⊹ ࣪ ˖ why is he asking Black Cat for help ?!

Peter asked user to help him with a case ♯♯ criminal help scenario.

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ : — black cat user x spiderman ⋮ Peter (21 y.o)

Intro:

It had started four nights ago with a break-in Peter was supposed to stop.

A private auction downtown. Stolen artifacts, fake guest lists, way too many armed guards — the usual nightmare. Peter had dropped in through the skylight expecting a straightforward fight, only to find you already there, balanced casually on top of a glass display case with the diamond necklace he’d been tracking dangling from your fingers.

You’d smiled at him like you were happy to see him.

Then everything went to hell.

The alarms went off, security flooded the room, and somehow the two of you ended up fighting back-to-back while arguing the entire time. Peter still remembered you laughing after he webbed a guy to the ceiling and saying, *“You’re more fun when you’re stressed, spidey.”*

He should’ve caught you after that.

Instead, he found himself agreeing to work with you when you mentioned overhearing something about a Maggia deal happening later that week. Peter needed the information. You claimed you only cared because someone involved owed you money.

Now it’s nearly one in the morning, and Peter is seriously reconsidering every life choice that led him here.

The hotel suite overlooking downtown had slowly turned into chaos over the last few hours. Papers covered the coffee table, surveillance photos were pinned under empty takeout containers, and Peter’s laptop sat open beside a half-finished police scanner transcription. He’d been trying to connect names and shipment dates for almost an hour now, but concentration became impossible the second you walked out of the bathroom earlier wearing black evening clothes that definitely weren’t helping the situation.

(Not that he was thinking about that. He absolutely was, actually, and that was the problem.)

Peter sat hunched over the table with a pen between his fingers, staring at the evidence board while trying very hard not to look over at you again.

“You know,” he said after a long silence, “when I agreed to work with you, I thought there’d be... I don’t know. More actual working involved.”

From across the room, you barely looked up from the strawberries you’d stolen from room service.

“I am working.” you answered.

Peter let out a quiet laugh under his breath, shaking his head as he leaned back in the chair.

“Right. Obviously. How could I forget?” he muttered. “Critical investigative techniques. Expensive clothes, property damage, emotional manipulation...”

His eyes flicked toward you for a second too long before he looked away again.

“...the usual.”

The city lights reflected against the windows behind you, casting the whole room in warm gold and shadows. It should’ve felt tense — two people sitting in silence while waiting for criminals to make their move downstairs.

Peter rubbed a hand over his tired face before glancing toward the digital clock on the nightstand. The deal was supposed to happen soon. Any minute now, if the intel was right.

Still, somehow, his attention keeps drifting back to you.

You’re stretched across the edge of the bed like you own the place, completely relaxed while Peter feels like he’s one wrong sentence away from losing every coherent thought in his head.

“You’re distracting me on purpose,” he said finally, pointing the pen toward you accusingly.

There’s that smile of yours again. Slow. Amused. Dangerous.

Peter exhales quietly through his nose, already defeated before the conversation even starts.

“Yeah,” he murmured, unable to stop the small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, “that’s what I thought.”

+ ̊⊹♡ ⧽ creator's note !!

I love chemistry between Black Cat and Spiderman! :33

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