Spiderkiller: Spider-Man into the Spider-verse~Peter B. Parker x reader~

A Dangerous Idea

"Whoa. Someone's sassy today." Peter B. whispered.

"She's just in a bad mood." The black and white Spider-Man told me.

"Noir! You knew she was there?" Spider-Ham said.

"Yeah." He simply said.

"I'm going after her." Peter B. grinned.

"You can't go after her! You heard what she said!" Miles said worried.

"Pfffft- don't worry kid. It's probably just an empty threat." He dismissed Miles. "Relax, we all make 'em."

"Not me." Noir huffed.

"Not me." Peni said, raising her brows.

"Not me." Gwen frowned.

"Meh- I'll be fine." Peter chuckled, wasting no time.

He swung onto the elevator and immediately as he caught a glimpse of the outside, he looked around for Spiderkiller. His Spider-Sense went off, signaling a threat onto the rooftop of Aunt May's house, so he followed.

I was sitting alone on the rooftop, two glasses of vodka in my hand. I took a sip of my drink, black mask lifted just above my lips.

I knew he was watching me. He realized that I probably knew too as he sat down next to me.

"So...." He paused. "You killed your Peter Parker?"

I quirked a brow beneath my mask.

Is this guy fucking serious? Wow, he's dumb.

I didn't answer, hoping this annoying fucker would just leave.

"Did you really kill him?" He asked, repeating himself. "Did you?" He asked again.

His Spider-sense didn't even have time to go off, neither did he have time to react. My hand connected to his throat, pinning him down on the rooftop. He squirmed beneath me, kicking hard.

Cold, vibranium claws touched his throat, sending a shiver down his spine. The impact from the hit probably had him out of air. I pulled down my mask quickly, huffing under my breath. His eyes widened as he realized that I wasn't joking earlier.

"Wanna join him, sweetheart?" I hissed.

He looked sure that I was about to snap his neck.

"I don't know, do I?" He managed, cracking a smile beneath his own mask.

I let go with a scoff.

His hand reached instantly for his throat, rubbing it slightly where my iron grip had met his bare skin.

"So, you killed your guy, huh?" His voice sounded croaky.

"Maybe." I took another sip. "Why should I tell you?"

"Well... maybe because you just tried to kill me, and maybe I have a right to know?" He suggested, hands up next to his head in defense.

I inclined a glass towards him in an inviting motion.

I didn't want to be bothered. I was actually hoping he'd decline, or that he'd take it so I could slip some poison it it.

He took the glass.

We sat in silence for a while. Then my lips parted as I scoffed:

"I did."