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As my bestie @bookaddict05 said “write me a modern Cinderella story but marvel” okay so yes she’s dragging me out of my writers block by my hair, so what imma try it.

Female Reader x

So anywho here’s ur modern Cinderella story.

Slipping on my baby blue converse I finally finish my outfit for the day, I look out of the window and it was quite sunny for New York, I shrug it off and grab my denim jacket which if I do say myself goes perfectly with the white dress I am wearing. I look in my mirror once more, fixing my golden hair once again before grabbing my keys and phone, stuffing both in my pockets.

Todays the day, I finally get to get out and go to the market. Finally.

“Y/NN!!” My stepmother shouts from the other room, I open the door to the room and smoke flows out of the clouded room. Wafting it away with one hand I squint to see my stepmother. “you called?” I say with a sweet smile “make yourself useful and grab me a pack of cigarettes while you are out” she shouts back a little too loud, i nod and close the door leaving her to engulf the room in smoke once more, once more am i glad we are broke, there is no fire alarm in this apartment complex. Meaning the wicked witch of Brooklyn, my step mother can stay in her room and be antisocial as she wants. As long as she doesn’t come and make my life more of a living hell. Enough of that, I grab my purse and head out of the apartment.

Walking the streets of NewYork is scary enough with the catcalling however now we have superhero’s, which of course comes hand in hand with the villains. Luckily enough the walk to the market didn’t hold any attacks so far, in the market I grab some fruits and a few packs of cigarettes as requested, I buy a few more things. As I walk out of the market I see a shoe stall, my eyes flicker over the shoes, one pair caught my eyes. I glittery pair of heels. $20. Goddamn it, so expensive. I sigh but as it seems the universe likes me today. “Hey you girl” someone says as I turn to walk away. I slowly turn around seeing red and blue, I look up a little and groan a bit, as I said earlier hero’s. And as it seems, the vigilante Spider-Man is stood in front of me.

“Can I help you?” I say looking at his mask finding it a bit weird to be talking to someone’s mask as due to being an actual human I am used to looking into peoples eyes to have a conversation not their lenses.. “did your see anyone in a purple and green outfit? old dude, kinda creepy looking fella.” He asks, as if I’m his last hope in finding whoever he is looking for. “Uh yeah, he went that way” i point down the rows of stalls, obviously lying to get this hero off of my back. The masked man does what I’d say to be a relieved sigh, he reaches into his pockets and hands me a $20 note then he says “get those shoes, they suit a damsel like you” just before he runs off the way I pointed. Just my luck, I shrug and buy the shoes, his treat.

I tumble into the apartment with those stupid paper bags in my arms, I dump the bags on the table in the kitchen, i then grab the packs of cigarettes and go to give them to my stepmother. I open the door and she is looking through her wardrobe, dresses are scattered on her bed. “I got you your cancer sticks..what’s the occasion?” I say curiously, as she never goes out.

“Get ready we have been invited to the tower for a party. Do you remember my friend Doctor Osborn? he scored us tickets to get in” she points at me as she takes the boxes of cigarettes and closes her door. I guess I should dress up then.

first though I put the shopping away, grabbing the heels and walking to my room. I flick through my clothes I own and find the perfect dress, a light blue satin dress, to go with this I choose my best jewellery. Gold of course, I put on the new heels and do my makeup and hair. An hour later I’m ready to do.

“Y/n hurry the fuck up our ride is here” my stepmom shouts from the other side of my door. I step out of the room and she huffs “you look like a slut” she mutters before walking to the door, I walk behind her as we go to the car, we then drive to the avengers complex.

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Upon entering, we had no problem, we walk into the complex, there was like five bars in one room. That’s cool I guess “right now piss off and meet out front at 11:50 or I’m leaving you here, understood?” She says to me with a hint of hatred toward me. “Okay have fun” I say as she walks away.

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I look around, grabbing a drink, while waiting I see a boy with brown hair. Cute. I keep looking around seeing all of the avengers in their party attire. The bartender slides the drink along the counter and just as I go to pay someone slides their card onto the scanner, I look over and it’s the same brunette I saw earlier, he smirks at me as he looks over to the bartender “put it on my tab Nat” he says with a wink to the girl.

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I take the drink, knowing it’s not been spiked, of course I took it, a hot man just paid for it. “Thankyou” I say blushing a little “my pleasure damsel, nice shoes by the way” he smiles as he bites his lip a little, I smile at the boy while he orders his own drink, in this time I take the opportunity to look over the man. A dark blue suit and tie is contrasting against his white polo shirt, fancy.

-

Time flies, me and the man dance.A .Lot. we never ask any questions about one another, we didn’t exactly need to.

It only seemed like an hours dance but unknowingly to me it was already 11:55, I saw my stepmother from across the room, she looked pissed off, I excuse myself from the man and go over.

-

That was the last thing I remember, I am now locked in my room, the same outfit from the previous night on, my stepmother smoking in her room, there’s then a knock on the door, followed by “excuse me can whoever lives here open the door please” a deep familiar voice says. I can hear clattering and curse words outside my door. I crack the door open a little to see. Yes I picked the lock, can you blame me i am a curious creature.

And there he is. Spider-Man in my living room.

“We have received an anonymous tip that Doctor Norman Osborn is in this apartment. We have a warrant to search the place” he says sternly.

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I keep quiet as the house is searched, I sit on my bed as he bursts through the door of my room. He freezes before closing the door and taking his mask off. “It’s you” he says in shock “it’s me” I smile a little “you can’t live here anymore, your mom is hiding a criminal in here, come to the avengers compound and live with us” he pleas holding a hand out for me to take.