Cassie Cage x Spider Man reader
Cassie had always prided herself on being able to read people. Growing up as the daughter of Johnny Cage and Sonya Blade meant she’d learned early how to spot bullshit from a mile away. Her dad’s Hollywood charm, her mom’s no-nonsense stare — she’d inherited the best (and worst) of both. So when her boyfriend of six months started acting weird, she noticed immediately.
Y/N was different from anyone she’d ever dated. He wasn’t a cocky Special Forces guy trying to impress her with push-up contests, nor was he some Outworld thug with a death wish. He was sweet, awkward in the most endearing way, and ridiculously smart. They’d met in New York during one of Cassie’s off-duty trips — she was there “liaising” with some shadowy government contacts about potential interdimensional threats. Y/N had literally bumped into her while chasing a runaway hot dog cart (long story). One spilled coffee, one sarcastic joke from her about his “spider-like reflexes,” and somehow they’d ended up grabbing pizza together.
Six months later, they were official. He lived in a tiny apartment in Queens, worked as a freelance photographer and part-time lab assistant, and always had time for her when she was stateside. He made her laugh with his terrible science puns, listened when she vented about the pressure of living up to her parents’ legacy, and never once tried to “handle” her like some fragile princess. He treated her like an equal — a badass sergeant who could kick ass and quote bad action movies in the same breath.
But lately… something was off.
He’d cancel dates at the last minute with vague excuses about “work emergencies.” He’d show up with fresh bruises he blamed on “clumsy lab accidents.” And twice now, when they were out at night, he’d suddenly tense up, mumble something about needing air, and disappear for twenty minutes, only to return looking exhausted but relieved.
Cassie wasn’t stupid. She’d grown up around secrets. Her mom ran Special Forces black ops; her dad had hidden his own Hollywood ego trips for years. So when Y/N bailed on their movie night for the third time in two weeks, she decided enough was enough.
She waited on the rooftop of his building — a habit she’d picked up from years of stakeouts. The New York skyline glittered below, sirens wailing in the distance like a familiar soundtrack. Cassie leaned against the air conditioning unit, arms crossed, wearing her favorite leather jacket over a simple tank top and jeans. Her blonde hair was pulled into a practical ponytail.
“Come on, Parker,” she muttered. “Where are you?”
A red-and-blue blur swung across the gap between buildings, landing gracefully on the opposite rooftop before webbing away toward a bank alarm screaming a few blocks over. Cassie’s eyes widened. She’d seen enough weird shit in her life — demons, gods, cybernetic ninjas — but a guy in a spider-themed suit flipping through the air like it was nothing? That was new.
She pulled out her phone and zoomed in on the footage from a nearby security feed she… borrowed… access to. The suit was unmistakable. And when the masked figure paused under a streetlight to check on a civilian, the way he moved, the slight hunch of his shoulders when he thought no one was watching — it was Y/N.
Her boyfriend was Spider-Man.
Cassie didn’t freak out. She didn’t call her mom or text Jacqui for backup. She just sat there on the rooftop, processing. Part of her wanted to laugh — of course the sweetest, most normal guy she’d dated turned out to be a secret superhero. The other part felt a sharp sting of betrayal. Why hadn’t he told her? Did he think she couldn’t handle it? That she was just some spoiled celebrity kid who couldn’t keep a secret?
She waited until the sirens died down and the blur swung back toward his apartment. Then she made her move.
Y/N landed quietly on his fire escape, mask half-pulled up as he climbed through the window into his dark living room. He was breathing hard, suit torn at the shoulder from what looked like a nasty claw mark. He winced as he peeled the top half down, revealing fresh bruises blooming across his ribs.
“Another night saving the world, huh?” Cassie’s voice cut through the darkness like a knife.
Y/N spun so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. “Cassie?! How did you— what are you doing here?”
She stepped out from the shadows near his couch, arms still crossed, expression unreadable. “I got tired of waiting for you to show up for movie night. Figured I’d surprise you instead.” Her eyes flicked to the suit, then back to his face. “Surprise.”
He froze, mask dangling from one hand. The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man looked like a deer caught in headlights. “I… can explain.”
“Yeah? Start with why my boyfriend has been lying to me for six months.” Her voice was steady, but there was hurt underneath the sergeant tone. “I thought we were past the whole ‘keeping secrets’ thing, Parker. Or should I call you Spider-Man?”
Y/N ran a hand through his messy brown hair, wincing again at the movement. “It’s not like that. I wanted to tell you — God, Cassie, I’ve wanted to tell you since our third date. But this life… it’s dangerous. People who get close to me end up hurt. Or worse. I’ve lost too many already. I couldn’t risk you.”
Cassie stepped closer, her tough exterior cracking just a little. She reached out and gently touched the bruise on his ribs. He didn’t pull away. “You think I can’t handle danger? I’ve fought Shinnok. I’ve led a team against Outworld invaders. My mom trained me to stare down gods, Y/N. You swinging around in spandex stopping bank robbers is… honestly kind of cute compared to that.”
A small, relieved laugh escaped him. “It’s not spandex. It’s a high-tech polymer blend. Aunt May helped with the stitching once.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that — classic Y/N, deflecting with nerd facts even when caught red-handed. “You’re such a dork.”
“I know.” He looked down at her, eyes soft behind the exhaustion. “I’m sorry, Cass. I hated lying. Every time I had to run out, I felt like the worst boyfriend ever. But seeing you laugh, hearing you talk about your team and your family… I didn’t want to drag you into my chaos. You deserve someone normal.”
Cassie cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Normal is overrated. I grew up with a dad who quotes his own movies during fights and a mom who’d rather disarm a bomb than hug me sometimes. I don’t want normal. I want you. The guy who brings me coffee at 3 a.m. after a bad mission, who listens when I rant about not feeling good enough to carry the Cage-Blade name. The guy who makes me feel like I can just be Cassie for a while, not Commander Cage.”
Y/N’s hands settled on her waist, tentative at first, then firmer as he pulled her closer. “You are good enough. You’re incredible. I’ve seen the news clips from your fights — the way you lead your team, the way you crack jokes right before you kick some interdimensional ass. You inspire people, Cass. You inspire me.”
She leaned her forehead against his, the tension in her shoulders easing. “Then stop trying to protect me by shutting me out. We’re a team, remember? Or at least… I thought we were.”
“We are,” he whispered. “If you still want that. After everything.”
Cassie pulled back just enough to look at him properly. The city lights filtering through the window cast soft shadows across his face. He looked vulnerable without the mask — just Peter Parker, the brilliant, clumsy, heroic guy she’d fallen for. “I still want you, web-head. But no more secrets. Not between us. If some green goblin or whatever comes after you, I want in. I’ve got guns, shadow powers, and a mean right hook. We can handle it together.”
Y/N grinned — that bright, boyish smile that always made her stomach do little flips. “You’d really team up with Spider-Man? Your dad would never let me hear the end of it. ‘My daughter’s dating a bug-themed vigilante? Where’s the merchandising deal?’”
She laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Dad would probably try to cast you in one of his direct-to-video sequels. ‘Spider-Cage: Web of Justice.’ Mom would run a background check so deep you’d think you committed treason.”
“I’ve survived worse than background checks.” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. “You’re really not mad?”
“Oh, I’m mad,” Cassie admitted, but her tone had softened into something playful. “You owe me like ten make-up dates. And I want the full story — how you got the powers, the suit upgrades, all the embarrassing fails. But… I get it. The secrecy. I’ve got my own classified files I can’t share. Just promise you’ll let me be part of this side of your life too.”
“I promise.” Y/N’s voice was earnest, filled with quiet relief and something deeper. “You make me want to be better, Cassie. Not just Spider-Man saving the day, but… someone who deserves to come home to you.”
Her heart did that annoying fluttery thing again. She’d faced down elder gods without blinking, but this — this quiet, honest moment with him — somehow felt scarier and sweeter all at once.
“Good answer, Parker.” She tilted her head up and kissed him softly. It wasn’t rushed or dramatic like the action movies her dad loved. It was real — warm lips, the faint taste of adrenaline and the city, his hands steady on her back as if anchoring himself after a long night.
When they pulled apart, Cassie smirked. “You know, for a guy who swings from buildings, you’re surprisingly good at the whole romance thing.”
“Years of practice apologizing to Aunt May for coming home late,” he teased, but his eyes were serious. “I love you, Cass. I should’ve said it sooner. Before the mask, before the lies. I love how tough you are, how you never back down, how you make me laugh even when the world feels like it’s ending. You’re my favorite hero.”
Cassie’s cheeks warmed — rare for her. She wasn’t used to being called the hero; usually she was the one cracking jokes to hide how much the weight of expectations crushed her. “I love you too, you big spider-nerd. Even if you do leave web fluid stains on my favorite jacket.”
Y/N winced. “That was one time!”
They moved to the couch, where he finally let her help patch him up. Cassie cleaned the claw mark on his shoulder with careful hands, listening as he opened up — really opened up — about Uncle Ben, the bite, the responsibility that came with great power. She shared her own insecurities: the fear that she’d never measure up to Sonya’s legacy, the pressure of leading the next generation of Earthrealm defenders while still wanting to live her life.
“You don’t have to be perfect,” Y/N said quietly, wincing only a little as she applied antiseptic. “You’re already the person everyone looks up to. Including me.”
“And you don’t have to carry the whole city on your shoulders alone anymore,” she replied, pressing a gentle kiss near the bandage. “We’ve both got teams. Now we’ve got each other too.”
Later that night, they stood together on the rooftop. The wind tugged at Cassie’s ponytail as Y/N — still in the bottom half of his suit, mask off — pointed out different landmarks, explaining some of his more ridiculous fights.
“That building over there? Guy tried to rob it with a mechanical octopus suit. Classic Tuesday.”
Cassie snorted. “Sounds tame compared to fighting a guy who literally controls chaos magic.”
He laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his side. “We should do a crossover sometime. Spider-Man and Cassie Cage versus the multiverse.”
“Only if I get top billing,” she shot back, leaning into him. “And you have to wear the suit. It’s growing on me. Kinda hot, actually.”
Y/N’s ears turned pink. “Careful, Cage. Compliments like that might make me swing you around the city for a date.”
“Promise?” Her voice dropped into that cocky, flirtatious tone she inherited from Johnny. But underneath it was real affection — the kind that made her feel safe and excited all at once.
They stayed up there for hours, talking about everything and nothing. Cassie told him stories about the Kombat Kids — Jacqui’s latest tech upgrades, Takeda’s weird visions, Kung Jin’s sarcastic commentary. Y/N shared tales of his own friends: Ned’s endless enthusiasm, MJ’s sharp wit, the quiet moments where being Peter Parker felt heavier than the suit.
As the sky began to lighten toward dawn, Cassie turned to face him fully. “No more running off without a heads-up, okay? If you need backup, call me. I’ve got ways to get to New York fast. And if some villain from my world shows up here… you’re helping me take them down.”
“Deal.” Y/N rested his forehead against hers again, eyes closing for a moment. “Thank you for not freaking out. For giving me another chance.”
“You’re stuck with me now, web-slinger.” She grinned, that bright, confident Cage smile. “We’re in this together. Heroes, secrets, bad guys, and all the pizza we can eat after saving the day.”
He kissed her then — slower this time, deeper, pouring in all the relief and love he’d been holding back. Cassie kissed him back with the same intensity, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. When they broke apart, both a little breathless, she whispered against his lips, “Best secret identity reveal ever.”
Y/N chuckled softly. “Better than Aunt May finding out?”
“Way better. She probably grounded you. I’m rewarding you.”
They eventually made their way back inside, curling up on his small couch under a blanket. Cassie’s head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat — steady now, no longer racing from the fight or the fear of discovery.
For the first time in months, Y/N felt truly light. No more hiding from the girl he loved. Cassie felt the same — the pressure of her legacy didn’t feel quite so heavy when she had someone who saw her as more than Johnny and Sonya’s daughter.
As sleep started to pull at them, Cassie murmured, “Hey, Parker?”
“Next time you swing off to fight crime… take me with you. I’ve always wanted to try the web-swinging thing.”
He smiled into her hair. “Only if you promise not to punch the bad guys before I can quip at them.”
They fell asleep like that — two heroes from very different worlds, tangled together in the quiet after the storm. The city kept moving below, full of threats and chaos, but for tonight, Earthrealm’s sergeant and New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man had found their own little pocket of peace.
And maybe, just maybe, the multiverse was a little brighter because of it.
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