#spideymarvel

[sapphic-xmania]

Why do the gay wamen not simply,,, kiss,,, hold the hands,,, cuddle,,m, ,mm

[star-light-shadows]

Spider-Man 2017 Ms. Marvel Kiss scene screenshot

[jasontoddled]

does anybody have a comprehensive list of all the issues where miles, kamala, and sam have interacted/teamed up

[iwishmydearlaurens]

All's Fair in Love and War

A/N SPIDEYMARVEL!!! Same story with Kamala as in Jersey Girl, she ran away from home because of the accords, and is now living in NYC. She's still fighting crime and changing in back alleys, so naturally she runs into your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Warning:fluff, angst. ~Kamala~ I hook around a corner, charging for the shadows of an alley. I look around to make sure no one's watching, then slip my civvies on over my costume. I run as fast as my feet will take me, before something, someone, grabs my arm. They turn me to face them, and I'm looking up at a slightly taller figure in a red and blue suit. "You look a little young to be running around in back alleys." "It's a shortcut to home. Family emergency." I don't normally lie, but I've gotten pretty good at that lately. I've had to. "You seem pretty beat up for taking a "shortcut." "It's been a long day." "That I believe." "Look, I have to get home, so if you'll excuse me, I have to go." Funny. Usually I'd swoon over meeting one of my favorite heroes. Especially Spider-Man. These past few months have made me rougher than I thought. I rush past him, trying to get away before he get away before he figures out why I was actually in that alley. "Hey, wait!" He chases after me. "I think you dropped this!" He catches my jacket in a web to stop me. He hands me my scarf. The scarf to my costume. My eyes go wide as I take it from his hands. "Thanks," I choke, shoving my scarf into my backpack. "Anything for a fellow hero." He gives me a fake salute, and I swear I can hear the smirk behind his mask. I stand in shock while he swings away. What harm will it do if Spider-Man knows my secret? He doesn't know my real name, so it's not like he can tell anyone. He's someone under that mask too, so maybe he'll understand. I can only hope for the best and prepare to run again if the worst happens. But he wouldn't do that, would he? He seems like a nice enough guy. "Please keep my secret, Spiderboy." I whisper to myself. ~A Day Later~         I've been living in an apartment in northern Queens for the better part of the last 6 months. It's small and cheap, but it's cozy and it's what I can afford. I've got a steady job as a waitress in Manhattan, so it's not much money, but it's enough for food and rent. At night, sometimes the apartment gets cold, and I wish for better company than the dusty white paint on the walls. Even though I can't afford to feed him, Lockjaw stops by often. My only friend left from a world, a life, quickly turning into cherished memories. Bruno is the only one who really knows why I left Jersey City. Nakia, Ammi, Abu, Amir, they're all probably worried sick about me. The guilt of that feels worse than any cold night in Queens. I miss them. But I can't go back, not until this accords thing blows over. I promised myself when I left that when I came home, I'd explain everything. I don't know if that's true anymore, because I don't know if I'm going back. I'm a super hero. Ms. Marvel. My job is to protect those who can't protect themselves. If you can't even protect the people closest to you, then how do you protect anyone else? You don't. And that's the problem with all this. You try to save as many as you can, but what if that isn't everyone? What if no one wants your help? Then what are you? But I still do my job. I do it because every time I find someone who wants my help, who wants me to save them, I get a shred of what I felt that night on the waterfront when I saved Zoe, and I will never get tired of that feeling. So for now, here is enough. But tonight, my apartment feels different, like that feeling you get when you know some life-changing event is about to happen.           And that's when I see it. A white envelope camoflauged against my windowsill, hidden in plain sight. Only anyone really looking could see it. Weird, it's not addressed to anyone, and it doesn't have a return address. I open the letter and unfold the paper.        Ms. Marvel,     We've seen you fight. You're good at what you do,  and we'd like for you to join our team. The Avengers could use a hero like you. If you accept, be in Rockefeller Plaza at noon.      It feels like all the air has been stolen from the room. The Avengers, THE FREAKING AVENGERS, want me to join them? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I have to do it. I rush out of the door as fast as my feet will take me, ready to take life into my own hands, and then the cold darkness hits me like a brick wall. It's two in the morning. Wow, I really need sleep.        I've been sitting in Rockefeller Plaza for nearly an hour when I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn to see a boy around my age with dark eyes and hair to match staring back at me. "Ms. Marvel?" He whispers against the noisy movement of the crowd encasing us. I nod, vaguely recognizing the voice. "Follow me." Although he comes off as clumsy, he moves through the crowd with almost cat-like agility. But I keep up with him. We come to an abandoned warehouse house with high windows and a padlocked door. "Hood up." He whispers to me, referring to my jacket. He does the same. He reaches for my hand, a silent gesture that says, "Hold on." I take his hand and he puts an arm around my waist, releasing butterflies in my stomach. A web and we're on top of the building, with him walking toward the center, morning for me to follow. "Why did you take me up here?" He turns around, bringing a finger to his lips. I can almost see a smile behind it, one he tries his best to hide. He cups his hands around his mouth. "Hey, we're back!" He says. A jet appears out of thin air. I AM STANDING ON THE SAME ROOF AS THE QUINJET. Oh my God, this can't be happening. He motions for me to follow, but I'm frozen in place. My eyes must be bugging out of my head, because he walks back toward me with  concern on his soft features. "You okay?" He whispers to me. His bronze irises stare down at me, threaded with worry. "Yeah," I blink. "It's just a lot to take in." "Don't worry about it, okay? I promise you'll get used to it." "Okay." I say. Breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He flashes me a lazy smile that I could easily see myself getting addicted to. I follow him towards the jet, making sure to keep my steps steady. On the jet waits a tall figure I haven't seen in ages.