ocean [ tom holland and peter parker imagines ]

[ theif ] . spider-man

(Y/n) was an average teenager through everyone's eyes but little did they know her life was slowly falling apart and her only option was to persue the life of thievery.

"Hey, you're Peter right?" A friendly voice called out.

"Uhm- Yeah. You're (Y/n) right?" He mimicked as the (h/c) haired girl nodded with a kind smile. "Let's get started then." Peter added.

"Hey, thanks!" (Y/n) called out while waving at Peter goodbye. She looked around and bolted for a nearby bathroom. It was almost nightfall and a small jewelry store always closed earlier than the rest. 'Bingo.'

(Y/n) quickly changed into her 'costume' as she called it. Which it really wasn't, it was just a black longsleeve and black leggings with black combat boots to blend with the night, and of course a cloth mask that covered her eyes and part of her nose. The young girl peeked out of the small and dirty bathroom stall to reveal no one. She hurriedly exited the public bathroom before darting up a wall. Ever since 2 years ago she had discovered an ability she never knew she had. She was as fast as a raccoon thus allowing her to climb walls, she took karate classes as a kid ao she was a pretty skilled fighter but not as good as Spiderman of course.

(Y/n) ran above rooftops and jumping over gaps until she finally reached her destination. She usually visited the store when she was 11 so she knew the place at the back fo her mind. She went behind the store to reveal a backdoor, the young girl took a bobby pin from her head and fiddled with it for a bit before sticking it in the key whole, she moved it around for a while before hearing a satisfying click. The door knob twisted and Filou was allowed inside, Filou, french word for trickster, what the people of Queens liked to call her but they never really knew which robberies were her's nor did they really know what she looked like, only quick glances. She was called this because somehow she was always nearly caught but tricking people was her specialty. No one knew why her name was in french but no one questioned it. The (t/s) female crept around the store before a shiny diamond necklace caught her eyes. She unlocked it in seconds and she quickly put it in her bag.

"Hey! Didn't your parents tell you stealing was bad?" A quirky voice rang out. Filou groaned before turning around, bag still in hand, and she met eyes with Spiderman.

"My parents are dead." She raised an eyebrow, a serious look on her face.

"Oh shit- I'm so sorry!- I mean, I don't care. Hand over that bag." Spiderman stuttered out, both his hands on his hips.

"Nope." Filou said before jumping up to reveal a hatch that could be opened. 'Why in the hell did I not enter using this hatch?'

"Hey! Come back!" A distant voice called out and before Filou knew it her hands were tied behind her back and Spiderman was right behind her. She sighed before raising both her eyebrows in questioning.

"Just hand over the bag."

"And what? Get arrested?"

"You should've thought about that before stealing. You should've known I would've caught you." Spiderman said proudly.

"This is my 23rd robbery and you only have caught me this once." Filou replied, deadpanning. Suddenly Filou's lips were smashed onto Spiderman's, his mask lifted up, surprisingly Spiderman kissed back. 'What the fu-'

And before he knew it Filou was gone and all that was left was Spiderman in the cold air.