#mark superm

he eventually figured out what happened, and...felt confused. mark was always taught things happened for a reason. but this situation? it felt unreasonable. he felt like a freak accident.

he didn't know how to process his...abilities. he had spider-like abilities, some sort of cell mutation, is what he concluded it to. "so, i'm like..a spider? spider..man?" he muttered.

fast forward to present time, he's been doing this for over two years. and thank god no one has figured out its mark lee under the mask. or so he thought.

because you came in. and so did another villain, and lord it shook mark lee's world.

you were a quiet girl, but not invisible, at least to mark. you were likeable, but not popular. but you figured him out immediately. you didn’t know he was spider-man, yet, but you knew there was something he wasn’t telling anyone.

he was very awkward, but thats besides the point. your father, dr conners, whom was his professor, had you join this class.

"and why are you making me do this?" you cross your arms, staring up at your father with an uninterested gaze.

"because mark is spider-man" he says, tearing his glasses off as he looks at new lab reports. "mark?" you scoff. "that nerdy junior psychology major? you think he's spider-man? father, respectfully have you lost your mind?"

"yn just..just hear me out. i found some of his notes, it looked like he was..making some sort of web fluid." you furrow your brows, listening nonetheless.

"and everytime there's an incident or another villain, mark is always gone, and spiderman is always there."

you roll your eyes. "and what does this have to do with me?" "you know the spider that bit you? how you have your powers?" you nod, following along. "well, one of my 'experimental' spiders got out, and it bit him. i saw it happen. in the library."

"right..." you say, not believing him. "and you want me to do...what?" "i want you to kill him."

you blink, taken aback. "kill him? why?" "because he stole my spider!" you shake your head, rubbing your temples. "whatever dad, what specifically do you need me to do?" "i need you to get close to him, lure him into my lab, and let me handle it."

"so basically i'm the bait." you click your tongue, nodding. "i didn't say that, but yeah." your father mutters, dismissing you.

after that talk, you made it your mission to get closer to mark lee, despite your obvious disbelief to him being spider-man.

—

mark bursts through the door, already spewing nonsense into donghyuck's ears. “hyuck i swear! yn, the new girl, she was literally being so weird.” mark slams down his backpack, pacing back and forth in their dorm.

“seriously? out of all people? your ‘mark tingle’ chooses her? come on mark, she probably just wanted to make a friend.” donghyuck rolls his eyes, already fed up with his best friend's nonsense.

“you don't understand.” mark mutters, obviously frustrated. “there was something off about her. she wasn't fake, she was just..i-i don't know how to explain it but you have to trust me!”

donghyuck blankly stares at mark. “i think you're going insane.” he scavenges his bag for his headphones, turning on some music and ignoring mark completely.

mark rolls his eyes, walking into the kitchen. “you always do this–you tell me to trust my gut, but the minute i think something is remotely off you call bullshit.”

he plops down on the couch, opening his bag and looking at his suit. running his fingers over the fabric, he feels a ringing in his ears, his spidey senses.

mark jolts, immediately sitting up. he throws on his suit, pulling the mask over his head. “where are you going?” says donghyuck, looking up at mark.

“just going for a swing, i won't be out too late.” mark replies, opening their window and swinging outside.

“you are so weird.” donghyuck mutters, sliding his headphones back onto his head.

mark swings from building to building, trying to figure out who or what triggered his spidey senses. he lands on top of the empire state building. he sits on the edge, letting his feet dangle over the city.

all of a sudden he whips his head around, immediately coming face to face with yet another…spider-person.

“typical landing spot huh?” mark furrows his brows, his gaze following the silhouette as they sit next to him.

mark leans back onto his hands, looking at the sunset, feigning nonchalance. “i mean, i guess you could say so. sometimes i just come up here when–” “things get too loud. i do the same.”

mark blinks, shocked by how similar they already are. “so… what brings you here?” god, what a loser he was.

“just…came up here to get some air.” they respond, looking down at all of the city life from the high spot they were at.

mark nods, looking down at his lap. “any uh, any name i should address you by?” they think for a second, gently caressing their chin. “ghost spider.” mark nods.

“i like your suit by the way, you do ballet at all?” he motions to the ballet insinuated design on the foot of the suit.

“oh! yeah, i mean, its a hobby.” they respond, looking at their suit. “what about you? any hobbies?”

mark shakes his head, drumming his fingers on his thighs. “nope, not really, unless you count doing excessive amounts of chemistry homework a hobby.”

they laugh a little, shaking their head. “you're really funny spidey, i understand why people like you.” they lean back on their hands, kicking their feet a little bit.

“thats a generous compliment.” mark smiles under the mask, though he knew they wouldn't see. “how come i've never seen you around before?”

they stiffen for a moment, unsure of what to say. “got my powers recently, i didn't really know what to do with them.”

mark hums, listening to them speak. “i got used to them, but i didn't really show my face to the public. thought it'd be weird to have two spiders in queens.” mark chuckles a bit, fully looking at them now.

“but, i figured you'd probably be happy to have another person like you around.” they nod, concluding their speech.

mark hums, taking in their words. “i guess so. hey, if you want, i can show you the ropes of how things work here.” he laughs at his own joke.

they stare blankly at him for a moment, not saying anything. “uh..i mean i guess?” they chuckle awkwardly. “but i know how to use my powers now so i don't know how you'd help?”

“oh, i mean just like, if you ever fight people, i could show you some moves or.. stuff.” mark spits out awkwardly.

they hum, standing up. “its getting late. its nice meeting you, see you around?” they inquire, slowly walking towards the edge of the building.

mark watches them, as if hypnotized. he shakes his head, before breaking out of his daze. “uh, yeah! yeah totally. see you around.” mark says, watching them leap off the building.

mark climbs through the window, closing it before flopping on the couch in his suit. he rips off his mask, taking deep breaths.

“you okay mark?” donghyuck murmurs, coming out of his bedroom. “theres another..spider person in queens.”

donghyuck furrowed his brows; confused but listening nonetheless. “their name is ghost spider. i'm pretty sure its a girl, but i'm not sure, they have a pretty deep voice.”

“and what does that have to do with you?” donghyuck inquires, leaning on the kitchen island.

“because something is off about them. i-i know you're gonna call my bluff, say i'm being paranoid, but hyuck i swear, there is something off about them.”

donghyuck sighs, “no mark i won't say any of that. if you truly think something is off about them, then i'd say just keep doing what you do. keep investigating, keep digging.”

mark nods, absorbing his best friend's words. “thank you.” he breathes off, before peeling off his suit.

“ew, mark you reek.” donghyuck smirks, as mark pushes him in retaliation. “asshole.” mark mutters as he walks over to his room.

—

a month has passed of you being here. and mark's overall suspicion has faded away, infact it felt like it was never there. you guys became good friends, even working on a few projects here and there.

however, things with ghost spider got confusing. he thought they were friends, she would help him sometimes, whether its against green goblin or doc ock, but when it comes to dr connor? she's fighting against him.

its confusing and it messes with his brain. he thinks they're sort of..frienemies? he doesn't know how to describe it. anyway, back to you.

you and mark hung out frequently, him sleeping over at your place more times than others. although today he insisted on studying for your guy's chemistry test.

when he came over, he looked..good. his hair was a little messy, but it was clean. he had some casual clothes on, baggy at the most.

you were sitting on your bed, flipping through different pages of your chemistry book, jotting down notes, listening to mark speak. things were normal at first, until you started really looking at him.

the way his lips moved when he said certain words, how he picks at his skin when he's nervous, the way he fiddles with his rings. it all fell in place right there. you like him.

this was not good. sure, you really did like him, but you were supposed to kill him, not fall in love with him.

“yn? are you paying attention?” mark is looking at you, his lip slightly jutted out. he looks cute like this, his eyes all big and round. he looks like a puppy, you think.

“oh, uh yeah, just got in my head a bit.” before you knew it, you two were closer on the bed than you were before. your thighs were brushing up against each other, the chemistry book sitting atop of your guy's legs.

your guy's fingers brush as you reach for your pencil. you look at him for a second, noticing his reddened cheeks, before your eyes dart back down to your paper.

a few moments pass and he starts up again. starts explaining everything in the material that you're learning, each subject. you're watching his lips again, how they move, how he wets his lips before speaking.

he turns to you, suddenly the air is thicker. your noses are brushing. marks breathing hitches, as he looks down at your lips. he bites his lip for a second, before looking into your eyes, as if asking if you feel it too.

you bite your lip as marks hand slowly creeps up to your cheek. “can i kiss you?” he breathes out, looking into your eyes. before you knew it, your lips are on eachothers, moving in sync. its awkward, its sweet, but he's testing the waters.

he pulls away, looking at you. he looks like he wants more, and god you want that too. you curl your hand to the back of his neck, bringing him closer. and now you're kissing him again. with more want, more fervor.

he's pushing you on your back, caging you in. mark suddenly pulls away panting, reaching for his shirt, but before he can do anything, you catch his hand.

“hey, hey, mark, slow down. we don't have to go that far.” you breathe out. you look at him, his pupils dilated, his lips slightly swollen and his hair all messed up. “y-yeah, i'll slow down.”

he gently kisses you again. his hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together. his other hand finds your waist, squeezing it gently.

“mark..” you mumble against his lips, your free hand curling in his hair. he hums in response, before trailing kisses down your neck. he nips at your neck, leaving a small mark.

“are you marking me?” “...maybe?” he smiles against your neck. you let out a laugh, running a hand through his hair.

he looks up at you, running a finger over your lip. “i really like you, yn.” he mutters, looking into your eyes. you felt your breath hitch. you really liked him too. you liked him too much.

you needed to stop, stop liking him. your father wouldn't like the fact you fell in love with his enemy. with his target. “i really like you too, mark.” the words slip out before you can stop them.

the reaction you receive makes your heart melt. mark smiles, before gently kissing you again, as if trying to make you feel his love through his kisses.

“can i take you out?” he inquires, his head resting on your chest, fidgeting with your fingers. “you wanna take me out?”

he raises a brow, looking at you as if you asked if the earth was flat. “..well yeah. i wanna properly date you, yn.” you nod, talking in his words.

“how does this friday work? you can come over around seven, and we can watch a movie.” you think about it for a second, mentally checking through your calendar.

“yeah, friday works. any dresscode?” “nope, just bring yourself.” you nod, watching him lay his head down on your chest.

you were in too deep.

—

mark's in a fight. again. its late, its friday, and he's supposed to have a date tonight. with you. but instead he's fighting someone who he thought was his friend.

“that all you got spidey?” they said, kicking him in the jaw. mark stumbles back, his back hitting the ground with a solid smack.

“get up, come on get up.” they said, grabbing his shoulder and slamming it against the brick wall. mark groans, pulling his mask up for a second, to catch his breath.

mark turns around, expecting to see ghost spider still there. but they weren't. instead they were gone. disappeared like thin air.

mark pulls his mask back down, shooting a web and swinging on his way to his dorm building. mark climbs through the window, almost falling onto his face as he scrambles to his room.

“mark! whats got you in a rush?” donghyuck shouts from his room, noticing mark's obvious and loud movement.

“i've got a date with yn! she's coming over so can you crash at johnny's or something?” mark shouts back, shrugging his suit off.

“mark seriously–” “hyuck please! just for tonight!” mark hears donghyuck sigh, before gathering a few things of his and trailing out the door.

mark dresses himself, a clean hoodie with some jeans. not too casual but not too formal. he sprays on some cologne, a woody scent, not too strong though.

mark pats himself down, fixing his hair, putting rings on, adding finishing touches. he's grabbing his phone when he hears the door ring. you.

he practically sprints to the door, trying to slightly touch himself up and make sure he doesn't have food stuck between his teeth or a hair standing straight up before he opens the door.

he opens the door, his face lighting up at seeing you. “you made it! sorry, food isn't here yet.” he opens the door wider to let you in.

you plop on the couch, taking in your surroundings. “donghyuck isn't here?” you question, watching mark sit down next to you.

“i kicked him out. made him crash at johnny's.” you furrow your brows. “for our date?” mark nods, “well yeah, didn't want to be interrupted. knowing him he'd probably say something stupid to make fun of me.”

chuckling, you keep listening to him. “but hyuck knows i mean well. we've been friends since like–forever–sorry am i rambling?” mark asks suddenly, looking at you.

“yeah, but i like listening to you so it's okay.” mark smiles slightly, before moving onto another topic. something about movies he liked, but nonetheless you listened.

all was well. there was a movie on in the background, food on the coffee table, and plenty of conversations flowing. until all wasn't well.

mark jolted up, his ears ringing once again. “mark?” you call his name, putting a hand on his shoulder. mark tried to ignore the nagging feeling for the sake of the date, for the sake of you.

but no matter how much he tried to ignore it, the ringing wouldn't stop. “i'm sorry, yn, i think you need to go…” he said before he could stop himself. “w-what, why?” you stutter, as he shuffles you towards the door.

before you can say something, you're pushed out the door. you suck in a breath, your ears are ringing as well.

you make sure mark is out of sight before shooting a web to the next building over. you hated having this ‘double life’ with mark. sure you didn't mind it before, but once you figured out your feelings?

you land on your window sill, knocking on your window. “giselle? giselle let me in.” you whisper-yell, trying to get your roommates attention.

giselle perks up at the tapping of glass. she furrows her brows as she lets you in. “why are you here early? aren’t you supposed to be at mark’s?” you hum, dusting yourself off.

“yeah..anyway, you know that plan i told you about? the plan to kill spiderman?” giselle widens her eyes, but nods nonetheless. “uh..yeah? i think so?” she replies, her tone confused.

you sigh, sitting on the couch, burying your hands in your face. “I fell in love with him.” you mutter, barely audible. “what? yn can you speak up?” you huff, running your fingers through your hair. “i fell in love with mark.”

giselle blinks, taken aback. “you..fell in love with your fathers target?” you sigh, nodding nonetheless. “mhm, now i have to fight my potential boyfriend.” “you know this is bad right? like really bad.”

you huff again. “yes, i know. my dad wouldn’t be pleased if he found out about this.” you say, walking to your room, fishing out your suit. shrugging it on, you sigh, looking in your mirror, deeply ashamed of the roles you have to play. you shouldn’t have to fight the person you love, the person you want to be with.

but instead here you are, getting ready to go fight the man you love most. you bid goodbye to giselle, shooting a web outside and swinging out. you race across the the city, trying to find where mark is located.

you swing down when it hits you, your ears start ringing, meaning mark is somewhere near. You whip your head around, only to see him swinging by your side. “you here to fight me or fight with me?” “don’t know yet, lets see who it is.”

then it comes into view, doc ock lifting up cars and throwing them at civilians. “hey!” mark shouts, already shoving a foot in doc’s face. you come in from behind, webbing up his tentacles, wrapping them around his body. “there’s two of you?!” he shouts, looking down at his tentacles wrapped around his waist.

you look at mark, only to find him staring at you already. you quickly avert your eyes, looking down at the villain, who was struggling. “you gonna talk or stay quiet?” you question, raising a brow at doc.

“why are there two of you?” he breathes out, struggling some more. “why do you need to know?” mark replies this time, as he sits atop of a street light. “because theres only supposed to be one spider-man! not two. thats just unfair.”

you look at mark, confused. “is he usually this weird?” mark shrugs, before suddenly whipping his head around. in his field of view, he’s pushed to the ground by dr connors. “wheres my spider?” he growls, grabbing him by his neck and lifting him up into the air.

“yo- what spider?” mark barely squeaks out. “don’t act dumb, lee! you know exactly what i’m talking about!” mark furrows his brows, his confusion prominent even through his mask. you watch as all this happens, a lump in your throat as you fight the war in your head. you’re stuck between saving the man you love, versus following your father’s orders.

in a last attempt to save mark, whom was obviously choking, you web your fathers feet, dragging him away from mark.. mark’s broken free, which he makes the move to get up and catch his breath. “you don’t normally help me with him.” he chokes out, looking at you. You clear your throat, looking away. “just–get him out of here.” you nod at him, about to head off when you feel yourself being lifted off the ground.

“forget about me?” doc ock. you groan, trying to wiggle free. You look around for mark, only to find him also in doc’s hold. you sigh, knowing you’re done for. “let her go.” dr connors growls. doc furrows his brows, looking over at him with a glare. “why? she special to you or something?” smirking, he tightens his grip on you, causing a slight whimper to make its way out of your mouth.

your father’s jaw tightens. huffing, he rips the webs off his feet, jumping down onto the ground. “let her go or i’ll smash your brains out. don’t play with me doc.” he growls, grabbing one of his metal tentacles and slowly, but painfully twisting them. “let her go now.” doc sighs, dropping you to the ground. “You gonna let him go as well?” you nod your head over to mark, which results in you getting a nasty glare from your father.

doc looks at you confused. “why should i let him go? you like him or something?” he grins, tightening his grip even more on mark. you cough, trying to keep your composure. “just let him go.” you breath out, slowly approaching mark. you grab the claws, prying them away from mark. mark drops down to his knees, catching his breath. “thanks.” he mutters, standing up slowly. he looks at you for a second. his mask slightly ridden up, exposing his sharp jaw. definitely mark.

before you can ask if he’s okay, he swings away. off to where? deciding on most definitely was a rash decision, you swing after him. You don’t even need to keep up because you know where he’s going.

landing on top of the empire state building, you sit down next to him. he looks over, and to your surprise, his mask is off. “hey.” he mutters. there he is, beautifully in pain. you clear your throat, scooting closer. “you okay?” you ask. genuinely, not sarcastically.

he sighs, running a hand though his messy hair. “yeah. today just sucks ya’know? was supposed to have a date tonight. but instead i’m fighting doc ock and dr. connors.” you nod. “who’s the lucky girl? or guy, i don’t discriminate.” he breathes out a laugh. “it's a girl. i really like her ya'know? she's beautiful, smart and kind. she even listens to my stupid rants.”

you nod, listening to him talk about you. “how..how do you know dr connors?” he asks, looking at you. you stiffen, trying to find an excuse. “he's an old friend of mine.” mark nods, fidgeting with his mask. Mark purses his lips for a second. “how come you saved me back there? you don’t normally save me when we’re fighting dr. connors.” you sigh, looking at your lap.

“although i was ordered to kill you, i decided i could either let him kill you now, or let him keep playing with you. i chose the latter.” mark leans back, confused. “i’m sorry? you were ordered to kill me?” you laugh at his disbelief. “more like forced but whatever works for you.”

Mark hums. “I’m still confused..you fight me when you’re with dr.connors, but when its another villain, you fight with me. It doesn’t make any sense.” you look at him, just watching him. watching the man you love. “If i told you, i’d give away my identity, then you’d definitely hate me.”

mark furrows his brows, “who says i’d hate you?” you sigh, before slowly standing up. “i’ve said too much. see you around spidey.” you say before swinging away. Mark looks at his lap for a few seconds before putting his mask on, swinging back to his dorm.

mark climbs through the window and flops on the couch. he's about to call for donghyuck when he remembers he isn't here. mark groans, clutching his side. mark looks down at his hand, seeing some blood there.

mark shrugs his suit down, grabbing some bandages that he keeps in the coffee table and wrapping them around his midsection. before he completely passes out, he makes an attempt to take off his suit and slide a shirt on.

as soon as he hits the pillow, he's out like a light.

—

waking up, he’s hit with a pounding headache. he sits up, holding a hand to his head, wincing. “hyuck?” he calls out, finally having the energy to get up and walk around. “hyuck?” he calls out once more, still no reply. mark looks around for his phone, before finally finding it somewhere on his floor.

pressing the call button, he sits back on his bed. much to his disliking, donghyuck doesn’t pick up the phone, which causes mark’s concern to spike up. He presses johnny’s contact, no answer either.

mark grabs some pants, sliding them on before trailing out the door, hoping to find his friends. after a few minutes of walking around the dorms, he finally knocks on johnny’s door. “johnny? hyuck?” he calls out, hoping someone would hear them.

“mark?” a voice calls out. “hyuck? Is that you? oh my god.” mark scurries over to where the voice is, almost tripping over his own feet. “you’re always in a rush, mark.” donghyuck shakes his head, sitting up on the guest bedroom bed. “i have been looking for you! of course i’m in a rush!” mark whisper-yells. “why have you been looking for me?” he yawns, rubbing his eyes.

“cause something happened last night.” mark mutters, straightening himself up. donghyuck raises a brow, standing up now. “what happened? someone die?” “holy shoot…” says a voice from somewhere. johnny.

“johnny-” “i knew it! i knew you were spider-man! but hyuck said i was delusional!” mark sighs, looking over donghyuck. “seriously?” he mouths to which donghyuck smiles sheepishly. “yes johnny, i’m spider-man. happy now?”

“this isn’t as exciting as i thought it would be.” johnny sighs, walking back into the bathroom. “whatever, hyuck, make sure he doesn’t run his mouth. I’ll tell you later.” mark grunts, making his way out the door.

—

“i think yn is ghost spider.” mark mutters, looking over at donghyuck. “what makes you say that?” donghyuck stutters, obviously taken aback. “does this mean you don’t like her anymore? well, if she does end up being ghost spider?” donghyuck asks. “well no, i still very much like her. i just don’t know what i’d do if she does end up being ghost spider.” mark replies, his voice quivering.

“i don’t know what to say mark, other than why do you think she’s ghost spider?” “cause when i fought dr.connors that night, she was working with him. why would she only fight against me when its dr. connors and fight with me when its any other villain?” mark sighs, dropping his head into his hands. “And when i asked ghost spider about how they know dr. connors, they said he was an ‘old friend’ like what kind of response is that?!”

“mark-” “no you need to listen to me. i knew something was off about yn, and you still didn’t listen to me! so what if she ends up being ghost spider? i let a villain into our house, into our lives. this is why i don’t date. i can’t trust anyone nowadays.”

“mark you need to calm down. jumping to conclusions can lead to getting your hopes up. just keep doing your thing. keep investigating, keep an eye open.” mark nods, taking in donghyucks words. “thanks hyuck, you always know what to say.” he says, smiling at his best friend.

—

much to mark’s disappointment, he isn’t able to reschedule your date. so the next time he sees you, its in chemistry. He sits down next to you, words already on the tip of his tongue.

“yn, i’m so sorry i blew off our date, well, more like ended it. it wasn’t because i don’t like you or anything, its just because i randomly felt sick and i didn’t want to—” he suddenly feels a peck on his lips.

he looks up and you’re smiling. “did you just..kiss me?” he mutters, a slight smile on his lips. “yes and now that i’ve got your attention. it’s fine mark. i completely understand. do you wanna go out tonight then?” mark blinks, “wait really?”

“yeah! we can like, go out for pizza or something, whatever you’d like.” mark nods, watching your face. “Is there anything specific you wanna do?” you shake your head. “nah, if you just wanna do what we did last time then thats fine.”

humming, mark takes a leap. he grabs your hand and gently holds it. “thats fine with me.” he whispers, as if he’d ruin the moment if he was too loud.

“we're supposed to be doing chemistry, not having it romantically.” the teacher scolds, catching you completely off guard. “sorry.” you both mumble.

for the majority of the class, you two managed to focus. aside from the fact his hand is still in yours. you kept noticing him looking over at you, his gaze soft and sweet. you smile shyly, gently squeezing his hand.

—

“food should be here soon.” mark leans back on the couch, taking sip of his water. you hum, sitting cross legged next to him.

mark clears his throat, “you look really good.” he mutters, barely audible. “what did you say?” “i said you look really good.”

“you think so?” you say, looking down at yourself.

“of course i do.” his voice is lower, and his stare is practically boring holes into your skull. “when do you not look good?”

“it just sounds like you're trying to butter me up, mark. it's not working.” you cross your arms, a small curve on your lips.

“you sure it's not working?” mark inches closer to you, moving your arms away from your body and instead on his.

you bite your lip, looking at him. “what's your goal here, mark?” you say, tilting your head.

“my goal? there is no goal.” he says, leaning in closer. almost as if to tease you. you click your tongue, leaning in closer.

“prove it.” you say, resting your hands on his knees. “prove what?” furrowing his brows, he intertwines your hands, holding them tightly.

“prove you have no goal.” letting out a laugh, he replies with just enough sass as you. “how am i supposed to do that?”

you sigh, looking around, before finally just blurting it out. “whatever mark, just kiss me.” you say, expecting him to immediately kiss you. but instead you get a very flustered mark.

“kiss you?” his jaw is slack, almost as if he saw a ghost in real time. “yes mark, that's what i've been trying to do this whole time!”

“really?” mark furrows his brows. “oh my god.” you mutter, before crashing your lips on his. mark's eyes widen from the sudden contact, before he finally melts.

he brings his hand up, curling his fingers into your hair as he moves his lips against yours. he pulls away for a second, catching his breath before kissing you hungrily again.

your fingers curl around his hoodie as you get lost in the heat of the moment. mark's teeth bit gently on your lower lip, and the sound you let out was like music to his ears.

you let your hands roam his body, from his muscular arms to his toned abdomen, your brain was racing with thoughts all about mark.

mark starts going lower, his kisses trailing down your neck. you let out a quiet noise, something between a whimper and a moan, but nonetheless it sounded amazing to mark.

mark's hands slid up under your shirt as he trails his kisses back up to you lips. “my god.” mumbling against his lips as your arms wrap around his neck.

you feel his smile on your lips, before he starts speaking. “want you.” he murmurs, gently pulling away and pushing you onto your back.

he skims over you. your swollen lips, your hair splayed across the couch, trembling under his touch. “you look…gorgeous.” he mumbles, gently stroking your lip.

“you think so?” you breathe out. “oh yes.” he responds, leaning down and plunging his teeth into the juncture of your neck.

you claw at his back, letting out another high pitched moan. “mm, keep doing that.” he whispers, the vibrations against your neck making you feel things.

“mark..” you moan out, your hands flying up to his hair as he leaves a mark on your collarbone. “mhm?”

“this is gonna be a long night.” you lean your head back, sliding your hands up his torso. mark nods. “definitely.” he smirks, before leaning down to kiss you again.

—

the next morning, mark came home with the biggest grin on his face. when he walked through the door, he was met with donghyuck and his slack jaw. “dude, you’re like littered with hickey’s” he deadpans, his eyes roaming across mark’s neck and collarbone.

“yeah, we had alot of fun…with eachother.” donghyuck rolls his eyes. “i dont wanna know. i can’t believe you got laid before me.” mark scoffs. “whatever. i ..i think i’m gonna ask her soon.”

donghyuck hums, pouring his morning coffee. “ask her what?” “to be my girlfriend.” donghyuck freezes, some of the coffee he was pouring ending up on the floor and counter. The silence was frightening.

“mark think for a second. remember how petrified you were when a villain found out where we lived?” mark nods slowly, absorbing his words.

“this could put her in danger, mark. and i don’t think you want that. I understand you really like her, but your situation is just too complicated for her.”

mark shrinks into himself, the more he thinks about it, the guiltier he feels. “you’re right. hyuck, you’re really right. i got so caught up in my head that i forgot about the consequences.”

“no, mark you’re missing the point.” mark feels his stomach practically drop as donghyuck continues, “this could really hurt her. are you ever going to tell her about anything?”

“well… yeah… at some point.” mark admits, “i don't know, hyuck.”

donghyuck nudges mark a bit, “don’t do it now. do it soon.” “you're right. i'll do it soon.” mark walks away after that, walking into his room and drowning himself in his thoughts.

—

as mark walked to dr. connors, drained and tired. the things that happened in the last few weeks were so hard for his brain to process.

mark walked into dr. connors, seeing you. His lips curve up slightly, as he slides into the seat next to you. “hey..” he mutters, pulling out his laptop. “you okay?” he hears you speak up, your eyes meeting.

“yeah, just tired. things have been hard lately.” mark sighs.

“i get that, me too.” you lean back into your seat. “you wanna spend some time studying together?”

“sure, i'd like that.” maybe mark will use this time as an opportunity to tell you, he thinks.

as dr. connors continues his lecture, your mind is swarming with thoughts. they were mostly about mark, but also your second identity. you had the same thought as him though, would you tell him about your plan?

The rest of the class he zones out. Until dr connors slips a note to him. Mark furrows his brows as he reads it, and his breathing stops momentarily. “I know you’re spider-man, meet me at my lab tonight”

—

it was taking too long for mark to come. you pace back and forth in your room, slightly anxious over whether or not he'd actually come. your phone begins to ring, and you answer it, thinking it would be mark.

“can you come over here for a second? i need help with some things.” hearing the voice of your fathers instead of mark made your heart drop a little.

“ok, i'll be on my way,” you respond before hanging up, putting your phone down and sliding your suit on

unfortunately for you, you left your door unlocked in hopes mark would show up. and he did. at the worst time possible.

“yn..?” mark stood at your doorframe, a mix of concern, shock, and anger in his face.

“mark?” you gasp, suit almost completely on. “get out of my room.”

“get out? no explain yourself!” you stammer, trying to come up with an excuse other than ‘i'm sorry.’ “you knew i was spider-man this whole time.”

mark looks beyond angry, beyond disappointed. “you knew. you knew what he was doing, didnt you?” you can only stare, the whole plan completely forgotten.

“was it fake?” he clenches his jaw, raising a brow. waiting for you to answer. you stutter, “no! it wasn't fake i swear.” “really? then why'd you suddenly get close to me?”

your face flushes with shame. you look down, unable to meet his gaze. “tell me the truth yn, tell me.” he presses, his tone sharp and meaningful.

your stomach drops so far down you're convinced it left your body. “i can't.” mark scoffs, obviously flabbergasted. “you can't? but you can plot my murder with my enemy.”

“i didn't plot anything.” you mutter, finally looking up at him. “you didn't what? can you speak up?” he shouts, to which you flinch. this isn’t the mark you wanna see.

this isn't mark at all. this isnt the mark you fell in love with. this isn’t the mark you kissed, the mark you hugged, the mark you slept with. “i didn't plot anything! i didn't have a choice mark!”

you say through tears, the words coming out broken and ragged. marks jaw ticks as he looks away. “whatever yn, we'll talk later.”

“mark please…” you plead, reaching out to him. he jerks away, looking at you with an expression that makes your heart shatter. he looks heartbroken, angry, sad, lost. “don't touch me.” mark says coldly, backing up to the other side of the room.

you look down, unable to keep the tears in. they fall down your cheeks like a waterfall, slow and dramatic. mark stiffens. in a normal situation he'd run over to you and hug you in a heartbeat.

but now? he stands there, coldly. his eyes hold no emotion, they lack the usual warmth he normally has. he clears his throat, gathering his things. “i got the message from your father, i'll see you at the lab.” you watch as he walks away.

your entire world stops spinning as he exits from the door, and you stand there speechless for a second before deciding you had to get to your father before he did.

you had never ran (or swung either, for that matter.) faster in your life, and as you're about to swing on one of the other buildings, you bump into spider-man, of course.

“m- spider-man. i'm so sorry.” you say, just loudly enough for him to hear you. you want to hold onto him so bad, but you had no more chances at doing so.

“sorry won't fucking cut it. you know what you did.” he responds coldly, rushing away from you.

you try to keep up with his pace all the way to your fathers lab, where you're semi-out of breath, but more emotional than anything. “mark, listen!” you cry out.

mark ignores you as he swings on top the lab, you follow suit, trying to talk to him. “stop fucking following me.” he growls, pulling his mask down as he slips into the lab. your stomach drops at this, and now you know you really messed up, if you haven’t already.

you clench your jaw at how good he looks right now. you slip in with him, deciding to stay hidden instead of following him.

“look who showed!” says dr connors. “i kind of had to, you did threaten me with my identity.” your eyes widen, that was not what your father told you was in the note. You observe quietly as they talk.

“what’s up big guy? why do you need me here?” mark asks broadly, blissful unaware his doom weighs over his head. “You stole my spider!” dr connors shouts. mark blinks, “spider? That’s what you’re upset about?” your father clenches his jaw, trying to be patient.

“dude, it like, bit me. I can’t exactly get it back.” your father gawks at this, beyond frustrated. “stupid teenager. you wasted my time.” he growls, marching towards mark.

“woah, woah, big guy. lets talk for a second. what do you need that specific spider for?” mark reasons, backing up towards a lab table as the life-sized green lizard draws closer.

he lunges at mark, his fist colliding with mark's gut before he jumps away. mark's breath leaves his lungs as he's thrusted into the wall. “lets talk about this okay? we don’t have to hurt anyone, especially not your daughter.” mark breathes out.

dr connors freezes. his eyes narrow, his gaze suddenly getting a knowing glint in them. “how do you know she’s here tonight?” your stomach drops as mark looks over at you, raising an eyebrow at you. how did he know where you were? you sigh, hopping down from your spot.

noth of the men watch you as you walk over. mark’s gaze is steady, but you can tell he’s obviously still hurt, your heart aches. you desperately want to tell him the truth, let everything spill out.

but you don’t. you stand next to mark, looking up at your father. “he’s right dad, lets not jump to fighting. lets talk, like adults.” as you side with mark, your fathers gaze becomes bitter. “you’re siding with him? after everything we discussed?” you scoff, not even believing the person your father has become over stupid spider.

“what have we discussed? You didn’t let me speak, you didn’t let me choose anything!” you argue, your voice raising with every word you speak. “You chose to go after an innocent boy, someone who did nothing to you, and you decide to plot his murder!”

mark stands there, watching as you fight your father. “i listened to every word you said about him, how he’s evil, how he’s a thief, and how he’s the worst student you’ve ever had. but have you ever taken the chance to know him personally?”

mark is beyond belief right now, watching as you defend him, and yourself in front of your father. “yn, leave us.” your father mutters, pointing towards the exit. You shake your head, still standing next to mark.

“why aren’t you leaving?” mark mutters to you. you grab his hand, holding it tightly. “after everything that went down tonight? I’m not leaving until i can prove myself to you.”

seconds go by without a response from mark who is just standing there. every second that goes by, your heart speeds up a little. say something you think. mark squeezes your hand, and you can tell he believes you. “okay.” he whispers to you.

looking back at the perpatrator, mark lets go of your hand. you frown at the loss of contact but ultimately you go back to reality.

mark lunges at dr connors, his foot colliding with his face. the two fight messily, the sound of skin hitting skin fills your ears. dr connors comes barreling towards mark, claws out. mark webs his hand to the ground.

this angers him, as he jumps toward mark, holding mark up by his neck. dr connors snarls, watching mark.

"you wasted my time, lee! you could've just told me it bit you." his hands contract around marks throat.

mark thrashes in his hold, gasping for air. "you…" mark trails off, catching his breath after the intense fighting. "you never let me speak, you just assumed i was a coward and couldn't admit fault."

obviously, he doesn't like this answer because he tightens his grip even more. you watch as all this happens, you're frozen in fear. unable to say or do anything for this situation.

you watch as marks eyes slowly close, his conciousness slipping away. dr connors lets him go, walking away. mark's still body drops to the ground. "yn, come on. we're done here."

you run over to mark, cradling his unconscious body. “i'm not doing shit till you realize how immature you are.” you keep your back towards your father, not daring to look at him.

you slide mark's mask off. his lip is busted, and theres blood dripping on his forehead. you look at him, your poor boy, laying there unconscious. holding in all this poor baggage.

you move some hair out of his face, stroking his cheek. you peck his forehead before reluctantly turning to your father.

“i love him. and if you want to kill him, you'll have to kill me first.” your fathers face visibly hardens, claws tightening around the desk. “you dare to challenge me?”

mark blinks awake, rubbing his eyes. he looks up and sees you guarding him. like a human wall, not backing down. mark stays silent, watching as you fight your father.

“yes i do. come on, hit me, scratch me. but don’t you dare touch him.” your voice tenses, as you get into a fighting stance. your feet plastered on the ground.

your father looks away, clenching the desk. he walks away, walking around the lab. then suddenly a glass breaks and smoke breaks through the air. you're coughing, covering your mouth and nose.

fire spreads fast, and before you know it, there's a boom ringing in your ears. you hit the ground with a thud, your vision going.

—

you didn't know how long you were out for, but the minute you regain consciousness, you try your best to make your way to mark.

you limp over, tripping over ceilings that have caved in. you're wary of the radioactive chemicals spilt on the ground. but your main focus is mark.

you run to him when you see him. seeing his dust covered face, you grab his mask and his unconscious body. swinging atop of a random building, you hold him in your arms.

“mark? mark please.” you plead, holding his face in your hands. “please wake up,i can't lose you.” you cry, gently stroking his face.

you contemplate doing cpr, but then again, you never paid attention in health class. oops. you sit there, holding his face.

you look away, your hand tightening around his. staring at the lab which you once called your favorite place, is now caved in. you think about your father, why he did what he did.

“yn?” you whip your head around, looking at mark, who's coughing up some blood. “mark, oh my god.” you help him sit up as he coughs it out. you thread your fingers through his hair, just letting him know you're there.

“why?” he mutters, looking into your eyes. “why what?” you furrow your brows, looking back at him. “why'd you lie? about everything?”

mark can physically see your face drop. “i did it because i had to.” mark stares blanky at you, waiting for you to elaborate. “i didn't have a choice. my dad forced me to help him kill you. i didn't really care about his whole plan, but what else could i have done?"

you pull your mask down, throwing it somewhere on the building. your breath is shaky as you speak, "he made me get close to you, manipulate you and somehow lead you to the lab for your murder. but along the way.. i fell for you. and i know that's ironic but it's true."

"i really wanted to tell you, about everything, about my feelings, my identity, the plan. but i couldn't." mark watches as tears stream down your face. his heart shatters and on instinct, his hand reaches for yours.

"i didn't lie when i said i liked you, or when i said i wanted to be with you. i really do love you mark." you look up at him, your eyes glassy with tears. "i don't know how else to make you believe me, but tell me and i'll do in a heartbeat."

mark shakes his head as he wraps his arms around you. "i believe you. i really do so please don't try to prove yourself." mark mutters into your hair, his hand moving up and down your back. "i guess i was just in so much shock that i didn't think about your feelings either."

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry for not telling you." you sob into his chest. mark cups your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. "hey, its fine. i forgive you." mark smiles, gently pecking your forehead, before resting his chin on your head.

"he's dead." you mutter, toying with his fingers. mark's fingers still in your hair. "who? your father?" mark mumbles. "yeah. you were still unconscious but he blew up the building with some sort of flammable gas."

"i saw you fighting him." mark deadpans. he takes in a deep breath, "you were so amazing, standing up to him like that. i wanted to get up and fight him with you but i didn't. because that was between you and him."

"i saw how he couldn't fight you, how he restrained himself." mark pauses, choosing his words carefully, "he might've been my enemy, but he was your father. he put you first over anything."

"you were awake that whole time." you blank, your fingers stilling in his. "yeah. i was. and i'm glad i got to see you stand up for yourself." mark smiles down at you, intertwining his fingers with yours.

nothing happens for a few moments as both of you are taking in everything that has happened. mark's steady breathing his soft against your back. you bask in his touch, his presence grounding you.

"what happens now?" mark mutters, looking down at you. you pause, thoughts running through your brain. "what do you mean?" you rotate your body, facing him. mark looks down at his lap, chewing at his lips.

"what i mean is..what does this mean for us? do you want to be with me? or did i ruin it." mark looks away, his eyes suddenly getting glassy. you grab his chin, trying to catch his eyes.

"mark look at me." your voice is calm, collected. when mark finally looks at you, the rim of his eyes are filled with tears. "i want to be with you."

"promise?" he questions. "promise, seriously? mark what are we in fifth grade?" mark lets out a shaky laugh, his hand tightening around yours."just..promise me. it makes me feel secure, like i have control."

you nod, "i promise." you stay, looking into his eyes. marks tears finally break through, streaming down his face. "i love you so much." he sobs as he pulls you into his chest.

you still for a moment, letting him sob into your arms. mustering up the courage to repeat it back, you comb your hands through his hair, "i love you too, so so much."

—

as you walk through the door to marks dorm, you're met with donghyuck, flipping the lights on. "mark you look like shit." mark sags in your hold as he looks at his best friend,

"thanks man, i literally almost died in an explosion." donghyuck furrows his brows, looking between the two of you. "you saved him, didn't you?" hyuck presses, looking at you dead in the eyes.

you nod, holding mark up. you open your mouth, about to explain yourself when donghyuck speaks for you. “you put mark through alot, you know?”

mark winces, waving donghyuck off. “lay off hyuck, she has her reasons.” mark looks at you, nodding towards the couch.

you gently set him down, helping him out of his suit and into a spare change of clothes.

“i can sense you, donghyuck. what do you need to say?” you speak without looking at him. your eyes trained on mark.

“don't fuck this up.” he deadpans, his stare holding. “mark already struggles enough to keep up the spiderman act, he doesn't need to keep yours up as well.”

“i'm fully capable of managing myself, so don't you worry.” you turn to him, a tight smile on your lips.

donghyuck nods, walking to his room. “don't be too loud, lovebirds.” mark's face flushes red as he buries his head in your shoulder.

mark sucks in a breath, looking up at you. “no matter what anyone else thinks, no matter what villains we encounter, i want you by my side.”

you smile at him, your hands curling around his. “then lets do it. from now on, we're together. label or not.”

—

POST LAB ACCIDENT.

you're sitting atop of the empire state building again. this time with mark. you two are just talking like normal.

friend problems, missing assignments, the usual. then mark gets an idea. his hand slowly creeps toward your back.

you whip your head around just as he's about to push you off the building. “you wouldn't.” you mutter, looking up at him.

mark gets this glint in his eyes. the one that sparks up when he's about to do something stupid. “mark..” you lean back, watching as he stands up.

mark slips his mask on, “come catch me!” mark yells as he jumps off the building. you sigh, watching his body disappear over the ledge.

you wait a few seconds, spinning a web to play with. “are you seriously not gonna entertain me?” he whines, burying his head in your shoulder.

“nope.” you mumble, leaning your head on his. “whatever.” he grumbles, his arms tightening around you.

“love you.” he mumbles into your neck, his arms wrapped around your midsection.

“love you spidey.”