Siren (Peter Parker x Fem!Villain Reader)

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(Above is the kind of design I imagined your suit would have, in case you were wondering)
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You're sitting on a rooftop, looking down at the streets of Queens. You know from your research Tony Stark's protégé, Spider-Man, is usually in this area. But how to lure him out...

You have to do something big. Something big enough to get the attention of Iron Man. Something too big for either of them to ignore.

Unfortunately for you, today's a slow day. You must've been perched on the edge of that building for a half an hour before you spotted something even remotely promising.

A bank robbery. Not really what you were hoping for, but it would have to do.

You sling your duffel bag across your shoulder and jump, landing behind two figures digging through a transport truck. They turn at the sound of your feet hitting the ground and raise their guns.

"Stick 'em up, boys," you say, voice dripping with charm. The men instantly drop their guns and raise their hands up.

"This is my heist now," you tell them. They nod eagerly and part at your slightest touch.

Now all you have to do is wait. And as you predicted, you don't have to wait long.

"Siren," says the mechanical voice of Iron Man from behind you.

"Iron Man," you reply with a smirk. "Glad you could join us."

"Us?"

You nod. The two men you've bewitched step forward from the shadows.

Iron Man scoffs.

"Sweetheart, I have a multi-million dollar suit."

"But do you have any of these?" you ask, tossing two weapons to the men advancing toward him. Tony freezes when he sees the purple glow embedded in the cores of the guns.

"I thought we got all of those off the streets," he says, shock evident in his voice.

"Oh please. You didn't think I'd take some of these for myself? I knew they'd come in handy someday."

You watch as he thinks something through. He shakes his head a couple of times, muttering to himself.

"Can't risk the kid," Stark turns again to the weapons in your gunmens' hands.

Your smile widens. You know he'd do anything to get these weapons where they couldn't hurt anyone.

Even risking the life of someone he loved.

At last, he seems to come to a decision.

"Underoos!" Stark yells into his comms. "I need you!"

Perfect.

With a flick of your fingers, both gunmen turn on Iron Man. You watch in satisfaction as he dodges their fire, weaving in and out of range. But you know he can't keep this up forever. Sure enough, the relentlessness of your gunmen begins to prevail, and you see the telltale signs of Iron Man tiring. He begins to cower under their fire.

"Mr. Stark!" someone cries.

An evil grin the size of the Brooklyn Bridge stretches across your face as you turn to the sound. There he is. Spider-Man.

He starts to web up the weapons firing at Iron Man. His wrists are so fast that you can't help but stare in awe for a moment.

"Kid! Kid!" Tony shouts over gunfire and the sound of Spider-Man's web dispensers. But Iron Man's apprentice isn't listening to him. You can hear his panicked muttering from beneath his mask.

"I gotcha, I gotcha Mr. Stark!"

"Go after the girl!" he chokes out, and, obviously eager to prove himself, Spider-Man starts swinging after you.

You shoot up into the air, and for a moment, you can tell the hero is impressed. He follows you as you fly over the streets of New York, leading him further and further away from Tony.

You whirl around mid-flight so you're now facing him.

"Hi," You give him a flirty wave.

"Listen, I hate to be impolite here, but Mr. Stark's really counting on me to stop you, so the small talk's not going to happen."

"Oh, I'm sure he is counting on you."

You laugh, and the sound makes Peter a little weak in the knees.

"You're funny, Spiderboy."

"I am?" the masked hero asks distractedly, making you smile wickedly behind your own.

This one was too easy.

He clears his throat, fighting to maintain his focus. "It's Spider-Man," he clarifies, lowering his voice about an octave.

"Oh believe me, I know," you assure him.

He's struggling to resist, but you can see just by his body language your spell is slowly drowning him. His muscles become less tense. He stops looking backward for Stark. He can't take his eyes off you.

"C'mere," you whisper, pulling the hero towards you in mid-air. You touch your forehead to his and cup his cheek.

"Wait for me," you tell him.

"Of course," he replies without a moment's hesitation.

He swings down to the roof of the building below just as Iron Man catches up to you.

"Siren? Where is he?" the man in the suit demands.

You point to the rooftop below. You smirk as he waves at you, a lovesick grin surely on his face.

"Sorry Iron Man," you sneer, "your pet superhero's under my spell now."

"Peter, no!" Tony Stark cries. "You have to fight it!" But there's nothing he can do. Spider-Man won't even acknowledge his mentor. Instead, he gazes at you, entranced.

You give Iron Man a pout, plummeting down to the roof where the boy in the red and blue suit waits for you. Sashaying over to him, you use two fingers to tilt his chin up so his masked eyes meet your rose-colored ones.

"Take the mask off for me, Spiderboy. I wanna see your pretty face."

Obediently, the superhero peels off his mask, and for a moment, your heart is the one that skips a beat.

He's adorable.

You quickly shake your head, telling yourself to snap out of it.

"What's your name, cutie?"

"Peter. Peter Parker," he says, looking dazed.

"Well hello there, Peter Parker. Let's get going."

He smiles and grabs your waist, a little gasp escaping your lips. He sticks out his arm and shoots a web at the ledge of another building, swinging through the city as Iron Man watches you leave.