Requested by Jadie_21: Y/N is Black Cat, and her and Peter are dating, but she doesn't know that he's Spider-Man, and he doesn't know that she's Black Cat. One night, she finds out that he's Spider-Man, but doesn't know whether or not to tell him about her secret identity. She starts to become afraid that he won't love her anymore upon finding out who she is.

I stood at my locker, my hands grabbing stuff from my bag and placing them instead into the metal box as I got ready for the day ahead. My lips formed into a smile, my heart fluttering in my chest as I felt a familiar set of muscular arms curl around my waist from behind, and a familiar set of beautifully thin lips press to my neck.

"Hey, Pete." I chuckled and bit my lip at the affection that my boyfriend of a year always showed me.

"Hey, baby." He sighed into my skin. I turned around in his arms so that we were now facing each other. He gave me a small smile before leaning down and pressing our lips together, making me sink into it quickly as I raised my hands to hold his face. He broke the kiss after a moment and looked at me.

"You free to hang out tonight, angel?" He asked. My eyes widened slightly.

"Fuck, sorry, Pete, I'm actually not, no. I have a family thing." I lied with a sigh.

"That's fine, beautiful. Rain check?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course." I smiled, making him return it as he curled his arms further around my waist and leant down to nuzzle his face into my neck. I returned the hug, my heart warm at the embrace, but my mind filling with guilt like it always did. Because I didn't have a family thing, like I'd just told Peter. Tonight...I was robbing a bank. And that was because, well...I was the infamous Queens villain, the Black Cat. I had become the Black Cat only a year ago, when I had decided that I'd had enough of the world fucking with me, and I decided to fuck with it back. I loved my alter-ego, the villainess that I had become allowing me to rob banks, break into people's homes, everything that I could think of, and most of it went undetected, too. I fucking loved my job. Well, I loved every aspect, apart from one. And that one was the constant intervention from Spider-Man. I had to admit that I did admire the superhero's dedication to keeping his home city safe, and I could tell that underneath his suit, his body left very little, if anything, to be desired. But of course it got very annoying when he'd step in and stop my crimes in their tracks, us always ending up fighting and hurting each other before I'd flee with whatever I had left. I hated him, but I was also intrigued to see who it was underneath the mask, and what would become of our complicated relationship. Of course my boyfriend of a year, Peter, knew none of this, the innocent and naive boy who was the love of my life never having even gotten an inkling that I was lying every time that I told him that I had a family dinner, or homework to catch up on. I loved him, but I was petrified that the second that he found out who I was, he wouldn't love me anymore. After all, such an innocent and sweet boy was rarely capable of loving a criminal. And so, I wouldn't tell him.

"Pete, I have to go, but I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"See you tomorrow, babe. Love you." He nodded as he leant down and pecked my lips again.

"Love you too." I smiled, making him return it and bite his lip as I turned and started to walk towards the school doors.

I crouched on the roof of the bank, my body clad in my black catsuit and my face completely covered by my also black mask as I opened the roof hatch to the bank.

"Here we go, Queens." I mumbled to myself before jumping down into the bank. I landed flawlessly with one hand on the floor in between my feet, my claws and heels clicking as I landed. Everyone gasped, people's eyes widening as I stood up straight.

"Everyone stay calm, and no one call the cops. All I need is the money, I don't want to hurt anyone. Just give me the money, keep your hands where I can see them, and I won't have to use these." I nodded, making everyone gasp and cry out again as I raised my claws and flexed them for everyone to see.

"Please just take it, don't hurt us." the bank teller gulped as she immediately grabbed a bag and started to fill it with cash.

"That's what I want too, Susan, stay calm and that's what'll happen." I reassured, everyone cowering and whimpering as she started to hand me the bags of money. After all, whilst I was fully about that criminal lifestyle, I wasn't about intentionally hurting people in the process.

"I figured that you'd be sick of robbing banks by now. I guess not." My jaw clenched, my eyes rolling underneath my mask as that fucking voice rang out. I looked over my shoulder, the asshole that was Spider-Man leaning casually against the door of the bank with one hand whilst the other rested sassily on his hip.

"Robbing banks is how I can afford to take you out to dinner, baby." I subtly flirted. The hero's mask shifted, telling me that whoever was underneath it was smirking as he pushed off from the wall and sauntered towards me.

"I thought that it was meant to be me taking you out to dinner." He nodded.

"I've just robbed a bank, tonight is on me." I continued.

"It's a shame that I can't let you leave with the money then, isn't it?" He quipped back.

"What a shame that you won't be able to stop me." I returned before finally deciding that I'd had enough of the flirtatious banter. I raised my heeled foot and drove it towards his face.

"Woah!" He yelled out, the hero clearly not having anticipated my move as he quickly leant his body to the side to prevent the heel from impaling his face.

"You're playing dirty, babe, not giving me a warning." He scoffed.

"I'm a villain, it's what I do." I shrugged before punching my fist out. He caught it with his strong hand, making me groan out as I lifted the heavy bag of money and swung it towards his face. His white eyes widened.

"Oh, shit-." the bag hit the side of his face square on, a groan leaving the hero's lips as he let go of my hand and fell to the floor.

"Stay down, Spidey, I don't want to hurt you." I shook my head before starting to run towards the doors.

"You know that I can't do that." I yelped out as I was suddenly stopped in my tracks. I tried to lift my foot, but found that I couldn't. I looked down and groaned in annoyance, strings of white web gluing one of my feet to the floor and Spider-Man's arm outstretched from his position on the ground metres away from me.

"Now who's playing dirty?" I teased as he stood up and walked to me.

"Come on, make this easy for both of us, turn yourself in-." I once again cut him off by lifting my free foot and driving it back towards his face. But this time, he stopped it. My eyes widened, my heart leaping in my chest as his fingers tightly wrapped around my ankle, my heel being stopped only an inch away from his white eye. Fuck, that's hot, I thought to myself as he stared at me.

"For someone who doesn't want to hurt me, you sure are trying to impale me with your heel a lot." He nodded, making me yelp out again as he pushed my foot away from his face, the force of which made me fall forward onto my hands and knees.

"I'll take that." He spoke cheerfully as he plucked the bag of money from my hand.

"And I think that I'll take you too." He nodded as he grabbed my wrists and forced them behind my back.

"As much as I'd love that, I've got to bounce. Sorry." I shrugged before whipping out my claws again. I sliced Spider-Man's hands with them, making the hero cry out in pain and let me go as he stumbled back. I took the opportunity to quickly roll onto my back and lean down. I swiped my claws against the web, the strings cutting with ease and releasing my ankle. I shot up and ran out of the bank, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping through me as I jumped back onto the roof of the bank and started to run. I may have left without the money, but that had been the closest that I'd ever been to actually getting caught by Spider-Man, and so I figured that it was better to escape with my freedom than the money. I jumped over a few more buildings, my heels rapidly clicking against the roofs as I tried to get far enough away from the bank so that the cops and Spider-Man wouldn't come after me. Once I figured that I was far enough away, I slowed down.

"Fucks' sake." I puffed out, my body collapsing to a sitting position on the concrete out of exhaustion as I pulled my mask off. What a fucking shitshow that was, I thought to myself as I stared out over Queens. Even if things went badly, I was usually still able to come away with a couple of grand at least, but today I'd achieved a big fat fucking nothing. And all because of Spider-Man.

"Fucking asshole." I mumbled and shook my head. Suddenly, my ears pricked up. My eyebrows furrowed, my extra sensitive hearing picking up quiet but yet still there mumbles. The issue was that I was the only one on the roof.

"Son of a bitch-ow." I heard the voice hiss. I looked around as I tried to find the source. And then I saw him. My eyes widened, anger starting to bubble up inside of me as I saw Spider-Man land on the next roof along from me. The hero hadn't seen me, his white eyes too fixated on the cuts that I'd left on his hands to look anywhere else. He sat down on the edge of the roof, making me clench my jaw as I stood up from mine.

"Time to end this." I spat to myself as I whipped my claws out again. But then...the hero took his mask off. And with the simple removal of the spandex, I started to feel my whole world crumble around me. My eyes wavered, my heart plummeting to my feet and a painfully overwhelming numbness starting to creep over my body as I saw the unruly curls, the gorgeous chocolate eyes, and the thin lips that made up my Peter. My Peter. I immediately retracted my claws again and stumbled back a few steps, my heart feeling like it was suffocating me as I tried desperately to comprehend what I was seeing. That Peter was Spider-Man. That my boyfriend of a year, the love of my life...was my enemy. And what was worse, he obviously didn't know that I was his enemy either, given that we'd never talked about it, and we were still together. I didn't know what to think, I didn't know what to feel, apart from utterly fucking terrified. I didn't care about beating Spider-Man before I knew who he was, before I knew that our everyday lives were so intertwined. I bit my lip, tears starting to run down my face as the worst case scenarios started to hit me. What would happen if I told him? What would happen if I didn't? I was a villain, I was evil in his eyes, I hated to admit it but I didn't have faith that he'd still want to be with me if he found out. He'd be fucking heartbroken, he would never be able to look at me in the same way again. But at the same time, if I didn't tell him, we'd continue to hurt each other physically. I already felt so fucking awful at having scratched him now, what would happen if I hurt him more in the future, or worse, accidentally killed him? I had to tell him, I had to. After all, I would rather hurt us both emotionally than continue to hurt him physically and risk killing him. I choked and shook my head, my heart breaking into a million pieces as I picked up my mask and put it back against my face with shaking hands. I ran and jumped off of the roof, my body not feeling like my own anymore as I started to rush home.

I wandered into school, the anxiety that had taken over my body making me feel numb as I walked through the halls like a zombie. After all, today was the day that I was telling Peter who I was, and, well...telling him that I was leaving behind my life of crime to instead become his partner. If he would have me, that was. God I hoped that he'd have me. I had no other option at this point. I looked up, my eyes wavering and my heart jumping in my chest as I saw Peter at his locker. I gulped harshly, half of my mind screaming at me that this was a horrible idea whilst the other half told me that I had to do this if I had any chance of staying Peter's girlfriend. And so, as much as I hated it, the latter argument won. I walked towards him, my boyfriend looking up and clocking me as I approached him. His lips curled into a smile.

"Hey, baby, how was your family thing?" He chuckled as he leant down and pecked my lips. I tried my hardest to return it like normal, though it was hard with my lungs forcing out every ounce of air that I got into them.

"Y-yeah, um...it was good, but I need to talk to you." I gulped. His eyebrows furrowed, his smile dipping as concern spread over his face.

"Is everything okay, angel? You look terrified." He stated.

"That's because I am." I admitted, making his eyes widen as I took his hand and pulled him into an empty nearby classroom. I shut the door behind us before turning to face him.

"Baby, talk to me, you're scaring me." He gulped. I returned it, tears already pricking my eyes from the anxiety as I nervously fiddled with my fingers.

"I, um...I need to tell you something, but I need you to promise that you won't hate me." I shook my head. Peter's eyebrows furrowed again.

"Baby, I could never hate you. Please, what is it?" He urged. I took a deep breath and timidly flicked my gaze up to meet his.

"I'm...Black Cat." I admitted, my heart almost bursting out of my chest as I uttered the simple and yet fateful words. Peter's eyes widened, my boyfriend's mouth slowly but surely falling open at my confession.

"Y...y-you're Black Cat-." "And I know that you're Spider-Man too." I nodded. His eyes somehow got even wider, his hands raising to his curls as he stared at me in utter shock.

"And you know that I'm Spider-Man too. Oh my god." He gulped as he turned away from me. I bit my lip, my eyes wavering as tears started to leave my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Pete-."

"S-sorry, you're SORRY?! Wait, how long have you known that I'm Spider-Man?!" He scoffed as he turned back to face me. "I only found out last night. I saw you on the roof after you stopped me at the bank, but you didn't see me. I swear to god that I haven't been fighting you knowing that you're him." I choked and shook my head.

"No, but you have been fighting me knowing that what I do is help people, and what you do fucks people's lives up." He nodded as he pointed at the ground.

"I-I know, Peter, I know who I am, and I'm so sorry-."

"Why the fuck are you telling me this? You know that I can't in good conscience date a literal supervillain, right?" He spat.

"I'm telling you this because I'm going to become a superhero instead." I nodded. He looked at me, his red and puffy eyes staring at my own as his eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" He scoffed. I sighed and gulped.

"The second that I saw you take the mask off, I knew that we were fucked. I knew that I either kept this from you, and risked us physically hurting each other and potentially killing each other, or I told you, and risked hurting you emotionally, and breaking us up. But I decided that hurting you emotionally was better than risking killing you, risking doing something that I really couldn't take back. But this is how I make this work. I knew from the second that I saw you that you wouldn't want to date a villain, your moral compass is too strong for that, and I respect that. But I also can't live without you. So, I'd much rather become a hero, become your partner, and be able to keep you, than continue being a villain and lose you because of that. I can't lose you, Pete. I can't." I cried and shook my head. Peter clenched his jaw at me, tears streaming down his own face as he stared at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, his face was completely emotionless, and that was killing me right now.

"You're really willing to do that? You're really willing to give up crime, to become a hero instead in order to save our relationship?" He asked, somewhat hopefully. Though, maybe that tone was just wishful thinking on my part.

"Yeah, I am. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Peter, I would never forgive myself if I lost you because of my criminality and my refusal to stop. I'd lose being a villain any day over losing you." I choked. He sighed, making me gulp as he turned back to face me and walked towards me.

"Okay, look. If we're going to do this, we need some ground rules. The first thing that you'll need to do is get it publicly out there that you're no longer a villain, people won't trust you to help them if they still think that you're a criminal. But also, I swear to god, you cannot go back to crime. I can't in good conscience date someone who is a villain. If you're serious about being good, being a hero, I can teach you how to be that, we can work together to help people. But if you ever go back to villainy...we're done. I'm sorry, babe, because I love you, but we will be done if you ever go back to a life of crime." He shook his head.

"It's okay, Pete, I completely understand why. But I promise you. I want to make this change, and I want to stick to it. For both of us." I promised. He sighed and gave me a small smile, making me return it as he gently ran his hands up and down my arms.

"Fuck me. Only we could end up in a relationship where one of us is a hero, one of us is a villain and we constantly fight without knowing." He teased, making me chuckle and shake my head at my goofy but still lovable boyfriend always trying to make a joke of the situation. But that was why I loved him.

"Only us." I agreed, making him return my chuckle before leaning down and gently kissing me.