Marvel Oneshots

Heat of the Battle (Peter Parker)

The air was thick with chaos and the sounds of battle echoed around Y/N as she fought alongside her teammates. They were in the heart of the city, defending against a relentless wave of foes who seemed to multiply with every passing moment. The vibrant skyline of New York, usually a symbol of hope and freedom, was now shrouded in smoke and debris, an unsettling backdrop to the chaos unfolding.

"Y/N! Watch out!" she heard a familiar voice shout just as she dodged an incoming blast of energy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Peter Parker, his spidey suit clinging to him as he swung through the air, narrowly avoiding an explosion.

"Thanks, Spider-Man!" she called out, trying to keep her focus as she faced down another adversary. Just as she delivered a swift kick to one of their attackers, the ground beneath her feet shook violently, sending her sprawling to the side.

In the confusion, Y/N lost sight of Peter and the rest of her team, her heart racing as she pushed herself to her feet. The sounds of combat were growing more distant, and panic began to creep in. She sprinted through the debris-strewn street, searching for any sign of her friends.

The battle felt like it was tearing the city apart, and Y/N's pulse quickened with every step. Just as she rounded a corner, she collided with something solid—a wall of muscle and spandex. She looked up to find Peter standing before her, his eyes wide with concern and adrenaline.

"Y/N! There you are! I thought I lost you!" he exclaimed, relief flooding his voice.

"I got separated!" she replied, her breath coming in quick gasps. "What's the situation?"

"Not good. We need to find shelter—now," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward a nearby alleyway. They darted into the narrow space, escaping the chaos of the battle for just a moment.

Once they were safely tucked away, the world outside faded into a distant roar. Y/N leaned against the cool brick wall, trying to catch her breath as she looked at Peter. He was breathing heavily too, the adrenaline still pumping through their veins, and she could see the tension in his posture.

"We should wait a minute," he suggested, glancing back toward the chaos outside. "Just until it calms down a bit."

"Agreed," Y/N said, her heart racing for reasons beyond just the fight. The proximity of their bodies in the cramped space heightened her awareness of him, the scent of his cologne mingling with the residual adrenaline in the air.

As they stood there, the sounds of the battle grew fainter, but the silence between them felt charged. Y/N could feel the heat radiating off Peter, the intensity of their situation crashing over her like a wave. She wanted to say something—anything—but the words eluded her.

"I was so worried about you," Peter finally broke the silence, his voice low and sincere. "I thought something happened when we got separated."

"I'm okay," she reassured him, stepping a little closer, feeling the warmth of his body. "Thanks to you."

Peter's gaze dropped to her lips, and in that moment, Y/N's heart raced again, but this time it wasn't from the battle. The connection between them felt electric, and she could no longer ignore the unspoken emotions simmering beneath the surface.

Before she could think, Peter leaned in closer, the heat of the moment pulling them together. Their lips met in a surge of pent-up feelings and adrenaline. The kiss was urgent and passionate, fueled by the fear they had just faced and the relief of being together again.

Y/N melted into him, her hands finding their way to the back of his neck as she deepened the kiss, savoring the warmth and taste of him. The world outside faded into nothingness, the battle forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.

Peter responded fervently, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him as their kiss deepened. The rush of adrenaline coursing through them only intensified the moment, igniting a fire that neither of them could contain.

"Y/N," Peter murmured against her lips, his breath warm and shaky. "We should—"

"Forget about it," she interrupted, capturing his lips once more. She didn't want to think about the battle or the chaos outside. All that mattered was this moment, the heat of battle replaced by the heat of passion between them.

The kiss continued, filled with the urgency of their emotions, each touch igniting something deeper within them. They were both breathing heavily, and when they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, the reality of their situation sinking back in.

"Okay, maybe we should figure out how to get back to the team," Peter said, his voice laced with a mix of exhilaration and concern.

Y/N nodded, still feeling the heat of the kiss radiating through her. "Right. Let's regroup. But I'm glad you found me."

"Me too," he replied, a grin breaking through the tension in his expression. "We make a pretty good team, huh?"

"The best," Y/N affirmed, her heart full.