A/N: So, I remember ages and ages ago I said I was going to do a one-shot spin-off series and I just… didn't. Lol. But here I am! I got in the mood for writing a scene between Peter and Adara and this just appeared on the page. It's not anything exciting, just a nice moment between these two dorks who both have my heart. I figured I would upload this considering I was posting a short, teaser for Endgame on the main story anyway. Anyway, let me get into a bit more explanation.

So, this is going to become a one-shot series I update every once and a while, probably more often over this GCSE period when I can't really write Endgame (as there's no script online). Plus, I've got a lot of ideas for one-shots that I want to write. I've got ideas for a couple of Hydra ones, a couple of action ones and ones between Adara and various Avengers. BUT, if any of y'all have any ideas or suggestions for chapters then PLEASE review and tell me because I totally want to give y'all something for all the support you've given me on Hidden Plain Sight!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this absolutely adorable one-shot (btw it's set after the Abaddon arc but before the Adara mind-wipe arc)!

Swimming Pool

Oscorp Tower

December 2016

Adara picked up the knife and held it up so the light coming from her desk lamp and squinted. It glinted and she noticed there was a scratch on its surface. Sighing, she put it back on the desk along with the cloth she had been wiping it with. It had been a brutal fight, an ex-Hydra member turned hitman. She had been attempting to tracking him down for a while, her and Harry had been pulling all nighters for a shred of intel. Adara had recognised him as one of the men who had trained her how to use a knife. So, that meant, when they finally came face-to-face, fighting him had been near impossible, they were almost evenly matched. But she had managed to get the upper hand when she had twisted his arm and stabbed him in the gut.

He had been arrested and she was left with nothing but a flesh wound where he had almost stabbed her on the side. Nothing she couldn't heal within an hour, now there wasn't even a scar there anymore.

She glanced at the time, half past two. She should probably get to sleep. Then again, despite her exhaustion from fighting, she couldn't bring herself to get into bed. Maybe it was her being silly, maybe it was seeing a familiar Hydra face. Either way, sleep wouldn't come easy tonight. Sighing, she contemplated the matter, picking up the knife and fiddling with it in her hand. She did have school tomorrow, and late nights left her more prone to falling asleep in Math, which never made Mr Birling happy, not that he liked her much in the first place.

Noise.

She jumped to her feet, knife in her hand. Where had that come from? She turned to glance out her window, but saw nothing but the bright lights of Queens and Manhattan across the river. She was high that she pretty much had a view of everything. Yet, whatever had caused the noise must've come from inside.

She walked over to her desk drawer where she kept the 'emergency gun' and crept towards the door that led to the corridor. She cracked it open, careful not to make a sound as she peeked around. No one.

For a second, she was confused. Had she imagined it?

Then.

"Pst, Dara," whispered someone from above.

She turned and pointed her gun at the ceiling before her eyes adjusted.

"Pete?!" She said in a shouty-whisper, "what the hell? Did you break in?"

"Harry's window was open," he said, dropping off the ceiling, "you can stop pointing the gun at me now."

"Oh, right," she clicked on the safety and glanced back at him, "what are you doing? It's, like, two in the morning."

"Well," he pulled off his mask, "I was just finishing a late-night patrol and saw something and got a great idea. I figured you'd be up because… well…"

"I usually am," she finished for him.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Well, what's the great idea?"

"I saw a public pool and figured me… you…" he mimed what could've been either front crawl or breaststroke, either way the technique was rough.

"Go swimming?" She blinked, "what is this? A teenage rom-com? It's two o'clock in the morning, Pete, what's the point of breaking into swimming pools?"

"Because it's fun and neither of us were getting to sleep anyway."

She looked at him, long and hard. Even in the dark light, her green eyes were still as vivid as ever.

"Okay, fine," she nodded, "I'm convinced. Plus, I get a kick out of breaking the law. Let me get my suit."

"The Bluebell. Infiltrator, shapeshifter and superhero extraordinaire that can break and sneak into anywhere without problem meets her greatest enemy: The swimming pool window."

"Shut the fuck up," she hissed, though they were both only joking.

"I can just smash the window."

"No way, that's property damage."

"I thought you got a kick out of breaking the law."

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?"

He laughed.

The two of them were on the roof of the public pool, standing on a glass roof. Adara was currently trying to pick the lock to one of the window so the two of them could slip in without an issue however, she wasn't doing a great job. The lock was harder than any lock in any Hydra base. It didn't help that her hands were shaking thanks to the fact that she was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt (listen, she wasn't expecting to be stuck on a roof, failing to unlock a window). Peter was sitting next to her, holding his mask in one hand and watching her in amusement as she struggled. He was no help at all

She felt something click and leant down as she twisted her lockpick.

Suddenly, the window turned open and she slipped right through.

"Woah!" She yelled before someone caught her by the ankle.

"How's it hanging?" Peter asked, looking down at her, his hair flopping in his face as he grinned like an idiot.

"Enjoying the view?" She retorted, folding her arms as she dangled upside down.

"Why are you wearing shorts anyway?"

"Why are you wearing red tights?"

"I can drop you, you know."

"Hey, no wait-"

Peter took them both down smoothly using a one of his webs and down to the pool. It was deathly quiet, and all the overhead lights were off. It was almost pitch black. She dug into her pocket and pulled out her phone, turning on the torch as she got a better look around. She spotted the 'employees only' room and gestured for Peter.

"Hey, can you break the lock?"

"What happened to not damaging property?"

"I'm inconsistent as a person."

Her twisted the handle violently enough that there was a snap, and the door swung gently open. She used the torch to find what she was looking for.

"Here," she said, opening the electric box, "hey, Pete, which one is for the swimming pool light?"

He gave her a look, "the one marked 'swimming pool light.'"

"Oh, right."

She flicked it on and, when they walked back into the pool area, it was lit by a cool, blue hue. She kicked off her trainers and dipped her toe in. Mild, not too cold but not too warm.

"The water's fine."

She turned to glance at Peter who had pressed the middle of his suit, so it suddenly went loose and crumpled to the floor, leaving him in just swimming shorts. He was sorting his suit out and probably didn't notice her staring. God, he was fit. Muscled arms, sculptures abs and defined shoulder muscles. If he weren't a sixteen year old boy, she thought, he could easily be on the cover of a GQ magazine or something. His hair was a mess too, his so-called 'mask hair.' He hated it, but she would often mess his usually neatly brushed hair on burbles because she thought it looked cuter.

"Dara?"

"Huh," she was snapped back to reality, "what?"

"Something distracting you?" He raised an eyebrow.

If it hadn't been for the dark lighting, he would've seen her cheeks go pink as she crossed her arms over her chest. Then, an idea struck her and she pulled off her t-shirt and shorts. Now she was just in her bikini which, admittedly, she did feel a little self-conscious about. Not because of her weight or anything (she was a shapeshifter, after all) but of the scars that sat on each shoulder. Two gunshot wounds after two separate encounters with Hydra, neither of which she seemed to be able to heal. They were scars permanently etched into her skin.

Peter, on the other hand, didn't think Adara had any need to be self conscious, not that she was visibly showing that she was. She had long, tanned legs and more than healthy skin. While she wasn't ripped like Peter was, she still had the lines of a six pack on her stomach and strong muscles on her back and arms. Yet, she was also fairly curvy, it was hard for him not to stare for too long.

She took a step closer, "guess we're both easily distracted."

"I guess so," he took a step forward too.

The two couldn't help themselves, the heat rising from both their faces, as he gripped her hand and pressed his lips against hers.

God, so many people would be pissed if they could see her now. Steve and Nat would've been furious knowing that Adara had broken into a public pool and, now, while practically naked, was making out with a boy who was also nearly naked. Luka and Hydra? Well, they'd be shaking in heir boots to see their project so far fallen from grace. Besides, if she knew that this would piss off a group of nazis led by her more than abusive father, then all the more reason to do it.

And who could blame them? As Peter squeezed her she and wrapped his other arm around her waist while she cupped his face with both her hands, bodies pressed close to one another. While both were experienced, neither were mature. They were just a pair of teenagers who had broken into a swimming pool and were making out. It was almost normal, the rule breaking, the snogging. Even though Peter's suit was just in the corner, their superhero lives felt so far away in that moment as the she staggered backwards, still gripping him.

When her foot slipped, she didn't let go and pulled him down into the pool with her. As they were plunged in, there was confusion as both suddenly came swimming right back up to the surface. Peter coughed and sputtered for a moment, rubbing the water out of his eyes while Adara grinned at him like an idiot.

"Smooth," she remarked.

"You dragged me in," he accused.

She lay on her back, using her legs to kick herself so she drifted slowly away from him. "I was falling in myself," she said, "we both go down together, don't we?"

"What if I couldn't swim?"

"Well, then I'd ask why you took us to a public pool. Besides, obviously you can as you're treading water without issue."

"It was hypothetical."

She obviously wasn't listening anymore as she began doing backstroke with a technique elegant enough to be an Olympian swimmer (not that Peter knew how good you had to be that).

"Hey," she asked, "where did you learn to swim?"

"Ben paid for lessons for a bit before he decided he could do a better job himself for free. He and May taught me together, which wasn't great because neither agreed with each other on what technique was better." Peter swam over to where she had stopped to laze around on her back. "Where did you learn?" He asked.

"Well, it was Hydra mainly," She said. "Only about a month after kidnapping me, they threw me into a lake to see how long I would last. It was freezing and the water was dark, I nearly drowned. Luka had to come get me and he was pissed for days, probably didn't help that that I got hypothermia either. I learnt to deal with it after the next several times they chucked me in" Despite it being probably a traumatic memory, she spoke casually.

"Then," she continued, "Nat and I used to have swimming races at the pool in the compound. She used to win until I got better, though she never admitted to losing, said I cheated and stuff."

"Well, you do fight dirty."

"Don't defend her," she looked at him, "she's not even here."

"I could beat you in a race," he pointed out.

"Well, obviously," she said, "you're enhanced and stuff so you can swim faster than me."

"So you admit I'm better?"

"Not at everything, you're just probably faster. Besides, I can beat you in a fight any day."

He laughed.

She glared, "I used to beat you every time we trained together. I know you had your enhanced powers at the time, even if I didn't realise it back then."

"I had to hold back," he said, a cocky look on his face, "I'm strong, so I pretty much could've punched your jaw off. So I had to go easy on you."

She laughed, almost in disbelief, "punch my jaw off? I'd like to see you try, Parker. You certainly didn't beat me at the airport fight and I know you weren't holding back that time."

"I had you pinned before I realised who you were."

"I could've got out of it."

"But you didn't. Face it, Dara, you can't beat me in hand to hand."

It sounded like they were arguing, though it was more like a competition they were bickering over, almost like who had the biggest dick. It was more light hearted banter than anything else, they were both stubborn people.

"In the real world, Pete, people don't fight hand to hand," she rolled her eyes, "they use knives and guns."

"Well, even if you did have a knife or a gun, I could still beat you. Plus, you don't have any weapons on you now so if we were to fight then- ADARA!"

She had pulled a switchblade out of her bikini top clicked the blade up, grinning like an idiot, "I always keep one in my bra. The only way you're ever gonna catch me unarmed is completely naked. So, Pete…" She trailed off but the look on her face said enough.

"Stop it," he said, now blushing.

She laughed, "I'm teasing."

"You're not funny."

She smiled, "no I think I am. Hey-!"

He splashed water at her and she rubbed her eyes, glaring at him as he laughed at her.

"Oh, you're in for it now, Spider-Idiot."

It could've been an hour later or maybe a few more, neither were sure, but both were out the water. Peter was rubbing his hair with a towel and noticed he now stunk like chlorine. Man, he was going to need to shower before he got back otherwise May would figure out what he'd been up to. He glanced to the side and noticed Adara sitting at the edge of the pool, her feet dipped in as she kicked the water gently, staring into space. She had a towel wrapped around her but her hair was still dripping wet onto her shoulders, obviously she was making no attempt to dry herself.

He walked over to her, sitting down cross-legged beside her.

"What's on your mind?"

"Huh?" She looked back at him.

"Obviously you're thinking about something, so what's up?"

"Can't I have my thoughts to myself?"

"If you want."

God, she looked beautiful. Even in the dim light, he couldn't help but stare. Her features were highlighted by the blue glow of the pool, eyes soft and round yet troubled all the same.

She must've decided against keeping it to herself as she sighed and stared back out across the pool, "Pete, where do you see us in, I don't know, ten years?"

He blinked, "I don't know, I haven't really thought about. Graduated from college, probably. MIT, hopefully. And, I don't know, maybe we'd have an apartment together, in New York."

"Together?"

"You're in my future, Dara," he said without a hint of doubt in his voice, "I love you."

"What about twenty years?"

"Married, kids, maybe a house."

She looked at him, almost in disbelief, yet there was a smile on her face. "For a superhero, Parker, your ideal vision for the future is shockingly domestic."

"That doesn't have to be our future, Dara," he said, "you don't have to be certain of everything. But if there are two things I know," he looked at her sincerely, "it's that I'll still be Spiderman and I'll still be with you."

Her cheeks felt hot, "you're so certain I'm in that future?"

"One hundred percent."

"I just…" she trailed off, looking for the right words, "I guess I just can't picture it."

"What can you picture?"

"Darkness," she said honestly, "more sadness, more loss. Hydra, Luka, enemies. Domestic life just feels… I don't know… Imposible. At least, for me."

There were a lot of people in the world who didn't think a normal, domestic life suited them. It was true for Peter. If he was happy being a normal teenage boy, he wouldn't have continued being Spiderman. He wouldn't have even bothered when he got bit, or when Ben died or would've just given up when Tony took his suit away. He knew the super life was for him. Yet, at the same time, it didn't mean he didn't want to live a life with Adara. A world where he could be Spiderman and a husband and a father just felt ideal. And, it wasn't far-fetched to someone like him, who had grown up in a domestic household with his happily married aunt and uncle.

It sucked that to someone like Adara, the idea of a normal, domestic life was miles away. The closest she had ever come was with Steve and Natasha, but even then, they were still Avengers and not exactly regular parents.

"Loss?" He prompted quietly.

"I had my parents, lost them thanks to Hydra. I had my friend, James, lost him thanks to Hydra. I had Steve and Nat, lost them thanks to the accords. I have Harry, Tony and you" she said, "and you're one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me and probably ever will. But, I've lost everything so far, who's to say you're not next?"

Peter's heart fluttered "you won't lose me, Dara."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I can see the future," he grinned, "and I know we're both still there in the future."

"Stop being stupid," but she was grinning all the same, "and, for the record, marriage? Kids? Gross. Like I'd want a bunch of toddlers shape-shifting and climbing walls. It would be a nightmare."

"I think you'd make an amazing mom."

"Well, if I'm anything like my father…"

"To be like Luka, you'd have to kill me."

"Well," she shrugged, "who knows? One of these days, if you get on my nerves-" she mimed firing a gun.

"I thought we decided I could beat you in a fight anyway," he raised an eyebrow.

"You decided that," she said, grinning, "now shut it before I shove you back into the pool."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

She was smiling again, he loved that smile, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "I love you."

"I love you too," she said without a second of hesitation.

"And you're not going to lose me," he promised, taking her hand in his and squeezing it in reassurance, "ever. I'll always be with you."

She rested her head against his shoulder, "promise?"

"Promise."

A/N: God, I love these two idiots, I've missed writing them.

Anyway, PLEASE give me suggestions for any scenes you'd like to see (canon and non-canon). Even if it's just a cute Spiderbell idea or maybe just Adara interacting with another character. As long as it is not Endgame or post-Endgame because I haven't actually written that yet lol. Also probably nothing smutty lol. But really, leave suggestions!