Requested by _ImASimp05_: Y/N is at the bank, but it's getting robbed, and it's a moment of wrong place at the wrong time. Peter comes to help and thinks that it was Y/N robbing the bank, so he breaks up with her. After some talking, she manages to convince him that it wasn't her.

I drove my heel into the face of the thug, making him groan as the action made him fall to the floor.

"How are you doing, babe?!" I yelled as I turned around and harshly scratched my nails across the face of another bad guy, also making him collapse in pain.

"I'm good! You?!" Peter shouted in return, my boyfriend jumping from wall to wall of the alleyway that we were in as he restrained the bad guys using his webs.

"Oh, I'm amazing." I smirked, my heart pounding harshly with adrenaline as I kicked the last thug in the chest. I puffed out as I looked around, the unconscious or tied-up bodies of the criminals littering the concrete ground around us as Peter jumped down from the wall.

"Another job well done, angel." He nodded as he walked to me and curled his arms around my waist.

"Damn right." I smirked, making his mask shift to tell me that he was returning it as he leant down and pecked my lips through our masks. It had been two months since Peter and I had found out each other's secret identities, making it two months since I had become a superhero instead of a supervillain. And, well, it had gone a lot better than I had expected. Understandably, the people of Queens had been very hesitant to trust me when I had said that I was switching sides, but Peter had helped me by making sure that I also got recognition for the crimes that we were stopping, and so soon enough, I started to be branded a superhero. Whilst I admittedly did miss crime every so often, there was a different type of high that came with saving people instead, and being able to work alongside Peter was something that would always make the change worth it. He would always be worth it. Suddenly, we broke the kiss, both of us looking up as my ears pricked, and Peter's Spidey-Senses also obviously picked up whatever I was hearing. We looked back down at each other.

"Robbery." We both nodded at the same time.

"Let's go." He smirked, making me giggle and bite my lip as he took my hand and we ran out of the alleyway.

I stood in the queue at the bank, the building quietly buzzing with people who were waiting to be served. I puffed out and looked down at my phone as it buzzed. I smiled and bit my lip, my heart still somehow fluttering at the sight of a text from Peter, even after a year with him.

Spidey-boy: What you up to? :) x.

I bit my lip and started to type out a response. But then, just before I could press 'send'...it happened.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN, AND NO ONE WILL GET HURT!" I looked up, my eyes widening and everyone gasping as three armed gunmen ran into the bank.

"DO AS HE SAYS UNLESS YOU WANT A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD!" The second one yelled, everyone jumping and screaming as he raised his gun and fired at the ceiling.

"Holy shit." I gulped as I quickly ducked down and covered my head with my hands. I flicked my eyes up to look at the gunmen as they ran to the bank teller, my heart racing in my chest as I tried to figure out how the fuck to get out of here so that I could come back as Black Cat. After all, I had no idea how long Peter would be, if he was even patrolling tonight, and so I figured that I was potentially the only chance to stop this. I bit my lip, my eyes glued to the gunmen to make sure that they wouldn't notice me as I slowly but surely crept backwards so that I was eventually hidden behind one of the opaque counters. As soon as I was hidden, I started to strip off, my black catsuit underneath my clothes being visible within seconds as I threw my top and jeans off. I grabbed my mask and boots from my bag before pulling them on, my suit now fully covering me as I flexed my claws. I shuffled along the floor from behind the counter to be as close to the door as possible before jumping out. Everyone gasped and screamed again at my entrance, the gunmen's eyes widening as they whipped around.

"Strapped for cash, are we?" I teased as I started to saunter towards them with my claws out.

"Black Cat?! You fucking traitor, you used to help people like us with these jobs." The main one spat.

"I know for a fact that that's not true, as a villain, I worked alone. Hand the cash over, or you're going to have some very nasty scratches from a very big kitty." I warned.

"Go fuck yourself." The second one spat before raising his gun. He fired it, making everyone scream and cower again as I leant my body to the side and dodged the bullet with ease. I raced forward and slashed my claws across his face. He cried out in pain as he cupped his now bleeding cheek, giving me the perfect opportunity to take his gun. I rammed the end of it into his nose, making him cry out again as the force knocked him to the floor. I held the gun properly before firing at the third guy's leg. He cried out in pain just like the second guy had done, him falling to the floor easily enough as he cupped his bleeding leg desperately with his hands. I aimed the gun at the main guy, making him clench his jaw and also point his gun at me as his spare hand held the duffel bag full of money.

"I don't want to have to shoot you too." I shook my head.

"Fuck you, bitch." He spat before I could hear his finger start to squeeze the trigger. I quickly reacted and fired at the arm holding the gun, making him scream as he immediately dropped it. I grabbed the duffel bag as he fell, all three of them squirming and crying in pain as I stood over them.

"Thanks, boys, I'll take this." I nodded as I held the bag up.

"Hey, guys, forget your pin number-Black Cat?" I looked up as I heard Peter's voice. He stood at the doors of the bank in his full suit, his white eyes wide as he looked at me.

"Hey, Spidey." I chuckled as I walked towards him. He stared at me, his eyes darting around the bank before going back to me.

"Wh-what the fuck happened?!" He scoffed.

"These guys robbed the bank, I stopped them." I shrugged. His eyes flicked down to the duffel bag that I was holding before slowly raising back up to me.

"And yet you're the one holding the bag." He nodded. My eyebrows furrowed at him.

"Yeah, because I stopped them-."

"Fucking unbelievable." He scoffed and shook his head, making my eyes widen as he walked back out onto the street before launching himself into the air with his webs.

"Spidey, wait!" I yelled as I dropped the bag before running after him. I jumped up the wall and onto the roof, anxiety starting to fill me as I landed on the concrete top to the building. Peter pulled his mask off, my boyfriend pacing the space with his jaw clenched as I also pulled my mask off too.

"Peter, what's going on-."

"What's going on is that I just responded to a bank robbery, and I've gotten there to find YOU holding the fucking bag." He spat as he turned to face me. My eyes widened, my heart plummeting to my feet as it finally clicked why he was so mad.

"Oh my god. You think that it was me robbing the bank." I choked.

"That's definitely what it looks like, Y/N. It looks like you were working with whoever the fuck those thugs were, and that you double-crossed them before taking the money. I can't fucking believe this. TWO MONTHS you lasted. That's it!" He yelled.

"Peter, what the fuck?! You have this all wrong! I was at the bank, to cash in my OWN money, and it started to get robbed! I snuck into the back to get into my suit and then I stopped them! I had nothing to do with the robbery!" I exclaimed and shook my head.

"You really expect me to believe that?! You really expect me to believe that it was literally just a case of you being in the wrong place at the wrong time?!" He yelled.

"Yes, because that's what happened!" I screamed back, tears starting to roll down my skin as the magnitude of what was happening started to hit me. Peter scoffed and shook his head as he continued to pace.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but I just don't believe you. I followed you on the news when you were a villain, I know that you liked to work with people and then betray them once you got what you wanted. It fits your MO too perfectly. And you knew that I'd break up with you if you went back to crime." He mumbled as he looked down at the roof. My eyes wavered, my heart once again dropping to my stomach as I realised what he was saying. He was breaking up with me. Over a robbery that I had stopped, let alone been involved in.

"Peter, please don't do this. I swear to fucking god, I swear on our relationship that I wasn't involved-."

"That doesn't give me much hope, considering that we don't have a relationship anymore." He shook his head. I choked at his words, an overwhelming sense of numbness starting to creep into my body as my brain and heart realised that I was losing the love of my life.

"Peter." I choked quietly. He bit his lip and shook his head as he looked at me, his red and puffy eyes telling me that this was breaking him too.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am." He mumbled before walking to the edge of the roof again and jumping. I bit my lip and shook my head, my heart breaking into a million pieces as I collapsed onto my knees. I gripped my chest tightly, my claws digging into my suit as I silently sobbed. Everything hurt, everything felt like it was ending as I desperately tried to understand what had just happened. Peter had just broken up with me. He had just ended our relationship. Over a fucking misunderstanding, too. That was what hurt the most. The fact that no matter what I'd said, even when I'd sworn on our relationship, he still hadn't believed me. He hadn't trusted me. That was what was breaking my heart the most. And right now, I doubted that it would ever stop.

~Two days later~

I lay in my bed, my eyes blankly glued to the wall as I just lay there. It had been two days since Peter had broken up with me over the bank robbery, and I hadn't even left my bed since. I felt completely numb, I felt fucking broken. I felt as if nothing would be okay. I knew that we were still young, but I truly believed that I had found the love of my life in Peter, and so it was tearing me apart to think that a misunderstanding had cost us that happiness, one that we'd potentially never get back again. I choked and shook my head, my eyes squeezing shut as fresh tears rolled down my face and started to soak my already wet pillow. I peeled my eyes open again as I heard a gentle knock on my door.

"Mom, please just leave me alone." I choked.

"It's me." My heart jumped, my eyes widening as his soft voice sounded instead of my mom's. I gulped harshly, my anxiety spiking as I sat up. I had wanted to see Peter desperately for the last two days to try and make this right, but now that he was right outside of my door, I was fucking terrified to see him again. But I knew that I had to. I gulped again and took a deep breath before standing up. I walked slowly to my door, my heart in my throat almost suffocating me as I eventually got to it and gently opened it. Peter looked at me timidly, the boy nervously looking at me through his curls as he came into my view.

"C-can we talk? The news articles about the robbery came out, and, u-um...all of the witnesses said that you didn't come in with the gunmen, that you...that you saved them." He admitted quietly. My eyes wavered, a massive feeling of relief washing over me at Peter finally speaking the truth, and actually sounding like he believed it. But then, there was the issue of him not trusting me in the first place to deal with. I left the door open as I walked away from it, making Peter gulp and move into my room as I sat on my bed. He gently shut the door before sitting next to me, a somewhat awkward silence filling the space as I looked down, and he tried to catch my gaze.

"Fucks' sake-I'm sorry, baby, I really fucking am. I'm sorry for all of it, because I should have believed you. I-I just, I saw you in the bank, and my mind immediately went back to all of the times where you have been the one stealing, and I've stopped you. I got stuck in that old mindset. I'm so fucking sorry." He choked and shook his head. I gulped and bit my lip as I looked at him.

"Peter, it's the fact that you didn't believe me. You wouldn't listen to me, you wouldn't trust me even when I swore on our relationship. It took witnesses coming out and saying that I did stop the robbery for you to believe me. Who the fuck believes random strangers over their girlfriend of a year?" I scoffed and returned the head shake.

"I know, angel, I know that I fucked up. But believe me when I say that I want the chance to make it right. I already miss you so fucking much in the little time that we've spent apart, and that was before I even read that article. I felt even worse when I saw how wrong I was. I want you back, baby." He gulped. I sighed and looked at him. Whilst I wanted to be mad at him, whilst I wanted to say 'no' purely out of spite for him not having believed me, I couldn't deny how much I'd missed him too in only the couple of days that we'd been broken up for. Peter was truly the love of my life, my whole body fucking ached when I wasn't with him. And so whilst we definitely needed to talk about him trusting me more and believing me, I wasn't going to deny myself, or him, the happiness of us being together again just for the sake of being petty.

"I can't lie, Pete, I've missed you so much too. So, yes, we can get back together, but on one condition. You have to be able to trust me. You can't second-guess me every time that I'm at the scene of a crime, you can't doubt me and automatically assume that I was the criminal. Our relationship is never going to work if you're always doubting me, and I always know that you don't believe me. So, we get back together, but only if you can learn to trust me again." I shook my head.

"That's fair, baby, I completely agree. But yes. I'm one-hundred-percent willing to learn to trust you again. I love you, so much, so learning to trust you again is infinitely easier than losing you. I can't lose you again." He choked.

"Good. Because I can't lose you again either." I returned before leaning in and gently hugging him. He returned it, the boy nuzzling his face into my hair as I gently played with his curls. He pulled back but only enough to look at me as he leant in and kissed me instead. I returned it immediately, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand curling around his neck to pull him closer as I let the kiss already start to mend my broken heart. This may have been a bump in the road of our relationship, it was obvious that we had a long way to go, but I trusted that we'd make it. We had to.

"I love you, angel. So fucking much." Peter mumbled as he broke the kiss and gently pressed our foreheads together.

"I love you too, Pete. So fucking much." I repeated, making him smile and bite his lip as he gently pulled me into his loving arms again. The loving arms that were truly my safe space. And I hoped that that would never change.