One-shots

There is no plan in Life.

The night air in New York City crackled with an electric charge as Spider-Man swung effortlessly between the towering skyscrapers. Each movement was a graceful dance with the shadows, a testament to the acrobatic finesse he brought to the nocturnal streets. On the rooftops, White Tiger, Ava Ayala, moved with a feline grace, her lithe form traversing the city's heights, senses attuned to the pulse of its heartbeat. Unbeknownst to both heroes, the threads of destiny were weaving them together on this particular night.

Ava's agile motions spoke of the power coursing through her veins from the White Tiger amulet. Tonight, the city itself seemed to murmur a forewarning, and her heightened senses confirmed it. Unaware of the approaching convergence, Spider-Man, the indomitable Peter Parker beneath the iconic mask, swung with purpose through the urban labyrinth, tracing the subtle echoes of danger.

As the two heroes met on a dimly lit rooftop, the air crackling with anticipation, the familiarity of their encounters lingered like a well-rehearsed choreography. Spider-Man, ever the wisecracker, shattered the silence, "Fancy meeting you here again, White Tiger. Are you stalking me?"

Ava rolled her eyes in response, a playful smirk gracing her lips, "In your dreams, web-head. I just have a knack for finding trouble."

The banter echoed through the night, a dance they had perfected in the face of adversity, a prelude to the symphony of combat awaiting them. However, the true peril emerged in the form of enhanced criminals armed to the teeth. In a seamless fusion of abilities, Spider-Man and White Tiger leaped into action, their movements harmonizing like a duet in the face of imminent danger.

The rooftop became a battleground, a stage for their synchronized combat as they faced down the enhanced adversaries. Their every strike and dodge were a testament to the unspoken connection, a bond forged not only in the heat of battle but also in the shared understanding of what it meant to protect the city they loved.

As the last foe fell, the adrenaline still coursing through their veins, Spider-Man turned to White Tiger, a glint of gratitude in his eyes. Ava met his gaze, the playful smirk replaced by a rare vulnerability. In that charged moment, the banter ceased, replaced by a palpable tension that spoke of a connection reaching beyond the masks they wore.

Without words, Spider-Man, guided by an unspoken impulse, cupped Ava's cheek, drawing her into an unexpected kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their lips met, the city noise fading away, leaving only the heartbeat of two heroes entangled in a moment that transcended the chaos around them.

As they reluctantly pulled away, the realization of the uncharted territory they had entered sank in. Spider-Man, attempting to diffuse the tension, scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Uh, well, that wasn't exactly part of the plan."

Ava, slightly breathless, smirked, "Who said plans were any fun, Spider-Man?" 

In the Helicarrier

The Helicarrier's command center hummed with the synchronized activity of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, their fingers dancing across holographic displays, monitoring the city's every pulse. In the midst of this organized chaos, Nick Fury stood like a sentinel, his stern gaze fixed on the surveillance screens that flickered with the unfolding events in the city. The unexpected romantic entanglement between Spider-Man and White Tiger had added an unforeseen dimension to the atmosphere, drawing reactions from the assembled heroes.

Nova, still wearing an irrepressible grin, couldn't resist the urge to inject a dose of humor, "Nick, this is better than any reality show. Spidey and White Tiger, who knew?"

Power Man chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the room, "Everyone's got a soft spot, even the wall-crawler. Guess saving the world together brings people closer."

Iron Fist, maintaining his composed demeanor, leaned against a console and offered a more contemplative perspective, "In the world of heroes, connections forged in the heat of battle are not unusual. Perhaps this unexpected bond will enhance their effectiveness as a team."

Fury's expression remained stoic, his one good eye narrowing ever so slightly, "Our concern is the safety of this city. If Spider-Man and White Tiger can contribute to that cause, then we leave their personal affairs at the door."

As the banter continued, Fury's focus shifted back to the surveillance screens, his commanding presence a reminder that duty always came first. The city's safety trumped personal matters, and the heroes were expected to prioritize that above all else.

Nova, undeterred by Fury's stern demeanor, leaned casually on the railing overlooking the city map, "Alright, alright, Nick, we get it. But you can't deny this adds a new layer to the hero game. People are going to eat this up."

Fury shot Nova a piercing look, "Save the commentary for the press conferences. We've got a potential crisis downtown. Team, move out."

A/N I know I have been doing these A/Ns a lot but there are things you guys should know and I am not sure where else to out them. So, how did you guys like the short sweet scene. I definetly loved writing this. Do comment what else you guys want to see