Avengers Imagines (Part One)

Peter Parker X Villain!Reader - Cops and Robbers

A/N - This chapter is based on the song 'Cops and Robbers' by the Hoosiers. Both Peter and Reader are over 18 in this imagine. I hope you all enjoy it.

You had never felt comfortable sitting at this table. It had been a constant throughout your childhood, with people coming and going, carrying out business with your father, and it had always been unsettling. At first, it was the visitors that had made it so intimidating. Crime lords and politicians alike, all wanting just a second of your father's time. You supposed you didn't truly understand it back then, when you were still too young to know the difference between the good guys and the bad guys. And then you'd grown up, and the table had become scary for another reason. Your father was insistent that as his only child, you were destined to take over the business when he died, and he had taken to training you as though he was getting ready to drop dead at any second. The table had become your life, spread out in front of you, and you had no control of any of it.

"Y/N? Are you paying attention?" You glanced up, your eyes catching your father's for just a moment before you nodded. "Another of our guys was stopped last night. Police found him webbed to the side of a building and took him in."

"Spiderman," you responded, releasing a soft sigh. "He's getting to be a real pain in the arse," you added, hearing your father snort slightly in response. "You should put me out there. Draw his attention."

Your father cocked his eyebrow at you. "You're kidding-"

"Come on, I'm far better trained than any of the boys you've been putting out. Let me get him out of our way."

"Y/N," he uttered, his voice a soft warning as he slumped in his seat slightly. "It's too dangerous. You could end up doing real jail time if you get caught."

You nodded. "Or, I could take that little vigilante down and we can go on with our lives like he never existed." You paused for a moment, shrugging. "What other choice do you have?"

Your father sighed, his tongue running over his teeth as he considered your question. "Fine."

A smile pulled at your lips as you got to your feet. "You won't regret it," you told him, giving a false little salute as you made your way out of the room.

"This meeting isn't over. Where are you going?"

You turned back with the door half open, giving your father your sweetest smile. "I have to go and get ready to kill a spider," you chuckled, shaking your head as you continued out of the room. 

*Time Skip*

New York in December was cold. Like, pins and needles all over, runny nose, numb fingertips, cold. And now that the sun had set, it was even colder. And darker too. God, this could have been a mistake. There was still a mark on the wall where one of your father's men had been peeled out of the webbing this morning. For a moment you wondered whether that had been a comfortable night for him, hanging there pinned to the bricks, just waiting. You quickly decided that it likely wasn't.

"Hey," a voice broke the silence, and your entire body went rigid as you glanced around, spotting the red costume perched on a light post a few feet away. "You shouldn't be out here, there's been some real shady characters hanging about recently."

You snorted slightly, relaxing now that you were certain he wasn't going to make the first move to attack you. "You mean, shadier than a man, dressed in head to toe spandex, that sneaks up on a girl in the middle of the night?"

Spiderman released a chuckle at that before clearing his throat and composing himself. "Yeah, you'd be surprised by just how shady this area can be. It isn't safe for you to be out here alone." He shifted on his perch, dropping down to the ground and moving a little closer to you. You tensed again, your hand moving to the holster at your hip and making him stop on the spot. But you're carrying, right? So you're probably totally fine on your own."