One-shots

JJJ gets into Spidey's head

The night hung heavy over New York City, casting a shroud of darkness that matched the weight on Peter Parker's shoulders. Swinging between buildings, Spider-Man navigated the urban expanse with a heaviness in his heart. The usual banter and quips were absent, replaced by a somber silence that echoed through the city.

Ava Ayala, the White Tiger, sensed the change in the air, her keen instincts alerting her to the emotional turbulence that surrounded her fellow hero. Unbeknownst to Peter, Ava decided to tail him from the shadows, her feline grace allowing her to keep pace without him noticing.

Finally, Spider-Man landed on a secluded rooftop, his shoulders slouched, burdened by an unseen weight. Ava observed from the shadows, her heart going out to him. This wasn't the first time she had sensed his pain, and she knew it wouldn't be the last.

Approaching cautiously, Ava emerged from the darkness, her white suit blending with the moonlit night. "Hey, Spidey," she called out softly, her voice carrying a mix of concern and understanding.

Spider-Man turned, his mask concealing the weariness in his eyes. "White Tiger," he greeted with a forced smile, attempting to hide the storm within.

Ava didn't buy the facade. "You don't have to put on a front with me," she said, her tone gentle. "I can sense when something's off. Talk to me, Spider."

For a moment, Peter hesitated, the vulnerability beneath the mask laid bare. Ava's genuine concern broke through his defenses. With a heavy sigh, he admitted, "It's just been one of those days, you know? Everything feels like it's closing in."

Ava nodded, stepping closer. "We all have those days. You're not alone in this, Peter."

As the night air wrapped around them like a comforting embrace, Ava continued to offer her silent support. Peter felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that he could share his struggles with someone who understood the burdens of a dual life.

Leaning against the rooftop's ledge, Peter opened up, the weight of his words mixing with the city's distant hum. "It's just... the usual stuff. Juggling life, responsibilities, and the never-ending chaos. Sometimes, being Spider-Man feels like an endless loop, and tonight... tonight it got to me more than usual."

Ava listened attentively, her empathy evident in her eyes. "Being a hero doesn't come with an off switch," she acknowledged. "But that doesn't mean you have to carry it all alone. We're a team, Peter. You and me."

A gentle breeze swept through the rooftop, carrying with it a moment of shared understanding. Ava moved closer, offering an unspoken gesture of comfort. She placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, grounding him in the simplicity of the touch.

Peter, usually the one offering reassurance, found solace in the connection. Ava's presence was a balm to his wounded spirit, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, he wasn't alone. "Thanks, Ava. I needed this," he admitted, the weight on his shoulders feeling a bit lighter.

Ava gave a small, understanding smile. "We all need a shoulder to lean on, Peter. Heroes included." She squeezed his shoulder gently before retracting her hand.

The quiet moment lingered, the cityscape below bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. Ava's words resonated in the stillness, weaving a thread of understanding between them. As the partners in heroism shared the rooftop, the weight of solitude began to dissipate.

Peter looked at Ava, a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes. "You're right. It's easy to forget that we're not in this alone, especially when the world expects so much from Spider-Man." He paused, contemplating the city below. "But having you around, Ava, makes all the difference."

Ava's gaze met his, her expression a mix of camaraderie and warmth. "We've got each other's backs. That's what makes us a team," she said, her voice carrying a quiet strength. "And it's okay to let someone share the burden, even if it's just for a moment.

The words hung in the air, a silent agreement that went beyond the rooftop they stood on. The camaraderie between Spider-Man and White Tiger had deepened, evolving into a connection that extended beyond the battles they fought together.

In the distance, the city's heartbeat pulsed steadily. Peter couldn't help but smile, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "Well, partner, I guess we should swing back into the chaos. The night's not getting any younger, and there's still a city to protect."

Ava chuckled, the somber atmosphere lightening. "Lead the way, Spidey. We've got this."

With a shared nod, the two heroes leaped from the rooftop, swinging into the night as a united front. The shadows that once seemed oppressive were now companions on their journey. In the heart of the city's vast expanse, Spider-Man and White Tiger moved forward, facing the challenges ahead with a newfound strength born from shared vulnerabilities and the unspoken promise of support. The echoes of their footsteps blended with the city's symphony, a testament to the unbreakable bond that had formed in the shadows of solitude.

As they swung through the city, the wind whispering around them, Peter felt a lightness he hadn't experienced in a while. Ava's presence beside him was a steady anchor, grounding him in the midst of the whirlwind that was their nightly routine.

The duo's acrobatic dance through the skyline brought them to another rooftop, this one overlooking a quieter part of the city. The ambient glow of daybreak cast a gentle radiance on Ava's face as she turned to Peter. "You know, sometimes the best way to face the chaos is together," she said, her eyes locking with his.

Peter felt a warmth spreading through him, a realization dawning. In that moment, he leaned in, and Ava met him halfway. Their lips brushed in a tender kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had deepened between them. The city noise faded into the background, leaving only the quiet intimacy of the shared moment.