I just had that random thought : what if the Reader had powers in the neglect!batfam AU ? Or in a normal AU ?
(TW : Bad english, not my first language)
Imagine a Spider-man!Reader, they got bit on a random wednesday after school, and now they have all this cool spider powers. I like to imagine that they can do all a spider can do (The mutation is strong enough that they create their own spider webs; they develop a kind of spider brain with all the spider instincts; they are very flexible, they have the venom of the spider that bit them; they can stick to walls...)
But not so long after discovering their new powers, they runs into Duke in a corridor. They didn't speak or anything, just walked past each other (they weren't going in the same direction) and Duke has to do a double take because since when is his sibling radioactive ??
And suddenly the Reader, who's not even a vigilante at that point, have all the batfam paying them attention because Duke told them that the Reader was radioactive. And now they have to discover what happened.
Imagine a Reader having mind control powers. And they start to think that they are being neglected because the batfam saw that they were a monster.
So Mind Control!Reader decide to leave and live in the streets, or try to die because they don't want to be a monster. But they are saved before that happened.
Or they become a villain. Always an option.
A Meta Raccoon!Reader. You know, I imagine Chaotic!Reader as a meta raccoon, so imagine them after coming back to life realized that not only they are alived again, but also a meta raccoon.
That Reader will freak out because since when resurrection transforms you into a meta ?? That sure didn't happened to Jason.
I can imagine Meta Raccoon!Reader stalking Jason after that because they think that Jason became a meta like them after death, but no. They will do that with every person that came back from death with the lazarus pit.
I can imagine them, especially if it's Chaotic!Reader, randomly showing up at the league one day to ask Ra's Al Ghul if that was normal.
A Reader with a time power, and they decide to become a Time Traveler. Or a Reader with space powers becoming a Space Traveler.
Once Time Traveler!Reader realized what they can do, they just decide to travel in time to know more about the past and futur, but one day they meet someone in the batfam, probably Dick, in the present and Dick think they are an hallucination because him and all the batfam thought that the Reader was dead.
It was revealed that when Time Traveler!Reader is in another era/age, there is no other me that takes their place, like they originally thought, and the time keep moving, so everyone thought that they were dead.
A Space Traveler!Reader that decide to leave Earth when they discover that they can breath in the space because of their powers and fly and teleport, and a lot of others cool things. They want to live among the stars and see all that the universe had to offer, and they saw their powers as a gift from the universe, a sign that it was their destiny.
So they travel in space, going on Earth only to eat and drink sometimes, because they think that human/Earth food is better than the ones on others planets.
They are reported as missing, and it's only on a random friday that the batfam see them again. If it's on Earth, Tim or Damian are the ones who find them, and if it's on another planet, then it's Batman.
And this Reader don't want to go to the manor, because it's not their home anymore, their home is space itself now.
A Plant Powers!Reader who's adopt by Ivy and Harley. Ivy see someone, a child/teenager like her, and decide to kidnapp adopt them.
I can see that Reader being really happy about it, they are a villain and have a lot of fun in their new life.
Ivy is the one who teach them how to use their powers and Harley always listen the Reader when something's wrong.
That Reader killed the Joker for Harley. After that they are arrested and it's only at that moment that the batfam realized that they fucked up.
A Winged!Reader that grow wings on a saturday when nobody is at the manor.
When they grow their wings, they are alone in their room, their new instincts pushing them to find their family; in most AU when someone grow wings they need their family/packmate, because of the instincts and all. And it's the same here, but because Reader is alone, their instinct push them to leave the manor to find their family/packmate.
It's Superman who found them, I headcanon that Kryptonian also have a similar thing, a sort of instinct that makes them have a pack/group (idrk how to say it; une sorte d'instinct de meute) and that they are very protective when it comes to the young ones.
So he is angry, more than angry, when he learn that this new born bird was left alone when they grew their wings. So he decide to take them, now the Reader is Clark's kid. And he, Kon and Jon, will fight everyone who try to take them away.
And the Winged!Reader is just happy to have a loving family/packmates.
(Could end up in a Superbat fic, bc I can't sse any others ways for the batfam to have the Reader back)
Now, some lyrics because I can (I love doing that) :
^ Space Traveler!Reader because they go where nobody can follow them, they adventure the part of the Universe that weren't discover by the rest of the world.
^ Time Traveler!Reader that is lost in time, they can't see time pass, often forget what day it was when they decide to travel in time, forgetting when is present.
^ Mind Control!Reader when they discover their power. (They used it on a innocent the first time they've used it; it was an accident)
^ Plant Power!Reader when they met Poison Ivy. They are happy to be with someone like them, with the same powers, to have a loving parental figure in their life.
^ Superman when he saw that Winged!Reader was alone and searching their family/packmates when their wings started to grow.
^ Raccoon Meta!Reader when they came back to life, with a new form and a lot of questions to search answers for.
^ Spider-man!Reader that talked to their best friend about their situation and how their family think that they aren't who they are (the Batfam think the Reader have been replaced by a clone or someone else because they are radioactive, their healing powers don't help).
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Tangled in the Web / Gwen Stacy x Sibling! Male Reader
Y/n Stacey, Gwen's adopted brother, struggles with feeling inadequate as a fellow spider hero. He pushes himself too hard on patrols, trying to prove his worth. Gwen, worried for him, finds him one night and reassures him that he doesn't need to be perfect, reminding him that being himself is enough.
Word count: 3199
A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!
Y/n Stacey hung upside down from the Queensboro Bridge, the city's lights glittering below him. The cool night breeze swept across his face, but it wasnât enough to chase away the exhaustion settling into his bones. He'd been patrolling for hoursâagain. His muscles ached, and his head pounded, but there was something about the quiet of the night and the hum of traffic below that kept him tethered to the city.
Somewhere out there, Gwen was probably asleep, or maybe getting ready to call it a night after her patrol. Y/n didnât want to check in with her. Not yet. Every time he swung next to her, he felt like he was in the way, like he didnât belong. She was Spider-Woman. She had been doing this for years, saving the city, and making a name for herself. He was just... there.
His phone buzzed. A message from Gwen lit up the screen.
âYou out there? Havenât heard from you in a while.â
Y/n stared at the text, thumb hovering over the screen, debating whether to respond. He wasnât ready for her questions. Wasnât ready for her to see just how out of sync he felt.
Instead of replying, he pocketed the phone and pushed off the bridge, firing a web at the nearest building. He shot across the city, his movements sharp, almost reckless. The city was quieter than usual, but Y/nâs spider-sense tingled as he landed on a rooftop overlooking a back alley. Two men were breaking into a shop, their movements quick and practiced. He sprang into action without hesitation.
Within minutes, both men were webbed up, dangling from a streetlamp as Y/n crouched on the roof above, catching his breath. The satisfaction of the takedown was fleeting, the familiar feeling of inadequacy creeping back in. This was nothing compared to what Gwen faced regularlyâshe was out there dealing with real threats, real villains.
âWhy canât I be better?â He thought bitterly.
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Back at their shared apartment, Gwen was pacing. She had checked in with Y/n a few times already that night with no response. Her stomach churned with worry. This wasnât newâY/n had been avoiding her more and more lately, pushing himself on longer patrols, working himself to the bone. She could see how hard he was trying to keep up, but that wasnât the point. It wasnât a competition.
Gwen sighed, running a hand through her hair. She knew where this was coming from, this relentless drive to prove himself. Y/n admired her, and while she appreciated his dedication, it killed her to see him running himself ragged trying to be something he already wasâenough.
Grabbing her mask, Gwen headed out. She wasnât going to let him slip further into this spiral.
ââââââ-
Y/n was midway through another swing when Gwenâs voice cut through his earpiece.
âY/n, where are you?â
He winced. He had hoped to avoid this conversation. âOn patrol,â he replied curtly.
âWhere?â She pressed, her voice carrying that familiar edge of concern.
âDowntown. Near Tribeca,â He lied, knowing she would find him soon enough. She always did.
A moment of silence stretched between them before Gwen sighed. âYou need to slow down. Youâve been pushing yourself too hard.â
âIâm fine,â Y/n snapped, his frustration slipping through. He landed on another rooftop, hands clenched into fists. âIâm just doing my part.â
âThis isnât about doing your part, Y/n/n. This is about you running yourself into the ground.â
Y/n clenched his jaw. âYou donât get it, Gwen. Youâre better at this. You always have been.â
âThatâs not true,â Gwen said, her voice softening. âWeâre a team. You donât have to compete with me.â
âIâm not competing with you,â Y/n muttered, though even as the words left his mouth, he knew they werenât entirely true. He was competingâwith her, with himself, with the idea that he wasnât good enough.
âYou are,â Gwen countered gently. âAnd you donât have to. Y/n, youâre already enough. You donât need to prove anything to me, or anyone.â
Y/n stared out over the city, the weight of her words pressing down on him. He wanted to believe her, wanted to believe that he didnât need to keep up, but every time he saw her in action, he felt like he was falling short.
âI just... I feel like Iâm always one step behind,â he admitted quietly. âYouâre out there saving the world, and Iâm barely keeping up.â
âYouâre not behind,â Gwen said firmly. âYouâre doing exactly what you need to be doing. Youâre saving lives. Youâre making a difference.â
Y/nâs shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him. âIt doesnât feel like enough.â
Gwen landed beside him, pulling off her mask and offering a small, reassuring smile. âIt is enough, Y/n/n. You donât have to carry this on your own. Weâre in this together. Iâve got your back, always.â
For a moment, the two stood in silence, the cityâs hum filling the air around them. Y/n finally let out a long breath, the tension in his chest loosening.
âOkay,â he said quietly. âIâll try to slow down.â
Gwen smiled and slung an arm over his shoulder. âGood. Now, letâs get home. I think we both deserve a break.â
As they swung through the city, side by side, Y/n couldnât help but feel a little lighter. Maybe he didnât have to be perfect. Maybe being himselfâjust Y/nâwas enough. And with Gwen by his side, he knew he didnât have to face it all alone.
âââââââââ
The apartment was unusually quiet when Y/n and Gwen got home. Normally, thereâd be the sound of music playing from Gwenâs room, or the clatter of her making a late-night snack, but tonight, neither of them had much energy left. The exhaustion from their patrols, especially Y/nâs, had set in deeply, weighing down their bodies and minds.
Gwen dropped onto the couch, letting out a long sigh as she tossed her mask onto the coffee table. Y/n stood awkwardly in the doorway, still feeling the echoes of his earlier frustration. The conversation on the rooftop had lifted some of the weight off his shoulders, but there was still a knot of unease lodged deep inside. He didnât know how to untangle it.
âYou okay?â Gwen asked, glancing at him from her spot on the couch.
Y/n shrugged, moving toward the window. He couldnât bring himself to sit down yet, his body still humming with the tension of the night. âYeah, Iâm fine.â
Gwen raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but didnât push further. She knew her brother well enough to give him space when he needed it. âYou donât have to talk about it if youâre not ready, but just... donât shut me out, okay?â
Y/n nodded but didnât turn around. He stared out over the city, the lights twinkling in the distance. The same city heâd been protecting all night, the same city Gwen had been protecting for so much longer.
It wasnât that Y/n didnât appreciate her supportâhe did. But there was this constant, nagging feeling deep inside him, telling him that no matter how hard he tried, he would never measure up. Not to her, not to the expectations he had placed on himself.
âYou know,â Gwen said after a long moment, breaking the silence, âwhen I first started doing thisâbeing Spider-Womanâit wasnât easy.â
Y/n turned around, surprised. Gwen rarely talked about her early days as Spider-Woman, at least not in any real detail. He knew the broad strokesâhow she had gained her powers, the struggles she facedâbut she had never really opened up about the weight of it all.
âI didnât know what I was doing half the time,â Gwen continued, her voice softer now, more thoughtful. âI was constantly second-guessing myself. Every decision felt like life or death, and sometimes... sometimes I made the wrong call.â
Y/n frowned, stepping closer. âBut you always seemed like you had it together.â
Gwen gave a small, humorless laugh. âThatâs because I got good at hiding it. At pretending. But trust me, there were plenty of nights where I felt just like youâlike I wasnât good enough. Like I wasnât worthy of being a hero.â
Y/n stared at her, his mind racing. It was hard to imagine Gwen, confident and capable Gwen, ever feeling anything like he did. But the sincerity in her voice made it clear she wasnât just saying this to make him feel better.
âI know youâre struggling, Y/n/n,â she said, her gaze meeting his. âAnd I know it feels like youâre never going to measure up. But you donât have to. You donât have to be me. You donât have to live up to some impossible standard.â
Y/n let out a slow breath, finally sinking into the armchair across from her. He ran a hand through his messy hair, the weight of the night starting to catch up to him. âI just... I see everything you do, and it feels like no matter how hard I push myself, Iâll never get there. Iâll never be... enough.â
Gwen leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. âYouâre enough, Y/n/n, Youâve always been enough. I know itâs hard to believe, but being a hero isnât about being perfect. Itâs about doing your best, even when youâre scared or unsure. Itâs about getting back up when you fall, and knowing that youâre making a difference, even if it doesnât always feel like it.â
Y/n bit his lip, the knot in his chest loosening a little more. âBut what if I mess up? What if I make the wrong choice?â
âYou will,â Gwen said simply, her tone firm but not unkind. âWe all do. But thatâs part of the job. You learn, you grow, and you keep going. And you donât have to do it alone. Iâm always going to be here, Ri. Weâre in this together.â
Y/n looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the sincerity in her eyes. It wasnât pity or condescensionâGwen wasnât trying to downplay his feelings. She was just telling him the truth.
âI guess Iâm just... scared,â he admitted quietly, the vulnerability in his voice surprising even himself.
Gwen stood and crossed the room to sit beside him, draping an arm around his shoulders. âYou donât have to be scared alone. Weâre both in this, and Iâll always have your back.â
For the first time in a long while, Y/n let himself relax, leaning into her comforting presence. He wasnât alone. He never had been.
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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows, and for once, Y/n hadnât woken up with the weight of the world pressing on his chest. He and Gwen had stayed up talking late into the night, sharing stories, fears, and moments they had never really discussed before. For the first time in weeks, he didnât feel like he was drowning in expectations.
Still, that nagging feeling lingered. It wasnât something that could be fixed overnight.
Y/n slipped into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Gwen was already up, sitting at the small dining table, flipping through her phone. She looked up and smiled when she saw him. âMorning.â
âMorning,â Y/n mumbled, grabbing a bowl of cereal. âYou heading out early today?â
Gwen shrugged. âI figured we could go out together. Maybe take it easy, and swing by some quieter areas. What do you think?â
Y/n hesitated the familiar urge to dive into his patrol rising. But then he remembered the conversation from the night before, how Gwen had opened up to him, how she had reminded him they were in this together.
âYeah,â he said, nodding. âI think that sounds good.â
Gwen grinned, standing up and tossing him his mask. âLetâs go save the city.â
As they headed out into the bright morning, side by side, Y/n still felt the weight of his insecurities. But this time, it didnât feel quite so heavy. With Gwen by his side, he wasnât in the shadow of Spider-Woman anymore. He was Y/n Staceyâhis person, his hero. And that, he realized, was more than enough.
Bonus Chapter:
Y/n Stacey sat on the fire escape of their apartment, staring out into the city. The late afternoon sun bathed the skyline in gold, casting long shadows over the streets below. He absentmindedly spun a web between his fingers, the events of the day replaying in his head.
He couldnât stop thinking about her.
Mary-Jane Watson. The girl heâd saved earlier that afternoon.
It had been a standard patrol at first, nothing too out of the ordinary. A car chase had broken out, and heâd swung into action, webbing up the criminals before they could escape. But when one of the getaway drivers had lost control and veered toward a crowded crosswalk, Y/n had dived in to save a redhead in the path of the oncoming car.
She had looked up at him with the brightest green eyes, flashing a smile that nearly knocked the air out of his lungs.
âThanks for the rescue, Spider-Boy,â she had teased, her voice full of playful warmth.
It was such a small interactionâjust another save in the grand scheme of things. But something about the way she smiled at him, the way she had called him âSpider-Boy,â made him feel like his brain short-circuited. He had managed to mumble something awkward and swing off before he could embarrass himself further.
Now, hours later, he was still thinking about her.
âI know that look,â came Gwenâs voice from behind him, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Y/n turned to see his sister leaning against the window, a knowing grin spreading across her face. She hopped onto the fire escape, sitting beside him and nudging his shoulder.
âWhat look?â Y/n tried to play it off, but his voice cracked slightly, and Gwenâs grin only widened.
âThe look that says, ââIâve got a crush,â Gwen teased, folding her arms as she leaned back against the railing. âSpill it.â
Y/n felt his face heat up, and he quickly turned away, hoping Gwen wouldnât notice the flush creeping up his neck. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âCome on, Y/n/n, Iâve known you my whole life. Youâve been distracted since you got back from patrol. And you havenât even been practicing your web-shooting like you normally do when youâre stressed. So... who is it?â
Y/n groaned, running a hand through his hair. There was no escaping thisâGwen was like a spider sleuth when it came to picking up on his moods. âItâs no one. Just someone I... saved.â
Gwen raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. âSomeone you saved, huh? Was she cute?â
Y/n shot her a glare, but his blush gave him away. âGwen.â
âOh my God, she was cute.â Gwenâs grin turned into a full-blown smile, and she nudged him again. âYou totally have a crush on her, donât you?â
Y/n buried his face in his hands, groaning again. âItâs not a crush. I just... I saved her, thatâs all. Itâs no big deal.â
Gwen crossed her arms and leaned forward, watching him intently. âOkay, okay, sure. So whatâs her name?â
Y/n hesitated for a second, but he knew there was no point in hiding it anymore. âMary Jane.â
Gwen blinked. âMary Jane Watson?â
Y/n frowned. âYou know her?â
Gwen nodded, her smile growing mischievous. âOh, I know her. Sheâs in my theater class at school. Sheâs amazing. Total life-of-the-party type. Super confident, and always has a witty comeback. No wonder youâre crushing hard.â
Y/n let out a frustrated groan. âIâm not crushing on her.â
Gwen waved her hand dismissively. âRight, right, because saving a beautiful girl and thinking about her for hours afterward is just everyday Spider-Boy stuff.â
âSpider-Man,â Y/n corrected, his tone a little sharper than he intended.
âOh, Iâm sorry, Spider-Man,â Gwen laughed, clearly enjoying this. âYou shouldâve seen your face. You looked like a deer in headlights when she called you âSpider-Boy.â What, did you swoop down all heroic-like and catch her in your arms?â
Y/n rubbed the back of his neck, knowing that anything he said would only make Gwen tease him more. âKind of.â
Gwenâs eyes widened, and she clutched her stomach, laughing even harder. âNo way. Oh my God, thatâs priceless. Did she give you her number? Ask you out on a date?â
âNo!â Y/n shot back, more embarrassed than ever. âIâI didnât stay long enough for any of that. I just made sure she was okay and left. Besides, I donât think sheâs into, yâknow, spider people.â
Gwen calmed down from her laughter, giving him a more sympathetic look. âTrust me, Y/n/n, Sheâs into you. Mary Jane doesnât just smile at anyone like that.â
Y/n shook his head, trying to downplay it. âItâs not a big deal, Gwen. She probably just thought it was cool to be saved by Spider-Man. She wonât even remember me tomorrow.â
âUh-huh,â Gwen said, unconvinced. âWell, if youâre so sure about that, maybe you wonât mind if I mention you to her the next time weâre in class?â
Y/n froze, his eyes widening in horror. âDonât you dare!â
Gwenâs grin turned wicked. âToo late. I think sheâd love to hear about her knight in shining spandex.â
Y/n groaned, burying his face in his hands again. âGwen, please.â
âIâm just kidding!â Gwen said, though there was still a playful glint in her eyes. âRelax. I wonât say anythingâyet. But if you keep mooning over her, I might have to step in and be your wingwoman.â
âI am not mooning over her,â Y/n muttered, though he knew his protests were falling on deaf ears.
Gwen gave him a teasing shove. âSure, sure. But for real, Y/n/n, itâs okay to have a crush. Just... donât be so hard on yourself. Youâre allowed to like someone. It doesnât make you any less of a hero.â
Y/n sighed, leaning back against the fire escape. âI know. Itâs just... weird. I donât even know her, and yet...â
âYet, youâre already smitten,â Gwen finished with a knowing smile. âTrust me, it happens to the best of us. Just take it slow. Maybe youâll run into her again. You could ask her out.â
âYeah, right,â Y/n scoffed. âWhat would I even say? âHey, remember me? The awkward guy who saved you from getting hit by a car?ââ
âExactly,â Gwen said, giving him a thumbs-up. âGirls love confidence.â
Y/n shook his head, though a small smile tugged at his lips. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd youâre in love,â Gwen teased, standing up and ruffling his hair. âBut donât worry. Your secretâs safe with meâfor now.â
Y/n watched as she climbed back through the window, her laughter echoing in the air. Despite the embarrassment, he couldnât help but feel a little lighter. Maybe Gwen was rightâmaybe it wasnât so bad to have a crush.
As the sun set and the city began to glow with evening lights, Y/n let his thoughts drift back to Mary Jane Watson. He didnât know if heâd ever see her again, but the idea of running into herâmaybe, just maybeâdidnât seem so impossible after all.
đˇď¸đ¸ď¸The Chaotic Adventures of Spider-Mageâ¨đ
[TWST AU]: The MC/Yuu may not be only one who encountered an unexpected turn of events.
[Synopsis]: In this timeline, an unknown stranger gets bitten by a spider that actually gave them spider-based magic to become Twisted Wonderlandâs Spider-Hero.
[Gender Neutral!Spider!Reader]
[(A/N)]: Happy New Year! Iâm sorry I havenât been posting much on my TWST blog. Been busy IRL and stuff like that. I hope this makes up for missing out and enjoy reading.
SoâŚabout the Arachnohumanoid Polymultiverse- This is a stupid name. I donât know why OâHara chose this over the Spiderverse. That name makes more sense and easier for people who canât decipher scientific names right awayâŚ
AnywayâŚ
There are many variants and other dimensions who have their own spider like protectors.
Thereâs one particular Spider who has an interesting upbringing with their situation.
Maybe itâs better to let them introduce themselves to the people reading thisâŚ
[Y/N]: âMy name is [Y/N] [L/N]. Iâm a Second Year of Night Raven College and part of the Ignihyde Dorm. One day during last year, I get bit by an experimental and magical arachnid which granted me spider-based magic. I became to the public as âSpider-Mageâ.
âI climb up on flat surfaces, having a Spider sense to alarm me for potential danger, the usual things.â
âI created an algorithm to alert me for crimes occurring and use my newfound powers by casting web-like portals to reach to that specific location.â
âFollowing my backstory: I was raised by my aunt and uncle, Aunt Mei and Uncle Benji. However, Uncle Benji passed away due to saving someone from an Overblot attack. He asked me if I were to become somebody having great magic, listen to his advice. With great power, comes with great responsibility.â
OB!Riddle: *On a rampage* YOU ALL WILL BE OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!!!! *Throws a rose bush towards MC/Yuu and Grim*
MC/Yuu & Grim: *Gasps and embrace for impact*
[Then a mysterious figure jumps into action. They cast a magical web barrier to protect MC/Yuu and Grim from the thrown plant.]
Spider-Mage: *Looks back at the two Ramshackle students* Itâs okay. I got you two.
OB!Riddle: WHAT IN THE QUEENâS NAME? WHO ARE YOU?!
Spider-Mage: Hi! Iâm Spider-Mage. The friendly arachnid type magic user you hear people talk about. Yâknow, you have some serious issues and hopefully seek anger management after this.
OB!Riddle: *Throws another bush at them*
Spider-Mage: *Shoots web at the bush and triggers a fire spell to burn the plant to ashes* Bad idea, buddy.
[Y/N]: Oh, hey, Kalim! UhâŚWhatâs up? How was your break?
Kalim: You wouldnât believe who came by. Spider-Mage came to rescue Jamil and everyone. They were amazing! They shot their magical webs and swung around kicking off the âBlot!
[After [Y/N] was taken to the Spider Society on Earth-928, everything was explained to them and how their Canon Events will happen.]
[Y/N]: Y-You canât be serious. I couldnât let it happen. There has to be another way.
Miguel OâHara: There are no other ways-
[Y/N]: Youâre wrong! The multiverse is wrong! Iâm doing everything I can to prevent any more disasters back in my already chaotic world. I canât lose himâŚ
Peter B. Parker: Kid, everythingâs gonna be alright.
[Y/N]: Tell that to âLeader of the Spider Societyâ. Iâm going and wonât stop until everyoneâs safe.
[[Y/N] casts a spell to disappear from everyoneâs sight.]
Arachnis: No no no Miguel. *Blocks his path* Do not chase the teen like last time with Miles.
Miguel: They canât interfere with the Canon Events. Their world would already start falling apart.
Arachnis: Miguel, you donât know that. Remember when I saved you from your supposed event? My Canon Event overlapped with yours which should interfere but didnât, preventing your untimely death. What if [Y/N] can save their friends and loved ones like us? We almost lost everyone when we were against The Spot.
Miguel: *Glare softens and sighs* I donât want this kid to make the same mistakes.
Arachnis: I know. Itâs tough to accept the possibility, but we been through this before. Doing everything we can to help others. Hey, look at me.
[As the Spider-Man of 2099 and Arachnis share an intimate moment, [Y/N] ran back because they dropped their Magic Pen.]
[Y/N]: UhhâŚIs this a bad time?
Arachnis: Kid, Iâm gonna shoot your ass if you donât rush back to save your world.
[Y/N]: Right! Sorry! *Sprints out of their sight*
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Spider-Man!Reader x Natasha // A little bit of angst // 8.4k words
@exthereal itâs not that bad
NEW YORK CITY - 2006
You walked through the hall with your head down, expertly navigating the crowded halls and avoiding the people who had come to hate you, which was quite honestly most of the student body. It was just another day at Midtown High School, except it wasnât. As it would turn out, nothing about that day was normal.
The night before had been hell. With a million school projects to work on and Uncle Benâs recent death, your life felt as if it had been falling apart. Between the mortgage and funeral expenses, Aunt May was drowning in bills. Aunt May has always been strong, so you knew she could handle herself, but you still worried. Which is why you opted to take up a job; delivering pizzas wasnât exactly the highlight of your day, but it brought in a little cash for groceries and bills.
To be perfectly honest, your mental health hadnât been the best, either. Between the anxiety that crept under your skin to the depression that hid in the corners of your mind, it was a lot to deal with.
All of these things kept you so busy that you almost forgot about the field trip to Oscorp Industries. So when you reached homeroom and nobody was sitting in their seats getting ready for class to begin, you were a bit confused. Making your way to your friends, you carefully dodged the assholes that tormented you on a daily basis.
âHey, whatâs going on? Why isnât class starting?â you asked your friends.
âWe have the field trip to Oscorp today,â Ned stated in a âduhâ tone.
âDo you not retain any memories in that pea-sized brain of yours?â MJ asked rhetorically, although by that point you had learned that sarcasm and snarky comments were her way of showing affection.
âShit, I forgot. Just a lot going on lately. I didnât need to do anything beforehand, did I?â
âNo, youâre all set. Just act like you did the reading,â Ned said.
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Walking around Oscorp proved to be more entertaining than you had expected. You joked with Ned and MJ, and listened intently to everything the tour guide said. Being a bit of a nerd, you understood most of the science projects they were working on. You knew MJ and Ned were remarkably smart as well, but they still teased you.
As the other students gathered around the tour guide, who was explaining some radioactive spiders they had been experimenting on, you wandered slightly off. An empty container caught your eye. Shouldnât there be spiders in all of these? MJ began waving you back over to the group, so you began walking back. But before you got there, you felt a sharp, piercing pain on the back of your neck. Reaching back, you grabbed what was there and opened your hand to reveal a colorful spider. âWhat the fuâŚâ you mumbled under your breath.
âParker! Letâs go,â your teacher yelled to you. Looking down, you realized the spider was no longer in the palm of your hand, and you tried to swallow the urge to throw up. You were really exhausted, maybe you just imagined it.
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Finally returning home, you walked past Aunt May in the kitchen and trudged directly into your bedroom. You threw your backpack on the floor and closed the door behind you. When you tried to take your hand off the doorknob, it wasâŚstuck? You rattled the doorknob, yanking your hand, but it wouldnât come loose. You began to panic, bracing yourself against the door with your foot and pulling even harder. But then your foot got stuck.
With one final yank, both your foot and your hand came off the door and you went flying across the room. Lying on the floor and panting for breath, you stared at the ceiling in confusion and wonder.
âY/N? Everything okay in there?â May called from outside your bedroom door.
âUh, yeah, everythingâs fine!â you replied shakily. âI just dropped my textbook.â
âIf you say so. Dinner will be ready in an hour.â
Hearing her footsteps depart down the hall, you breathed a sigh of relief. You werenât sure how to answer any questions she might ask, because you didnât know what in fresh hell had just happened.
Before you got in the shower that night, you had to stop in front of the mirror and do a double take. Your body wasâŚdifferent. You were about three inches taller than before, and your muscles had nearly doubled in size; not enough to be noticeable with clothes, but definitely much more defined than before.
What. The. Fuck.
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The next day at school was like any other. You rushed into class, barely making it before the bell. Flash Thompson was sure to give you hell for everything you did; that day, he decided that putting a used condom in your locker would be a funny prank.
Frankly, you disagreed with his definition of comedy.
When school finally ended, you left out the back of the building and raced down the stairs. About halfway down the concrete steps, you tripped and began to fall downâ fast. With your eyes closed in fear, expecting certain death, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you realized you were no longer falling. Opening your eyes, you noticed a white, web-looking string holding you to the staircase railings.
âAh! Ah, get it off, get it off!â you yelled, freaking out. Once the webs detached from your limbs, you stared at your wrists in terrified awe. Where did that come from? Between that and the events of the night before, something was definitely going on.
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After a week of strange occurrences, you decided it was time to truly figure out what was wrong with you. You told May that you had to stay after school to work on a science project, which was only a half lie. Once school was over, you snuck into the schoolâs lab and locked the door, knowing nobody else would be in there anyway. Taking a medical kit out of your backpack, you carefully drew some of your own blood and put it on a slide. Analyzing your blood cells under a microscope, you nearly forgot how to breathe because of what you saw.
âRadioactive. Holy shit, my blood is radioactive,â you whispered to yourself in shock. âI got bit by a radioactive spider and now my blood is radioactive. Thatâs fine, thatâs normal. No big deal, right? Right.â
You cleaned up everything you used in the lab and ran out of the school. You didnât know where you were going, but you just kept running. You didnât need to stop to catch your breath. Not anymore. But you couldnât run away from this, and deep down, some part of you already knew that.
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NEW YORK CITY - 2012
Eating a bowl of cereal in your apartment as you watch the news isnât exactly a fun-filled morning, but itâs how your days usually go. With an occupation like yours, you kind of need to be up-to-date on what is happening in the city.
âLast night around 11pm, Spider-Man was spotted at the Northside Bank, terrorizing the city once again. He left a whirlwind of damage behind, just like always! Are we really going to let this menace of a vigilante continuously destroy our city and put our people in danger? I donât think so! This is J. Jonah Jameson reporting live for the Daily Bugle. Weâll return after a short break, and expose the arachnidâs malicious intentions!â
âWhat an idiot,â you say to yourself. âTheyâre all idiots. Am I really built like a man? I mean, câmon. Just because the suit isnât hot pink, doesnât mean Iâm a man.â
Your rant is interrupted by a breaking news broadcast. There is a shootout downtown, and it looks like thereâs a woman surrounded. You donât know who the âgood guysâ are yet, but youâll figure that out once you get there.
Within a minute, your cereal is forgotten and youâre in your red and blue spandex suit, swinging down the streets of New York, yelling and whooping along the way.
Landing on top of a truck in the middle of the shootout, you look around and try to figure out who to help. Spotting the reflection of a badge on the womanâs belt, you decide that sheâs the best bet. Besides, the police havenât shot her yet, so sheâs probably on their side.
You swing yourself up onto a nearby roof, knocking out the sniper within seconds. You had never been one to kill a person, always opting to knock them unconscious instead. But still, the news sees you as the bad guy.
Jumping off the roof, you flip through the air and shoot a web at a light pole to catch yourself. You land on top of one of the armed men and quickly knock him out before moving onto two more. The fights seem endless, but you always have fun with it. Youâve never had to fight a âbigâ villainâ only fighting small criminals and being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
You hear a gunshot ring out, followed by a grunt of pain. Everything seems to slow down as your senses take over. Before you know it, youâre picking up the redheaded woman and swinging through the air. Sheâs yelling at you to put her down, but you donât stop because you can feel her blood soaking through your suit.
You reach the top of a building and finally place her down. Judging by the anger on her face, you almost think she might shoot you. âWho the hell are you and why did you bring me here?â Her voice is dangerously calm, and you refrain from instinctively taking a step back.
âI was just helping you. You need medical attention. You couldnât stay there. The police will handle those guys.â
âSo why did you bring me to a rooftop?â
âI just- it was the nearest place to set you down and-â
âWho are you?â
âUh, well, people usually c-call me Spiderman, soâŚâ
âYou donât sound like a man,â she deadpans, raking her eyes down your body.
âWhy were those guys shooting at you?â you ask, ignoring her statement.
âNone of your business.â You want to pry further, but you notice her face growing paler and the blood seeping through the hand she has pressed against her abdomen.
âOh, shit,â you mumble as she collapses. Just barely catching her before she hits the ground, you pick her up and jump off the roof. You swing through the air faster than you ever have before, racing to reach the hospital in time.
You get there in three minutes flat, sprinting through the front doors of the emergency room. âHelp! I need help! This woman was shot. It was about five minutes ago and sheâs lost a lot of blood,â you tell the doctors as they bring over a stretcher. The mystery woman is soon ushered away, and youâre tempted to stay and wait to see if she makes it out okay, but you know you canât. So instead, you swing back through the streets and crawl through your apartment window. If you hurry, you can still make it to Aunt Mayâs house in time for dinner.
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You sit on top of the highest bridge in the city with your feet dangling over the edge. You listen to a police scanner app on your phone, waiting to see if anyone needs help. Typically, you would swing around the city to keep an eye out for crime, but tonight youâre especially exhausted.
A call comes over the scanner of an explosion outside of SHIELD HQ. You donât know much about SHIELDânobody doesâbut you know what an explosion there canât mean anything good. You take off immediately, swinging through the streets.
You can see the billows of black smoke rising above the building as you approach it. You swing around the building, looking for people who need help. Spotting a group of five or six armed men running away from the explosion, you swing down to them and quickly web them up so they canât move. Then you head back to the explosion to make sure nobody is trapped in the fire.
You hear a faint cough coming from inside one of the floors set ablaze, so thatâs where you head. After several minutes of searching, you find a barely-conscious woman trying to salvage files off of a computer. It takes you a second to recognize her, but you soon realize itâs the woman who got shot a few weeks ago. She finishes uploading the files, then turns to you and says âGet us out of here.â You didnât even realize she knew you were there.
She gets on your back and you jump out of the large broken window, swinging the woman safely into a nearby alley. You set her down on the ground but remain hanging upside down, not planning on staying long.
âYou got shot a few weeks ago and youâre already getting caught in explosions?â you ask, slightly worried for her wellbeing.
âItâs just part of the job. Donât worry about it, Spidey. And thank you, by the way.â
âItâs just part of the job,â you say, copying her words. âWhat was the explosion?â
âSecurity breach. I canât tell you anything more than that. Sorry.â
âNo, I get it. Itâs none of my business. Just stay safe, okay?â
She doesnât reply. Instead, she steps closer and slowly reaches up to your neck, pulling your mask just past your lips. She leans in close, and your heart is racing. At the last second, she leans slightly to the left and places a soft kiss on your cheek. âIâll see you around, Spidey,â she whispers before sauntering out of the alley.
Regaining your sense of control, you climb up to the rooftop and pull your mask completely off. âIâll see you around,â you finally respond into the night.
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Todayâs the day; youâre finally starting your internship at Stark Industries. Itâs obviously a low-level position, but itâs a good way for you to get experience in the field while still working a part-time job.
You finally reach Stark Tower after twenty minutes of walking, and you stare up at the glass windows in wonder. Honestly, it looks much better from the rooftops.
You jog into the building, determined to not be late for once. The last thing you want is to make a bad impression. Turning the corner that leads to the elevators, you collide with another person. They drop their files, which you catch all of, and you manage to catch their body before they fall to the ground.
âOh, crap, Iâm so sorry. I was just trying to be on time and I wasnât looking where I was going and-â You abruptly stop talking as you realize exactly who you had just ran into.
âItâs fine,â the redhead says shortly. âJust watch where youâre going next time.â
You hand her the files, mumbling another âsorry.â She quickly walks away with a slight roll of her eyes, and you watch her go with astonishment. âUnbelievable,â you mumble to yourself, stepping into the elevator.
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Another two months pass before you see the mystery woman again. Youâve been focusing on work and your internship during the day, and fighting crime at night. The Stark internship has taught you so much, and your hard work has paid off.
âY/N Parker?â a brown-haired man says, poking his head into the lab youâre in.
âYeah, thatâs me,â you confirm, wondering who this guy is.
âMy name is Happy Hogan. I work for Tony Stark. He wants to see you.â
âT-Tony Stark as in Tony Stark? He wants to see me?â
âYes, now come on. You donât wanna keep him waiting,â Happy sighs impatiently. You turn off your computer and follow him through the halls, up to one of the top floors of the tower. Happy says nothing to you, and your mind races with the best and worst case scenarios. The elevator dings as the door opens, and Happy motions for you to enter, but he doesnât follow you.
âYou must be Miss Parker,â a beautiful blonde woman greets you. âIâm Pepper Potts. Tony is waiting for you in his office.â
âOh, uh, thank you,â you stammer, heading through the doors she points to.
âY/N! So glad you made it, kid. Have a seat,â Tony says animatedly from his desk.
âMay I ask what Iâm doing here, Mr. Stark?â you ask nervously as you sit.
âJust call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father, and I certainly hope Iâm not my father. Why are you here? Well, youâve been working very hard, Parker, and that deserves a reward.â He pauses, a mischievous smile on his face. âSo how would you like to work with a spy?â he asks lowly, leaning forward.
âA spy? What would I do with a spy? Iâm very confused.â
âYou are very good with gadgets and things,â he states, pulling up a hologram of your most recent design. âAn agent I work with needs help designing a personalized weapon since hers broke, and Iâm a very busy man. So what do you say, Y/N? Wanna be partners?â
You hesitate, too in shock to form a reply. After a few seconds, Tony raises an eyebrow and snaps you out of your daze. âYes, of course! I would love that more than anything, sir.â
âGreat. But weâre not actually partners. More like mentor and mentee. That was just something I said to draw you in.â
âUnderstood, sir.â
He presses a button on the phone, speaking to a woman on the other end. âPepper, send Agent Romanoff in, please.â
A few seconds later, the redhead walks in.
âRomanoff, meet Y/N Parker. Parker, this is Agent Romanoff.â
You stand up to shake her hand, hoping you donât look as nervous as you feel. âItâs nice to meet you, Agent Romanoff.â
âYouâre the one who ran into me in the hall,â she states instead, her hand still grasping yours.
âI- Iâm really sorry about that, Agent Romanoff.â
âI know,â she declares with a deadly raised eyebrow.
âSo, uh, should we get to work?â
âLetâs hope youâre as good as Stark says.â
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âHowâs this?â you ask, adjusting the Widowâs Bite on Natashaâs wrist. After about a week on long work days in the lab, you had designed and built the new weapon for Agent Romanoff.
She examines it, then points it away from you and shoots the TV in the corner. It sparks and dies, and you watch with wide eyes. âItâs perfect. Thank you, Y/N.â
âYouâre welcome, Agent Romanoff. But itâs just my job.â
âHow many times have I told you to call me Natasha?â
âIâm not sure,â you mumble, avoiding eye contact. Youâre always on edge around herâ always feeling like she knows who you really are. Or maybe itâs just because sheâs incredibly beautiful.
âEventually youâll get it. How about I take you out for drinks tonight to thank you?â she suggests.
âOh, thatâs not necessary. Really, Iâve learned so much from this and I had a great time, so you donât need to thank me,â you ramble.
âMaybe I want to thank you. Iâll pick you up at eight. I already have your number and address,â she says with a smirk before walking out of the lab.
You stand in shock for a few seconds before muttering, âFreaking spies.â
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On the walk home that night, thereâs an extra skip in your step as you plan your outfit for the night. She said drinks, so that means a bar, right? How fancy of a bar? Dress or jeans?
Your thoughts are interrupted by a storm of sirens rushing down the street. Five or six cop cars fly past you, and you watch them continue speeding down the street. Digging out your phone, you check the police scanner. Thereâs a robbery at a bank, and the perpetrators are armed and holding hostages.
There's only a few seconds of debate in your mind. If you try to help, you might miss your date. But if you donât help, thenâŚ
You can do both, you decide. You can diffuse the hostage situation and then make it home in time for Natasha to show up. Ducking into an alley, you pull off your clothes to reveal the signature suit underneath.
When you get to the bank, itâs surrounded by cops. You stay hidden in the shadows, knowing that they may mistake you as a bad guy. You decide to use the vents to enter the building, so you climb through the vent on the roof and sneak down to the main lobby, watching silently to gauge the situation.
There are four men. Theyâre huge, and each one is armed with an automatic rifle. Your heart is racing in your chest, and you try to take a few deep breaths to calm down. Itâs going to be fine. This is nothing. Youâve dealt with this number of armed men before, but this time something feels wrong.
You foolishly decide to ignore the feeling and begin to formulate a plan.
Thereâs two men in the middle of the lobby. The other two men are each guarding separate hallway entrances. Those two will be the easiest.
You drop down from the ceiling and knock them out without alerting the other robbers. But now, you have no choice but to throw yourself in the middle of the other two men in the lobby.
So you drop down directly in between them, and shoot webs in each of their directions, taking away their guns. They both charge toward you at once, and you jump onto the ceiling to avoid the impact. You land on oneâs shoulders, flipping them onto the ground. âOoh, that couldnât have felt good. You might wanna ice that,â you comment as the other guy comes toward you. You block several of his punches, and, God, heâs strong. He socks your jaw, and you go flying across the lobby.
Everything slows down as the hostages scream and you make eye contact with the robber. âSomeoneâs been eating their vegetables, huh?â You joke to cover up your nerves. This guy isnât normal.
You crack your neck and charge at the robber, exchanging blows for what seems like forever. You fail to notice the other robber standing back up.
Until a knife cuts through your abdomen. In your back, out your stomach. You can only see the blood-covered tip of the knife poking out of your body.
The other robber takes the opportunity to throw you through the glass window, out into the streets in front of the cops. It takes a minute, and all you can hear is police and civilians yelling. You donât know what theyâre saying; everything is a blur. But somewhere in there, you swear you hear someone yell, âGet up, Spider-Man! You can take them! Get up!â
You push yourself up into a kneeling position, then stand up all the way. Everything slows down as your spider senses take over. You shoot a web to pull yourself into the building. You can feel your blood dripping all over your body from the knife and the glass.
You web one robber and yank him hard into the reception desk, knocking him out. The other robber picks a gun up off the floor, aiming it at you. He fires, but you duck below the bullet, then catch it with a web before it can hit a screaming kid. He tries to fire again, but you take his gun with a web, then use it to hit him in the head.
He doesnât go down.
You punch him with all the strength you can muster.
He stumbles back, but doesnât go down.
He kicks you in the stomach. You fly across the bank. You donât get up. You canât get up. Leaning against the wall as he approaches with a venomous grin. Heâs standing directly in front of you, pulling a knife out of his waistband. You catch the blade as he thrusts it towards your chest. Itâs slicing through your suit, into your palm, but you canât let go.
You canât die now. You have a date.
You fight against his inhuman strength. He may be strong, but youâre stronger. You turn the knife around as you stand up, groaning and panting through the pain. Finally, his strength gives out and you push the knife into his shoulder, then bring your knee up to his face. He collapses on the ground unconscious.
You look around. The police are yelling outside. The hostages are crying and thanking you. Everything is spinning.
You barely remember stumbling out of the bank and swinging home. You canât count how many times you collapsed on roofs mid-swing. Once you get back to your apartment, thereâs only one person on your mind.
But you canât call her.
You donât have her number. And even if you did, she doesnât know your true identity. How would you explain this?
Thereâs a knock on the door. Youâre out of time. And thereâs only one thing you can think to do.
After a few minutes of waiting in the hall, Natasha begins to worry and she enters your apartment, calling out for you. The last thing she expects is to find you in your underwear, bloody and beaten.
âHoly shit, what happened to you?â she exclaims, rushing to your side on the bathroom floor. As long as she doesnât check behind the bathroom door, she wonât find your suit, and thatâs all that matters.
âAh, got mugged. Itâs no big deal,â you sputter through a cough, wincing at the pain that flares up all over your body.
âMugged? Y/N, youâre covered in cuts and you were stabbed. Stop lying.â
âIâm not lying, Natasha. Can you please just help me?â
She hesitates, clenching her jaw. âFine. But this conversation isnât over.â
The next half hour is spent mostly in silence, with Natasha cleaning your wounds and stitching you up. She doesnât ask questions when your cuts begin to heal already. They never heal instantly, but your healing is accelerated so tiny cuts will close very fast.
But she doesnât. She doesnât ask questions, and she doesnât check behind the bathroom door. After youâre cleaned up, the night is spent watching movies together on your living room couch and talking about everything under the moon.
Considering you almost died, it wasnât half bad for a first date.
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A few weeks later, Natasha offers to train with you. You donât know what you expected, but this definitely isnât it.
As someone with inhuman abilities, youâre sweating your ass off.
âYou really know what youâre doing,â you pant as she throws you down on the mat again.
âWell Iâve been doing it most of my life, so,â she counters.
âFair point,â you grunt, launching yourself up and throwing two punches, both of which she blocks. She tries to kick your legs out from under you, but you jump over her leg and knock her down on the mat, straddling her waist and pinning her arms down.
âOkay, checkmate, I quit,â you pant, completely exhausted. She laughs quietly, looking up at you. Thereâs a moment of silence before you clear your throat, get off her hips, and sit on the mat next to her.
She sits up and bumps her shoulder against yours. âYouâre a pretty good fighter, you know. Whereâd you learn?â
âTook karate as a kid,â you lie.
âYour fighting style is, like, the opposite of karate,â she huffs with a laugh.
âGuess I just learned to freestyle, then.â She looks into your eyes and you look back, wondering if she can see right through you.
She leans in slowly, checking to see if youâre alright with whatâs about to happen. You nod ever so slightly and she brushes your hair behind your ear. You lean in, closing the remaining gap. The kiss is slow and sweet, and her lips are softer than you ever wouldâve expected.
âI was wondering when this would happen,â a loud voice cuts through the moment. You break apart, and see Tony standing outside the ring with a shit-eating grin on his face.
âStark, you have five seconds to get out before I make your life a living hell,â Natasha warns with a deadly glare. He flips her off, then rushes out of the room when she begins to stand up.
You both laugh, and she pulls you off your feet. She grabs you by your waist, drawing you closer to her body as she ducks her head to kiss you again. Itâs perfect. Itâs perfect, except she doesnât know who you really are. And you just want her to know.
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A few days later, around nine at night, youâre swinging around the city, stopping muggings and creepy guys. Not much has happened, but eventually a blur of red hair catches your eye. You perch on a roof, watching as Natasha walks down the street, talking on the phone. She looks serious, so itâs probably her mysterious boss that nobody talks about. Or itâs Tony. Heâs very annoying to talk to on the phone.
You feel a little creepy watching her like this, but you want to make sure she gets home safe.
A bad feeling makes residence in your gut, and you scan the streets for any threats. Nobody looks suspicious, but a teenager on a bike grabs your attention. Heâs barreling down the sidewalk, swerving carelessly between pedestrians. Heâs headed in Natashaâs direction, and the next thing you notice is a truck speeding down the street.
You donât know whatâs going to happen, but something feels wrong. You can sense it. Youâre off the roof before you can even think, swinging towards the redhead. The bike is getting closer, and so is the truck.
Youâre almost there when the bike knocks into Natasha, pushing her into the street. The truck is still flying towards her. You swing as hard as you can into the street, picking Natasha up just before the truck hits her. You carry her to an alley a few blocks down the street, setting her down just like all those times before. Except now she knows Y/N Parker. She knows Y/N Parker and she knows Spider-Man, but she doesnât know them as the same person.
âWeâve got to stop meeting each other like this,â she says breathlessly. You just nod, fearing that if you speak, sheâll recognize your voice. âNot gonna say anything?â she asks with a raised brow.
You shrug and shoot a web, pulling yourself to the top of the building beside the alley. She yells to you, and you look over the edge at her as she speaks. âGet back down here, Spidey. Iâm not done talking to you.â
You hesitate, but ultimately comply. You slowly descend down into the alley, hanging upside down from a web.
âIâm getting deja vu,â Natasha says flatly. âI think we both know why you arenât saying anything, Spidey.â You cock your head to the side, being genuinely confused, but fearing the worst. She steps closer, smirking lightly. She brings her hands up to your mask, just like before. She pulls it up past your lips, not revealing the rest of your face. âDo I have permission to take it all the way offâŚY/N Parker?âÂ
The way she says your name, the way it rolls off her tongue in a raspy melody distracts you from the realization that she knows. She knows who you are. Who you really are. You nod slightly, captivated by her moonlit eyes.
She slowly pulls the mask off your head, and your eyes widen slightly as she takes you in. âI like the braids,â she says to break the silence.
âThanks. I do two French braids then small buns to fit it under the mask,â you reply.
She laughs a little, reaching up to cup your face. She leans in, and slots her lips with yours. With you being upside down, itâs a bit awkward, but itâs amazing. Itâs love and passion and confession all in one, without having to speak a word. You wish you could have your hands on her body but you canât let go of the web.
You only pull away when you both become desperate for air, leaning your heads against each other and panting for oxygen.
âSo how long have you known?â you ask quietly.
âSince our âfirst dateâ. I knew you werenât mugged, Y/N. It was pretty obvious.â
âIâm glad you know.â
âMe too.â
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The hours at Stark Tower may be enough to put dark circles under your eyes, but it certainly hasnât presented you with any lack of opportunities. Norman Osborneâyes, that Norman Osborneâoffered you a job at Oscorp because of your work at Stark Industries. Of course, you accepted without hesitation.
Maybe you could even look into the spider that bit you. Or maybe you shouldnât take the risk of raising suspicion.
Within a few hours of arriving at Oscorp, youâre being called up to Osborneâs office to meet the man. Your palms are a little sweaty and your heart is beating a little faster than normal, but then you remember who you are, and what youâve accomplished, as both Spider-Man and Y/N Parker.
âY/N Parker! Iâm Norman Osborne. Iâve seen your work at Stark Industries, and Iâm pleased to have you on our team,â Norman says as you enter his office.
âItâs an honor to be here, sir,â you agree with a smile, shaking his hand over his desk.
âYou donât have to call me sir, Y/N. Youâre going to be working on some pretty groundbreaking projects with me, so you might as well get used to just calling me Norman.â
âRight, sorry. When should we start, Norman?â
âHow about right now?â
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After a long day of interning at Stark Tower then working at Oscorp, you feel utterly exhausted, and all you want is to go to sleep. You peel off your clothes as you walk through your apartment, turning on the TV with a well-aimed web shot.
An emergency broadcast catches your attention, and you glance at the TV to see a green dude flying around the city.
âOh, youâve gotta be shitting me right now,â you mumble, sighing as you run into your room to throw on your suit.
Youâre tired. Youâre hungry. You just want to fucking sleep. But youâre Spider-Man first. Y/N comes second. Thatâs just how it has to be.
When you reach a building, surrounded by billows of green smoke and explosions, you look around frantically, trying to find this guy. The only thing you can hear is screaming, and the only thing you can smell is burning rubber.
Perched on the edge of a building, you suddenly get a bad feeling but you donât have time to react, and youâre hit hard from behind, pushed off the roof.
You spin in the air, shooting a web to catch yourself before you hit the ground. You charge at the man, flipping around his advances and dodging green grenades.
âWho are you?â you finally yell after several minutes of fighting.
âIâm the Green Goblin. And youâre the famous Spider-Man,â he drawls with a laugh. âIâve gotta say, youâre not all youâre cracked up to be.â
He pulls something out from behind his back, and at first you have no idea what it is. But then you realize itâs a detonator, and everything seems to slow down.
He laughs as he begins to fly up, lowering his thumb over the button. You jump up, punching the detonator out of his hand and kicking him off his board. You catch the detonator with a web to be sure it doesnât cause an explosion when it lands.
You yell over the side of the building, âThereâs a bomb!â to warn the police that are stationed below.
When you turn around again, the Green Goblin is gone, and you feel utterly defeated.
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Norman doesnât show up for work the next day. You think nothing of it.
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When he eventually returns to Oscorp, everything is perfectly normal. He says he had a family emergency and had to run out of town. You didnât ask any questions, afraid of disrespecting his privacy.
You work in the lab together for hours. He asks more about you as a person; he says he wants to get to know you as a friend, instead of just a coworker. You tell him about your tiny apartment. He cracks a few jokes over the workday and you laugh. Eventually, you tell him that you think youâre falling in love.
âThereâs this girl,â you say. You donât tell him her name. But you tell him about the feeling you get whenever she smiles and how you could listen to her talk for hours.
He smiles and wishes you good luck with your girlfriend. Everything feels like itâs finally falling into place.
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The next few weeks set a new normal for you. Your internship at Stark Tower, where you work and learn and steal hidden kisses behind closed doors. Your job, working on Oscorp projects alongside a genius. Your secret life, fighting and sneaking around the city at night. The Green Goblin hasnât been spotted since that evening.
And one day that started out just as normal as the others, things take a turn.
It starts after you get home from the tower. You donât have to work for another two hours, so youâre relaxing on the couch and watching TV. An emergency broadcast interrupts the true crime drama you were watching, and you sit up straight, watching and waiting.Â
âThe same flying monster in a green suit has been spotted terrorizing the city once again this evening. Nobody knows who this whacko is or what he wants, but my question for you is: if Spider-Man is really the hero some say he is, then where is he now, huh? Tune into the Daily Bugle for more updates on this horrific turn of events.â
âOh, youâve gotta beâŚâ you trail off, jumping off the couch and changing into your suit. You open the window and climb onto the roof, pulling out your phone to try and figure out where this guy was last spotted. Thereâs a live news broadcast, showing the Green Goblin at a bridge, laughing maniacally and yelling at the camera.
âHey, Spider-Man! I know youâre watching this, sweetheart. You better hurry up and get here before your little girlfriend gets thrown off this bridge.â
For a second, you stop breathing. The green man flies his board to the top of the bridge, where Natasha is tied up. He grabs onto her neck, still laughing. The news changes to show the reporter instead, so you tuck away your phone and jump off the roof.
You swing with all your strength, moving through the streets as fast as you can toward the Brooklyn Bridge. The only thing running through your mind is Natasha. Natasha and her crooked smile and soft lips and handsome laugh. Sheâs all that matters. Her and nothing else. If you have to die today, youâre okay with that. As long as she lives.
âLet her go!â you yell as soon as you reach the bridge.
âAnd why would I do that?â he asks casually.
âI swear to God, I will kill you,â you grit.
âOh, please. You couldnât kill your old mentor, now could you?â He takes his helmet off, and your stomach drops.
âNorman? W-what?â
âItâs Green Goblin now. Youâve already ruined enough of my plans, Parker. I canât let you stick around any longer.â
He slides his helmet back on and jumps onto his board, grabbing Natasha as he does so. He takes off over the side of the bridge, and you go after him, icy fear seeping down to your bones with each millisecond that passes.
He drops Natasha over the side of the bridge, turning around to watch the moment of horror. You dive off the bridge after her. You grab her hand, then turn around and shoot a web up to the bridge, catching the both of you.
Natasha gasps into your chest, and you feel like you might throw up. You almost lost her.
âItâs okay,â she whispers, although youâre not sure if sheâs talking to herself or you.
Your eyes widen as Norman aims a weapon at you. You canât bring you and Natasha up to safety in time.
âIâm really sorry about this,â you mutter into her hair.
âWhat?â she asks, but itâs cut off when you suddenly drop her, and she resumes falling down to the icy water below.
You flip yourself up through the air just in time to avoid the Goblinâs blast, then let yourself fall back down and you catch Natasha just before she hits the water. You waste no time in turning the both of you around and swinging up onto the bridge, bringing Natasha back to safety.
âDonât do that. Holy shit, donât ever do that. Please donât ever drop me again,â Natasha mumbles frantically with wide eyes.
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry, I didnât have a choice.â Out of the corner of your eye, you see Norman turn around and fly back into the city. âI have to go. Iâm so sorry. Get somewhere safe.â
âIâm coming with you. You might need help.â
âNat, Iâll be okay. Please just go. If anything happened to you, Iâd never forgive myself.â You press a quick kiss on her forehead, despite having your mask on, and turn around before she can convince you to take her with you.
You donât know much, but you know you canât lose her.
You follow Norman all the way to a clock tower. What is he doing here?
When you reach the top, heâs just sitting there, his helmet resting on the ground next to him. You stand in front of him, watching him as tears well up in your eyes. Heâs supposed to be your friend. And yet he just tried to kill the love of your life.
âWhy are you doing this, Norman?â you plead weakly.
He smiles menacingly. âMy name isnât Norman. And you know why Iâm doing this. You lied to me, Parker,â he tuts. âYouâre the only thing in my way. Youâre a pretty smart girl, Iâm sure you can do the math.â
He slides his helmet back on and stands up. You tense and brace yourself for his attack. You donât want to do this, but you know you donât have a choice.
He comes hurling at you, and you just barely dodge his attack. He whips around faster than you can comprehend, and smacks your ribcage with his board.
You land hard, groaning and holding your ribs. But you get back up.
The two of you exchange countless blows. Heâs fast and creative with his advances, but hell, youâve trained with the Black Widow.
You knock him off his board and get a few good hits in; you web his arms to his body, but he quickly breaks free. He touches a control panel on his arm and his board comes flying toward you, hitting you in the stomach and flying you backward, then down into the clocktower. It slams you down onto a metal catwalk, then flies back up. You donât think you can move.
The board quickly returns, and this time Norman is with it. He dismounts the board in front of you, standing next to your body. Thereâs a large knife in his hand. You try to find the strength to get up.
You canât do it.
He kneels down and holds the knife against your throat. He doesnât take off your mask. He canât look you in the eye when he does this.
âIâm sorry it had to go like this, Parker. I really wish you werenât Spider-Man.â He begins to apply pressure, but is cut off by a voice you know all too well.
âDrop the knife.â Her voice is cold. Deadly. Her stare is sinister. The gun she has aimed at his head doesnât shake as she speaks. âDrop the knife and step away. I wonât hesitate to shoot.â
âThen why havenât you already?â Norman asks.
âNatasha-â
âDonât you dare tell me to leave you here,â she cuts you off, pleading with her eyes to let her do this.
The both of you are too distracted to notice the Goblin reaching behind his back, pulling out a green grenade and arming it.
You only notice once you hear the clink.
He tries to jump on his board and fly away before the grenade detonates, but you catch him with a web and send him crashing back down onto the catwalk. Fighting the pain radiating through your body, you try to throw the grenade as far away as possible, but it goes off too soon.
The catwalk begins to crash down, and the gears of the clocktower begin to rattle. Everything's happening so fast but for you, time couldnât be moving any slower. Norman was thrown into the wall on the blast, and heâs either unconscious or dead. You donât know which. You donât take the time to worry about it, because the catwalk breaks, and Natasha slides off the side as it dangles in the air.
You dive after her, shooting a web for her to grab onto. She gets a hold of it, but your foot gets stuck in the gears of the clock. Your heart races as the clock tries to tick. Itâs going to break the web. You yank your foot, harder and harder, but it doesnât come free.
âY/N?â she asks shakily.
The gear thatâs trapping you breaks, and the web is cut by the gears below. Natasha begins to fall, along with hundreds of metal gears from the clock. You push yourself down as fast as possible. You canât lose her. This canât happen.
You can hear the clock spinning rapidly, but Natashaâs wide eyes and fear-flushed face are enough to slow time down to an unbearably slow rate.
You see a pipe coming up, and you do the only thing you can think of. You shoot a web.
It reaches down the tower at an excruciatingly slow pace, torturing you because you donât know if itâll reach her in time.
As the end of the web closes in on her chest, it reaches out like a hand, pleading for Natasha to just come a little closer. It finally attaches to her chest, and you quickly grab the pipe as you go flying by it.
You both stop falling.
The crack is deafening.
You barely pause, dropping down to the floor. Sheâs hanging from the web a few feet above the ground. Her head is hanging, red hair grazing the floor. Sheâs not moving.
âNatasha?â you ask quietly. You take a few tentative steps and try again. âHey. Natasha?â You drop to your knees beside her and pull off your mask.
âHey! Natasha!â
Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you cradle her lifeless body against your chest. âPlease. Nat, please.â
You move the hair out of her face and hold her cheek. âStay with me. Please, Nat, stay with me. Nat? No. No, no please! Please,â you whimper, sobbing into her chest. She has no heartbeat. And it breaks you.
Thereâs no telling how many minutes pass before you gain the strength to stand up. You break the web and lift her bridle-style. âI wonât leave you here,â you promise in a watery mumble, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
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Snow covers the sparkling lot of land. It would be beautiful, if not for the concrete reminders of grief spaced throughout the area. The funeral was yesterday. Youâre back again today. You canât stay away from her for that long.
You stare down at the grey headstone, adorned with flowers from people you donât even know.
âShe talked about you a lot,â a man says from behind you. You knew he was there, but you honestly didnât care enough to be on edge. âHell, Natasha was never one for expressing feelings, but that girl was in love with you. She was like a daughter to me.â
Your ears perk up at his last statement. âYou must be Fury.â He says nothing, confirming your suspicions. âShe talked a lot about you too. One night we got a little drunk and talked about our wedding, where weâd live, how many kids weâd haveâŚshe said she wanted you to walk her down the aisle.â You begin to choke up and you hate it. âThis is all my fault.â
âDonât start with that bullshit. Being a hero has its price. Natasha knew the risks of living the life she did. You canât blame yourself for that, and she wouldnât want you to.â Another minute of silence ensues as you digest his words, knowing they wouldnât be enough to ease your guilt. âItâs cold out here. You should head home.â
âI canât leave her here,â you respond immediately.
He sighs heavily, placing a hand on your shoulder. âYou wonât be leaving her. Physically, sheâs six feet under this headstone,â he says bluntly. âBut the only place she would want to be is with you. And I can guarantee her stubborn ass found some way to stick by your side. Even if you canât see her. Go home, Parker. And donât be a stranger. Iâll be in touch.â
A few minutes after Fury leaves, you kneel in the snow and lean your forehead against the cold concrete. âI promise Iâll come back. I wonât leave you here. I love you, Natasha Romanoff. I wish we couldâve had more time. Iâm so sorry.â
You stand up and walk away at a brutal pace, sniffling to keep the tears at bay, but itâs impossible. The sobs soon break through, and you launch yourself into the air with a web. You donât know where youâre going, but you recognize where you end up.
You sit on the edge of the roof, looking down into the alley where Natasha first confessed to knowing who you were. âIâm so sorry,â you whisper again. A single teardrop falls down to the ground. âGod, Iâm so sorry.â
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