Requested by megholland: Peter is the opposite of the sweet boy character, he's a bad boy in school and Spider-Man is a villain instead of a superhero. Y/N has a crush on him, and Peter winks at her and stuff, but doesn't talk to her because of his reputation. One day, Y/N is getting mugged, and Peter decides to help.

"Queens' most hated supervillain, Spider-Man, struck again last night in the city. His latest target was Queens' most expensive and exclusive jewellery store, with the supervillain getting away with hundreds of thousands of dollars' worth of products." The news story spoke through my earphones as I watched it on my phone on my walk into school. I sighed and bit my lip as I watched the footage of the infamous supervillain beating up the security guards, his webs tying them up and his metal legs extending from his back to grab the bags of jewellery as he fought them. Spider-Man had come onto the scene in Queens three years ago, and had since become the most terrified figure in the city. He did everything from simple muggings and heists, to being available to hire for contract killings. He had become so feared that even police wouldn't intervene with him, so all you could do was pray that you wouldn't be his next target. I pulled my earphones out as the news piece ended, my eyes raising as I walked into school. That was when I saw him. I gulped harshly, my heart leaping in my chest at the sight of Flash being pinned against the lockers by the school bad boy. Peter Parker. I bit my lip and studied the asshole from afar, everything about the annoyingly attractive boy incredibly perfect. His biceps were bulging from underneath his leather jacket as his hands were clenched into tight fists around Flash's t-shirt, the boy scowling and shouting in his face as his eyebrows furrowed with anger. Flash said something that I didn't hear, making Peter spit in his face again before looking to the side. And straight at me. My eyes widened slightly as he clocked me, but like usual, Peter's thin lips curled into a smirk at the sight of me. He dropped Flash, the boy scurrying away as Peter continued to stare at me. He winked at me and blew me a kiss, making my eyes roll in a weak attempt to look uninterested as I started to walk to my locker. In reality, my cheeks felt hotter than the surface of the sun, and my heart was pounding so harshly that I was surprised that it hadn't burst out of my chest. Because the truth was that whilst Peter was an asshole, he was the asshole that I happened to have a massive crush on. It had started three years ago, when one day, the once scared and nerdy fifteen-year-old had waltzed into school a completely changed boy. He had practically transformed overnight, with him becoming the bad-boy-bully within days. His view of me had been among what had changed about him. He never talked to me given that I was kind of a nerd and therefore would supposedly wreck his image, but the silent flirting was constant. Whenever he saw me, I'd either get a wink, an air kiss, or both, like what he'd just done. His hands would "accidentally" brush my waist or leg when he passed me, not that I at all minded. As much as I loved it, I was also aware that being a fuckboy was part of his image, so I was probably just something for him to have fun with. I sighed and shook my head, my mind always running away with thoughts of Peter as I shoved my stuff into my locker and shut it before starting to head to class.

Peter's P.O.V

"Shut the fuck up, and give me your money." Peter spat, his hands clenched into fists around Flash's t-shirt as he held the boy against the lockers.

"I already did! I don't have any more since you last asked for it!" He exclaimed with a quivering voice.

"That's fucking bullshit, and you know it." Peter snapped again. Suddenly, his Spidey-sense picked up Y/N's presence, the only one that he ever wanted to sense. He looked to the side, and straight at the beautiful girl that he had the biggest crush on. Her gorgeous eyes widened slightly as he clocked her, making his heart flutter in his chest at how cute she was. But like usual, he couldn't show that. Instead, Peter's lips curled into a smirk at the sight of her. He dropped Flash, the boy scurrying away as Peter continued to stare at the girl who he wanted so fucking badly, but knew that he couldn't have. He winked at her and blew her a kiss, making her eyes roll as she started to walk to her locker. But Peter knew the truth of what his flirting did to the girl, his super hearing easily picking up how fast her heart had started to race. Peter's whole life had changed when three years ago, he had gotten bitten by a spider that had given him superpowers. But, well...the boy had decided to use them for evil, instead of good. At fifteen, he had become the supervillain Spider-Man, and now at eighteen, he was the city's most feared figure. And he loved it. The spider bite had changed how he felt too, with his confidence soaring overnight. He had felt unstoppable, untouchable, a gift from God to humanity. And so, Peter had become the school bad boy. His view of Y/N had been among what had changed about him. He hadn't talked to her before the bite due to the fact that she was so out of his league, but now he didn't talk to her for the opposite reason. He never talked to her given that she was kind of a nerd, albeit a very attractive one, and so he was too worried about his image to ask her out, and potentially be rejected. So, he'd stay quiet. But that didn't mean that he couldn't flirt with her. Whenever he saw her, he'd either wink, kiss the air, or both, like what he'd just done. His hands would "accidentally" brush her perfect waist or leg when he passed her, and he knew that she liked it given that he'd always pick up her heart rate increasing every time that he'd flirt. Of course, he'd have stopped if she didn't like it. Peter watched as Y/N shut her locker and headed to class, his heart once again fluttering at how beautiful she was. It was just a shame that he couldn't have her. Even if he wanted to.

"I said, give me the fucking bag." Peter spat, making the man that he had pinned to the ground scream as one of Peter's metallic legs harshly pierced the concrete by his head.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Just please don't hurt me!" He begged as his hands scrambled to give the backpack to Peter. The boy snatched it away from him before standing up again.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Call the cops and I'll come back for you. And this time, my legs won't miss." He spat before launching himself out of the alleyway. He landed on the roof, his mask dissolving into his suit as he sat down on the surface and unzipped the bag.

"Oh, shit, score." He chuckled to himself as he pulled out the MacBook, as well as the wallet full of cash and cards. But then he heard something. Heard someone. His ears pricked up, his head shooting up too as he heard a girl screaming. But more specifically...heard Y/N screaming.

"Karen, fuck, where's that coming from?" He gulped as he dropped the bag and shot up to his feet.

"Two blocks away. The cops won't get there in time." She spoke.

"Shit." Peter mumbled, his teeth chewing on his lip as he desperately decided what to do. Of course, normally, he would ignore other criminals attacking and mugging people, but he could tell that it was Y/N being mugged. It was the girl that he really fucking liked, and so he didn't know if he'd be able to forgive himself if he let it happen. But then there was the dilemma, once again, of his image. He'd gained a reputation that he very much loved of being the asshole supervillain, and he was feared by all of Queens. The image of him saving someone instead would definitely fuck that up. Not to mention the questions that would undoubtedly surround why he'd chosen to save Y/N specifically. Peter groaned and shook his head, his mind making itself up as his mask formed back over his head.

"Fuck me." He mumbled as he jumped off of the building and started to web himself towards where Y/N's screams were coming from.

Y/N's P.O.V

I walked along the street on my way home, my hand loosely holding my bag strap against my shoulder as I walked. I turned down the alleyway that I always went down and continued to walk. My eyes wavered, my heart leaping and my feet slowing down as the man appeared from behind a dumpster.

"Hey, there, doll. What you got in that bag of yours?" He smirked sleazily as he strolled towards me. I gulped and started to take steps back, my grip tightening on my bag as I tried to figure out how I'd get out of this in one piece.

"O-oh, nothing interesting." I chuckled slightly and shook my head.

"You sure about that, princess? How about I take a look for myself?" He smiled as he got closer to me, and I continued to try and back away.

"I don't think so." I gulped before turning on my heels and starting to run.

"Hey, get the fuck back here!" I screamed as he grabbed on my hood and yanked, making me fall to the ground.

"STOP! LET IT GO, STOP!" I shouted in a desperate attempt to be heard and therefore saved by a passerby as he started to try and tug my bag out of my grasp.

"Fucking let go, bitch." He spat.

"No, you let go." I screamed as suddenly the man was yanked away from me. My eyes widened even further at the sight of Spider-Man starting to beat him up, the supervillain having come to my rescue as he forced my bag out of the thug's hands.

"Get the fuck out of here before I beat you to a fucking pulp." The villain spat, making the thug quiver and shake as he stumbled to his feet before running away. Spider-Man turned to me, making me gulp harshly as I just stared up at him. I didn't know what I was more shocked about. The fact that Queens' most feared supervillain had rescued me...or that I recognised his voice. And I knew exactly where I recognised it from.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked quietly as he walked back towards me with my bag in his hand as he extended his other hand to me.

"N-no, not really, I'm okay, I'm fine. T-thank you for doing that, I know that it's not exactly your MO." I chuckled slightly in a weak attempt at humour as I took his hand and let him pull me up to my feet. He returned the chuckle and nodded as he gave me my bag back.

"U-um, yeah, well...I heard you, and figured that I'd help. Bye." He nodded before turning away from me.

"I know that it's you, Peter." I blurted out. He stopped in his tracks, making my eyes widen and my mouth fall open at the fact that I had genuinely just said that. I gulped harshly as he turned his head, but didn't fully look over his shoulder at me.

"What...did you just say?" He scoffed quietly. I bit my lip, my eyes wavering in fear as I studied him.

"I-I'm sorry, I recognised your voice, I...I won't tell anyone, I swear to god." I shook my head. He fully looked at me before turning back around to face me. I gulped harshly, my heart racing in anxiety of what he would do to me as he walked towards me.

"Why wouldn't you tell anyone? Aren't you supposed to be some goody-two-shoes? Why wouldn't you tell the cops?" He scoffed again as he shook his head. I shrugged and nervously played with my fingers as I desperately tried not to show how scared I was.

"I-I don't know, I just...I won't." I shook my head. His white eyes studied me, the boy towering over me by a few inches as he seemingly just stared down at me.

"You don't need to be scared, you know. I'm not going to hurt you." He spoke softly. My eyebrows furrowed at his words.

"H-how do you know that I'm-."

"One of my powers is super hearing. Right now, I'd be able to hear your heartbeat from a mile away. It's okay, you don't have to be scared." He reassured as he gently took my hand into his. I gulped harshly at the gesture, my mind also painfully aware of the fact that that meant he'd also heard my heart every time that he flirted with me. Meaning that he knew that I liked it. Fuck.

"I won't lie, the mask doesn't help." I teased lightly. The boy chuckled and shook his head before the covering started to disappear to reveal to me his gorgeous messy curls, and chocolate eyes looking straight at me.

"This better?" He checked. I nodded and bit my lip, making him smile slightly as he looked at my lips. He started to lean in, my heart almost racing out of my chest in anticipation of what was about to happen. But Peter already knew that. I tilted my head up as a way of telling him to keep going, making his smile widen as he leant in and gently kissed me. My eyes fluttered shut and I returned it, my hands raising and curling around his neck to pull him closer as his hands held my waist. He deepened it and slipped his tongue into my mouth, making me smile into it as our lips moulded together perfectly. He broke the kiss and touched our foreheads together, my eyes fluttering back open to find his already looking at me admiringly.

"That was a really nice kiss. And I want to do it more often. If that's okay with you, of course." He nodded. I smiled and bit my lip, even the school asshole and Queens supervillain knowing to ask for consent.

"I'd love to do it more often, Pete." I admitted. His smile widened, making me giggle as he leant in and kissed me again. And that was how I started dating the school bad boy and Queens' most feared Villain. Peter Parker.