#spiderman au

[willgonefishin]

Ryland drawings I've done for fun lol

... Plus.. Random Coltland doodle....

(Yes this is a repost shush)

[val-ishbeans]

hihihi how's it going :DD

Meows and throws Spider-man au Etho at you

[everythingmarvelcomics]

Old art of my AU Spider-Men.

[everythingmarvelcomics]

Since people are making trans Spider-man. I’ve would like to say I’ve been doing this before it was cool.

[dropping-the-gloves]

I just saw the newest spiderman with my brother… why is a willmack spiderman au tugging on my shirtsleeve. Would anybody read that

[yuutaguro]

do you wanna tear my heart out?

[chameleonsd1sh]

spideywill AU, established relationship byler as roommates. aka the Weird Spidery Mating Instincts post.

mike is exhausted to the point of feeling sick, staying up late every night working on assignments, studying, stressing himself out. he’s overworked and not eating enough, nauseous and shivery from exhaustion and hunger.

and will hates himself because something about it is making him crazy. a glimpse of his pale face with dark bruises under the eyes makes his dick twitch and hits him with a wave of need. he sees him stumble a bit when he's walking to his desk and thinks oh god, i need to be inside him right now.

he doesn’t get it, has no idea what’s happening to him, but when dustin is talking one day about weird amphibian mating behaviours (as if it’s perfectly normal conversation over coffee and donuts), it reminds will of something he read way back in biology class, about not amphibians but arachnids.

when he gets home he falls down a rabbit hole and discovers, among other things, that male spiders often pick the moment of least peril to mate — when the female is eating, or when she is moulting and cannot attack. the idea that he’s apparently more drawn to mike when he seems weak and pitiful makes his stomach turn, makes him feel awful. predatory.

he decides not to mention it.

one day, mike staggers in the door like a zombie, shedding his bag and jacket to the floor and flopping on their bed with a loud groan.

will glances over from his desk. “bad day?”

mike makes a miserable, muffled noise into the bed, and will sets his inks aside and goes to sit beside him. he places a warm hand on the small of mike’s back, gently caressing him in a soothing rhythm. mike hums, stretching into it, and suddenly will can barely breathe at how pliable mike is in this moment.

but he lies down beside him, shoving down thoughts of spiders, of male spiders resorting to soothing gestures, even binding their mate with webs, not to immobilize but to relax her with the caressing motions. he stares as mike melts into the mattress at his touch.

it’s not bad if mike likes it, right? he’s not using some weird spidery hypnosis, he’s just comforting his boyfriend... right? will quietly says his name, and mike makes a pathetic inquiring noise in response, and suddenly will feels so guilty.

“nothing,” he whispers, as if the sound hadn't gone right to his dick. he ignores it, dutifully rubbing gentle circles on mike’s back, but the craving for closeness, to breathe him in, to consume him, gets stronger and he’s pulled into mike’s orbit, cuddling up against his side.

“you're pretty clingy today, huh?” mike murmurs, turning to look sleepily at will. will flushes, but mike really needs this too, feels horrendous and craves the comfort of being close to will, so he slings a leg over his boyfriend and basically wraps around him like a koala.

and will thinks, oh god.

eventually, even in his sleepy, pathetic state, mike starts to notice will is acting weird — shifting around, shuffling his hips away subtly — so he asks, “will?”

immediately, will says, “im sorry,” pulling back from where mike has ensnared him.

mike blinks at the loss. “what?”

his brow furrows, and will whispers, “um… nothing.”

mike props himself up on his elbow, looking at will properly for the first time, and the other boy is flushed, skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. “will, are you getting sick or something?” mike asks, reaching to feel his forehead.

he whines, turning his head away, and mike freezes. “will?”

will groans in embarrassment. “mike, i’m fine, i'm just really really really turned on right now. okay?”

mike’s jaw drops, rapidly reorienting itself from concern to hungry appreciation for his boyfriend’s flushed, aroused state. “oh,” he breathes.

will groans again and rolls to the edge of the bed, even though he feels these coiling tendrils of yearning dragging him back to mike.

“don't worry about it,” he says. “just get some rest, you need it.” his stomach lurches guiltily — mike does need it, he doesn’t need will leering at him like this. “just— i’m all good, it's fine.”

“well,” mike says slowly, rolling to lean back on his elbows and looking up at the back of will’s head. “i mean…”

will turns to look at mike, startled and hesitant. “yeah?”

“i just… i guess i could think of something that might make me feel better… after such a bad, awful, terrible day…” mike’s lips twitch, and he raises his eyebrow suggestively.

his composure drops when he sees will’s pupils dilate in real time, blown so fucking huge his irises are almost all black. “shit,” mike whispers, falling back onto the bed as will shoots up like he’s been shocked and crawls over his body to stare down at him hungrily.

webs drip from his wrists, trailing across mike’s arms in weirdly soothing motions, his fingers trailing circles over his skin. mike makes a desperate, shaky sound, eyes darting over the webs and will’s face and lips, and will dives in to lick his neck, dragging his mouth down his chest and trailing all the way to his belly.

he doesn’t know why, but he wants to eat him, bite him, consume him — visions of male spiders biting through the female’s exoskeleton to access her reproductive organs flash through his dazed, instinct-driven mind, and he groans in mixed revulsion and hunger. he pulls back, but mike’s hand in his hair tugs him down again, and his mouth falls hungrily on mike’s skin, sucking and pressing his tongue against the soft, hot, unbroken flesh, rocking his hips idly against mike’s leg.

mike whines, pushing will down, and will goes gladly. he mouths at mike’s jeans, spit dampening the rough fabric, and clumsily unzips and unbuttons them, pulling them down to his knees to nuzzle at mike’s cock, straining in his briefs.

mike’s eyes squeeze shut, head tossed back as he gasps out encouragement and praise — between the lightheadedness of exhaustion and this, he doesn’t feel quite real.

will inhales deeply, nose pressed to the soft warm fabric, the scent of mike, his sweat and precum and the detergent they share, washing over him like a wave, making his head spin dizzily. spiders, some male spiders perform oral sex to soothe their mate. will whimpers, the taste of mike’s skin so close through his thin white briefs.

“will,” mike gasps. “c’mon, baby, you’re killing me here. please.”

with a choking inhale will tugs mike’s briefs down and takes him in hand, kissing the tip and licking up the beads of precum dribbling down. his eyelids flutter at the salty, slightly sweet taste, and he laps at him desperate for more. mike’s moan trails off into a whimper as will takes the head in his mouth, tongue gliding over soft skin until mike hits the back of his throat.

“yeah, that’s it,” mike whispers, hips stuttering as he tries to keep his body limp, careful not to hurt will. will suckles at him contentedly, mind pleasantly hazy and quiet for a change as he chooses his own pace, taking mike slow and tasting him as he gets more desperate.

finally, he pulls away, sliding back up mike’s body to kiss him. it’s a slick exchange of split and hot breath as will starts to jerk him off. will’s dick slides against mike’s upper thigh, and mike traps it there, letting him slip between his legs.

will groans at the sudden relief, and mike’s thighs tense as he squirms, sensitive. the rhythm of will’s hand becomes unsteady as he thrusts between mike’s thighs, pressing nearer, desperate for warmth, for even more closeness, his head dropping till his temple keeps brushing mike’s cheek. he’s more just holding mike in hand as his body rocks against him. mike’s hand slides under the hem of his shirt, rubbing circles into his back, whispering encouragement in his ear.

will chokes out a moan as he cums, mike’s thighs becoming slippery as his thrusts slow down. and suddenly a lightning strike of panic barrels through him, and he’s on the ceiling in the blink of an eye, crouched, half naked, and peering upside down at mike.

his head spins as he tries to grasp why he’s there. mike whimpers at the sudden loss of stimulation when he was so close, cock twitching and drooling precum onto his trembling stomach. “will,” he whines, brows knitting together plaintively. “will, what… what the hell.”

his hips buck against the air, seeking will’s touch. will’s racing heart slows steadily, the adrenaline coursing through him beginning to ease. his head clears from the haze of panic and instinct screaming to leap to safety — certain male spiders are scared of their mates, of being killed, eaten… thoughts rush through his mind dizzyingly — he’s never done this before. feeding into his instincts made him lose himself in them. just for a moment.

a high, keening sound is what breaks him out of his frozen state, eyes locked on mike as he desperately ruts against thin air. “will, please. c’mon.”

he sounds so needy, eyes glossy and wide, staring up at will, and will drops down to the bed, landing with a huff.

“are you— are you okay?” mike asks, voice shaking as he tries to compose himself. his twitching hips give him away, despite his furrowed brow and worried gaze.

“yeah,” will breathes. “sorry.”

mike laughs, whimpering as will takes his oversensitive cock in his hand again. it’s flushed, red, hot — he’s dripping with need. “s’okay,” he gasps. “you’re a weirdo, y’know that? real mean to me too.”

will laughs, hushing him. “sorry,” he says again, this time with a smile. his hand glides up and down mike’s cock, still slick with spit and precum, and he ducks down to kiss him again, sliding his tongue into mike’s open mouth.

“will—” mike’s voice is shaky, hot breath slipping inside will’s mouth. “will, can you—” his hips jump, dick twitching in will’s grasp.

will hums, pulling back slightly. “what?”

mike blinks rapidly, focusing his gaze on will’s face. “need you. want you to fuck me. please.”

a pleased jolt of heat leaps and swirls in will’s gut. he shoves it down. “yeah? you don’t need to— to do anything?”

mike shakes his head. “m’good. and i—” he inhales sharply as will’s thumb teases his slit, eyelids fluttering, and then joltily shrugs a shoulder. “i haven’t eaten today, so—”

“mike.” will’s brow furrows.

mike groans, shifting his hips up to get will moving again. “not now, will, it’s fine. just want you to— want you to do whatever you want to me, okay?”

will’s stomach swirls, and he looks up sharply to search mike’s face, suddenly certain he knows more than he’s letting on. mike raises his eyebrows, gaze steady and shrewd. “fuck,” will whispers.

“yeah?”

“mike,” he says warningly. “i don’t think you know… what you’re asking for.”

mike tilts his head. “will. i want you to use me. okay?” his voice shakes ever-so-slightly with the effort of staying composed. a breathy moan escapes will’s lips at his words, and he feels mike twitch in his hand. “i want you to fuck me as hard as you want, as long as you want. okay, will?”

will swallows, and the sound is loud, obscene, from the sheer amount his mouth is watering. “you haven’t even eaten,” will protests, as if his wrists aren’t dripping webs that sinuously, hazily crawl over mike’s body. “you might— you might pass out.” his voice drops to a whisper, face flushing.

mike grins wolfishly, his eyes gleaming.

“seriously?” will stutters. “that— that gets you going?”

mike licks his lips, tilting his head up for a kiss. “so much, baby. c’mon, i promise if i pass out you can keep going.”

will chokes back a moan. “don’t joke. you know i’m— my powers—”

“wasn’t joking.” mikes brow furrows. “too much? you don’t have to—”

“no. shut up.” he dives down to mouth at mike’s neck, murmuring into his skin, “pants— pants all the way off.” he fumbles at the briefs still pooled around mike’s lower thighs, and mike nods, kicking it all away. will sighs, releasing mike’s cock to slide his palm over the soft, pale skin.

he furrows his brow, eyes darting around for lube, and then flicks his wrist at the nightstand, catching the small tube in a web and snatching it from the air.

mike’s eyes shine, a breathless smile on his face at the sight.

“what?” will murmurs, squeezing lube onto his fingers.

“never gets old.” mike grins. “hey, spidey— oh, shit!” his lips part in a gasp as will’s cool fingers trail over his hole, lube sliding along the puckered skin.

“shh, relax,” will whispers, rubbing his palm up and down mike’s arm, webs trailing soothingly over his skin.

mike shivers, but the tension eases, and will slips a finger inside. he preps him, more webs tracing swirling patterns over his body, a light, hazy sensation, and the whole time mike stares up at him wide-eyed, pupils blown, lips bitten red and slick with spit. will’s heart stutters at the sight — he looks awed. as if will touching him is an honour.

“will,” he whispers, finally. “will, i think i’m good, baby.”

will pulls his fingers out, and mike makes a quiet sobbing sound at the loss.

“okay.” will squeezes more lube into his palm, slicking up his cock, hard again from having mike squirming under him. “you’re sure… you’re sure you want me to…”

mike sighs sharply, a high whine at the edges of it. “will, if you don’t fuck me as hard as you can right now, i swear i’ll jump out the window.”

will giggles, and mike beams despite himself. “i’d catch you,” will says, and any response is cut off as he lines himself up and pushes inside.

the air is punched out of mike in a little gasp, and then he hums softly, reaching for will. will lets himself be pulled in, lips dropping to brush over mike’s collarbone as he begins to find a steady rhythm.

mike allows the slower thrusts, weaving his fingers through will’s hair, but eventually he grows impatient. his hand slides down will’s back, tracing the notches of his spine. will shivers, spit trickling over the jut of mikes collarbone, and he lets out a whimper at the tight, hot glide of mike swallowing him, pulling him in.

mike’s hand stretches over his ass, guiding him faster and harder into him. “c’mon, will, i can tell you’re holding back.”

will buries his face in mike’s neck as his boyfriend’s fingers grip him tighter, hard enough to bruise. mike’s right — he’s almost trembling with the effort not to thrust into him at a terrifying pace. “mike, i can’t—”

a sharp sound pierces the air as mike smacks his ass, his big hand falling again to grasp it and pull him in harder. will moans, and feels mike clench around him. “baby, please.” mike’s voice breaks. “if you wanna, i’m all yours.”

and will lets his control slip. still not his full strength, because as optimistic as mike seems to be, will is ever the realist, and he knows he could break him. but he gets a lot closer to it than he ever has before. and suddenly mike can’t hold in his desperate, sobbing moans and the whining exhales fucked out of him every thrust.

will nuzzles into mike’s neck, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he slams in and out at a furious pace. he can smell mike’s sweat and the rush of his pulse and the faint scent of soap and then his mouth is wrapped around the side of mike’s throat. his tongue presses flat against his jugular, and he can feel his blood thump-thump-thumping and all he wants to do is bite.

instead he breathes him in, tastes him hot on his tongue. mike’s head is tossed back, mouth wide open as he gasps for air, his body rocking with the force of each thrust. when he cums, his whole body tenses, but the sudden squeeze isn’t enough to make will finish a second time.

he slows, easing mike through it and starting to pull out, but mike gropes at him, tugging him back in and determinedly insisting, “no, no— keep going. keep going, please.”

his hazy eyes focus on will’s and he looks almost feverish as he repeats, “please, will.”

will takes a shaky breath, nods, and slowly slides back in, watching mike carefully. mike’s whole body shivers, and he seems to try squirming away, legs jerking closer to his body. will pauses, and mike chokes out a stubborn, impatient, “will!”

will breaks, resuming the same punishing pace from before, even as mike tosses and turns beneath him, overwhelmed sobs escaping his red-bitten lips. there’s tears in mike’s eyes and he's almost hyperventilating, but he reaches up and clumsily grabs the side of will’s head, thumb pushing his sweaty hair aside, and pants, “no— no matter what, don't stop.”

will’s heart twists and leaps in his chest, and he breathes, “okay— okay.” he speeds up, pounding into him, fucking him as close to full strength as he can get.

the breathy sounds punched out of mike get weaker with every thrust, till he can barely keep his eyes open. a weak whine bubbles up from his throat, long and involuntary, jolting each time will slams into him.

mike feels fuzzy and overstimulated, mind dipping into hazy darkness even as his cock tries valiantly to get hard again.

“mike— mike—” will whispers, hardly slowing his pace but reaching for mike’s face, sliding down to shake his shoulder.

mike blinks at him dreamily, taking several seconds to focus on his face. “will,” he breathes. “will, promise— promise, don’t stop.”

his eyes search will’s, and will could back out, say he doesn’t want to, but fuck, he’s kind of never wanted anything more. “promise,” he whispers, and mike smiles, eyes dropping closed.

as will’s thrusts accelerate, mike moans weakly, head lolling to the side. will feels sick for it but fuck he can't help it, he wants him so so bad and something about this makes it even hotter and he doesn't wanna think about that. and mike said no matter what, looked like the cat that got the cream when will promised, so he keeps fucking into mike’s limp body like his life depends on it.

mike’s cock is stiffening despite his hazy unconsciousness, and will clumsily strokes it to hardness, starts jerking him off in time with his thrusts. fast, so fast his fist is flying over him. mike squirms under him, whining, his closed eyelids fluttering dazedly. will chases after his own release, burying his face in mike’s neck, hand stuttering over mike’s dick.

his lips are slick and slide over mike’s hot skin as will whispers his name like an incantation, brows knit in desperate, pathetic need. suddenly mike’s body seizes, wracked by a huge shiver, and he feels cum slipping down the hand around mike’s dick.

mike clenches, a high, wheezing sound drawn from his throat, and the sudden tightness sends will teetering over the edge. he keeps thrusting, everything slick and hot around him, squeezing him as he fills mike up. and this time, when he’s done fucking mike full of his cum, there’s only a half-hearted urge to escape — he jolts, and mike’s hand slaps and grabs at his back clumsily. if he were truly trying to get away, the attempt would’ve been laughable. as is, it’s unexpected, and will topples to the side and suddenly goes limp.

he drops like a stone, and after several seconds, when he seems to be playing dead quite convincingly, mike murmurs, “will?”

another long, silent moment stretches on, and then suddenly will shakes his head and pushes himself up.

“what the fuck,” he whispers, with feeling, his brow furrowed incredulously.

“i think that's my line,” mike quips, eyebrows twitching in a vaguely worried way. he blinks lightheadedly. “are you okay?”

“i think i— i got nervous,” will says, and it’s the truth — guilt and want going haywire, mike’s weak attempt to stop him from visiting the ceiling again being perceived as a threat… stupid. so stupid. “sorry.”

“no, no! no, that was…” mike hums, tugging him close and burying will’s head in his neck. “that was perfect.”

“oh. good,” will whispers. but after a few seconds, he still asks, “are— are you okay?”

his nervous fiddling with mike's curls eases, heart thumping happily, when mike hums again, long and warm and content. his warm breath flutters will’s hair as he murmurs, “never better.”

[kiyamikikia]

Part II "Oh, it's you."

⤷ One rainy night, the masks finally come off, and suddenly every argument, every rooftop date, and every stolen glance made sense.

⤷ spider-man!hayden × blackcat!reader

⤷ fluff, childhood enemies to-lovers, secret Identities, mutual pining, identity reveal, rooftop dates, 1.9k words, part 1

Just a normal day at university

Two voices bickering in the background while everyone else continues their work as if it were nothing. Well, it was nothing.

At this point, everyone was used to it.

"Dude, give me my calculator back. You've had it for three days." You frown, examining a material in the microscope.

"I've been using it." Hayden spins around in the swivel chair while reading the newspaper, something about a new vigilante they call 'The Daredevil'

"That's generally what borrowing means, Hayden." You look back at the idiot.

"Exactly." He hums; you groan and roll your eyes in annoyance.

A few students glanced over before returning to their work. Some wondered how it had gotten this bad. How two people who apparently couldn't stand each other had somehow become inseparable.

The answer went all the way back to Queens.

Years before university, before the lab arguments, before the masks. Before Spider-Man and Black Cat.

You were seven when Uncle Ben accidentally gave you Hayden's favorite toy.

It wasn't even supposed to be yours.

Ben had been carrying a box of Hayden's old things into your apartment because your parents were helping him clear out the storage closet.

You spotted the little toy immediately. A hand-sewn sort of animal with a tongue sticking out! Your eyes lit up. "Can I have this?"

Ben looked down. "Sure, sweetheart." He smiled and handed it to you.

You hugged it to your chest. "Thank you, Uncle Ben!"

Unfortunately, neither of you knew that Hayden had been looking for that exact toy for the past twenty minutes. A sock bear crafted by his Aunt May using Uncle Ben's spare sock with mismatched buttons for eyes.

He appeared in the doorway. Stopped. Stared.

His eyes widened in horror. "That's mine!"

You hugged it tighter. "Uncle Ben gave it to me."

Ben froze. "...Oh."

Hayden's little face crumpled. "Uncle Ben!"

"I thought it was yours."

"It was in my box!"

"I didn't know!"

You looked between them.

Then at the toy.

Then back at Hayden.

"No."

Hayden's mouth dropped open. "No?"

"It's mine now."

"You can't just steal my stuff!"

"Uncle Ben gave it to me."

"But it's mine!"

"Not anymore."

And that was the beginning.

A few days later, the two of you were still fighting over it.

You'd hidden the plush somewhere in your room.

Hayden had discovered where. He tried to take it back. You refused.

Words became shoving.

Shoving became wrestling.

And somewhere in the chaos, you both knocked over your little craft table.

A glue gun hit the floor.

Hayden reached for the toy.

You reached for it too.

He grabbed your wrist.

You pulled away.

And—

"OW!"

Everything stopped.

A tiny burn mark had appeared across his hand.

Your face immediately fell. "I didn't mean to!"

Hayden stared at his hand.

Then at you.

Then, naturally—

"YOU DID THAT!"

"I DIDN'T!"

"You burned me!"

"You grabbed me first!"

"Because you stole my toy!"

"IT'S MY TOY NOW!"

Ben came running into the room. "What happened?"

Both of you pointed at each other. "HE/SHE STARTED IT!"

Ben sighed, he already knew this was going to be a long afternoon.

The scar never completely disappeared. Years later, it was barely noticeable unless you knew where to look.

But Hayden still had it.

A tiny reminder of the first person he'd ever spent an entire childhood arguing with. The first person who knew exactly how to make him angry. The first person who always came back five minutes later with an apology and half a popsicle.

The first person who had once promised— "We'll always be best friends."

Funny how neither of you realized that, years later, you'd still be keeping that promise.

Just in completely different ways.

--

Hayden stops spinning the chair when he sees a classmate flirting with you. He is weirdly irritated.

But he has absolutely no right to be.

So he becomes passive-aggressive. As the guy walked away, he stood up from the chair, throwing the newspaper away somewhere.

"Your boyfriend?"

"No."

"Oh."

"...Why?"

"No reason."

Meanwhile, that same night, Spider-Man sees Black Cat talking to another masked vigilante. Some Daredevil guy or whatever he saw in the newspaper

He gets jealous.

Black Cat notices. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You're being weird."

"I'm always weird."

"You've been staring at the guy for five minutes."

"I was assessing the threat. You never know."

"You look jealous."

"...I don't get jealous."

"Sure, Spider."

--

During a fight, Spider-Man gets seriously exhausted and Black Cat helps him back to a rooftop.

He's barely conscious.

You take off one of his gloves to bandage his hand.

Then you notice something.

A tiny scar.

One you've seen before. On Hayden. You freezes.

Spider-Man wakes slightly. "Ugh...You okay?"

Your fingers hover over the scar. "Where did you get this?"

"Old accident."

"...When?"

"Years ago."

The next day, you walk into the lab wearing a bracelet.

Hayden remembers that bracelet.

He remembers holding Black Cat's wrist during a rooftop swing.

He remembers the tiny silver charm.

His eyes immediately go to your wrist.

You notice. "What?"

"Nothing." He looks away.

Then you notice his hand.

The same scar, the same shape.

Your stomach drops, and for the rest of the class, you try to ignore it.

One late rainy night at the university.

You and Hayden are finishing a project when you get an alert about a break-in at an Oscorp research facility nearby. There's experimental tech being stolen—something dangerous enough that Black Cat can't ignore it.

You make an excuse and leave.

Hayden makes an excuse and leaves.

Neither realizes the other is doing the exact same thing.

You meet on the roof.

"You're late."

"You missed me?"

"I was enjoying the silence."

"And here I was thinking you liked me."

Then the building explodes.

Not a giant Hollywood explosion—just a violent flash of blue-white light from inside the facility, followed by the windows blowing outward.

You both immediately stop joking.

People are trapped inside.

You jump first.

Spider-Man follows.

Then you both realize this isn't a normal robbery.

The thieves have activated some experimental technology, causing the building's systems to go haywire. Elevators stop, sprinklers burst, glass shatters, and the whole building starts becoming unstable.

You had to work together, and you are really good together.

Inside, everything is chaos.

Emergency lights flash red. Sprinklers rain down. Smoke fills the corridors.

You hear someone crying for help.

Spider-Man swings through the smoke. "I've got the east wing!"

"I'll take the lower floor!"

"Be careful!"

"Always am."

You separate.

Then you hear him scream your name.

Not Black Cat.

Your actual name.

Because earlier, when he was investigating the facility, he'd found the university's research files.

He doesn't realize what he's said.

You freeze. "...What did you just call me?"

Silence.

Then another explosion. The floor beneath you gives way.

You fall.

Spider-Man dives after you, he catches your wrist.

For one second, you're suspended above the collapsing floor.

His grip is slipping. "I've got you." He says shakily

You look up at him. Something about his voice feels suddenly familiar.

Too familiar. "Spider..."

The ceiling collapses.

He pulls you upward, and both of you crash onto the next floor.

Your mask is damaged.

His ripped out.

You reach for him. "You okay?" He nods.

Then you notice it.

His hand. The small scar across his knuckle.

The exact same scar Hayden got when you were kids after fighting for your toy.

Your breathing stops. "...Hayden?"

He freezes. His eyes widen behind the torn mask.

And suddenly—

everything goes quiet.

Not literally.

The alarms are still screaming.

Rain is still pouring through the broken windows.

Sirens are still echoing somewhere below.

But for you, the entire city seems to disappear. Slowly, Hayden reaches up and pulls his mask away. Wet curls fall against his forehead.

Those same eyes. That same stupid little smile you've known since childhood. "...Hi."

You stare at him, your own mask hangs half-broken from your face.

He looks at you. Really looks at you.

And then his expression changes.

Recognition. Disbelief. Something softer.

"...No." A shaky laugh escapes him.

"You're kidding." You pull your mask off completely.

"You're Spider-Man."

"You're Black Cat."

Neither of you moves.

Then you both say it at the exact same time:

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

A laugh breaks through the shock.

Then another explosion shakes the building.

You look at him.

He looks at you.

"We can process this later."

You nod. "Save the people first."

"And after you explain why you've been flirting with me for months." He added as he held out his hand.

You scoff, smiling. "You were flirting too." Taking his hand.

And together, you run back into the smoke.

2:17 AM You end up sitting on a rooftop afterward. New York is finally quiet, the city hums softly below, a distant lullaby of sirens and traffic, wrapped in the cool embrace of the rainy night air.

No masks, no aliases. Months of secret identities, rooftop banter, late-night lab arguments, and childhood wars—all culminating in this exact, impossible moment.

Hayden watches you, his thumb absently brushing over the old, familiar scar on his hand. The nervous tension that used to fill the space between you as masked vigilantes, or bickering university students is entirely gone, replaced by a quiet, steady certainty.

He hands you a slice of pizza. You take it.

"So..." You look at him. "How long have you known?"

He smiles. "Tonight."

"Liar."

"Okay. Maybe five minutes before you did."

You laugh, then comforting silence takes over.

"You know," Hayden says softly, breaking the silence as he shifts closer to you, "for a genius, you can be remarkably oblivious."

You narrow your eyes at him, a half-smile playing on your lips. "Are you really starting a fight right now? After all that?"

"Not a fight." He gently takes the pizza from your hands and sets it aside in the pizza box on the ledge, never breaking eye contact. "Just stating facts. Someone had to."

Your breath catches slightly as he closes the distance between you. The city lights catch the wet curls falling across his forehead, and for a split second, you're seven years old again, fighting over a stolen toy in a cramped Queens apartment. But then you look into his eyes—the same eyes that have anchored you through every rooftop jump, every danger, and every ordinary day—and the years melt away.

"You're impossible, Hayden," you murmur, though your voice lacks any real bite.

"I know," he whispers, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. "And you wouldn't have it any other way."

He reaches out, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing your jawline with a tenderness that makes your heart race faster than any superhero flight ever could.

When he leans in, it isn't rushed or desperate. It feels like coming home.

The kiss is soft, warm, and entirely right—an unspoken conclusion to a lifetime of missed signals, and the brilliant, chaotic beginning of everything else. By the time he pulls back just enough to let you breathe, you're both smiling against each other's lips.

Hayden rests his forehead gently against yours, letting out a quiet breath of disbelief and pure happiness.

"Best friends?" he asks, his voice a low, fond murmur in the dark.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him just a little closer.

"Always," you whisper.

okay this is cute, i absolutely loved writing this. lowkey got me interested in the marvel comics, but that's for another time. Also, sorry if the verb tenses and the switches between ‘you’ and black cat are confusing😔. I have to admit I should write more kissing/intimite moments T-T, I had butterflies while writing the ending. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this uwu.

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