Peter Parker x Reader
Word count: 1200ish
Warnings: cursing, theft, mentions of blood and fighting
Summary: You, a common thief, meets the scarlet webster.
A/N: Honestly don’t know where I’m going with this but whatevs. Also this is my first fic so no hate please. And ignore any mistakes.
You grabbed the money and stuffed it in your backpack, quickly turning and running toward the shadows. Getting to a big enough shadow, you jumped in quickly teleporting out of the bank. You ended up in an alley on the other side of New York where you took off your ski mask and threw it into the nearest dumpster. Smirking to yourself at a job well done, you headed to your home in the Queens.
You slung your backpack over your shoulder and walked out into the streets. You were debating what charity to donate most of the money to when you arrived at your apartment. Walking inside, you headed toward your kitchen where you usually hide the cash. You removed the tile right in front of the fridge and took the money out of the bag, putting in the hole. When you were contemplating your next move, you just decided to go out and treat yourself.
It was around couple of hours later when you wanted to go home. Leaving the bakery with a fresh pastry and a small content smile, thinking about all the things that went right this day.
A clap of thunder startled you out of your happy state. Quickly you looked up and noticed all the gray and angry clouds. Shit. You were too busy getting ready for your heist you didn’t even bother to check the weather. Cursing to yourself, you started to walk faster, desperate to find an ally that you could find a secluded shadow in. You finally found one and hurried to the safe haven. Right when you found a big enough shadow to travel through, you got interrupted.
You felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw this guy in red spandex hanging upside down in front of you. Your eyes widened slightly as you recognized him as the Spider-man. Double shit. Of course you’d pick the ally that fucking Spider-man would be in.
‘Maybe he’s not here for me and it’s all a big coincidence,’ you thought, hopefully.
“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know anyone that can manipulate shadows, would you? I mean who am I kidding, it’s not like a lovely lady like you could know such a girl.” As his speech progresses, your fear grows.
You bet there’s a god out there that’s laughing their ass off right now. That fucking dick.
You laughed a nervous, awkward laugh before replying, “Yeah why would I know? I’m just a normal girl amirite?” Your speech came out a little too fast and high for it to be believable. You turned around, aiming for a different shadow when Spider-man did his little web thing to your legs, gluing them to the ground.
You guess you’re going to have to do this the hard way. Keeping your poker face up, you try to look over your shoulder at the spider but you find him gone. A shadows casts over you causing you to look above you. There sat Spidey on the hanging from a fire escape.
A smirk crosses your face, “Yo Spidey, you wanna know a little secret?” The boy in the suit cocks his head little bit. “Manipulating shadows is a simpler term,” you said as you made a solid shadow dagger form in your hand. You went for your webs on your feet first, cutting them before standing up again. When you were free you went to go attack underoos who was just above you but you found him gone. Figuring this is your chance to get out of there you ran for a shadow. You were quite literally one inch from your escape when you got close lined.
Unknowingly, you blacked out. One second, you were almost to freedom. The next, you were on the ground holding your, now, broken nose.
“Holy-shit-tits,” you groaned out. Peaking your eyes open, you saw a man with bow and arrow pointed at you and Spiderman next to him. “Well fuck me over backwards. I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” you said in a squeaky voice in from holding your bleeding nose.
“Cap is gonna love you,” the bowman said with a smile.
You were completely blindfolded and handcuffed so you couldn’t do any ‘shadow bullshit’ as bowman called it. In all honesty, you didn’t know where they were taking you. But if Spiderman is connected with them, it couldn’t be that bad right? Right?? They did stop the bleeding of your nose, so that’s a good sign.
You couldn’t even try to figure out the conversation happening in the front. All your concentration was on trying to not have a full on panic attack. The darkness from the blindfold was really freaking you out. Memories from before started to flash across your brain. You tried to shut them out, you really did.
“Hey, you ok? Do you need, like, some medical help or something?” You could barely hear him through the blood pumping in your ears. Guessing by the voice, it was the guy that got you into this mess. Oh when you got free, you were going after him
“I ca-can’t bre-athe,” you say into between gasps. You heard him quietly whisper ‘oh shit’
“Uh, ok. Just focus on my voice. You’re going to be fine. You’re not even going to jail,” He lifted up the blindfold and the first thing you notice was his mask was off. He had nice brown hair and attractive figures. When your eyes finally met his, you were hit with a sense of calm. His eyes were a nice warm chocolatey brown. You could lose yourself into them if you wanted to. So much for wanting to go after the guy. “I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves. I’m Peter. You are?”
“I’m Y/N,” you replied. Your breaths we’re getting less violent.
“See I told you, you’re completely fine.” He said with a growing smirk.
You didn’t even notice your hyperventilating had stopped.
“If you guys are done eyefucking back there, we’re here.” Bowman’s voice cut through your apparent ‘eyefucking’. Both you and Peter had already turned away with bright red faces. The webster got out of the car and went to go open the door, still avoiding your eye. When you got of the car, you saw this gigantic skyscraper with a lot of glass. When your eyes trained on the A on the side, you started to freak out.
‘Why am I at the Avengers tower?’ You may be a little behind on who is in the Avengers, but you’re not completely clueless.
“Hey Clint, can you go tell the others? I’ll take Y/N on a tour.” Clint just gave Peter a wink and walked away. Another blush spread across his cheeks.
“Why the fuck am I here?” you whispered. Not even knowing what happened seconds before. You turned to look at Peter who had a small, confident smirk.
“This, Y/N, is your new home.”
Your first instinct was to start hysterically laughing. Which you did for a good minute or so. Then you realized they were actually serious. That stopped you in your tracks.
“I think I’d rather have the jail option please.”