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Caught in a Web (Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader)

❝When multiversal chaos brings countless Mark Grayson variants into one world, Y/N—gifted with Spider-like powers—finds herself caught between different versions of the same man. Her Mark, who loved her too late and Sinister Mark, who lost his Y/N and sees her as his second chance... ❞ — ongoing | dark!Mark | toxic love | obsession | angst

🕷️ One-Shots

A Glimpse of Us (Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader) ❝ A lingering memory, and the love that still haunts him. ❞ — complete | heartbreak | bittersweet | emotional | standalone

I Wish I Was Heather (Richard Grayson x Fem!Reader) ❝ She’s everything you’re not—and the girl he chose. But that doesn’t stop you from wishing you were her. ❞ — complete | unrequited love | jealousy | emotional angst | based on Heather by Conan Gray

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I wish was Heather

Here's a oneshot that I just finished writing today, and checking the grammar. I'm really proud of this one, and take inspiration from one of my top songs "Heather" by Conan Gray. I highly recommended listening to the song before or after!!! Please enjoy :)

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"I still remember, third of December  Me in your sweater, you said it looked better  On me than it did you, only if you knew  How much I liked you..."

Months and time have always been a blur to Barbara, but not when she’s with him.  

It’s cold on Gotham’s rooftops tonight. Wind whips down the alleys, biting through her suit, and Barbara shivers before she can stop herself. 

Without a word, Dick grabs his extra jacket... the one that doesn’t fit anymore way too tight on his arms, but the one that he still keeps strapped to his gear… and tosses it over her shoulders. “Here,” he says, half-smiling. “It will look better on you anyway.” 

Barbara laughs, fingers curling into the fabric, warmth blooming against her skin. She wants to tell him that he has no idea how much those words mean, how she’s memorized every offhand kindness he’s ever given her. But instead, she just rolls her eyes, keeps her gaze fixed on the skyline, and says, “Thanks, Boy Wonder.” 

What she doesn’t say: Only if you knew how much I liked you. 

She presses the jacket closer, lets herself pretend... just for a breath... that it means something more than friendship. 

But she knows it doesn’t. 

Because she knows 

it’ll be you that he rushes home too. 

Barbara always knew she never had him.  

She and Dick had history, sure... laughter shared on rooftops, secrets passe in the night. But romance? That was never theirs. 

Still, she pictures the way he looks at you and makes her ache like she’s lost something that was never hers to begin with. 

..."but I watch your eyes as she walks by"

She sees the way he turns his head and smiles whenever you enter a room, as if his world only begins once you’re in it. His eyes soften, his shoulders ease, and she realizes he’s been waiting for you without even knowing it. 

It happens every time. At briefings, at charity dinners, even in the Wayne Manor when you walk through the door... and when he looks up, there’s suddenly sunlight where there was none before. 

Barbara pretends not to see. Pretends to study her notes, or scroll through data, or adjust her glasses like something important just caught her attention. Anything, really, to avoid watching you both.

Four years into this feeling, four years of him loving you, she knows the truth: it’s easier to focus on anything in the room than on the warmth in his gaze when it lands on you. Easier to count the cracks in the ceiling or memorize the police reports than to acknowledge how his smile changes when you’re near.

Because he doesn’t just smile at you.  He comes alive. 

"Why would you ever kiss me?  I'm not even half as pretty"

It’s the Wayne annual charity benefit and Barbara watches from the sideline from Tim mindlessly scrolling on his phone to Jason with a glass in his hand swishing his alcohol. 

Barbara sees it all, but she watches you without meaning to. Heels off, hair pinned, you’re sitting on a folding chair as you tie up donation ribbons with volunteers, and somehow you rope Damian into helping you. 

No cameras here, no flashbulbs, just you… laughing easily, thanking everyone by name. Damian even smiles a little when you tell him he’s doing a great job.

Then Dick appears with your favorite drink. He crouches beside you, hands you the drink, and looks at you with love. It’s instinctive, unconscious. He doesn’t even know he’s doing it. 

And then he kisses you. It wasn’t a huge movie kiss or anything special. Just a simple quick kiss to the lips  

But it was enough to make Barbara’s chest aches. She excuses herself before anyone can notice. 

"Watch as she stands with her holding your hand  Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder"

The Gala has now started, and flashes of the camera are blinding, but the real brightness is you. Dressed in silver, laugh tumbling out like bells, you hold Dick’s arm with ease. Cameras scream your name; headlines will crown you Gotham’s darling again. 

And him? He doesn’t look at the photographers. He doesn’t care about the crowd. His gaze stays on you, steady, tender, as though no one else exists. 

Barbara once again stands off to the side, arms tucked against her chest, lips pressed thin. She watches Dick lean down, whisper something into your ear, and you throw your head back in laughter. 

He’s radiant when you’re radiant… Barbara looks away before it crushes her.  

"...But how could I hate her? She's such an angel  But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she"

Barbara wants to hate you. Wants it so badly. It would make things easier if you were shallow, arrogant, entitled. Gotham’s princess should be untouchable; someone she could set apart from herself with bitterness. 

But you’re not. 

You’re gracious. You thank the barista, you ask strangers about their day, you kneel down to compliment a child’s drawing on the sidewalk. You’re beautiful, yes, devastatingly so, but it’s your kindness that makes people love you. 

And that’s what makes it unbearable. Barbara can’t hate you. She can only hate how small she feels in your orbit... 

"What a sight for sore eyes  Brighter than a blue sky"   

You and Dick are about to give your grand speech to end the Gala’s night, but you two are nowhere to be seen.  

“Where did they go?” Jason asked, his tone laced with that teasing edge that usually meant he was jumping to the wrong conclusion. 

Tim glanced up from his phone, pushing it aside with a sigh. “Pretty sure Y/N said they wanted to run through their speech one more time.” 

Barbara knew better. She’d seen you both slip out together about ten minutes ago. She opened her mouth, ready to correct them, but Damian was quicker to add his input, arms folded tight across his chest. 

“Tsk. He’s been hogging Y/N all night.” 

Jason smirked, quick with the jab. “That’s his girlfriend, Dami.” 

“Don’t call me that!” Damian snapped, his scowl sharp enough to cut. 

Jason only laughed, eyes glinting with mischief. “What?? Y/N’s the only one allowed to call you that?” 

Damian cheeks coloring faintly, Tim laughing and Damian about to rebuttal, but Barbara lets their bickering fade in the background staying quiet, and thinking about a relationship that’s been on her mind far more then she’ll like to admit.  

The part that stung the most. Was how easy it was for everyone else to say it out loud...

Girlfriend. Couple. Words Barbara never let herself use, not even in the privacy of her own thoughts. Because if she did, if she named what he was to you and what you were to him, she’d have to face what she wasn’t... never his.  

So, she bit her tongue, let the laughter roll around her, and focused on anything else in the room.  

Barbara started to zone back in and already picking up the conversation of Damian threating to kill Jason and she just sighed getting tired of hearing them bicker. It was Bruce who made Barbara snap back into the present.  

 Bruce’s low voice cut through the chatter. “Barbara,” he said, while walking over to them, “would you mind finding them? We’re due to start in five minutes.” 

Her throat tightened. Of course she was the one asked. Of course, Bruce assumed it would be easy. 

“Sure,” Barbara managed, getting ready to head down the hallway where she seen you both runoff too.

"She's got you mesmerized while I die..."

She didn’t have to go far and catches you and Dick in the corner. You’re fixing his tie, your smile playful. He gazes down at you like you’re the only thing that makes sense in the room. 

Barbara swallows, steadying herself. “Speech is starting soon,” she reminds him... him because that's who she wants. 

“Thanks, Babs,” he says warmly, without taking his eyes off you. 

And you, gentle as always, beam at her. “Come up with us. You should be seen, too! You’ve help so much with event.” 

Barbara shakes her head. “It’s your night.” she swallows the jealousy in her throat when she stares at your perfect smile “You’ve done more than anyone here, so you deserve it more”  

And then the two of you walk away, leaving her in silence that tastes like ashes. 

"You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester  But you like her better..."

Another day and another night they work in the city’s shadows.  

He’s Nightwing, she’s batgirl... partners, allies, soldiers against Gotham’s endless dark. 

It should feel whole. But his phone buzzes once, twice, and his face softens in a way crime never earns or her. A photo from you. Something silly, she’s sure but she can’t help but glance at his phone, and her stomach drops a little when she sees you. Breathtaking you… in Dick’s old college hoodie... A reminder to come home safe to you. 

“She’s going asleep?” Barbara asks, pretending her voice doesn’t shake. 

“Yeah,” Dick says, smiling down at the screen. “She wanted to wait up, but she’s got an early shoot tomorrow. I told her not to.” 

Barbara says nothing. She just stares out at Gotham, where every light burns for someone else. 

"Oh...  Wish I were Heather..."

Her apartment is too quiet when she gets home.  She tries to drown it out with the hum of her laptop, the scrolling of feeds. But it only makes things worse. Every headline, every snapshot: you, dazzling on carpets and in candid street shots, your hand always tangled with his. 

Barbara clicks one photo. He’s kissing your temple. The caption calls you “Gotham’s Golden Couple.” 

Her throat tightens. She slams the laptop shut. 

“I wish I was her,” she whispers into the dark.  But wishing doesn’t change the truth. 

Barbara says nothing, but she thinks it all. 

"I wish I was her. I wish I was Heather."

But she’s not. And maybe that’s okay. Because Dick is happy. Because you are gentle. Because she can carry the ache and still be whole. 

So, she turns off the lamp, lets the room be dark, and teaches herself that longing is just another kind of love…

one that doesn’t need to be returned to still be real. 

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I guess you can say I have a thing for Graysons hehe... I hope you liked this oneshot. I really do feel like I love writing these types of stories the best, and get the best inspiration. I'm still working on finishing caught in a web so stay tuned for that!!

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Caught in a Web

part 9!!

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Y/N stood on the edge of the ruined skyscraper, heart pounding in her chest. The words of her Variant self still echoed in her head.

"I stopped waiting for a Mark Grayson to choose me."

"I’m not just a chapter in his story. I’m the main character of mine."

She inhaled sharply, staring down at the war-torn city below, where the Marks were still out there.

Her Mark. The one who had let her go, but was now realizing he might have made a mistake.

Sinister Mark. The one who had chased her across realities, unwilling to let her go because he had lost his own Y/N once before.

Phantom Mark. The one who had been broken by losing her, staring at her like she was a ghost who cameback to haunt him.

She had no idea what to do.

“Feeling any closer to an answer?” Variant Y/N asked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Not even a little.”

Variant Y/N gave her a sympathetic look. “Yeah. Figured.”

Then—

The ground shook.

Y/N’s spider-sense flared a half-second before the entire building rumbled beneath them. A shockwave split the air, and before either of them could react—

BOOM.

A figure slammed onto the rooftop, shattering the ground beneath him.

Sinister Mark.

His eyes locked onto Y/N instantly.

His jaw clenched. “Found you.”

Y/N’s stomach flipped.

But before she could even process it, another BOOM shook the air, and two more figures landed on the rooftop.

Her Mark.

And Phantom Mark.

Y/N took a step back, suddenly very aware of the weight of their gazes.

Sinister Mark’s expression was unreadable, his fists clenching at his sides. “Stop leaving.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “I needed to think.”

Phantom Mark’s breath was ragged, his body tense. He looked like he didn’t know whether to run to her or collapse. “You don’t get it,” he murmured. “Seeing you disappear like that—” He cut himself off, inhaling sharply. “I couldn’t go through it again.”

Her Mark’s jaw tightened, his eyes burning. “Y/N…” He took a hesitant step forward, his voice quieter now. “What’s going on?”

Y/N exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t know!” she admitted, her voice more frustrated than she meant. “I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what you all want from me!”

Sinister Mark’s eyes darkened, his expression unreadable.

Phantom Mark looked devastated, like this was slipping through his fingers.

Her Mark hesitated. “Y/N, I—”

But before he could finish, Variant Y/N stepped forward, crossing her arms.

“Okay, first of all? You guys need to back the hell up,” she said, glaring at the Marks. “She’s not some multiversal prize you get to fight over.”

Sinister Mark’s gaze snapped to her and softened instantly. “Who the hell—?”

“Another me,” Y/N answered before he could finish.

Her Mark’s brows furrowed. “Another you?”

Variant Y/N smirked. “Yep. And guess what? I lived.” She tilted her head. “Which means this whole ‘Y/N always dies’ crap? Not set in stone.”

Phantom Mark’s expression flickered. “So… it can change.”

“Yeah,” Variant Y/N nodded. “But you know what won’t change?” She turned to Y/N.

“The fact that she’s the one who has to make the choice.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Sinister Mark’s expression didn’t change, but something in his posture shifted.

Phantom Mark swallowed hard.

Her Mark’s hands curled into fists.

Y/N closed her eyes for a brief second, inhaling slowly.

She knew she had to decide.

But how could she?

Her Mark was the one she had loved first. The one she had almosthad, the one she had fought beside for years, the one who was only realizing now what he lost.

Sinister Mark was the one who refused to let go. The one who had seen his Y/N die and couldn’t bear to let it happen again. He had found her, chosen her before she even realized what was happening.

Phantom Mark was the one who had already lost her. And now that she was here, he wasn’t sure how to breathe.

And she?

She didn’t know what to do.

“…I can’t,” she whispered.

The wind carried the words between them, making the moment feel too big.

“I can’t pick,” she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. “Because no matter what I choose, someone gets hurt. And I…I just…” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

Silence.

Then…

Sinister Mark exhaled slowly. “You don’t have to be ready.”

Her Mark hesitated. “Y/N…”

Phantom Mark ran a hand down his face, inhaling shakily.

And Variant Y/N—

She smiled softly, her expression knowing.

“Then don’t pick,” she said.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

Variant Y/N shrugged. “You don’t have to choose right now. Maybe you just need time.”

Sinister Mark’s expression twitched.

Her Mark looked uncertain.

Phantom Mark’s gaze was haunted.

But none of them argued.

Because in the end…

It wasn’t their choice to make.

Y/N exhaled slowly, her chest feeling a little lighter.

For the first time since all this started… she had time.

And maybe that was enough.

For now.

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Enjoy part 9! I think I'm going to try to warp everything up in chapter 10 or at least try too :) hehe

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Caught in a Web

part 8!!

The weight of their gazes was suffocating.

Sinister Mark, looking at her like she was the last piece of something he had lost.

Phantom Mark, staring at her with grief so raw it was cutting.

And her Mark the one who had let her go, the one who was now realizing that maybe, just maybe, he had made the wrong choice.

Y/N felt trapped.

She needed space. She needed air.

But before she could even think of an escape, her spider-sense screamed.

Thwip!

A sudden pull yanked her backward, the force wrapping around her torso like a lasso.

“What the?!”

She barely had time to react before she was ripped off the rooftop, the wind rushing past her as she was pulled away from the Marks at blinding speed.

Sinister Mark’s eyes widened. “What the hell—?”

Phantom Mark lunged forward, his body tensing as if he were ready to chase after her.

Her Mark’s breath hitched. “Y/N!”

But she was already gone.

Pulled through the crumbling city, she twisted mid-air, trying to break free—only to come face-to-face with something she hadn’t been expecting.

Another Y/N.

She wore a sleek, upgraded version of her suit—red and black with enhanced armor plating and tech woven into the fabric. Her movements were calculated, precise. And her eyes—they weren’t covered by lenses. They were bare, but sharp, her eyes carrying the weight of someone who had seen too much.

“Hang on,” the Variant Y/N muttered, her grip tightening as she web-zipped them away, moving with an effortless agility that even Y/N hadn’t mastered.

Before she could even protest, they disappeared into the ruins of a half-collapsed skyscraper, ducking into the shadows of an abandoned floor.

The moment they landed, Y/N ripped the webbing off her torso, whirling around.

“What the hell was that?”

Variant Y/N crossed her arms. “You looked like you were about to implode back there. Figured you could use a break.”

Y/N’s breath came fast, her heart still pounding from the sheer chaos of it all. “And you are…?”

The other Y/N smirked. “Another you. From a world where I didn’t die.”

That made Y/N freeze.

Because she had spent the last hour listening to every Mark variant tell her how she was always meant to die. That she was always meant to be a turning point in their stories.

But this Y/N? She was proof that wasn’t true.

“…You survived?” Y/N finally asked, her voice quieter now.

Variant Y/N nodded. “Yeah. And I know exactly what you’re thinking right now.”

Y/N swallowed. “Do you?”

The other Y/N took a slow step forward. “You’re stuck between your Mark, who let you go… and another one who never did. And now, you don’t know if you should look back or move forward.”

Y/N’s breath hitched eyes narrowing slightly. Because, how the hell did she know, but she was right.

Variant Y/N tilted her head. “Let me guess. Your Mark is only realizing now what he lost?”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Pretty much.”

“And the other Mark in the yellow and black?” Variant Y/N raised an eyebrow. “ He’s obsessed, isn’t he?”

Y/N hesitated. “I don’t… think it’s obsession.”

Variant Y/N smirked. “No? hmmm, Then why did he chase you across the multiverse?”

Y/N had no answer for that.

Because Sinister Mark had chased her.

Had come all this way. Had looked at her like she was his world, even though she wasn’t.

And now, she didn’t know what to do with it.

Variant Y/N sighed. “I’ve seen this before, you know.”

Y/N frowned. “Seen what?”

The other Y/N leaned against the cracked concrete wall, folding her arms.

“This cycle,” she murmured. “Marks always fall for us. We always fall for them. And most of the time, we end up dead.” Her gaze darkened. “But not always.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “Then how did you survive?”

Variant Y/N exhaled, looking out the shattered window toward the battlefield, where the Marks were still fighting. Still waiting for her to come back.

“I stopped waiting for a Mark Grayson to choose me,” she said simply.

Y/N’s heart skipped.

“I love my Mark,” Variant Y/N admitted. “Always will. But I realized something before it was too late.” She turned back to her, eyes burning with certainty.

“I’m not just a chapter in his story. I’m the main character of mine.”

Y/N felt something shatter inside her.

“Damn I should be a motivational speaker” Variant Y/N smiled at the thought

Y/N rolled her eyes but thought what her other self-had said

Because she had spent so long feeling like she had to be chosen. By her Mark. By Sinister Mark. By fate itself.

But maybe…

Maybe she needed to choose herself.

She inhaled sharply. “So what do I do?”

Variant Y/N smirked. “That’s up to you, kid.”

Y/N scoffed. “You are me. We’re the same age.”

Variant Y/N shrugged. “Yeah, but I’ve got multiversal wisdom. That makes me the older sister here.”

Y/N rolled her eyes once again, but the smallest smile tugged at her lips.

Variant Y/N’s smirk faded slightly, her voice softening. “Look. I get it. It’s a lot. But I brought you here because you needed to step away from them. From their expectations.”

Y/N exhaled. “And now?”

Variant Y/N straightened. “Now, you decide who you are. What you want.”

The weight of it hit her all at once.

This wasn’t about fate.

This wasn’t about what she was meant to be in someone else’s story.

This was about her.

Y/N inhaled slowly, her decision settling in her chest.

“Alright,” she murmured.

She turned back toward the city, toward the battlefield, toward them.

Not sure if anyone noticed, but I want to say sorry for being gone. I had to lock in for work, and class especially summer classes, and I even took a writing class too!! Please enjoy :)

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Caught in a Web

Sinister Mark x Reader

part 7!

The choice hung in the air like a loaded gun. 

Y/N could feel both of them watching her. 

Her Mark—the one who had always been there, the one she had fought besides, the one she had wanted for so long but could never have. The one who had moved on. 

And then Sinister Mark—the version of him who had never let go, the one who had lost his Y/N and now saw her as something he could maybe hold onto. Something he wasn’t ready to lose again. 

And then there was her, standing between two versions of the same person, torn between what she had always wanted and what she might need. 

Her fingers curled into fists. “I can’t do this right now.” 

Sinister Mark’s gaze didn’t waver. “Why not?” 

Y/N let out a sharp exhale, looking around at the actual war zone happening around them. “Because there are literally a hundred versions of you beating the hell out of each other right now, and I don’t have time to unpack my multiversal baggage.” 

Sinister Mark smirked. “Running away?” 

Her Mark frowned. “She’s not running.” 

Sinister Mark turned to him. “No? Then why does she look like she’s about to?” 

Y/N’s jaw tightened. “I’m not running, I’m just—” She broke off, inhaling sharply. “I just don’t know what you expect from me.” 

Sinister Mark’s expression softened, something dark behind his eyes. “I don’t expect anything.” 

Her Mark stayed silent. 

Because maybe… he did. 

Y/N swallowed hard. “What do you even want from me?” she asked, turning to Sinister Mark, her voice raw. 

He was quiet for a long time. Then— 

“A chance.” 

Her stomach twisted. “A chance for what?” 

Sinister Mark took a step forward, lowering his voice so only she could hear. 

“To be the version of me that doesn’t lose you.” 

Her breath caught. 

Her Mark’s jaw clenched. 

The air was too thick, too heavy. Y/N needed space, needed to get away before she said something she wasn’t ready for. 

So she did the only thing she could do. 

She turned away. 

“I need to clear my head.” 

Neither of them stopped her. 

Not even Sinister Mark. 

Because, he was letting her make the choice. 

And Y/N? 

She wasn’t sure if she was ready to make it. 

But something deep inside her whispered— 

Maybe it was time? 

Y/N swung her webbing to a building, the wind was hollowing between her ears as she swung in the air passing by buildings crumbing and in the far distance, she can even see different versions of Mark Grayson tearing into each other in a brutal display of power. 

And yet, in this moment, there was no war. 

There was only her. 

Trying to put distance between herself and the weight of two different Marks watching her. Trying to escape the storm between past regrets and future uncertainties. 

But the multiverse wasn’t done with her yet. 

A ripple cut through the air—Y/N spider sense started to go off again and she landed on top of a building trying to sense where the new issues was coming from. 

And then, flying through the sky, he appeared. 

Phantom Mark. 

He wore a version of the Invincible suit that was darker, lined with streaks of blue, his face hidden.  

Y/N was trying to process if she should take him down or run? 

And the moment he saw her, the world stopped. 

His chest tightened. His breath hitched. 

Because he knew that face. 

Because his Y/N was dead. 

And yet—here she was. Alive. Breathing. 

The shock in his expression was immediate, his heart hammering against his ribs. “Y/N?” 

“Oh great” she whispered to herself her head snapping toward him,  

But Y/N could not see his face but the way his body reacted—like he had seen a ghost, made her breath catch. 

“I can never catch a break” she said tugging her mask off.  

Y/N took a step back, her expression pained. “Phantom… I’m not your Y/N.” 

Tingle Tingle her spider sense gave her that warning  

But before she could move farther— 

He grabbed her. 

Arms wrapped around her shoulders and back in a crushing hug, clinging to her like she might fade out of existence if he let go. 

“Please,” he whispered. “Just give me a minute. One more minute.” 

“Phantom—” she tensed, her body going rigid. “Let me go.” 

He didn’t move. 

“Let me go.” Louder now. 

Still nothing. 

Her voice rose again, more desperate. “Let me go!” 

He tightened his hold. “I—I can’t. I can’t lose you again—” 

That was it. 

Crack. 

Y/N’s hand lit up with venom-charged energy and slammed into his chest. The electric burst surged through him—his body convulsed, eyes wide, mouth open in a gasp as he froze in place. 

The shock knocked him off balance, and Y/N twisted out of his grasp. 

He dropped her. 

But she didn’t fall. 

Thwip. 

A web shot to a nearby building, and she caught herself midair, swinging to land on a steel beam high above. 

She was shaking. 

Not because she was afraid of him—but because it caught her off guard... but it made her think. 

She knew her Mark and the others that got stuck in this world were strong, but it was crazy how fast and quickly Phantom Mark reacted.  

He had snapped. 

And she had been caught in it. 

Below her, Phantom Mark fell to one knee, panting, his fingers twitching as the venom crackled through his nervous system. 

Then— 

“Y/N?!” 

She turned sharply. 

Two figures shot across the sky. 

Sinister Mark and Her Mark. 

Both of them had heard Y/N screaming rushing to get to where she is. 

 They landed hard on the roof, eyes darting between her, the downed Phantom Mark, and each other. 

Sinister Mark’s eyes blazed. “What the hell happened?!” 

Her Mark immediately moved toward Y/N, hand outstretched. “Are you okay?” 

Y/N stepped back, holding up a hand. “I’m fine.” Her voice was tight. Controlled. “Just… don’t touch me right now.” 

Her Mark froze. 

Sinister Mark’s gaze locked onto Phantom, who was slowly recovering, still trembling slightly. “He grabbed you?” 

Y/N nodded stiffly. “He wouldn’t let go.” 

Sinister Mark’s jaw clenched. He took a step forward, his voice dropping into something dangerous. “You touch her like that again; I will kill you.” 

Phantom Mark didn’t respond. 

He couldn’t. 

He just stayed kneeling, hands shaking, breath shallow. 

Y/N turned away, her chest rising and falling. She didn’t want comfort. She didn’t want apologies. 

She just wanted space. 

Y/N was already putting her Mask back on getting ready to leave again. 

Then Phantom Mark got up slowly taking an unsteady step forward, towards her. His hands trembling. “This isn’t real.” His voice cracked, pain bleeding into every syllable. “I watched you die.” 

Y/N’s face twisted in annoyance she about to scream out “I’m not—” 

“I tried to save you,” Phantom Mark interrupted, his voice raw. “I did everything I could. But it wasn’t enough.” His hands clenched into fists. “It’s never enough.” 

Sinister Mark exhaled, his gaze unreadable. “Looks like I’m not the only one who knows what it feels like.” 

Her Mark frowned, but for once, he didn’t speak. 

Because this was different. 

Sinister Mark had lost his Y/N in rage and tragedy, but Phantom Mark? 

Phantom Mark looked like he had been hollowed out by it. 

Y/N hesitated but slowly said. “I’m not her.” 

Phantom Mark let out a shaky breath, something like a broken laugh. “I know,” he whispered. “But you look like her. You sound like her.” His voice wavered. “And for a second, I let myself believe…” 

Y/N felt something deep inside her crack. 

Because it was all too much. 

She had spent so long pushing down the idea that she and Mark were always meant to be something—always drawn to each other, always falling into each other’s orbit no matter what was going on. 

But this was proof. 

She had lost her Mark to Eve. 

Sinister Mark had lost his Y/N to fate. 

And Phantom Mark had lost his to something worse—something that had broken him. 

And yet, here they all were. 

A twisted reflection of what could have been. 

Y/N took a slow step forward, looking Phantom Mark in the eyes. “What happened to her?” 

Phantom Mark swallowed hard. “I failed her.” 

Sinister Mark’s gaze darkened, as if the words struck too close to home. 

Her Mark—the only one who hadn’t lost her—stiffened. 

And Y/N? 

She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer. 

But she asked anyway. 

“What do you mean?” 

Phantom Mark inhaled sharply, like saying the words would break him all over again. 

“She died saving me.” His voice was raw, jagged with grief. “She was the only person who ever saw me as more than a weapon. More than a Viltrumite. And I let her go into battle alone because it was all too much for me!” His jaw clenched. “By the time I got to her, she was already…” His breath hitched. “She died in my arms.” 

Y/N felt something shatter inside her. 

Because even though it wasn’t her, it could have been. 

She turned away for a moment, pressing her fingers against her temples. “What the hell man” she muttered, trying to steady herself. 

Phantom Mark exhaled shakily. “And now I get to see you standing here,” he whispered. “Like the universe is mocking me.” 

Y/N turned back, her heart aching. “I’m sorry.” 

Phantom Mark let out a bitter laugh. “You’re not her,” he said, shaking his head. “But hearing you say that makes me want to believe you are.” 

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. 

Sinister Mark was the one to finally break it. 

“That’s how it is, isn’t it?” His voice was almost tired now. “We’re always meant to love you. And most are always meant to lose you.” 

Phantom Mark’s jaw tightened. “Maybe in your world,” he muttered. “But I refuse to believe that’s the way it has to be.” 

Y/N’s breath caught. 

And her Mark—the one who had never lost her, the one who still had a chance to fight for her if he wanted to—finally spoke. 

“Maybe it doesn’t.” 

Y/N’s chest tightened as she turned to him. “What?” 

Her Mark exhaled, looking between the versions of himself that had lost her and the version of himself that still had the choice. 

“I didn’t lose you,” he murmured. “But I let you go.” 

Sinister Mark scoffed. “So, you do have a brain.” 

Her Mark ignored him. His gaze stayed on her. “I thought I was doing the right thing,” he admitted. “I thought… maybe we weren’t meant to happen.” 

Y/N felt her throat tighten. 

Her Mark clenched his fists. “But seeing them—seeing what I could have become if I lost you?” He exhaled. “I don’t know if I made the right choice anymore.” 

Silence. 

Then— 

Sinister Mark smirked, but there was no humor in it. “You’re realizing this now?” 

Phantom Mark’s expression darkened. “Wait you two aren’t together! What kind of idiot are you!” Phantom Mark could not believe it “You’re the only one who still has her. Yet she’s all alone!” Mark just stood there not saying a thing and Sinister Mark was enjoying this far too much. 

Y/N could barely breathe. 

Because this was too much. 

Too many feelings. Too many versions of the same man, each one staring at her like she was the only thing that had ever mattered. 

And she had no idea what to do. 

Because now, her Mark was looking at her like maybe—just maybe—he had been wrong. 

And the worst part? 

She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to be 

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Caught in a Web

Sinister Mark x Reader

part 6!!

Y/N wasn’t sure how much longer she could take this. 

Standing between two versions of Mark Grayson—one she had loved and lost, the other who had never let go—it was pulling at something deep inside her. Something she had spent years trying to ignore. 

And the worst part? 

Sinister Mark wasn’t wrong. 

She could feel the weight of her Mark’s silence. He wasn’t denying it. He wasn’t pushing back against the idea that they could have been something. 

Because deep down—he knew it too. 

But he had moved on. He had Eve now. 

So why was he looking at her like this? 

Pulling off her mask Y/N clenched her jaw, forcing herself to focus on the present. “It doesn’t matter.” 

Sinister Mark raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t it?” 

She turned to him, forcing steel into her voice. “You said yourself that some versions of me live. That means we’re not doomed to some tragic ending.” She exhaled sharply. “We make our own choices.” 

Sinister Mark studied her for a long moment, something flickering in his gaze. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” 

Her pulse skipped.  

Before she could respond, her Mark finally spoke. 

“Why are you even here?” His voice was sharper now, like he was trying to redirect the conversation. “You don’t belong in this reality.” 

Sinister Mark smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Neither do half the versions of you currently tearing this city apart.” He crossed his arms. “I didn’t come here for them.” His gaze flickered back to Y/N, unreadable. “I came here for her.” 

Her Mark’s shoulders tensed. 

Y/N’s stomach twisted. “Why?” 

Sinister Mark’s expression shifted, something almost... vulnerable flashing across his face. “Because I lost you once.” His voice was quiet now, almost too soft for her to hear. “And I don’t want to lose you again.” 

Her heart stopped. 

Her Mark inhaled sharply. 

For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. 

Because this wasn’t just some obsession, some twisted infatuation. 

Sinister Mark had felt this before. 

And it had destroyed him. 

“I’m not her,” Y/N whispered, voice barely above a breath. 

Sinister Mark nodded slowly. “You really got to stop saying that.” 

But he didn’t step back. 

He didn’t look away. 

And that was what scared her the most. 

Her Mark exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair, his frustration clear. “Y/N.” 

She turned to him, his version of her, the one who had once been her best friend, her almost-maybe-love, the one who had chosen someone else in the end. 

And for the first time in a long time… she wasn’t sure if she was still waiting for him. 

Her Mark hesitated. Then, finally— 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. 

Y/N’s breath caught. 

Because she knew what he meant. 

He wasn’t apologizing for Sinister Mark’s words. 

He was apologizing for them. 

For what they could have been. 

For what they never got to be. 

For all the things left unsaid. 

And Y/N— 

She wasn’t sure if she could forgive him. 

Not because she was angry. Not because she blamed him. 

But because in this moment, with the weight of a thousand different realities pressing down on her— 

She wasn’t sure if she wanted his apology. 

Or if she wanted something else entirely. 

Sinister Mark spoke again, voice unwavering. 

“You don’t have to be her for me to care.” 

Y/N’s pulse skipped. 

Her Mark’s jaw tightened. 

And suddenly— 

The choice was hers. 

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Caught in a Web

Sinister Mark x Fem Reader

here is part 5 enjoy :)

It had felt like the moment stretched into eternity.

The battlefield blurred, the sounds of destruction fading into a distant hum. Because standing across from her, tore but very much alive, was her Mark.

The one who had been her partner. Her best friend. The one she had loved in silence for far too long.

And the one who had moved on.

Y/N’s heart was hammering against her ribs as she forced herself to breathe. Her Mark looked at her like he had just seen a ghost—and in a way, he had.

Sinister Mark chuckled lowly. “This is adorable.”

Y/N shot him a glare. “Not the time.”

“Oh, I think it’s exactly the time,” Sinister Mark said, taking a step closer, tilting his head as he examined his counterpart. His eyes gleamed with something almost amused. “So you’re the one she gave up on.”

Her Mark’s brows furrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Y/N’s breath caught, but Sinister Mark only smirked, clearly enjoying the tension.

“I mean,” Sinister Mark gestured between them, “you had a chance. Didn’t you?” His gaze flicked to Y/N, like he already knew the answer. “You felt it. She did too.”

Her Mark flinched, and Y/N felt exposed in a way she hadn’t in years.

Because Sinister Mark was right.

Her Mark had felt it.

They both had.

It had been there in the moments between battles, in the way he held her after close calls, in the way they had trusted each other when the world had fallen apart.

But it had never been enough…

Because Mark had always been pulled in a different direction. Because Y/N had always convinced herself that he didn’t love her like that. Because by the time they could’ve done something about it—Eve had stepped in.

And Y/N had let him go.

She had buried it, moved forward, pretended it didn’t hurt.

But now, standing between two versions of Mark Grayson—one who had moved on and one who had neverlet her go—it was too much.

Her Mark clenched his jaw. “I don’t know what kind of mind games you’re playing, but Y/N and I—”

“Could’ve been something,” Sinister Mark finished smoothly.

Her Mark froze.

Y/N inhaled sharply. “Stop it.”

Sinister Mark turned to her, gaze unreadable. “Why?”

Her chest tightened. “Because this isn’t fair.”

“Fair?” Sinister Mark’s expression darkened. “What’s not fair is that he could have had you! Could be touching you! Loving you! Hell do you know how many versions of me and him are out there dying to be with you! What some of us would do to have you in our arms again!” His voice then dropped, becoming eerily calm, but there was a hint of something raw beneath it. “What’s not fair is that you died so many times and no matter how many worlds I see, no matter how many versions of me exist—we almost never get to keep you.”

Silence.

Her Mark looked at her then—really looked at her. And Y/N saw it.

That flicker of regret. That silent acknowledgment that, yes, once upon a time, they could have been something.

But that time had passed.

He had Eve now.

He had made his choice.

And yet…

“…Is it true?” her Mark asked, voice rough. “That in every universe, we’re always—”

“In love with her?” Sinister Mark smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah.” His gaze softened just slightly as he turned back to Y/N. “But love isn’t enough, is it?”

Y/N swallowed hard.

No. It wasn’t.

Not for her Mark.

But maybe…

Her throat was tight as she forced herself to look at Sinister Mark, the way his eyes searched hers like he was still trying to hold onto something that wasn’t his.

“You know” Y/N called out feeling both pairs of eyes are her, but she was still only looking at the him.

“I’m not her.” she said quietly

His jaw tensed. “I know.”

But he didn’t look away.

And for the first time in a long, long time…

Neither did she.

The weight of Sinister Mark’s words settled over them like a storm, heavy and suffocating. Y/N could feel her Mark’s eyes on her, searching for something—an answer, maybe? But she had none to give.

Because Sinister Mark had just confirmed what she had spent years trying to ignore.

She and Mark were always meant to be.

But meant to be didn’t mean meant to last.

Sinister Mark finally broke the silence, his eyes flickering between them before landing on her Mark.

“You got lucky, you know.” His voice was softer now, though still laced with something dark. “Not all of us get a happy ending.”

Her Mark frowned. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Sinister Mark exhaled through his nose, like he was debating whether or not to say it. Then, he did.

“Most of the time, yeah, Y/N doesn’t make it.” Sinister Mark’s voice was casual, but his hands had curled into fists. “Some of us hold onto you too tightly. Others don’t realize what we have until it’s too late. And when we lose you, then we lose ourselves.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

Her Mark swallowed hard but said nothing.

“But there are a few of us,” Sinister Mark continued, tilting his head slightly, “who get it right.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

“Some Marks don’t make the same mistakes,” Sinister Mark murmured. “Some of us choose you before it’s too late. And those versions of me?” He let out a quiet laugh, but there was no bitterness in it. “They never become this.”

Y/N felt something twist in her chest. “So… there are versions of me who get to be happy with Mark?”

Sinister Mark nodded. “Yeah. From what that freak Angstrom showed me, there are a few of us who don’t let the universe screw things up. Some Marks put you first. Some of them figure it out before it’s too late.” His gaze darkened slightly. “And those versions of us? We don’t break.”

Y/N’s lips parted slightly, a wave of something crushing hitting her all at once.

Because if that was true…

If there were versions of her and Mark who actually got their happy ending…

Then why couldn’t she be one of them?

She glanced at her Mark, at the way his fists had tightened, the way his jaw was clenched like he was processing.

Like he had never once thought about the fact that in another world, he had chosen differently.

“That’s not fair,” Y/N murmured, barely realizing she had spoken.

Sinister Mark’s lips twitched. “No. It’s not.”

Her Mark finally found his voice. “But if there are versions of me who get it right,” he said, voice rough, “then why did you let your Y/N die?”

Sinister Mark’s face hardened instantly.

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything.

Then, finally—

Sinister Mark’s expression snapped into something sharper, more dangerous.

“Because I thought I had more time,” he said, low and tight. “Because I thought she wasn’t stupid enough to go out alone. Because I thought I could save her, and I was wrong.”

The air grew thick with tension.

Y/N spider sense were starting to explode…

“You’re not the only one who’s lost someone, Mark,” Sinister Mark added, voice biting. “But at least I didn’t waste the time I had pretending I didn’t love her.”

Her Mark’s eyes flashed, and before anyone could react, he lunged.

The two versions of Mark crashed into each other like twin storms—one out of grief, the other out of regret-fueled rage.

Sinister Mark swung first, aiming a clean, vicious right hook. Her Mark blocked it, but barely, staggering back before throwing a punch of his own.

They clashed midair, their fists cracking like thunder, energy rippling around them from the sheer force of their attacks.

“You think you're better than me?” Her Mark shouted. “You’re not. You’re just—broken.”

Sinister Mark’s eyes burned, but he didn’t punch. Not yet. “And you’re just too scared to admit you loved her when it mattered.”

Y/N’s spider-sense went wild.

“Nope,” she muttered.

Then she leapt between them, flipping midair and slamming webbing between their fists to pull them apart. With a sharp burst of bio-electric energy, she created a shockwave that sent both Marks flying back a few feet—stunned but unharmed.

She landed hard, stance wide, her chest heaving.

“That’s enough!” she snapped. “You’re not helping anything by beating the hell out of each other!”

They both froze.

“You’re not fighting for me. You’re fighting for yourselves,” she hissed, pointing at both of them. “You’re angry at each other because you see everything you hate in yourselves staring back at you. And I’m not going to be the reason you rip each other apart.”

Silence.

Her Mark looked away, jaw clenched.

Sinister Mark slowly stood, brushing dust off his suit, his eyes flicking to her—calmer now.

Y/N let out a long, shaking breath, her voice quieter now. “You both lost her… or me… or Y/N...ugh! or whoever, In different ways! gosh this getting confusing” she sighed out “But if this is what you’re going to do every time I breathe—I’m walking away from both of you.”

Neither of them said a word.

Because she meant it…

Y/N felt her heart shatter. When she thought back to what Sinister Mark said

“Because I thought I had more time.”

Because she knew exactly what that felt like.

Her Mark had nothing to say to that.

Because he had thought the same thing.

Sinister Mark let the silence stretch, then turned back to Y/N. “You still don’t believe in fate, do you?”

She swallowed. “I don’t know.”

“Good,” he murmured, flying closer, voice barely above a whisper. “Because fate is a cruel thing.”

Her Mark tensed, like he wanted to step between them, but he didn’t.

Because deep down, maybe he knew.

He had already let her go.

But Sinister Mark?

He wasn’t sure if he ever would.

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Caught in a Web

Masterlist

🕸️ Caught in a Web Fandom: Invincible | Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader Status: Ongoing | Genre: Angst, Romance, Multiverse, Slow Burn

Summary: When multiversal chaos brings countless Mark Grayson variants into one world, Y/N—gifted with Spider-like powers—finds herself caught between different versions of the same man. Her Mark, who loved her too late and Sinister Mark, who lost his Y/N and sees her as his second chance...

Series Masterlist: ➤ Part One ➤ Part Two ➤ Part Three ➤ Part Four ➤ Part Five ➤ Part Six ➤ Part Seven ➤ Part Eight ➤ Part Nine (more coming soon…)

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A Glimpse of Us

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader (Spider-Man abilities)

Here is a short story that came to my mind while listening to one of my favorite sad songs :) I suggest listening to "A Glimpse of Us" by Joji while reading

Why then, if she's so perfect, do I still wish that it was you?

Mark watches Eve from across the dinner table, her hair glowing under the dim restaurant lights. She smiles at him, so effortlessly beautiful, so warm. He reaches for her hand, fingers lacing through hers. It should feel right. It should feel perfect. But all he can think about is you.

The way your hands felt, calloused from swinging through the city, yet gentle when they cradled his face after every fight. The way you laughed, that infectious, carefree laugh, even when bruises lined up your ribs from a battle too close to the edge. He used to tease you about the way your mask left imprints on your skin, but truthfully, he loved seeing those marks, loved knowing you were real.

Eve’s voice pulls him back.

“Mark? You, okay?”

He nods, forcing a smile. But in his mind, he’s somewhere else. With someone else.

'Cause sometimes I look in her eyes, and that's where I find a glimpse of us

Mark never wanted to leave you. He tells himself that. Over and over.

But you were different. You weren’t safe. Not for him, not for yourself.

You leapt from skyscrapers without hesitation, trusting the thin strands of webbing between your fingers to keep you alive. You put yourself between villains and innocent people, never stopping to think if you’d survive. And Mark… Mark couldn’t take it. He lost too much already. He couldn’t lose you, too.

So, he left.

You didn’t fight him on it. Maybe you saw it coming. Maybe you knew that for all his strength, he was still weak when it came to you.

And yet, here he is—months later—staring into Eve’s eyes, searching for something familiar. Searching for a glimpse of you.

Tell me he savors your glory, does he laugh the way I did?...

Maybe you'll start slipping slowly and find me again

It happens again when he’s flying over the city. Eve beside him, herself illuminating the night.

He sees a figure swinging between buildings, a blur of red and black.

His breath catches.

You land effortlessly on a rooftop, crouching in that signature way of yours. It’s been a while, but your movements are the same—graceful, precise. The wind carries your laughter as you talk to someone through your comms. Probably a new partner. Someone watching your back. Someone that isn’t him.

Mark clenches his fists, looking away.

Eve doesn’t notice. She’s talking about something, but he isn’t listening. He can’t.

Because for a moment, just a single, fleeting moment, he lets himself wonder…

Would you have taken him back? If he showed up at your window? If he told you he was sorry? If he admitted that leaving you was the biggest mistake of his life?

And I try to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way it was

Mark doesn’t know if you ever moved on. He doesn’t ask.

He doesn’t have the right.

But there are nights when he catches himself looking at his phone, your number still saved, his thumb hovering over the call button.

There are moments when he’s with Eve, and she kisses him, and for a second—just a second—he lets himself pretend it’s you.

And every time, guilt eats away at him.

Eve deserves better. You deserved better.

Yet, here he is, trapped in a past he walked away from.

I'm only here passing time in her arms

Mark watches you from a distance, always just far enough to keep his heart from breaking completely.

You still swing through the city with that fearless energy. You still save lives with reckless abandon. You still shine in a way that no one else does.

And Mark?

Mark is stuck in the arms of someone else, looking for something—someone—he can never have again.

A glimpse of you.

I am working on part 5 of my series of Caught in the Web!! but for now enjoy :)!! Thank you

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Caught in a Web part 4

Sinister Mark x Reader

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A day has passed now and the battle between the Mark variants raged on, shaking the very foundation of the city. The air was thick with dust, the sound of collapsing buildings and cries from innocents filling the space between the chaos and destruction.

But Y/N wasn’t focused on the destruction.

She was focused on him.

It’s been a whole day since Y/N got caught in Sinister Mark web and he hasn’t stopped watching her. Even when he effortlessly took down other feral variants—snapping their necks with a single twist—his eyes always found their way back to her.

Y/N landed on a rooftop, chest heaving as she tried to process everything. She was not going to let her mind spiral. Not now.

But Sinister Mark landed beside her, and before she could stop herself, she finally… after a whole day asked:

“What happened to your Y/N?”

He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair, his eyes flickering. “She died.”

Y/N’s fingers curled into fists. She had figured that much. But the way he said it—cold, detached, like it was a fact of the universe—made her stomach twist.

“Well duh” she replied fast trying to make light of the situation and not lead on how much her dying freaked her out but “How?” she pressed.

Sinister Mark turned his gaze to the battlefield below, watching as another Mark impaled a variant on a jagged piece of a pipe. He didn’t flinch.

“She tried to save me,” he said. “I tried to stop her. She didn’t listen.”

Y/N swallowed hard.

“but… from what I heard you always die” he continued, voice quieter now. “Not just mine. All of them.”

Her breath caught. “What do you mean?”

Sinister Mark turned to face her fully now, the wind tugging at the edges of his cape. His expression was unreadable, something between grim acceptance and quiet fury.

“I learned from someone that all the Mark Grayson’s of the multiverse,” he murmured, “are all destined to fall in love with you.”

Y/N’s heart stopped.

But he wasn’t done.

“And most of the time… you die.”

The words hit her harder than any punch ever could.

She shook her head. “That’s—that’s not true.”

She laughed gripping and tugging her mask off. Not believing him…

Sinister Mark gave a humorless chuckle. “You think I believed at first too… I didn’t believe it until he showed me! The way I watched you die countless times! Every multiverse he showed me you… there’s a version of you.” His gaze darkened. “And almost every time, your death is the breaking point for us. The moment we change. The moment we lose what’s left of our humanity.”

Y/N’s pulse was pounding in her ears. She didn’t want to believe it. She couldn’t.

“Yeah” she spit out “and who told you that”

Sinister Mark replied “The man that brought us here… Angstrom”

Y/N laughed “and you expect me to trust that source… a freaking creep and stalker of my Mark”

But deep down, she thought of her Mark. Of the way they had been drawn together despite everything. Of the way she had always felt like their paths were meant to intertwine.

What if…?

No. She refused to entertain the idea.

“That’s just a coincidence,” she forced out fast and hard. “There’s no destiny or fate. People make their own choices.”

Sinister Mark studied her, then stepped closer. “Do they?”

She stood her ground, even as her heart screamed at how close he was now.

“I don’t believe in this crap you’re saying,” she said pulling her mask back on. “And even if I did, I refuse to accept that I’m just some tragic footnote in a Mark Grayson’s story.”

Sinister Mark’s gaze softened—just slightly. “You’ll never be that in mine story.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

She couldn’t do this. Not now. Not when her head was still spinning from the way he looked at her, from the things he was saying.

She turned, about to swing away, when a new voice rang through the chaos—one that made her blood run cold.

“Y/N?”

She froze.

Slowly, she turned.

And there he was.

Her Mark.

His blue-and-yellow suit was torn, blood smeared along his jaw, but his eyes were locked on her. And for the first time in a long time, she saw something different in them.

Something she hadn’t seen since before Eve.

Something that made her stomach twist with guilt.

Sinister Mark smirked. “Well. This is about to be interesting.”

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Caught in a Web part 3

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Y/N’s breath came way quicker than she wanted to admit. She wasn’t scared—no, she had faced things far worse than this—but the way Sinister Mark looked at her was unsettling.

Not because he was dangerous… well maybe a little.

And it’s not because he had just killed a bloodthirsty variant like it was nothing.

But because of the way he looked at her, like she was something he had lost and found again.

She knew that look.

Because once upon a time, she had given it to her Mark.

Her heart twisted painfully at the thought. Right person, wrong time. That’s what it had always been. She and Mark had fought side by side, saved lives together, trusted each other in ways no one else could. And she had felt it—that pull, that connection, that slow-burning realization that maybe, just maybe, they were meant for each other.

But it never worked out.

Not because he didn’t care. Not because she didn’t want it.

But because the universe had different plans.

And now, her Mark was with Eve.

It wasn’t bitter—it hurt, sure, but she wasn’t angry. Eve was good for him. She was steady, kind, and powerful in her own right. She gave Mark something Y/N had never been able to…

 peace.

Y/N could be a hero. She could be his friend. But she could never be the thing that quieted his storms.

And she had to accept that.

Until now.

Because now, this Mark was looking at her like he never lost her.

And it was making her feel everything she had tried to bury.

Sinister Mark stepped closer, his expression unreadable. "You're thinking about him… the wrong Mark"

Y/N’s body tensed. “You don’t know that.”

His head tilted slightly. “I do.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms in a defensive stance. “Oh yeah? You some kind of mind reader?”

“No.” His voice was softer than before. “I just know what it’s like to look at someone and wonder what could’ve been.”

That made her stomach twist.

She shouldn’t be feeling this way. This wasn’t her Mark. He wasn’t the boy she had fought besides, the one who had made her laugh on rooftops after long battles, the one who had almost—almost—been hers.

And yet, he still was?

Different world. Different path. But the same face. The same voice.

And worse? The same look she had always wanted from him.

Sinister Mark took another step forward.

Y/N didn’t move this time.

“I lost my Y/N,” he admitted, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “She was the only thing that kept me from becoming… this.” He gestured vaguely to himself, to the darkness that was now part of him. "And when she was gone, I stopped caring."

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.

“But now you’re here,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. “And I don’t believe in coincidences.”

Y/N did.

She had to. Because if this was something more than just a twist of fate, then it meant she was staring at a life she could never have.

And that was too much.

“Look,” she forced herself to say, keeping her tone light despite the heaviness in her chest. “I’m sorry about what happened to your Y/N. But I’m not her.”

Sinister Mark’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a grimace. “You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.”

“Then why do you look at me like you want to believe it’s not?”

That hit. Hard.

Her throat went dry. He had called her out, ripped her thoughts into the open like it was nothing.

She did want to believe it.

Because the way he looked at her—intense, unwavering, like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart—it was everything she had wanted from her Mark.

But that wasn’t fair.

Not to him.

Not to herself.

And definitely not to the Mark who had already moved on.

Y/N inhaled sharply and took a step back, forcing distance between them. “Look I will cut you a deal… help me focus on stopping the others before they tear this world apart, and you and I can talk.”

For a moment, Sinister Mark just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled and nodded.

“Fine,” he murmured. “For now…”

Y/N turned away, launching herself into the air with a web shot, trying to ignore the way her heart was still racing.

Because the worst part?

She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop looking at her like that.

And that was dangerous.

I hope you enjoy part 3!! Thank you for all the support and love for this series! I am already working on part 4!

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Caught in a Web

Sinister Mark x Reader

Here’s part 2 I felt really inspired and kind of fell in love when writing and creating it so I hope you enjoy it and I hope you like the way this story is moving along :)

The world was chaos. Different variants of Mark Grayson were tearing each other apart, destroying the cities and killing innocents. Some of the Marks were heroes, some villains—others barely more than mindless beasts. But Sinister Mark? He stood still; eyes still locked onto her.

Y/N had fought many threats before like gangs and alien invaders—but something about him unsettled her. He wasn’t like the other Marks, blinded by rage or loyalty to the Viltrumite empire. No, there was something else behind those eyes.

A memory.

And love...

She fired a web to the side of a crumbling skyscraper and swung away, her senses screaming to put distance between them. She didn’t trust that look he was giving her—the kind that made her spidey senses go off and give her a headache.

The kind of look where it felt like she belonged to someone she had never even met.

But Sinister Mark wasn’t about to let her go so easily.

In an instant, he was right beside her in the air, flying. His cape blowing behind him, and despite the destruction around them, he looked almost… calm… too calm

“Running already?” His voice was smooth, teasing. “You’ve fought aliens before, haven’t you? You don’t strike me as the type to back down.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, and he continued

“My Y/N always faced issues head on… maybe that’s why she died” 

Y/N twisted mid-air, firing another web toward him. But this time, she reinforced it with electricity, her version of a venom blast.

Sinister Mark caught it—again—but this time, the energy crackled up his arm, his jaw clenching from the pain. Yet instead of anger, a smirk played on his lips.

“There she is.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. Why did it sound like he knew her? She hated it…

“Alright, buddy, listen,” she said, flipping onto a nearby rooftop annoyed. “I don’t know what kind of tragic backstory you’ve got, but I am not her.”

Sinister Mark landed with a soft thud; arms crossed over his chest. “I know.”

That caught her off guard. Not expecting him to just agree.

“I know you’re not my Y/N,” he continued, stepping closer. “She’s gone. I lost her. And before you ask—no, I wasn’t the one who killed her.” His fists clenched slightly. “But I should have stopped it.”

Y/N’s spider-sense tingled—not from danger, but from something else. He wasn’t lying. His pain was real.

For a brief second, her mind flickered to her own Mark—her version of Invincible, the one she fought beside. Would she be standing here, looking at him in another life, if things had gone differently?

She shook the thought away.

“Look, I get it,” she said, keeping her distance. “Loss changes people. But don’t mistake me for a second chance.”

Sinister Mark exhaled through his nose, almost like a laugh. “Who said I was?”

Another scream could be heard leaving no time for Y/N to respond. One of the more savage Marks—scarred and monstrous—ripped through the battlefield below, his bloodstained eyes locked onto hers from the distance.

Sinister Mark’s expression darkened.

“Get behind me,” he ordered.

Y/N scoffed. “Yeah, no. I can handle myself.”

“I know you can.” His gaze flicked to her web-shooters, the subtle twitch of her fingers, the way her body tensed. She was already calculating a hundred ways to take down the incoming threat. And he found himself... fascinated. It was strange to him how this Y/N and his Y/N were so similar but yet so different.

Then the monstrous Mark variant lunged.

Y/N moved first, flipping into the air, dodging a powerful punch that shattered the rooftop. She fired a web at his face, pulling herself toward him to deliver a venom-charged punch—only for him to catch her mid-air.

Her breath hitched as she felt his grip tighten.

Before she could react, a blur tore through the sky.

Sinister Mark hit him like a meteor.

The monstrous variant barely had time to register what happened before Sinister Mark grabbed his head and slammed him through the rooftop, sending them both crashing into the streets below.

Dust and debris filled the air.

Y/N landed gracefully on the edge of the destruction swiping her hand left to right to move the smoke they both caused, heart pounding.

Sinister Mark stood over the now-dead variant; his fist still embedded in the pavement. Blood dripped from his knuckles—none of it his own.

He flew back to her, the expression unreadable.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I had that.” Trying not to act like that didn’t just give her the scare of a life time.

Sinister Mark wiped the blood from his knuckles. “I know.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Then why step in?”

His lips quirked up into a smirk. “Because I wanted to.”

A beat of silence passed between them, heavy with something neither wanted to name.

Then he took a step toward her.

Y/N tensed but didn’t move.

“I won’t pretend you’re her,” he said, voice quieter now. “But you are... something. And I don’t ignore things that make me feel alive.”

She swallowed.

“Careful,” she murmured. “You might start sounding like a hero.”

Sinister Mark chuckled. “Unlikely.”

Above them, the sky continued to crackle with energy. The war between variants wasn’t over yet.

But for the first time since arriving in this reality, Sinister Mark wasn’t just looking for a fight.

He had found something far more dangerous. Something that made his heartbeat again…

Something he wasn’t sure he could walk away from…

And Y/N didn’t know what to think.

Thank you for all the love and support!! It truly amazed me, and I am really happy everyone liked part 1. Sorry once again for the grammar and I hope everyone enjoys this story as much as I like writing it :)

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Sinister Mark x Reader

This is set in where all the Mark variants are coming into Marks World and how the reader who has Spider Man abilities deals with Sinister Mark taking a interest in the reader.

The sky above Earth broke open and there lines of multiverse chaos, came in like glass breaking. The multiverse has broken open, and Mark Grayson—multiple Mark Graysons found themselves in a world not their own.

Among them was Sinister Mark, his suit darker than the others, with eyes that burned a deep. Unlike the others, he did not arrive confused or to ruin the world. No, he had been seeking something or yet someone.

He hadn’t expected her. (or maybe he did?)

Y/N moved with the fluidity of a predator, swinging from web lines between collapsing buildings, her suit clinging tightly to her frame, very different from the one Sinister Mark remembered. She wasn’t his Y/N, but the way she fought, the way her eyes burned with hope—it was too close.

Sinister Mark landed before her as a battle erupted around them. The other Marks were already at each other’s throats, trying to establish dominance, but he stood still, watching her.

“You’re in my way,” Y/N said, looking defensively, her lenses narrowing as she readied her web-shooters.

He smirked a rare thing for him. “I don’t think you understand, Y/N.” His voice was smoother than the Invincible she knew, but laced with something dark, something... longing. “I was looking for you.”

Her stomach twisted at his words, but she held firm. “Yeah? Well, I don’t do well with stalkers.”

Sinister Mark took a slow step forward, his cape blowing in the wind. “You’re not her,” he admitted, his voice carrying a weight even he wasn’t used to. “But you remind me of someone I lost.”

That made Y/N hesitate. A crack in her focus.

“Sorry,” she said, launching a web toward him, “but I’m not a replacement and you’re kind of a enemy.”

He caught it. Mid-air.

Her eyes widened as he yanked, pulling her toward him in an instant. Before she could react, his grip was firm around her wrist, though... it was oddly gentle.

“No,” he murmured, his eyes softening just slightly. “You’re not.”

For a moment, they just stood there, the battlefield around them fading away. The connection was unsettling, yet... familiar.

Then, they hread a screamed as another Mark—bloodied and feral charged at them.

Instinct kicked in, and Y/N flipped back, planting both feet against Sinister Mark’s chest and launching off him. She landed in a crouch postion just when she was about to attack another varinat of Mark was killed by a powerful punch from Sinister’s Mark. Putting a hole in the other Marks chest

He turned back to her, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. “You and I? We’re going to get along just fine.”

Y/N exhaled sharply, knowing deep down—whether she wanted to or not—she had just become tangled in something far bigger than she had ever imagined.

And Sinister Mark?

He had just found something worth chasing again.

This is my first time writing a fanfic and posting it I am sorry if it does not sound good or if the grammar is off. This took me a really long time and I hope everyone who comes across it likes it and Enjoys it :) I am also sorry if it is not comic or TV show accurate.