marvel imagines

four words // m.o'hara

'Miguel x flirty anomaly reader.' This is a request, apart from that first sentence I'm gonna choose where I go with this and I hope you like it! (I also changed her from an anomaly to a most wanted thief btw.)

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You can sense him behind you.

Good. You've successfully gotten his attention. The stolen jewellery in your hands and around your neck glimmers and rattles as you jump along rooftops in the darkness.

The one and only Spidey was after you once again You've been playing a game of cat and mouse with the feared Spider-Man from Earth-928, and one would almost say he enjoys the little chases and challenges you play. He never catches you.

Every time you run into him, he's just that little more desperate to catch you. He never does.

You gasp as you hear heavy footsteps behind you, you already know who it is. He has been following you for ten minutes already.

Your senses tell you to duck.

They prove to be correct as a large claw slashes through the air exactly where you head was a few moments ago.

"Woah there Spidey! You could have poked my eye out!" You giggle.

"Just surrender!" The spider shouts, you scoff. 

"Where's the fun in that?" You say as you run into an abandoned warehouse. Exactly where you planned. The 2099 Spider-Man hot on your tail.

You hide behind a thick column.

"Would you like me to call for backup boss?" A feminine voice asks.

"No, I've nearly got her." He try's to whisper.

"Sir, respectfully, this criminal has been on the loose for a year now. She's part of the Spider-Man's most wanted list." You crack a smile at that.

"I said I can handle it." He grits out from between his teeth. You hear a few buttons being pressed before you cease to hear anything at all, just the outside cars honking and traffic.

The hairs on your arms stick up as you feel like you're being preyed on.

You are.

Your heart beat speeds up delightfully at the thrill of being hunted. You suddenly felt confident.

"How about this, if you catch me, I have to take every single ruby and jewel back to the jewellery store and you get to capture me. But if I catch you, I get to walk out with these diamonds and I get to know your identity."

"Deal." Comes a whisper from behind you and (not really processing your words properly) you spring into action instantly.

It's funny really.

You're playing a game of cat and mouse.

He really thinks he's the cat.

Yet your name is literally Black Cat. Well...You just took over from your mother after she retired her criminal activities. She taught you all she knew.

And she knew a lot.

You sprint right into the direction of your trap and jump over the trip wire.

Spidey doesn't sense it in time sadly and stumbles right where you want him.

Multiple chains wrap around him and secure him to the wall perfectly. It took you hours to set this trap up and you hadn't even tested it.

Thank god it worked.

You clap your hands excitedly at your catch. "Yes! Looks like I was the cat after all, Spidey." You pout at his monotone expression of his mask. An idea crosses your mind.

You slowly walk up to his bound figure and run a clawed finger over his chest. He growls in response.

"Woah there, I didn't know you were so animalistic." He grunts in response. "Who are you, under the mask? Are you someone I know? Or are you a middle aged white man with a receding hairline." You joke.

You press your chest against his and let out a little laugh. "D'you mind if I take a peek? Well, to be honest you don't really get a choice since I caught you." Your fingers dance up to his neck, finding the fold of fabric from his mask.

"Who are you?" He questions softly, almost sounding amazed at how I caught him.

"Maybe if I'm feeling bored I'll tell you in the future to spice up these little games we have."

"You about to learn my identity, it's only fair I know yours too." He reasons. You shrug. It's fair I guess. In one swoop you take off his mask. And then yours shortly after.

You stand there in awe. Not what you imagined at all. He was hot. And young. Probably around mid twenties. Same as yourself. Beautiful ruby red eyes stare into yours and a brown lock of hair curls in front of his face.

His eyes dart all over your face, taking in every detail and shape.

You both don't know that this was just the beginning of your life together.

You both don't know that in only a few years, a little girl would be forming in your stomach and that you would be married.

You don't know that in a few years you would be looking for an apartment to live your life in.

You didn't know your journey started with only four words.

"My name is Miguel."