Entangled

“We could have saved them! We could have done everything to save them, and we didn't!” Arabella's voice screamed from Miguel's control room. Hobie noticed it, whipping his head around from his conversation with Pav.

“She sounds quite mad; maybe we should check on her?” Pav suggested, not realizing that Hobie was already making his way down to the yelling voices.

“You know that we couldn’t! What you did is unacceptable!” Miguel roared outlaid; this time, everyone within earshot faced them.

“Me? You're telling me that the fact that I was trying to save those kids is unacceptable?!” Arabella almost screamed at the top of her lungs. Her frame seemed much more confident, hovering even. She stomped and stood her ground as she faced Miguel, slowly trekking his way up to her.

“You know why we are here. To do this. To make sure everything stays on track-“

“At the expense of people's lives, Miguel!” She stepped forward and pushed against his chest. Her fingers began to twitch, her eyes shining an even darker green.” 

Everyone around them, including Hobie and Pav, stared as the two fought. Hobie watched as her body language became something completely different from her usual. He could see the twitch in her fingers, the change in her expression behind all the masks she wore. Even how she stood close to his height as she didn't back down. 

He crossed his arms, prepared to jump in if Miguel made any move he didn't like, leaving Arabella to deal with Miguel the way she wanted. He knew she could handle herself against him if she genuinely aimed to.

“You should watch your mouth. You don't know who you're talking to like that.”

Hobies brows lifted, and a silence washed over the room that slowly became dangerous. Arabella stepped forward, anyone behind her ability to see that both her elbow claws pressed against the skin and slid out of her body.

“I am not your child. I am not your subordinate. I am not one of the spidey puppets you will string along for the ride and call it heroism by letting people die, knowing we can do something about it. You are a poor excuse for a Spiderman. You may have been once, but you aren't now. Instead, your acting just like the people you swore to protect others from; you know to save one life, hundreds of them, and yet you let them die. I am not the one,”

Miguel grew furious at her accusations, his chest heaving as he approached her.
“Take one more step towards me, Miguel, and you will regret it,” 

Hobie watched her hands, tilting his head and slipping forward as she made her threat.

“You want to try me, Arabella?” Miguel hissed, but she pulled her hand back when he stepped an inch within her face. Suddenly dozens of invisible webs were locked around him, and he was launched back. Everyone gasped at the action, Jessica even stepped up to go after Arabella, but Hobie stepped beside her.

“Try it, Jess. You won’t like it,” Hobie lifted his chin, his eyes low and his form ready.

Arabella glared at Jess, “You or him either come to my dimension ever again without my knowledge or supervision of any anomaly. You won’t like what I have to do. Right? Not always liking what we must do, but we must do it anyways?”

Arabella stepped back, everyone to make room for her to leave as Hobie trailed behind her, curious to see if she was okay.

The only thing Arabella could hear behind her was Miguel snarling and cursing. She didn't even realize she was stepping through a portal Hobie made for her until she found herself at his place.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and hissed. 
“Tacky tic. Tacking fucking tic,” She hissed to herself, her hands coming up to her face letting out a frustrated groan.

“Hey, I'm here. Don't have to battle it out yourself,” Hobie walked up to her, reaching out and gently touching the spike that elongated from her elbow. Slowly both of them went back in. He could hold both elbows in his hand until she uncovered her face.

“I'm so sorry; I don't like getting like that in front of people. I'm just.. sick. Sick and tired of doing this dance with Miguel every time something happens in my dimension, and people get lost because of it.”

“You gave it to him today, making me proud.” 

Arabella rolled her eyes, lacing her arms around his waist and sighing. She pressed her cheek against his collarbone. 

“It’s all for breaking down the system, right?”

“Exactly, we’ve got to bring back public assassinations, honestly,” 

That made Arabella giggle, feeling his fingers loop around some of her curls. 
“If you need help back at your place, you can ask. I get it, the whole being under some regime, but you know I could handle it,” 

The topic made her recoil, pulling herself away from him. “I don't want that. I mean… it's not safe for you,”

“Come on, were the same shade. And we're even here; 1978 is not safe for you either as much as it is for me. Plus Jessica? Miguel? Come on, Love. What's so wrong with me wanting to help you? That's what we do, innit? You being here is as much dangerous as me being there.”

“Yes, Hobie, it is, but,” She paused, trying to come up with something that wasn’t a lie.
“It's not the same. Here it's 1978, but there? There is 2078. I hate to sit here and compare what’s worse, but the things that…” She pauses, clenching her jaw and shaking her head. She calmed herself, still holding onto Hobies arms.

“I am an enemy of the state. Public enemy number one, any associations with me, can lead to an execution. The people I work with already, Daredevil, Punisher, Moonknight, and Jones? They’re already in danger because of me. And more than I could ever imagine, and I don't want to have to watch another public execution,” She looked down, pressing her palms to his chest.

“I don't want to fail at saving someone who has fallen for me again. I did that once, and I refuse to let it happen,” She could feel the tears breech her eyes. I was trying to contain the panic that rose through her throat.

“Okay,” Hobie hugged her again, rubbing her back.
“You have to promise me never to go. Promise you’ll never follow me,” 

Hobie didn't give her a verbal answer but held her tighter. He didn't want to promise something he knew he might not keep, especially regarding her. 
They sat there in a calming embrace for the last couple of minutes. 

“Hey, you said you work with your Punisher, Moonknight, daredevil, and Jones. You mean Jessica Jones, right?” Hobie asked, lying on his bed while Arabella searched for something around his room. 

“Mhm, they’re all like my big brothers, and it's Jessie Jones instead of Jessica.” Arabella stopped, placing her hands on her hips and looking around his room.

She didn't mind his chaotic organization when it came to his room; she could find what she needed, as she had memorized the general layout of his chaos.
“Uhm, Hobie, where’s your socks? I need to borrow some,” She turned to him, watching as he lifted.

“Dont got any,”

“What?”

“Dont got any,” He motioned his feet, no socks.

“What do you mean you don't have any? You wear heavy boots and web around all day,”

“What of it? I don't need socks,”

Arabella stared at him, trying to figure out if he genuinely didn't have any socks, but as her search from earlier concluded with what he said, she crunched her nose.
“Hobie, what the fuck?” 

“What? I don't wear my shoes on the bed. Is that not enough?”

“No! No, Hobie, it's not!” Arabella tilted her head back and then hunched forward.
“Hobie—“ She stopped herself, seeing as he was smiling. She wasn’t sure how to respond to him, reaching her arms out as if to wrap around his throat playfully

She got onto the bed and straddled him, “Hobie, that's a little nasty,” 

“Yeah? Wanna know what else is nasty?” His hands snaked behind her, placing his hands on the back of her thighs near her ass.
“Your feet? You at least wash them. I know you're hiding a pair of crust pants somewhere away from me, which is right. Wait, if you don't have any socks…” She raised a brow at him, feeling his hands and leaning down.

“You clean it. If you have one?” 

Hobie pretended not to know what she was talking about and squeezed her behind, his rings cold flushed around her skin.
“Have no idea what you're on about,” She rolled her eyes, tucking her arms between her and his chest and luring him to snake his hands right under her ass. 

“What other things are you hiding from me?” She teased, splaying her fingers down his torso.
“Hiding? I’d never. Everything you want to know about me is all open,” 

“Oh? Open okay…” She lifted, sliding down his thighs and making him use his elbows to raise himself. Her hands danced around his belts, waiting for a specific tell on his face. 

“If you're so open for me, mind if I try something new?” She asked, slowly pulling down his jeans and shoving them off to the side of the bed.
“Something new…yeah. I'm always up for that,” 

She pressed her lips to his, taking him in as her hand reached down between them to move his boxers off down his legs. He never protested about anything she wanted to try or her being on top. He noticed she liked it, but only when it came to doing things to him. He never bothered to ask, seeing as it was something that she should bring up if she wanted to.

But watching her enjoy herself was the highlight of any moment. He oversaw her; she always knew how to touch him in ways that forced him to squirm.
“What is it you're trying?” He asked, much less of a question but a statement as he watched her spit onto his cock. 

He pressed his hand to his face, finding her the most erotic thing he’s ever seen. Sliding his hand down back to the bed, his lips parted. Time always went slow with her and even slower when she wrapped her hand at the base of his cock.

Her hands were hypnotizing, forcing him only to watch what she was doing while she used one hand to palm the tip. She constantly changed the pressure when stroking him, making it harder for him to cum. 

“Oh? Does pretty boy like what I'm doing?” Her voice broke him out of his trance, not realizing he was moaning and shifting his hips.
“What…fuck…” He mumbled, feeling her thumb press intently against the slit of his cock, coaxing out slivers of precum. She used it with a mix of her cum around the head of his cock, forcing him to press his hips down.

“Oh baby, you don't want more?” She asked in response to his hips pulling. She then sped up her strokes, a grunt leaving his mouth as he flattened himself against his pillows. He felt her hand slip under his balls, cupping them softly and massaging them. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine at the action, even more so when she flattened her tongue on the underside of his cock. 

Hobies groans filled the room, his eyes fluttering closed as his hand was guided down to the side of her face. He cupped her chin, ensuring he wasn’t adding pressure or forcing his grip around her face. 

Her tongue brushed over his tip, gathering his precut on the end of her tongue, tasting it as if she was testing it. She didn't hesitate to take him down her throat, eliciting a slew of curse words to escape him, and his head whipped back. 

She did slow drags of her tongue but always paused at the tip to give a light suck like she was trying to coax his cum. 
“Princess, doing amazing..” He breathed out, his hips bucking gently upwards and hitting the back of her throat.

“Mm, fuck sorry,” He mumbled.

“It's okay; if you want, you can keep going. Force your cock down my throat, and I’ll be a good girl for you?” She batted her eyes, her spit-soaked lips turning up into a grin.

He took no time to move and gently touched her face. Her mouth found itself back onto his cock as he started slow. She watched her eyes close tightly, and his cock disappeared in and out of her mouth. Her hands fell flat against his thighs, allowing him to take total control and lift himself to stabilize his hips. 

He pushed into her mouth again, this time feeling the back of her throat touch the head of his cock. He sped up his hips, his fingers lacing through her hair.
He felt the familiar feeling of his cock twitching in her mouth; he slowed down but pressed her to the base of his cock, her nose brushing against the hair that trailed down his abdomen. 

“Aces…Shit,” He mumbled to him, not expecting her to squeeze her throat around him, causing him to pull her head up but not away from his tip. He watched watch him cum in her mouth, seeing that it was what she preferred.

She hummed and whined against the head of his cock as ropes of his hot cum spilled and painted the inside of her mouth white. After he stopped humming, he hissed, making eye contact with her as her mouth moved down his cock more. Feeling the build-up of cum and saliva slicking his cock over and overstimulating him.

“Right, right, right,” He whined, seeing her slide her mouth off tightly. Her hand quickly went to his cock to keep stroking, his eyes furrowing in concentration while his thigh shook.

With her other hand, she lifted his chin, pressing her lips against him. He didn't think much as she kissed him,
She pushed her tongue into his mouth, opening him up for the cum in her mouth to slide off of her tongue and against him.

His eyes widened, looking down at her in surprise but not protesting as he submissively swallowed his cum from her mouth. She kept kissing him after, ensuring he took everything he had given her. She could’ve seen his eyes turn into hearts when she pulled back.

“When you said something new, I don't know what I think could’ve happened,” He croaked out, a lazy smile spalling on his lips.
Arabella shrugged, her hand still around his sensitive cock and slowly pumping again.

“Ooh, Princess, I don't know if I got more in me….” Hobbies thighs trembled, unsure if he could take one more with the gleam in her eye.
“What? Too sensitive? Okay, I’ll give you a break, but..” She paused, crawling back onto him and kissing him again.

“Once I get started, I don't know how I’ll control myself with you; you're too cute when you whine, you know that?” She teased, forcing him to roll his eyes as his hands traveled up her shirt.

“Gonna try and make me beg?”

“That's an idea. A perfect one too..”