Same Thing

You stood in front of him again. He was stuck to the wall, limbs unable to move. You had him right where you wanted him. It was like a game between the two of you. It was like he longed to be caught. This was always the same. You two would fight, he would get caught, you'd stick him to the wall, then you'd taunt each other for hours. Flirting, sometimes touching each other.

"Spider-Girl, long time no see," Mysterio smiled at you. You rolled your eyes under your mask, "It's been like a day." He could not get his smile off his face, "Feels like years when I am away from you." You scoffed at him. You inched closer to him, "You realize we're enemies, right? You're the bad guy and I'm the good guy?" He attempted to shrug his shoulders, but he was unable to move, "You say enemies, I say friends. Possibly even lovers." You walked over to the wall he was stuck to and leaned beside him. His eyes followed everything you did. He was amazed by you. He was in love with you. You smiled at him under your mask, "You don't even know me."

"That's a lie," you thought. He did know you. He was actually fairly close to you outside of the suit. He was always at your work. He would always be in your department with you.

"I would love to know you if you'd let me," he teased you. You shook your head at him. You began to walk away, "Those should wear off in a couple hours, you know the drill." You stopped. You turned to look at Quentin. He looked amazed by you. "Don't do this, Parker. You can't fall in love with a villain," you told yourself. You knew it was too late. You knew your feelings for him. They were becoming increasingly hard to hide. You walked back to him, raising your mask to your nose. His eyes widened. You pressed your lips to his. His cheeks were pink. You pulled away from him, "Don't read too much into that." He licked his lips, "I'm totally reading into it."

You smirked at him. Quentin bit his lip, "You're really just going to play with my feelings and leave?" You placed a hand on his cheek. You ran your hand to his chest. He groaned silently, "You've never touched me this much." You leaned into his neck, placing your lips to it. You began to bite and suck at his neck. He let out a deep breath, "Oh my God." You pulled away, leaving a deep purple hickey on his neck. He looked at you deeply. He wanted to reach for you, but he was stuck in place. He hated feeling out of control. You began to walk away again. "Wait," he stopped you, "You're gonna get me all turned on and just leave?" You smiled to yourself. You shot a web at his crotch. He moaned. "Just some webs? Wow," he rolled his eyes. The webs you shot at him began to vibrate. Quentin began silently moaning, "Wh-what did you just put on me?" You chuckled, "That should get you off just in time for the webs to be gone." He gritted his teeth at you, "I'd rather you be over here doing it yourself." You waved at him, "Too bad." With that you left.

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It was the next day. You thought about Quentin. You thought about how you played this game with him constantly and he had no idea who you were. You thought about the big bruise he left on your face yesterday during your brawl. You had told your boss that you had ran into your door frame. It did not make sense, but it kept him from asking too many questions.

You were working on a serum to help rats regrow limbs. Nothing had been a success yet, but you had not given up yet. Your boss, Dr. Connors, entered your area. "Miss Parker? You have a guest," he led Quentin in. You felt your heart rate speed up. Quentin smiled at you, "Hey, Y/N." His smiled was different than it had been last night. He was different here. He did not flirt with you here like he did there. He was subtle here. You could not tell which was the real him.

"Hi, Quin. How's it going," you continued with your work. "I need some advice," he leaned his body against your back. You blushed at him. "Y/N, you'd consider us friends, right? And friends can talk to friends about their personal stuff, right," Quentin asked. You nodded, "Of course, Quin." "So, you're a girl. If a guy flirts with you and shows obvious signs that he is into you, then you kiss him, is that a sign you like him? Because I don't know how else to take it," he questioned you. You felt your heart sink. He was talking about you. You stuttered, "Well ev-every girl is different. If it was me, that would be a definite sign."