LoveBite [2]

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"I'm so happy we're home."

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Five years later
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Twenty-two year old Satine Hollow and twenty-one year old Peter Parker are still going strong in the year 2023, pulling each other out of the many fires they've had to deal with.

As of right now, the pair is lying on the roof of a random building, staring at the golden sky above them. Satine is humming along to a song playing by Cathy, her AI while he listens to her beautiful melody with a small grin.

Suddenly, his attention is drawn somewhere else. He sits up on his elbows fast and she cuts herself off to look at him. He grabs her hand and pulls her to her feet and she follows behind him with a bright smile.

They start swinging and quick enough, she begins to hear the sound of struggle as well in a nearby alley. They land on a roof and look over the edge to see a woman being held against the wall by a large man in a clearly drunken state.

Not a single word has to be said between the bugs before Bite slides down the wall and scares the man. He swings around and his eyes go wide as she tilts her head at him with crossed arms, just before Spider comes soaring into the alley. He knocks the man to the ground and he lands with a shout of pain before Spider is back and webbing him to the wall.

Meanwhile, Lovebite is taking the poor young girl back home and dropping her off safely at her patio. She thanks her tremendously before hurrying in through the wide open door to be greeted by her smiling children.

Satine watches with a small smile of her own before quietly closing the door back up with a sigh. She makes it back to Spider-Man seconds before the men and women in uniform finally decide to make an appearance. They inform the pair that they had been looking for this man for a few days, being that he's done some pretty bad stuff and is just really good at hiding, until now.

The two go up to the rooftop to watch the man be forced into handcuffs and thrown into the back of a cop car. Satine stands up and has her mask fold away while backing up with crossed arms and a tilted head, letting her hair fall flat at her sides.

"Can I get the bad guy next time?" She asks and he turns to her with an agape smile.

"Of course." He stands with a chuckle and nod and she slowly smiles a bit.

She reaches out for him and he takes her hands for her to lay her arms over his shoulders and press her front to his. She leans up a bit until their soft lips meet in the middle for a smooth kiss with his hands folded above her bottom, pulling her closer.

"You can get whatever you want." He shakes his head and she smiles brighter with a scrunched up nose while pulling herself higher, foreheads together.

"I want you." She states, quiet and aggressive, like a gremlin, and he laughs a bit in surprise.

"Okay." He nods while placing his hand on her jawline. "No need to get all feral on me."

"But I thought you liked when I go feral on you." She pushes her nails in his hair with a smoother voice, making him slowly smile.

"Not in public." He nods upwards and she giggles.

She releases him fast and backs away as her mask takes form around her head of hair. She takes off swinging with him quick to follow as she leads him to the bus that they sit on the roof of everyday to bring them closer to the compound.

They no longer patrol around Queens, being that it's location is over two hours away from the compound. Instead, they've moved their work to Albany, which is only minutes from home. Though the crime has not stopped in Queens and they know it never will, they also know that it's no longer possible for them to work in that area.

As soon as the couple passes the drive to the building, they shoot their webs into the trees to start swinging like Tarzan trying to get home. They enter through the door and head straight for their room, where she changes into a pair of comfortable shorts and a hoodie, while he does the same, but with sweats instead.

They make their way for the common room with his arm over her shoulders and small smiles from both. He opens the door for her to be the first to step in before she just collapses onto her side in front of him.

"Jesus." He hisses a breathy chuckle and almost trips on her before catching himself.

Five-year-old baby sister Morgan takes off running in her direction while laughing. She pushes her onto her back and Satine throws her arms out at her to pull her down into a tight hug as she sits up, folding her in her lap.

"Why are you still up?" Satine pretends to discipline with a smile.

"She made me wait for you." Tony states with his mouth resting in his palm and Pepper chuckles.

"Oh, good." She breathes. "That was nice of you." She helps her to stand in front of her as she sits on her folded legs.

Moments later, the door behind her opens again with Sam and Bucky wanting to get inside.

"Make a better door than a goddamn door." Bucky nudges her back with his shoe and Sam laughs once as they pass.

"Get fucked in the ass." She grimaces and Peter takes his turn to laugh. "Don't repeat that." She points seriously at Morgan.

"Yeah." Tony nods with raised brows and Satine slowly smiles as Morgan giggles quietly to herself.

Satine chuckles lightly as she stands and urges Morgan towards Pepper. She picks her up onto her hip and has her say goodnight to the crowd before they head out for bed. Satine takes her seat next to Peter with her hood over her head and one leg folded beneath her and the other reaching to lay over his leg.

"You have got to censor yourself in front of her." Steve shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, I try." She shrugs with a high-pitch in her voice and raised brows, hands in her hoodie pocket. "They're so overwhemly idiotic that I can't help, but become an idiot too." She excuses as Peter hides his smile with his lips on her shoulder while rubbing her thigh with his thumb. "It's contagious, I swear."

"It is." Peter turns his head on her shoulder instead while nodding.

"Oh, whatever, little princess." Sam waves him off and he shakes his head as Satine grins down at him.

"My princess." She jokes and he chuckles as Sam rolls his eyes in defeat.