ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

Jailbreak [1/2] (Spiderman AU)

Reader and the boys vs 3 villains!!

Feat. VengefulCanadian, MyBonerIsKNIFE, and myself.

Pronouns: they/them

Words: 1130

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+Inside The Raft, New York City+

Three inmates sat in a cell, the cold concrete floor beneath them was dimly lit from the tempered glass on the wall that looked over the ocean, the blurry shapes of skyscrapers in the distance. Three metal beds hung from the walls, a thin mattress and pillow on each. One sat on a bed reading a book, another was hanging their hands through the bars, watching as guards patrolled, and lastly, one was laying with their arm covering their eyes, resting.

Each of them had bulky specialized bracelets on their wrists to keep them from using their powers. the one by the bars sighed, turning to the other two. "How long do we have to be in here?" She asked, crossing her arm and leaning in the bars. The one reading looked up from his book, looking over at her. "You asked that an hour ago. And the hour before that. And for the past 2 years. We can't. We got caught, remember?"

"And? Who's to say we cant break out?"

"Will you lower your voice? The guards will hear you." the one resting said, removing her arm from over her eyes to look over at her friend. "It's to risky. What if we get caught? and even if we do get out, what about that spider swinging menace?" Vengeful said, recalling how they ended up there in the first place.

"We beat them to a pulp."

"How? It didn't work the first time, why would it work now?"

"Because I've been planning."

Walking over to her bed, she pulled out a paper from under her pillow. "I overheard some of the guards talking about how these cuffs work. If enough voltage is powered through them, they shut off. Bork? This is where you come in."

He looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow. "To generate that much electricity with these on would probably knock me out or bring me close to it." he said, marking his book and setting it down, standing. "If we get caught, we're done for, Knife. We need the perfect opening."

"I thought that out too. 12:04 am, they're all downstairs on watch."

"Knife, we have to be as careful as we can, if we screw this up, we are done for."

"I know, Vengeful, but we can do this. After that? We squish that spider."

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The clock in the hall hit 12, the group standing in their cell. "One chance. That's all we get."

"Bork, you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

The male rubbed his hands together while breathing out, warming up his hands. Holding his hands together and separating them, he kept his eyes closed as small sparks appeared, restrained by the cuffs. 

"Cuffs. Now."

The duo set their cuffs by his hands, small bolts slowly growing larger as they hit the cuffs, the shocks making the lights on them flicker before going off, smoke rolling off of them as they fell off, Vengeful and Knife rubbing their wrists as Bork breathed out, holding the wall.

"You good man?"

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna pass out," he breathed out, leaning over. 

"Lets get the fuck outta here."

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A loud explosion come from the side of the raft, a large dark green fist broke though the side of the wall. The fist itself was made up of a clear, thick glass like material that had been tinted green that glowed slightly. Alarms wrang out as she created a slope that led out and across the water to the mainland, the same material as the fist. Fast paced footsteps ran towards the cell, guards coming to attempt to control the situation.

"Venge, give me some cover so I can get us down," Knife said, slinging the tired males arm over her shoulder. In a moments notice, a raptor replaced her, letting out a roar as the guards backed up, her snapping at them slightly as the duo slid down the slope. "Venge, lets go!" turning, she jumped down the slope and de transformed, the group sprinting down the slope making a swift get away into the night.

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Who could've guessed that a base under a Wearhouse would've stayed in decent condition over the years? The unused elevator clicked and dust and dirt shook off as it was lowered into the ground. The trio stepped off as the platform raised once again, each of them walking to different parts of the large room. 

Vengeful walked over to 3 stands, each having their own outfits on them, matching each of their powers. The one in the center was her's, it was light grey in color, accents of red blue and yellow around the cloth. Around the waist was a belt, a pistol in one holster with several knives and  smoke bombs along it, matched with some boots that had extra grip on slick surfaces, a bright red bomber jacket with blue and yellow sleeves and a grey hood, and to top it all off, a black mech mask made of a thick plastic, a few holes covered by black cloth on the inside.

The one to the right belonged to Knife, it was dark green in color, the cargo pants having a camo print to them. In each of the pockets were - similar to her name- knives that could be statically charged. Her outfit also had black boots that worked similarly to Vengeful's, but rater gave her a slight jump boost. the jacket with hers was a lighter green color, the sleeves and hood dark grey in color, along with the same mask as Vengeful's.

The final one on the left was Bork's, it was dark grey, and had black fingerless gloves. The gloves themselves had tiny bits of metal in them that would help to conduct electricity more easily. The boots he had had bits of copper on the bottom that allowed him to gather electricity from the ground. The jacket with his was black, the hood being grey, along with the same mask.

Holding the sleeve of the jacket, she ran her thumb over it, a thin layer of dust coming off as she did. Taking the jacket off the stand, she slipped it on, it fitting the same way it had 2 years ago.

"Still fits?"

Looking over, Knife stood with a slight smile on her face. "Like a glove."

"I think we should all get some sleep. Bork's got the right idea," The couch that had been placed by a back wall, a coffee table and a decently sized tv sat in front of it. On said couch, laid Bork, face down, passed out. 

"Guess you're right. Tomorrow? We've got a spider to squish."

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im gonna finish this i swear i just have writers block and have a very thin outline with opacity at like 7 just give me some time