Peter watched as (y/n) decked a masked robber in the eye, stunning him long enough for her to slam his head into the nearby counter. There was a loud thump, and the man went limp as he fell to the floor to join his other six friends. Peter watched, a little horrified. She may not be killing them, but she made sure it felt like it. She made sure to keep her eyes on the unconscious robber as she straightened her dark gray cloak that had become disheveled in their small fistfight. It left her right arm exposed while it hid her face, as well as her black mission suit underneath. Though it wasn't the biggest concern in the already dim bank lobby, it was a quarter after eleven, a week into December. Snow and ice covered the ground outside, the heat from the building contrasting with the air outside.
Peter had told her earlier this week that robberies tended to rise around the holidays in cities and suggested that she keep an eye on banks, retail stores, and malls. His intuition ended up paying off tonight when the crime-fighting duo spotted the robbers just about to leave the building with large duffel bags thrown over their shoulders. That is, until Peter and (y/n) stepped in.
(Y/n) helped Peter drag the men to the wall before he webbed them to it. Situations like these had a routine to them, as (y/n) learned. After eliminating the threat, they had to restrain it and report it to the cops, which (y/n) saw increasingly. She didn't like them at first, but they didn't seem to hold any ill will when they came to meet "Spider-Man", and, as a result, grew accustomed to seeing them. The only flexible part of this routine was whether they stayed long enough to see the criminals off or left before then. Tonight, they would leave them before the police came, causing them to quickly exit the building and make their way to the rooftops.
After telling Tony about the new arrangement (who was mentally ecstatic), (y/n) was given a curfew. She had to be back at the estate by midnight sharp, or else her "after-school activities" would end quicker than Peter's self-confidence at the slightest mishap. However, due to (y/n)'s punctual habits, she liked to be back at the estate ten minutes early.
A bone-chilling wind blew against them as they ran up the top buildings, sweat building on their foreheads despite the cold. Once they were far enough away, they stopped on a building that overlooked a small intersection, the different colors of light gently shining on them from below. Due to a small winter festival, there were still people out and about, most of them walking home from it.
Peter was bent over and leaning on his knees as (y/n) stood straight next to him. Turning away from the light, they both pulled at their facial coverings at the same time, Peter pulling his mask off as (y/n) pulled back her hood.
"Your stamina is getting better. I didn't have to slow down for you," she said as she drew in long breaths after it.
"Thanks," Peter replied, panting as he turned to look up at her. "So, where is Happy meeting you tonight?" he asked her.
"Just a few blocks from here. He usually eats dinner in a restaurant and waits in the car until I show up," she told him.
"Want any help getting there?" he offered as he stood up.
"No. I'll be fine," she said. Walking over to the edge that bordered an alleyway, she spotted a fire exit that was no more than a small nine-foot jump.
Easy enough, she thought.
Her body was engulfed in a brief white light as she changed from her mission suit to her previous outfit that consisted of a pair of jeans, a black tank top, a dark brown coat, combat boots, and a red scarf. Simple and easy to blend in, as per usual.
"You're going on the ground?" Peter questioned her, walking closer.
"It's not too far, and it's safer. I'm less likely to get attacked if I'm surrounded by people than on a rooftop with you," she explained.

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All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)
Fanfiction(April 24, 2025)- Currently undergoing minor editing! The Civil War was over. What once was a strong group of legendary heroes is now split up, and Tony is left to pick up the pieces on his side of life. And with fewer numbers, he's not taking any c...