye.

It had labels like: Kate don't use this for fun! on it.

You took steps closer to the dining room table as you took in the decorations and vibe of the apartment. It had an older woman's style, but now that you knew Kate liked to crash here, you could see her influence all over the place, especially with the Christmas decorations and tree.

The purple tinsel gave it away.

As you grabbed onto the chair to sit, your mind finally looked in this direction. You tilted your head at the centerpiece—a menorah. 

Kate opened the kit as you looked from it to her. "Are you Jewish?" You steadily asked. Being mindful of whether this was a sore subject or not. Also, Kate had never mentioned it before, so this would be news to you.

Kate plainly shook her head. "My aunt is. I'm not." You nodded. "Oh, okay. Cool." You looked at the candles. "You?" Kate looked to you with some sanitizing wipes in hand, fishing for information.

You shook your head.

"So..." Kate started as she pulled the sides of your torn suit back to look at the wound on your shoulder blade. She almost gagged in the process. No matter how many scrapes and injuries she and Clint sustain, blood still eeks her out. "What did you want to show me?"

"Wipe the blood, and you'll see." You balled your hands into a fist and prepared yourself for the stinging of the wipes.

When the wipes did their job, Kate couldn't believe what she saw. "You-your skin! It's- you're healing!" You nodded as Kate took a step forward to look at the side of your mask. You turned to her and smiled even though she couldn't see it.

"This is why I protected you first." You spoke honestly about your power but hid the fact that you protected Kate on instinct.

"Any other special powers I should know about!?" Kate teasingly asked as she bumped your arm. You once again let out a natural laugh. "Just heighten senses and strength. The webs I make myself. Obviously."

"Obviously," Kate repeated and nodded to your words, but she had that feeling she couldn't shake come up again.

So, as she walked back to the kitchen, she tossed the dirty wipes into the trash along with her gloves. She asked: "You didn't protect me for any other reason?"

She took a breath as she placed the medkit below the sink. Her eyes found you as she rose. They trailed up your back, where she placed a gauze on the wound to the suit that stitched itself back together above the tear. Her eyes finally found themselves at the back of your mask.

"What do you mean?" You kept your voice low as Kate walked back and sat at the wooden chair across from you.

Kate opened her mouth before stopping to think. She brought her hands onto the table and started picking at her fingers. "I don't know..." A nervous habit of hers you learned over a year ago. "I just can't shake this feeling that I know you... being in your arms... it was familiar." Kate looked up at you and saw the eyes of your mask staring back.

Silence filling the room.

Quietly, Kate sat up in her chair and took a closer at you. "I do... don't I?"

She wanted to believe that it was true even when you shook your head. "No." You said. But Kate's ears once caught an inflection in your voice.

"I don't believe you. If you were a stranger, I don't think you'd be as comfortable as you are now." Kate looked at your figure and then back at Lucky.

Her spy training with Clint was finally paying off.

On the other side of the table, you were torn. You wanted to tell Kate the truth, but at the same time, it would forever change what you two are and what you could be.

Kate watched you lean forward. She watched the way your hands moved on the table.

You were nervous.

Kate's eyes followed your hands as they touched the side of your mask. You grabbed onto the fabric before opening your hand as you sighed. "I can't." You got up from the chair and went to walk past Kate, but she stopped you. "I'm sorry." You said as you shook your arm out of Kate's hold. "I want to, but I can't."

Kate furrowed her brows before catching up to you and pulling you back.

Lucky watching this interaction from the couch as you two stood in the middle of the living room.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"Kate!" You said her name in a voice that Kate could finally place it.

She gasped as her mind raced to believe whether it was true! "I wear the mask to protect the people I care about. I can't have any more people than I already do knowing." You said as Kate stared at you.

You watched her take a step closer to you.

"But if you're-" She stopped. Is it really Y/N? She thought.

Your mind and body were fighting on what to do. Kate took a breath and opened her mouth again. Her blue eyes taking you in. "But if I know you- you can trust me. You can show me that it's you..." Kate nodded to her own words and sent a calm smile your way. "Please. You know it's me..."

It's true you knew now that Kate Bishop was Hawkeye.

You could trust Kate.

You have since freshman orientation. When she ran into you because she tripped over her shoelaces, it was cute and clumsy as hell because she did it again a minute later.

You also literally just received a bullet wound by protecting her.

But... "Kate..." You sighed. "You don't understand... I've lost people because of them knowing the real me."

"You wouldn't lose me," Kate said as she stepped closer, putting your hand in hers. "You don't know that Kate." You shook your head.

"Try me. Because I know I wouldn't lose you."

Kate tightened her hand around yours. You turned your head slightly away.

Things were about to change.

Slowly, you lifted Kate's hand to the side of your mask. You let the tips of her fingers run over the fabric of the mask before they stopped at the base of your neck.

"I want you to know that I trust you. I always have."

"And I trust you, Y/N..." She whispered as she pulled the mask forward and off.

Your red face immediately felt cooler as the air in the apartment hit you. Your hair looked like a mess after being under there for hours, but Kate would argue that you looked perfect. Because this was you.

No double identity.

The Spider and Y/N Parker were the same person standing in her aunt's living room.

"Hi.." The hushed greeting fell between the two of you as she held the mask. "I can't believe MJ was right," Kate said as she took another step forward. "It is you, right?" Kate brought her other hand up to your chin and pinched it, making you swat her hand away. "Ow! Yes! Bishop, it's me!!"

"Holy shit!" She said as the mask slipped from her fingers. "It's you! You're The Spider??!! Once again, MJ was right???" Kate loudly spoke, making you put your arms up and down—a silent way to say shhhh.

"I know. It's annoying that MJ knows but doesn't know!" You said back, making Kate laugh. Her eyes looked you up and down. "How long?" She said as she could barely think fast enough to form more questions.

"How long?" You asked, watching Kate sit down next to Lucky, giddy as can be. "Have you been The Spider?" Kate was truly fascinated.

"A couple of years now." Kate darted her eyes up your thighs and arms before they found your eyes again. "You've only been Hawkeye for a year, right?" You asked, earning a nod.

"Did you know it was me?" Kate asked. "Before tonight?"

You shook your head.

"It was more than a shock to see you in that building earlier." You said with a slight chuckle. "But it made sense. I mean, you're actually one of the best archers in the world."

Kate bit her bottom lip and stared at the floor below her feet to hide the blush on her face. "I can't believe it's you." She spoke up as she lifted her head.

Her cheeks still pink.

"I can't believe it's you." You repeated with a smile.

"Who else knows?" Kate asked. "Just Peter and Ned. Well, and my Aunt May." Kate nodded. "No one else?" You shook your head. "Now you."

Kate sighed. "You're like the hundredth person to find out I'm Hawkeye." You laughed at that, making Kate chuckle. "Taking down 30 Rock does do that." You said, and Kate had to agree. "Clint and I did look cool, though." Kate scooted over, giving you room to sit next to her and Pizza Dog.

You sat down as your mask still laid on the floor.

Kate took in your side profile. She loved the definition in your jawline and how your freckles hide themselves away in the cold of winter. She then smiled as she noticed a mole near the top of your head that was covered by your hair before your mask moved it out of place.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Kate asked as she draped her arm across the back of the couch. Her hand almost touching your back.

You sighed.

"Kate, it's like I said. No one can know. I don't want people getting hurt because of me."

Kate did understand that. She did! But what she wanted to know in this moment was if you and her were ever going to be closer than you currently were.

"I know. But I can protect myself." Kate replied and let the silence linger for just a second. "Be honest. Were you?"

You looked at Kate and her piercing blue eyes. The ones that could lift you up and shoot you down with just a single look.

"Probably not."

You looked away while Pizza Dog huffed and got off the couch to stretch.

Nothing separating you and Kate anymore.

"Why?" She asked as she licked her lips. "And don't say it's because of danger and secret identity and all that." She mocked. You laughed. "I mean, that's part of the reason." You pulled a face that Kate smiled at before tilting her head.

"What's the other reason?"

You shot your head toward her question and noticed how close she had gotten. "Nothing." You shook your head. "Don't worry about it."

"Don't do that, Parker." Kate sighed. "Come on, we're friends. Superfriends now! You can tell me." She half-jokingly teased. Yet you shook your head.

Kate Stubborn Bishop asked again. And again.

At this point, she was right next to you when you turned your head and loudly proclaimed: "Because I like you!"

Your face fell along with hers.

You shot up off the couch and immediately started rambling. "I didn't mean that! No- yes, no, yes I did! I did. I do like you! Like a friend but more! Oh my god! Parker, shut up!" You ran your gloved hands through your hair and waited for Kate to say something. Anything!

And yet she sat there with her mouth agape as you paced.

The Spider, Y/N Parker likes me?!?!?

Slowly, a smile formed.

"Y/N..." You stopped and looked at her like a deer in headlights. "Kate, we can pretend I never said anything. Like you when you did that weird voice thing earlier. Please, I-"

Kate cut you off by putting her hand up and standing up. But before she could speak, the front door flew open.

Clint hobbled in with new cuts formed on his face as he sported a new limp. Broken hearing aid in one hand. In the other, his bow.

"Kate?? I need some help!!" Clint called out as he stumbled into the kitchen. Kate turned her head to look at you, but you were gone.

Kate looked around, confused. "Kate!" Clint called out again as he rested up against the countertop. Kate instantly ran towards Clint, stepping on your mask in the process.

It stayed smooshed into the ground before a web shot down from the ceiling to pick it up.

Kate helped Clint move into the dining room and the exact seat you found yourself at earlier.

Clint looked tired and took a beating, but judging by him still standing, it's safe to say the other guy got it way worse!

Kate immediately grabbed the medkit once again and brought out numerous bandages and antibiotics that Clint began using.

Carefully, you started to crawl away before a loud clearing of the throat stopped you. You looked down to see Kate standing behind Clint with her arms crossed. "Where are you going??" She asked in a hushed yell, "Clint's here! I have to go!" You whispered, shouted back as you put the mask on.

"Hi, Lucky," Clint whispered as the dog sat next to Clint to make the old man feel better.

"Stay," Kate whispered, even though she knew you couldn't. So when the rest of your mask went on, she nodded to herself.

But then she remembered what you said.

So, as you sat on the ceiling thinking of ways to get out of here without Clint seeing. Kate took it upon herself to help. "You look like shit." She stood in front of him so he could read her lips. He chuckled and wiped his forehead. "I can take the hint." He said before looking up at you.

"Spider." He nodded.

Kate turned her head up with wide eyes.

How did Clint know???

"I'm old, and I've done this shit for more years than you've been alive." He said to Kate as you dropped down from the ceiling. "Hi, Clint." You awkwardly waved as Hawkeye got up. "I'm gonna shower, kid." He said to Kate before placing wrappings and bandages into his pocket for later so he could pull Kate into a side hug.

"You okay?" He asked while peering at you.

Kate nodded before looking up at him. "I'm good. You?"

"Yeah. I'm told I look like shit." Clint smiled at Kate before nodding at you and leaving the room. The water to the shower ran shortly after. Giving you and Kate a much-needed buffer.

"I can't believe you were just going to leave!" Kate examined as she rounded the couch to push you. Not hard, but just enough where you went onto your back feet. "Well, I kinda said something I didn't mean to say!"

"Well, is it true?!" Kate asked, stopping you. "You like me!?"

"How long?" Kate asked after a moment of silence.

You laughed. "Since the day I met you." Once again, Kate couldn't believe the words coming from your mouth. "And you never did anything about it?" Kate asked, making you shake your head.

But at this point, you and Kate knew why.

The Spider.

You gripped your fingers and waited for Kate to say anything else as Pizza Dog ended up back on the couch.

"How's your wound?" She asked, throwing you off. "Huh?" You cocked your head. "Turn around." You did as Kate said and felt her hand peel back the gauze. "Looks like it'll be done healing by morning." Kate placed the gauze back on. "Y/N..." She said as you heard her take a step forward.

"Yes?"

"Is this okay?" Kate asked as she slowly wrapped her arms around your waist. The action sending a wave of pleasure and a bundle of butterflies throughout your body. "Yes." You said as her front touched your back. She placed her head against your shoulder and on your neck, you could feel her breathing through her nose.

"I remember the day we met—freshman orientation. I literally tripped and fell into you. I knocked your glasses off your face." Kate felt the vibrations from your laugh. "You then apologized a million times and offered to buy me lunch."

Kate nodded. "You said you couldn't because you had to meet up with your brother."

"I lied." You said, making Kate lift her head. You turned your head to her side. "NYPD was moving The Shocker to Rikers."

"So then you don't know what happened after that?" You shook your head. "I do. You immediately tripped over your shoelaces again and ran into someone else."

Kate laughed. "I didn't offer to buy them lunch."

Kate unfurled her arms from around you as you turned to face her. "I like you too." You grabbed her hands. "For just as long." You couldn't believe it.

"What happens now?" You asked as you swallowed.

Kate squeezed your hand. "Archery practice is tomorrow. Please be there." Kate looked up at your mask. "I wasn't going to miss-" Before you could finish, your phone started to vibrate.

"It's Peter." You told Kate. She nodded and let go of your hands. "I'll see you tomorrow."

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As you jumped off the fire escape and called Peter back, you couldn't believe how your night had gone.

But across the city in a high-rise, neither could The Kingpin.

"You mean to tell me twenty of our guys got taken out by this man." He said as he watched a video of Clint defending himself in the apartment building from earlier.

"He's an ex-Avenger." The Kingoin craned his neck towards the man who spoke up. "At the end of the day, he's a man. He's breakable." He turned back towards the screen. "And if he keeps interfering, I'll be glad to remind him of that."

The room stayed silent and seated as Wilson Fisk rose from his chair. They watched him walk towards the man who spoke up. Wilson placed his hands on the man's shoulders. "Now, does anyone need a demonstration?"

Before anyone could open their mouths, Wilson roared as he grabbed the man by his head and lifted it before slamming it down onto the wooden table. Again and again. Till the sound of bones turned to mush.

Wilson's hands were red with specks of white. Bone.

"Track him. His comings and goings." He said as he pulled out his handkerchief. "Anything else?" He asked before Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter. A right-hand man to Fisk spoke up. "There's also this."

Wilson looked from the man to the screen.

A video of you and Kate swinging away being shown.

"Spider and the girl." He whispered.

Tagging List: @daddy-jareau

dividers by @/benkeibear

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Pairing: Deadpool/Wade Wilson x fem!reader

Wc: 1,377k

Tags: Opposites attract, sfw, mature themes, canon typical violence, banter, spiderwoman, canon divergence.

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- Your paths began to cross more than a few times over the years. It seemed like there was no space sizable enough to fit two people with similar occupations and keep them apart. At the very beginning, you had managed to avoid the vigilante in a substantial manner, keeping to your business and avoiding opening Pandora’s box. But the vibrant, ever changing roads of the city refused to separate the two of you.

- Encounters weren’t always pleasant. Most of the time, especially while working on a mission together, you never see eye to eye. Your forbearance and strong moral compass directly opposed Pool’s obscene antics. Your initial reaction was to think of him as nothing more than a mercenary who tainted the image of your favorite shade of red. He was like a cockroach to you: Impossible to kill, always nasty, and crawling around on every occasion. After getting to know him, that biased prejudice of yours haunted you derisively. A sense of shame came over your body when you remembered your cruel error. Despite the carnage, he had a code of ethics too. You both shared that all encompassing compulsion to protect the frail. Even if Deadpool fulfilled the job more reluctantly than you (And with far more casualties)

- Wade tries to keep it a restrictive secret, but he feels a deep admiration for you. He genuinely adored your upstanding character, even envying it at times. Dozing off into the night with a restful soul must be pleasant.

- You were resistant to it at first, but as soon as you noticed Wade’s genuine desire to develop into a decent person, you couldn’t stop yourself from warming up to the mouthful mercenary. It’s no use. A heart of gold always has certain proclivities. Yours seemed to be the man with phoenix skin that wanted to be fairer.

- Either way, you appreciated his capacity to get his hands dirty to keep the world he loves as clean as possible. And in certain lights, after a particularly rough fight, or an intoxicating victory he could be quite charming.

- This new found respect for each other turned into allyship, which soon enough evolved into a friendship. A complicated but all the same unique bond was born between the space the two of you shared. It enclosed high ups and despairing downs. But filled with unyielding protection and care. Adding an underlying attraction would only complicate things further, but the both of you could feel it every time the other was in vicinity.

- Whenever the two of you are at work, he insists and whines until you agree to swing together. Ever since he saw your web shooters he set his heart on using them to fool around the city. It apparently would be “Even more fun than Al’s bdsm orgies“. So, to avoid the unmeasurable catastrophe that would be caused if he stole them from you, You agree to swing across buildings with him attached to your hip. He adores it. It saves the money of an overpriced New York cab ride and he gets to hold your waist at the same time. Special points if the ride occurred at dawn, when the architecture came alive with the warm yellow lights of a fleeting sun. It was a win-win situation. Despite it all, he was a romantic at heart.

- Even if you’d rather be caught dead than admitting it, you liked the way his gloved hands felt against the thin layer of your suit. All your nerves seemed to send extra signals whenever he was close to you, and even with the mask on, you could feel the warm breath of his mouth striking the back of your neck. Whenever things got too intimate, you’d make a point of pretending to drop him on purpose. You knew he never got scared at the speed of his new found transportation, he could ultimately grow himself back together if needed. But he pretended to get distracted by the sudden threat of being dropped. Just because it meant to give you the reassurance that the dynamic between you had not changed. And that meant to potentially have one more moment of being between your arms while you traveled around the city.

- Hand to hand combat became a common way to blow out the steam of bad days. It wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism, but it worked well enough to make things right between the two whenever you got into a genuine fight. There was just one underlying rule: It must never get too nasty. You both wince at the very thought of authentically hurting each other.

- When you felt like you couldn’t control it anymore, you would pick up fights with him only to feel the pressure of his hands around your neck, and the sting of strong hits igniting every pore on your skin. You worried for the inevitable day where you would finally let loose. Physical contact with Wade seemed to never completely satisfy you. It always left you wanting more and more.

- Ever since he saw your shitty microscopic apartment, Wade always went on and on about how much money you’d make as a mercenary. You always shut him down though. If it is so lucrative, how is it that he literally shares a one bedroom apartment with Al? But he apparently enjoyed the company and the free snow. You knew that he felt safe with the older woman, and that he had become protective of her. But he’d never admit it.

- You became a reasonably adequate photographer in your time working for a local newspaper, and the habit of taking photos of whoever is closer refused to leave your routine. This ends up with you always taking photos of Pool unprompted. One day, you accidentally took one quick shot of him without the mask, while he made pancakes for Al’s hungover. He felt mortified, but you loved it. A big smile appeared on your face as you said “You look like a decent man in this one, Pool. Let’s frame it” The photo ended up being deleted at his request, but you managed to convince him that it had to be replaced by another one. The winner was a photo of a maskless Wade with a shy smile, and you, making a funny face while you hugged him from the side. You printed him a copy, and Wade never framed it, but he always kept it in a drawer of his beat up nightstand beside his bed.

- Deadpool always makes a dumb joke about your superhuman stamina. It was cute at first, but it got really annoying really fast “Hey, Peanut!. Does this go beyond fighting? Wanna test it in bed?”

- It was in moments like this when you thanked God for your mask, because you knew that if he ever saw the blush on your face whenever he flirted with you, you’d ever hear the end of it.

- You usually blamed your attraction on the suit. Red was a really nice color, even if it’d look even better with a little blue on top of it. The truth was that the mercenary was not only endearing, but painfully attractive as well.

- Since you are a pretty skilled inventor, you always try to make ’non-dead inducing’ gadgets and send him over his address on every Christmas since the two of you met. Deadpool knows that the scumbags he deals with are better off taking their last breaths through their skulls, But he is trying to clean up his act, even if it’s a little bit. So, whenever you are not in a battle together (Because he knew you’d never shut up about how good and effective your stuff was), He often used them instead of going straight to dismemberment. It felt nice to feel cleaner. It made him sleep better at night.

- Wade is always trying to get ahead of your spidey senses and surprise you. Even in the middle of a fight, he’ll try to pick-a-boo it to get a shock reaction. Even if you can always feel the tingle behind your skull before he tries any of his attempts, you are thinking of faking a surprise one of these days or he’ll never give it up.

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Notes: As usual an amazing request that took me out of my head! Take care Lola! (And take care everyone) Thank you for reading my stuff and interacting and sending requests, it makes me smile! I genuinely thought this was going to be shorter but it turns out my obsession with Wade remains intact -Sidey xxxo

Dedicated with love to @stargazingcarol

[alisblackgf]

hello! could you make spider gwen dating headcanons? thanks!

hey hey! of course <3

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gwen stacy x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff (with an itsy bit of angst) :)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: just some dating headcanons for gwen!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: she’s such a traumatized lil cutie i love her. btw some slight atsv spoilers! (also, if you wanna be tagged for future works, just let me know!)

𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

in the beginning of your relationship, she’d be fairly awkward.

don’t get her wrong, she’s comfortable around you!

she just can’t help it when she sees your adorable face!

for example, if you two were to hold hands, her hands would be sort of sweaty.

“gwen, why are your hands sweaty?”

“what- no! they’re not sweating, my hands are just- crying!”

“…huh?”

she would definitely die inside after saying that.

but you find it adorable nonetheless.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

her love language would be gift giving or quality time.

she loves spending time with you.

especially those times where not a single word needs to be spoken.

you two can just enjoy each others’ presence and be at peace with the silence.

now with gift giving, she asks you about things you like and tries to connect with you through them.

if you really enjoy music, she’d get you a vinyl from your favorite band or make you a playlist.

if you’re artistic, she’d get you decent-quality colored pencils or make you a little clay figure (it probably won’t be good).

“uh, gwen, what’s that supposed to be?”

“it’s you!”

“well, i look like i got hit by 2 buses and 10 trucks.”

“okay, you know what-”

all that matters is that she tried!

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

you’re her biggest source of comfort.

after what happened with her dad finding out she was spider-woman, she wanted to be anywhere but home.

so she always came to you.

she feels as if she belongs more at your home rather than her own.

sometimes, she doesn’t want to utter a word.

“do you wanna talk about it?”

and when she shakes her head no, you understand.

you open up your arms for her and she climbs into them, no questions asked.

all she needs is to be here with you, and she thanks you for allowing her to be.

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

she loves your kisses; however she isn’t often initiating them.

still, she will if she wants to! but she enjoys having you cup her cheeks and pepper her face in kisses.

her cheeks begin to get warm and butterflies swarm in her stomach.

you make her feel so loved and she adores it!

when she does initiate it, though, it’s gentle.

she treats you as if you’re fragile, as if one little tap could shatter you.

you guys upside-down kiss if you know she’s spider-woman (she probably wouldn’t tell you until she absolutely knows she can, after what happened with her dad).

however, if you were to figure it out on your own, she’d feel a little guilty for not telling you sooner, but it greatly speeds up the process for the upside-down spidey kiss!

“can we try something?”

“what do you have in mind?”

“okay so, it requires you to be upside down-”

she knows what you want to do. and she complies, because she loves you.

and you love her.

i hope this was what you wanted, anon :)

tags: @pr0wlerpunk

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Tony confronts Y/N Stark…

Tony: why is there a charge for buying Mrs. Thompson’s company?

Y/N: Flash broke Petra’s heart. I’m holding his mom’s job hostage to be sure he never tries to weasel his way back into her life.

Tony: vindictive, petty, I approve

Tony gives Y/N a wink and leaves…

Petra: you did what?

Y/N: I won’t let him break your heart again, bestie (winks)