Spider-Verse x Reader

• You and Miles would have a certain dynamic
• Like you guys would sorta be rivals, who could pull of better heists, missions, who gets caught least and who can go undetected and be the stealthiest
• Shit like that is a competition to you two
• Especially when you guys didn't even know each other 
• Miles heard about you on the news one day, and it seemed people thought you were pulling off better heists than the Prowler
• Miles couldn't have that, no sir
• So, he pulled off a bigger one, and this, rivalry began behind the masks
• It was sorta entertaining, seeing how you never interacted but seemingly were so competitive 
• Miles was actually impressed on how you pulled off your stunts and heists
• Especially if you hit somewhere big and got a lot of shit on the making
• He never knew your plan, you never seemed to go somewhere personal or have connections to there
• It seemed you just hit where you want and grabbed whatever was in your way
• I think you guys could be great ass partners
• And Miles was shocked to see that even Uncle Aaron thought so
• Uncle Aaron thought you would be a good asset or you would be a good person to have to work with, not against
• Miles was stubborn, of course, and don't wanna admit that he was right
• Until he actually met you and came face to face with you
• And not gonna lie, Miles was pretty much just staring at you
• You seemed to pop up out of nowhere, just sitting on a rooftop as he busy out the door
• He didn't even notice you for a minute, he was trying to flee from the cops that showed up and to be honest they got him pretty good on the side before he got to the roof
• You actually reminded Miles of a black cat when he first saw you, which held true to the name people around the city gave you
• You didn't help Miles out off the roof really, just wanting to see him in person to see if he held up to his name
• He did, you got your answer and left with a smile
• Miles couldn't help but watch you go before he had to leave himself
• He told Uncle Aaron about the whole thing and his uncle laughed at him
• Soon after, it seemed like you always were you the same place Miles was
• Even if it wasn't a heist, even on his apartment buildings roof
• He couldn't tell you were coming, or the amount of times you sat in the dark and watched as he had no idea
• You have a habit or watching and sneaking up on him so much he's now looking over his shoulder
• But after you guys get past that, you guys actually make a pretty good duo
• Maybe crime fighting, maybe regular teens
• Miles was not prepared on how flirt you wer
• Sure he was shocked at how stealth and smart, but nothing could compare him for the amount of nicknames, and whispering you did to him
• Or the fact you were so shameless about it all
• He never got flustered, but somehow you always did that to him
• He did it a fair amount back, but catch him of caught and babe it's so fun
• I have nothing else so here's how you first met:

"Shit…" Miles cursed under his breath, holding his side as he stumbled out onto the roof, leaning his back against the wall.

He could hear police yelling to each other, the dogs barking as they tried to sniff him out.

Miles knew he wasn't about to be caught, he just worried on how he would get out of this without being spotted and followed back home.

Miles grimaced, hissing under his breath as he pushed off the wall, almost stumbling as he walked off to peer over the side of the roof.

Miles cringed at how many police cars say around the building, all ready for him to walk out. Like hell he would.

"Running outta luck?" 

Miles almost jumped, turning around quickly in the dark. It took a moment before his eyes settled, finding a figure laying on their back, just above the roof where the door was.

You laid with your arms crossed under your head, turning slightly to look at him, almost amused and with a cat-like smile.

"How long have you been watching me?" Miles glared, but in his mind almost surprised, and impressed, at how long you sat there without him knowing.

You hummed, still smiling as you sat back up, throwing your legs over the edge.

"Since- like, May?" You offered, leaning onto your arm, throwing your head back to think.

Miles looked at you, half surprised and half shocked, trying to form what an actual sentence would mean before your eyes lit up.

You laughed at yourself quietly, knowing that's not what he meant, but loving the look of utter shock on his face.

"Yeah, sorry. Be more specific next time, sweetheart." You shook your head, hopping down from the small platform.

Miles could almost back up, but had nowhere to go, instead standing and watching silently through his mask as you walked towards him.

Your steps were quiet, calculated and almost careful, like a cat as you hummed, a look on your face he couldn't describe as you circled him.

You were looking over his suit, running your fingers on his suit, nodding to yourself as you felt the material.

Something about you made Miles unable to pull away, instead lifting his arm to give you more space as you ran your fingers around his body, stopping in front of him.

Miles was able to see the small smirk on your face, standing in front of him with your hand on the Prowler mark on his suit.

"So, the Prowler is stuck on a rooftop with cops around?" You laughed, looking up at him with the same smile.

"Not stuck." Miles denied, not looking away from you as you leaned in, getting a closer look at his mask.

"Oh, then poor you." You mocked, thumbing over his mask, as he surprisingly, didn't say anything about it.

"Why are you here?" Miles finally asked, getting another small laugh from you as you glanced into his eyes.

"Wanted to see if you were the real deal." You shrugged, your face close to his.

"Got what you wanted?" Miles asked, his voice cool and calm, sorta distorted through the mask, but watching perfectly as your hand slipped down.

You looked back into his eyes through the mask, studying almost carefully before you hummed, stepping back.

"Yup. Certainly." You laughed, standing on the edge as you held up a bag. One of the bags Miles had robbed.

Miles patted around his body, feeling one missing from his pockets, looking up to see you with a hand on your hip, holding it out teasingly.

Though it was Miles, he couldn't find it to reach out and take it, instead watching your proud smirk.

"Seems you were too distracted to know." You teased before Miles could say anything else, tucking the bag into your pockets.

"See ya around, Miles." And with a final wink, you stepped off the ledge, leaving a stunned Miles in your wake.

"Hey- wait!" Miles yelled out, seeing you disappear as he hurried towards the edge, looking down and being shocked as he saw you nowhere around.

He could hear your laugh echoing around him, the bag missing from his side gone with you.

And, you called him Miles.

You were watching him for a while, for too long, and you knew too much.

Miles couldn't wrap his head around it, shaking his head as he thought over every second you stood in front of him, every moment leading up to this.

And the fact he never knew. Never knew you were there. Never knew you were watching.

Miles couldn't help but chuckle, impressed and shocked, looking around the dark for any sign of you, not that he would find it.

He needed to leave, he knew that, but maybe he could add one more thing to his list of shit to do.

From the way he could still feel your fingertips running along his body, the way you hummed, smiled or laughed, and the way you said his name, 

Miles couldn't help but want to see you again