Black Cat and Spider-Punk were finally on a mission together. After a week or so of Hobie annoying you into agreeing to take him with you, you finally obliged.

The mission? Someone hired Black Cat to get back a stolen family heirloom.

Your thievery didn't bother Hobie, being as you usually helped the poor and discriminated with the earnings from your heists.

You're like Robin Hood...

Kind of.

Sort of.

Maybe.

“So, how are you getting on with your thief gig and all that anyways?”

Hobie asks with a smirk on his face under the mask.

You knew you shouldn’t have let him help with this; he has a habit of fucking around and causing a wreck.

But he was just so cute when he begged, and you have such a major weak spot for him...

You glare at him from under your domino mask, just a little.

The smirk turns into a grin. He's glad you can't see it. Your glaring would intensify.

“Come on, kitty-cat. Don’t give me the grump face.”

He coos, gripping your chin with his finger and thumb and tipping your head back so you were focusing on him instead of the security panel you were trying to disengage.

Hobie was, at the best of times, distracting.

At the worst of times? Too hot for his own good.

"Spider, you're doing that thing again."

You state, a little irritated.

"What thing?"

he replies innocently, tilting his head like he can't possibly understand what you're talking about, while knowing exactly what you mean and exactly what he's doing.