Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

(Spiderverse - Miles) - Matching Tattoos AU

Requested on Quotev.

AU: you and your soulmate have a matching tattoo on your wrist. be happy I didn't make the tattoo 5 tomatoes (which is a way to remember how many feet are in a mile [5-2-8-0s]). Also, to be clear, over the weekend the students at Miles' school can go home to their families while during the week they stay at the school dorms.

With the death of Spider-man, more crooks took to the streets to commit crimes. There was no order it seemed, somebody had to do something. That somebody was you.

You didn't have superpowers, you weren't extraordinary, but you were fast and believed the end justified the means and that was enough, though it probably helped that you'd been taking self-defense classes since you were young and most of the criminals only had a few brain cells. Nobody knew who you were, but you did get a small section in a newspaper claiming you were a "rowdy vigilante pretending to be Spider-man".

Then the next Spider-man made his grand appearance. He showed up and suddenly everyone attributed the crime-rate drop to him, despite you working your butt off before he ever decided to be helpful. Yeah you were working towards the same cause but that didn't make you resent him any less.

You must've been particularly pissy when you went out crime-fighting that night because when you captured a drug dealer you knocked out at least 3 of his teeth before strapping him to a chair. "Who's producing the drugs?" He just chuckled, blood spraying from his mouth. You cringed, glad you had a mask to hide your disgust, then grabbed his fingers and bent them backwards. He screamed in pain. "Talk!"

"Fine!" You released him and crossed your arms. He stretched his fingers and glared at you. "You aren't tough, girl. 'Sides, I'm a nobody, I can't tell you much."

"Well then you're going to tell me what you do know." You leaned close enough to smell his horrid breath and see the gaps where his teeth once were. He grinned, allowing the blood in his mouth to leak out. You leaned back a little.

"They're going to kill me no matter what I say, if you don't kill me first. My lips are sealed." He tilted his head up, attempting to look down on you. In a flash of anger, you picked up your foot and slammed it into his knee, making him scream as the leg bent in a way it wasn't designed to.

"I will make this so painful you'll be begging for death unless you tell me what I want to know!"

He stifled his whimpers and forced a smile on his disfigured face. "Do your worst."

And you would've, if it hadn't been for the presence you noticed in the room. You whirled around, spotting a dark shape in the corner, and put your fists up. "Come out and face me, coward." They disappeared. You froze, blinking a couple times to make sure you weren't crazy. You swore you saw something-

"Torturing criminals is generally frowned upon." You spun around to see the drug dealer free of his restraints and already hobbling for the door while the new Spider-man was sat in the chair. You tried to run after the dealer but got yanked back by a web.

"Are you serious?" you yelled, tugging on the web while the dealer escaped. You turned your angry gaze on the hero and he took a small step back.

"There's better ways to go about getting information," he said.

"That's the fastest." You cut through the web with your switchblade. "But why are you even here? Shouldn't you be out saving babies and showing off?"

"I take it you don't like me very much." He sounded disappointed. "I heard a commotion and thought I should check it out. Aren't you the vigilante that killed that one crime boss last week?"