Black Cats Luck (Spider-Man)

[justice]

PART 1: THE CHASE

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The sound of the bell spelt the end of Advance Microbiology 422. The students rose one by one and made their way to the door while one stayed behind. He was an average college junior with the practical standard issue t-shirt and jeans outfit. He took his time putting his books back in his backpack which he tossed over his shoulder after zipping it up. Walking over to the front of the class and up to the professor the young man began to engage the teacher in an academic conversation. The two continued to talk as they left the classroom.

“I understand Peter; however, that wasn’t exactly an easy tour to book. More than likely Oscorp won’t give us another opportunity to see their DNA splicing lab until next fall.” The teacher gave a comforting smile to her student as she broke the bad news to Peter. “I can tell that it was a field of study that has really caught your interest. I will have you know that I dropped your name more than once while talking with some of my friends working in their labs. With makes like yours I don’t see any reason they wouldn’t pick you up as a summer intern if you apply.”

Peter hid his frustration over hearing another professor give him the same answer. It had been almost seven months since the faithful day that he got bitten by a spider. The single event had changed not only his physical DNA, but also his future. Since then Peter had become almost obsessed with trying to gain just another minute inside the holding room for radioactive super spiders. His life had been one trial after the next with everything spiraling into a single memory. The night he held his uncles body for the last time.

Since then Peter had started his nightly patrols. He couldn’t do every night so he had made a schedule that changed with his classes and work responsibilities. He had never been a coffee drinker until his second life started to catch up with him. The late hours, even with the planned patrol hours and the benefits that came from capturing self-portraits of him capturing bad guys were starting to wane on him. For now he had been able to sustain both; however, his school workload was starting to pick up. With tonight being a scheduled patrol night Peter did not feel inclined to press the issue of visiting the lab further with his professor.

Peter exited the building and made his way over to his cheap ten speed bike which was locked next to the hand rail by the stairs leading up to the science building. He got on and with a quick push began his forty minute bike ride home to Aunt May. It was an uneventful bike ride with Peters only luck being that only one close call with a tow truck nearly threw him from the road. When he got home he checked his watch nineteen minutes before 5. He thought with a grin. The old Peter would never have made it home in such a short amount of time.

The rest of the evening went by just like normal. There was a small list of chorus that needed to be done and were done in a prompt manner. Before dinner Aunt May said grace and made mention of Peter’s mother and father as well as Uncle Ben. The food was great and easily one of the biggest perks of living at home with Aunt May. After dinner he excused himself for studying in his room. For the first two hours this was in fact what he was doing; however for the next hour he began to run though his equipment list for the night and check that everything was in order. After finishing loading his extra webbing cartridges he made sure that Aunt May had gone to sleep and then changed into Spider Man.

It had been four months since he had completed his new disguise. The tighter fabric allowed him more maneuverability as well as a lighter form of movement than his old baggy outfit from before. It also gave him a bit more confidence as a man. Granted the super powers did a lot to help make that a possibility, but all the same when he saw himself in the reflection of a window in a skyscraper he couldn’t help but see something he wanted to be looking back at him. Opening his rooms window and leaping onto the for sale house next door Peter leapt from roof to roof for three blocks until he reached the above ground subway stop.

Having timed his exit correctly the young super hero had to only wait two minutes until the subway made its appearance. Leaping and then landing on one of the last cars he felt the adrenaline start to pick up as his fingers started to grip the cold metal of the subway car. The wind instantly began to howl all around him as the tunnel up ahead quickly started to come closer and closer. Having done this a hundred times the anticipation was due possibly by his lack of sleep. All the same Spider-Man leapt into the air just before the tunnel and began to soar above the overpass highway.

Before his body had a chance to fall victim to gravity he extended a hand and shot webbing from his wrist brace. The strong line of white spider silk splattered onto a massive satellite relay dish that sat on top of a nearby radio station broadcasting building. In a single small jolt Spider-Man felt his body lurch upwards as the elastic effect of the webbing propelled him upward. When the web began to give and turn loose instead of taught he released it and shot another from his other wrist. This time it stuck onto a gargoyle resting on an apartment building. This one was high enough that he was now at his comfortable height for swinging about the city.

Spider-Man did his normal path which took him to both the busiest streets as well as some of the darkest. He usually enjoyed his quick detour though China Town. It was a common place with many gambling dens being housed there. Still it was never as busy as the central district which unfortunately saw the most traffic at night as well as the most victims of crimes. In the past week he had stopped several heavy armed robberies and even a midnight round up in which a group of three crooks tried to rob a late night restaurant.

Swinging back over towards the center of town Spider-Man suddenly felt a shot of electricity fire up his spine and linger in his brain. He knew it meant some sort of threat was close by, but being in the air he couldn’t see where it was coming from. He looked down below for any sign of a threat but came up empty. In fact the streets for the most part looked emptier than normal. While looking down a fast moving shadow caught his attention. The reason being was it was traveling faster than his, and it was coming right at him.

A snap of his wrist and he pulled himself towards the building next to him. A moment later and above him he heard the sound of something rushing past. Looking up Spider-Man saw some type of black shape blur fly in and then out of sight. With no idea of what had just happened or what it was he leaped onto the water tower of the building across the street and started to look for any sign of where that threat had gone. A moment later he heard a very common sound.

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Instead of the bell signaling the start or end of class this one was much louder and didn’t stop. It was a security alarm and from the sound of it Spider-Man could tell it was coming from the National Museum down the street. Without looking back he shot his web and started out after the object. After all whatever set off the alarm wasn’t likely to be heading towards the sound. And whatever it was he had just encountered before it had been putting a lot of distance between it and the museum. Soon enough Spider-Man caught sight of the swinging object. Only this time he saw it while lite up by a building floor with its lights on. The unmistakable shape of a woman’s silhouette was all he needed to establish enough curiosity to give chase.

[Flickaha]

Felicia’s head wasn’t in the game, she knew that the second she felt her grip slip for a fraction of a second. It was enough, she slipped down the grapple ever so slightly and of all things, her hair triggered the motion sensor. Everything seemed to slow down for the one second, she saw the beams illuminate brightly for a second which was when her stomach dropped sickeningly. If she hadn’t been thinking about work, not this work, other work, then she wouldn’t have messed up now. Of course now she had two options, she could drop back down and try to disable the security systems within the sixty second time frame.

Or she could run.

Tightening the grip on the black back secured at her hip, she unhooked it from her belt and let the heavy bag clatter to the floor loudly. The room below her blossomed into sound, dogs barking and she smiled wryly. Oh she hated dogs. Without the extra weight, she flipped a button on her grapple and soared almost weightlessly through the hole in the glass roof. Contorting her body upwards so that she flipped out and landed soundlessly on her feet she glanced back into the room for a fraction of a second as she secured the grapple back to her belt.

The blonde stood on the top of the roof for a moment, charting her exit path. There was enough experience in her past that she knew exactly when the alarms would start blaring, and how long from that point the cops would take to get there. This wasn’t her first time, as one might glean from the outfit. The pliable leather clung to every curve like a second skin, almost solely designed for ease of movement and to be sure she didn’t have to worry about anything setting off the alarm. The only liberty she took was the incredibly low cut of the top half; it plunged deeply exposing an ample amount of her voluptuous curves.

That was for distraction.

And occasionally for concealment.

Stretching languidly, like she had all the time in the world, she looked every bit like the cat who had gotten the cream. She had what she came for, maybe she’d had to sacrifice a few of the personal gains but at least Fisk would be pleased and that was always a good sign. The man was fickle, but she was his favourite for a reason. The Black Cat never failed, the stretch evolved into a dive off the roof, plunging into the blackness beneath she used her grapple expertly, and gaining a tether to the opposite building she pulled herself across and leapt the next gap easily.

This was her playground, there was nothing she liked better than running across the rooftops under the cover of night. The alarms burst to life behind her and she smiled, shaking the white-blonde locks down her back where they cascaded over black leather.

It seemed almost sinful to enjoy one’s job this much, but then again, this wasn’t a job it was her raison d’être.

Continuing her dance across the rooftops it occurred to her perhaps a little late that she was being followed, but instead of turning around she sped up. If somebody wanted to chase her they she was going to make it damn hard for them to keep up. Landing smoothly on the centre of a large roof, she rolled almost invisibly in the shadows, breaking the roll into a swan dive off the opposite side of the roof. Freefalling for a few stories she expertly grabbed a bean between the two tall buildings and spun easily three times gaining the momentum to thrust herself in the direction of a small Juliet balcony with open doors.

Not even pausing to glance inside the blonde leapt upwards and scaled the building with a practiced ease knowing instinctively which nooks she could use to support her weight during the climb. Gymnastics, martial arts, kick-boxing, were just some of the training Felicia had endured to master the art of her body. Her flexibility and awareness of her litheness, agility and strength had taken years to learn. But they had certainly helped shape the way into her chosen career path. She hit the top of the roof running, exerting close to her full speed to cross the open space, not daring to look back to see if whatever it was, was still on her tail.

In a city that had its own personal wall-crawler, not to mention a whole host of rivals for Fisk’s favour, she knew she couldn’t be too careful.

[justice]

Swinging was by far the most enjoyable ability his powers gave Peter access too. He enjoyed the super strength and he was starting to find it hard to believe he had survived before his days of relying on his spider sense, but no matter what was said or done web slinging was the only one that when done put a smile on his face. Even now while he began to give chase to the highly possible criminal trying to flee the scene he was starting to smile under his mask.

Were he not currently trying to apprehend a bad guy Peter would have likely out a loud cheer of excitement from the last corner he just took. His webbing with its elastic properties would extend outward and then snap him back towards wherever he had shot his web. This time he had been hitting his targets particularly well so his speed was not only better, but so were his change in direction. The was all well and good; however, what did not look good was the fact that he had yet to catch up with whoever it was he was chasing.

First time a chase has gone further than two blocks. Peter thought to himself. He didn't like this and it started to make him uneasy. Picking up the pace he began to climb upwards slightly with each new web he shot. Finally he was about six stories above the body soaring along in a similar manor as him. For a moment he thought he saw webbing shoot from the person's wrists, but after carefully watched he saw that this person was moving with the help from some sort of cables or grapple like equipment.

With his height advantage Spider-Man was able to watch as the person began to get into a rhythm similar to his when he was swinging. It was obvious from the moment he laid eyes on the person that this wasn’t their first time. This was again a worrying fact since for the past five months he was sure Spider-Man was the only human who had conquered these skies. With this new talent likely responsible for the crime at the museum it would be bad to let them escape. Especially considering the likely blow back from tomorrow’s headlines. If any camera caught this person it would likely be blamed on Spider-Man.

“It’s time we get to the bottom of this.” Spider-Man muttered. He landed on the side of one of the tallest buildings on the street and watched the person move from the air and back onto rooftops. He watched as they quickly started to double back and even hide themselves. “Seems they aren’t foreign to being followed.” He mused out loud. Even though he had been at crime fighting for less than half a year he could see the mark of someone who wasn’t an amateur. Again this made him even more curious. He thought about what they might have done in the museum.

Theft was the most likely, yet it didn’t seem to completely fit. Why not a bank or jewelry store? They were classics for a reason. While the loot from one of them could be quickly moved and make the criminal rich fast. Anything from a museum would be marked and considered too hot to fence, especially something worth all the trouble of stealing at night. Still was this the case it would be Spider-Man’s first art thief. He may have felt a little silly, but there was something rather romantic about the whole ordeal.

“Too much to hope for Peter” He said with a smile. After all the past several months all he had been rounding up were rather large men. In all his time the only women he had ever had to deal with were usually victims of some crime. It may be a stereotype, but meeting woman in this line of work would not be recommended. “Still I should introduce myself.” Extending a hand and firing a web towards the building above the roof of where the person had hid them his web swirled out with a light hiss and caught the side of the building.

Silently he let his hands and feet release the glass they were clinging too and he fell down till his webbing caught him and he began to fly above the criminal. He slowed himself down by pulling his body up along his webbing. It stopped him from becoming a pendulum swinging back and forth. Once he was still he started to slowly release more webbing which let him slowly fall down towards the roof of the second tower. Looked down he caught sight of what he was looking for. It became easy once he saw the brilliant white hair shift slightly.

Odd feature… He thought when he noticed how long the hair was. He continued to watch the person until he stopped very abruptly albeit still letting no noise out. He was now close enough that the dim lights of the office buildings around the person allowed him to see a very distinct physical feature and fashion feature of the person. Holy smokes it is a woman. Peter could barely think straight until he reminded himself what he was doing. This will power thankfully gave him the steel skin to continue his hunt.

He was now maybe ten feet above the woman. Close enough to chat with a normal voice he let his location come out by way of a somewhat cheesy introduction. “You know if you get your hand stamped you can get back into the museum all day.” He had continued to fall and was now no more than four feet away from the woman while his head was at her eye level. “So did you take something or did the alarm make you run?” He had to ask since he didn’t actually know after all if the person was in fact a criminal. All the same he felt his instincts were pretty good. Especially considering how much black the woman was wearing.

[Flickaha]

She got sloppy, she knew this, she could feel her attention pulling in two directions but she couldn’t stop it. There was a lot on her mind and though her breathing was rapid from the speed of the chase, running away was hardly thought-consuming. Felicia had been doing this so long it was almost reflexive, when to jump, duck, roll, lunge, the city moved beneath her and she was practiced enough that thinking hindered her more than anything. Relying on nothing except sight, sound and feeling had always worked best for it, and it continued to do so as she leapt easy bridging the distance between two tall buildings, the dizzying plummet beneath her didn’t even register, bounding from building to building almost weightlessly. For all her practice, the blonde had been a thief for years now; having moved to New York when she started college at the tender age of eighteen, she had never intended to become a criminal.

Until fate took it quite epically out of her hands. It was at least a living, even now when she was pulling a fraction above minimum wage at her day job, without this she doubted she could survive. It wasn’t surprising that as a consequence she didn’t have many friends, it was hard to explain why a lowly TA could afford a penthouse apartment in Manhattan, and even more difficult to explain why every single thing in her extensive closet was designer. An ex-boyfriend had once informed her after that he had thought she was a high-class hooker. It reeled her when she realised that was still a better thing to let him believe than the truth.

In all honesty though it wasn’t just a career, it was a passion, being up here under the cover of darkness was exhilarating in a way that she had never been able to match. It was the thrill that she was currently lost in, the feel of her adrenaline rushing, her heart thundering in her chest from exertion, her lungs burning for oxygen as her system burned it quicker than she could inhale. Anybody who claimed they didn’t like exercise had clearly never raced the New York skyline before. In fact it was a view she imagined few had access too, or at least she had until the appearance of the wall-crawler six months ago. Since then things had changed slightly and she had to make damn sure she was a lot more careful. It all added to it though, especially since she didn’t really think he could catch her.

Felicia was a flighty girl, she knew her strengths and her weaknesses. If it came down to fighting, she would avoid it where possible. Capable of holding her own in a fight she knew her strength and skills were nothing special, especially in a world dominated by bulky, steroid loving men. Her career choice wasn’t for the faint of heart. So where she would fight happily to defend herself; Felicia’s skill lay in running. Few could match her for speed or agility and she utilised this. Why risk your life when you could run?

Leaping onto a cable that spanned the distance between the building she was on and the lower one opposite, she dropped to a crouch as her boots slid seamlessly down the lip, jumping off and not losing a second of speed as she ran across the roof she skidded to a stop when she realised the buildings had stopped. Stopping she blinked at the vast expanse of water in front of her and wondered if that was a record for how quickly she had crossed the city. Staring at the twinkling lights of Brooklyn on the opposite shore she paused for a moment and turned around.

Well, that had taken the wind out of her sails a little.

But still, she had to get the goods to Fisk, turning around to get her bearings she almost leapt out of her skin when she heard a voice, spinning around again she was eye to eye with somebody. Except he was upside down. That was weird. Arching an eyebrow, outwardly she didn’t flinch but inside she was still trying to convince her heart to actually start beating again. It wasn’t every day you ran into people on the tops of buildings.

When he mentioned her hand, instinctively she flexed her fingers within the tight confines of her leather gloves, raising her glittering blue eyes to meet his she let her lips curl in a gentle smile, hands planted on her hips she shrugged casually and tipped her head to the side slightly.

“Does this work for you?” She asked sweetly, turning and walking away from him slowly, making very sure to emphasise the sway of her hips before she stopped. “Creeping up on women in the dark? As for your question” she turned back around once more fixing her eyes on him. Her stance may had appeared relaxed but it was feigned, her weight was purposefully on the balls of her feet, ready to move if he did. Her flight instincts raring to take her off into darkness.

The reason she was still standing there; curiosity.

After all, this was the famous Spiderman and she would be lying if she said her ego wasn’t dying to see if she could outrun the self-proclaimed hero. Her statement was finished with a graceful shrug and an impish smirk fixed on her dark, purple glossy lips.

[justice]

Peter Park is very bad with woman. This was not just a fact or something he knew himself, but instead a law of science known the neighborhood over. He had his growth spurt later than most, and even though it ended with him being just a few inches above average it still left him with glasses and a constantly untamed head of hair. All of these had made for a unfortunate high school life that dominoed into college. All of this was true except for one slightly knew face. Which was that Spider-Man was different than Peter Parker. A surge of pride came from this thought that boosted both men's ego and self worth.

Spider-Man was able to life more than any normal human in the world. He was able to react faster than anyone, and he was confident. He was confident in his abilities as well as what he had to offer. This radiated out of the costume and into his core beliefs. It made him feel like a different person when he was Spider-Man. A person who couldn't maintain eye contact with such a beautiful woman or start forgetting his name in mid introduction. No, Spider-Man never had that happen to him.

He watched as the situation quickly unfolded into something he wasn't used to. Normally when he surprised people he was chasing a gun or knife was drawn and used with the intent to hurt him. Only rarely when dealing with something beyond a normal criminal were words the first thing thrown back at him. This made him cautious as he let his body start to flip and he landed right side up. Now with both feet on the roof he found that he stood at the perfect height with the woman. For filming the two would have been perfect, but this wasn't a romantic comedy where differences aside it was meant to be. This was simply a interesting case while being Spider-Man.

"I can see that it is indeed working." Spider-Man said after the woman turned back and ended her side of the conversation. "The question is is it working for the good guys or the bad guys. Running from alarms has me inclined to guess bad guys. Plus all the black? Really not helping your case with that if you end up in front of a a judge." While Peter was making mental notes to remember the outfit for a day dream later in the week Spider-Man looked beyond it and saw an equally confident woman. He recognized the war that hat started between them. One that had already been waged for centuries. The battle of gender control.

"The cryptic ending a sentence midway though also doesn't leave a good impression especially when it sounds like you're trying to avoid anything being recorded. How about we start with introductions. People call me Spider-Man. And they call you...?" Spider-Man tossed a light hand motion towards the woman in an effort to prompt her to talk. He felt relaxed at the moment and didn't hold himself in a way that made attacking likely. Instead he started to walk towards the woman's side. Keeping mind of their distance and not getting too close. For both his and her sake he felt it best to not push any sort of close quarters situations.

[Flickaha]

Letting her face look downwards, mouth open in mock offence at the jibe about her outfit she tipped her eyes to look at him through long, dark lashes, “what, you don’t like my outfit? Would you prefer I take it off?” The soft statement finished with the slight lilt of laughter as he continued his conversation, though when he stepped towards her she stepped to. Sashaying around him in a wide circle, keeping her eyes fixed on him solidly. To be fair he didn’t look threatening, she was used to stepping up with men who dwarfed her in both weight and height; Spiderman seemed to be much closer matched. Thus it was hard to be intimidated; still she was careful not to let her defences lapse for a moment.

“So, does chasing tail over the entire city make you a good guy or a bad guy?” Then she chuckled, “or does it just make you very hopeful.” As he moved so did she, it wouldn’t take a genius to spot how poised she was to run again, in fact it was mostly her natural posture. This verbal tirade was all well and good but she had places to be; except it would be a bad idea to lead this kid to Fisk. Felicia knew enough to know that he was at the top of the Kingpin’s wanted list, even if she didn’t quite know why. Raking a hand through her blonde hair pushing it back from her face, the black diamonds around her eyes didn’t do much to hide her identity.

They weren’t meant to, it was enough to obscure her image on cameras but that was it. She was a ghost, she wasn’t supposed to be seen, there was no illusion for her that anybody that knew her would be able to tell immediately who she was. There was no pretence, she did her job unseen and got out. Confrontation and getting caught was for amateurs.

Then he asked her name.

She laughed again, a light melodious chuckle that carried easily across the vacuous night air.

Lifting her eyes to meet his, which were hidden behind his mask, she frowned a little. “Oh no my dear” she purred, taking a few steps to close the gap between them so that she was standing very close to him indeed. “If you want my name, you’ll have to work harder than that. I’m afraid I’m dreadfully out of your league.” Her face was inches from his, they matched in height but she suspected that without the large heeled boots she was sporting he would have a few inches over her. Still, the effect was the same.

“Now if that’s all, I really should get going. Places to go, things to steal. Not that your company wasn’t thrilling” another smile adorned her lips as she turned and stalked across the roof, turning her back on him for the first time. Walking towards him had told her what she needed to know, he wasn’t about to jump to the attack and so she guessed, and hoped, that he was unlikely to strike her in the back. When she got to the very edge of the building she turned back to look at him, her weight entirely on the balls of her feet as her heels hung over the edge.

“What,” she tilted her head when he’d made no hint to move, “Spiderman doesn’t kiss on the first date?” And with that line she plunged backwards into the darkness.

[justice]

The skill to make a spider unbalanced was not something any normal person could do. So the fact that Spider-Man quickly felt himself lose his costume was not something he took lightly. With ever second that she talked it seemed that an unknown third person came to light within Peter Parker and Spider-Man. It was a mixture of the two with the flaws of both seemingly accepted as normal faults. The woman’s words coiled a simple spell that was difficult to lift. She was intoxicating while at the same time completely enlightening.

It was likely due to the fact that neither of the two personas had ever met anyone like the woman that stood before them. Her air of mystery hugged her tighter than her outfit. The tension she had started to create an almost unavoidable primal lust of sorts. Hormones could have played into it; however, Peter was such it was something more archaic in practice. Her ability to weaponize her gifted body was clear from her outfit. It was folly to think that Peter didn’t take several second takes just to make sure the outfit was actually staying on. It was only by the good grace of Spider-Man that he never stared.

It was all this that made the woman so unavoidably appealing in a dangerous way. If one thing could be said about her in this very moment it would be ambrosia. She was something Peter saw as beyond his reach. Godlike in creation while at the same time sinful in her existence. Even Spider-Man at this point and time was unsure if she was a reachable anything to his webs. All the more backed up by the fact that he was at this very moment speechless. He wasn’t hypnotized for he was moving with her. When she entered his space he approached her as well. When she backed up he lingered and then removed himself by taking a few steps back.

Her comments went unanswered. He could have commented with something witty like how she wasn’t wearing a tail. Or that she was bad at keeping her intentions to herself with the steal comment. Still not a single word escaped his mask. After all, Peter was horrible at talking to woman. He watched her walk. God did he already miss it as she sat down on the buildings edge and twisted so her legs were hanging over the edge. When she looked back and tossed her comment about kissing on the first day something happened very deep inside both Peter and Spider-Man.

For one moment both were completely and utterly in agreement and sync in what to do. Before they were able to act on their agreed upon move the woman disappeared over the edge. Peter rushed to the ledge only to watch as a grappling hook and cord echoed a clanking sound as it hooked onto a nearby fire escape. Following the black cord he saw the woman start to make her exit though the north pathway of buildings. It would take her to the Central side of the island while also the port district. An area controlled heavily by King Pin’s faithful.

Instantly the reminder of one of his most closes enemies Spider-Man returned in full force to lead the situation. Getting onto the ledge he ran the length of it and dove off the side with his head plunging first towards the asphalt street twenty stories below. He waited longer than normal to fire not one but both his webs at the opposing building. With the amount of speed he had gathered one line of web would have snapped. When both went tight he felt both snap just a little before catapulting him forward and upwards at a tremendous speed. Even for him this felt like a new ability.

The move did the trick as he closed the distance between him and the woman in nearly the bat of an eyelash. As he got close he thought about how he should handle the situation. His first priority was to not allow the woman into the port district. His second was a drastically different goal than normal. With his added speed he had no closed the gap between him and the woman. He knew she was aware of his presence as her own movements changed. Instead of simply making the most efficient movements she started to move more side to side.

Soon enough he found himself mirroring her motions and soon enough their swinging seemed to mesh into an odd almost intimate dance. Their energy matched that of a couple doing a tango. Spider-Man quickly realized that there was no one else in the world that could do this with him while Peter began to understand how this woman seemed to thing. Of course the young man was so clueless he actually thought he knew. Finally after the honking of a horn brought the reality of his goals back to light Spider-Man made his move to end the chase once and for all. He hatched a plan in three swings and afterwards moved in front.

Extending his arms outward as he swung in front of the woman he shot both webbings and hit the buildings on either side of him. The motion made him bend forward and then snap backwards behind her. Just as she got in front the energy pulled him back towards her this time with his arms already out he was able to grab the black fashioned woman. Holding her with one hand and using his other to shoot webbing he held their bodies close both as a precaution if she tried to free herself and fall as well as an unmistakable enjoyment in having her closer to him than before. “You can’t go on a date if I can’t ask you by name.” He said while the two slowly moved upwards by the speed of his webbing gently being recoiled.

[Flickaha]

In truth she was exhausted, her movements were imperceptibly slowing but matching his speed, although an excellent cardio workout, was certainly not something she was used to doing. The blonde was pushing herself to the very limit of her abilities and it was pure exhilaration and adrenaline that was keeping her going. That and the knowledge that if he caught her she may well loose the item cleverly concealed on her body. Her outfit was feeling impossibly hot on her body and she was regretting baiting him. It would have been fun had was she not in possession of something for Kingpin, but in no way was she brave enough to tell Fisk that the item had been reclaimed.

She had to get out of here, if she could just slip into his territory there were an abundance of goons who could take the heat off her. But up here on the rooftops, it was just them and she was starting to realise grimly, he really wasn’t going to give up. Slowing for a moment as she lost sight of him, she hoped to recoup some of her oxygen, breathing ragged and chest heaving with a desperate attempt to claim some air she felt him grab her and a squeak of indignation escaped her lips as he pulled her close. Her feet were no longer on the floor and after assessing the situation she realised she was well and truly stuck.

Meeting his eyes with an icy glare, she glanced down and touched where she was fastened with him with a grimace.

“Oh sure, you don’t know my name so it’s not a date. Clearly you have no stipulations about spraying me with goo” blue eyes narrowed slightly and she shook the look off. Letting her arms dangle at her sides, refusing to cling to him like some damsel in distress even though hovering off the ground was making her nervous. Felicia wasn’t afraid of heights, but she was afraid of falling and the lack of control over the situation didn’t sit very well with her. “This better wash off or you’ll be getting my dry cleaning bill. Oh you even got some in my hair” the annoyed look was back in her eyes as she pursed her lips.

There were other things their proximity was betraying though, things she would have rather not know. For instance the body beneath the suit was impossibly solid, taught, there was nothing fleshy beneath there and she tried not to imagine the toned muscles there. Spiderman may not have been as large as some of the brutes she had dated, but she didn’t doubt anymore that there was strength there. It was completely opposite to her body, though lithe she had never been able to shift her curves no matter how hard she tried. Shifting her weight in an attempt to not have her chest pressed against him, she gave up as she realised it was really getting her nowhere beyond more stuck.

“Fine” she snapped after a minute “I surrender. I’ll come quietly” then a devious smile crossed her lips “unless you’d prefer me to be loud?”

[justice]

Her phrasing only made it harder to maintain a businesslike approach to Spider-Man apprehending the woman. Sure he had seen his share of comedy sketches based around him and his abilities; all the same he wasn’t interested in if some of his webbing got onto her clothes or hair. He knew it washed off just fine and what’s more he was less interested in what had happened and more focused on what he should do next. He stopped his webbing from pulling them up any higher as the two hung above the streets below.

Their bodies seemed almost entwined like you would find a couple falling asleep. His arm wrapped around her small waist while her chest and legs wrapped up against him by fact of his pulling her to stop her fall falling. He hadn’t even held his prom date this close. It should also be noted that his date wasn’t wearing as nearly a head turning outfit. All the same he had no idea what he could do in the situation. He had no proof that the woman had stolen anything and in all the commotion he had been unable to find out if anything was actually taken from the museum.

Spider-Man shook his head of the thoughts. She had already admitted her goal tonight was to steal and while she may not have succeeded she was not one to be taken lightly. He heard the woman throw her arms up in false desperation and voice her desire to give up. Only to recant it partly with another tease. "If you do give up then tell me what you stole and return it.” Spider-Man said. He twisted his wrist and then pulled tightly. The webbing gave and then his strength propelled the two over the edge and onto the roof above. Once there the two in their own style landed safely on their own.

Walking forward and holding out a hand Spider-Man waited for the thief to hand over her treasure. Only this time the two weren’t alone. From behind Spider-Man felt and then heard movement. Turning and ducking down he saw several large men running towards them. They seemed to be shouting and pointing towards him. Soon enough the tall tell sign of a gun being cocked could be heard and Spider-Man knew who they were. They were goon number one and goon number two of King Pins Spider-Hunter squad. A group of uniquely qualified and viciously aggressive criminals who had been contracted to kill him at all cost.

Not one to get the innocent involved Spider-Man thought about running to draw them away from the woman; however, he couldn’t be sure if they would only follow him or take her with the hope she was important to him. His only option which worked was to meet them head on and take them out before they dragged the woman into it as well. “Stick around.” He said quickly turning and firing two web blotches at the woman. One was on center which hit her in the arm while the other missed slightly leaving her other arm partly free beyond the elbow.

Returning his attention to the oncoming threat of violence Spider-Man leapt from where he was standing and landed forty feet directly in front of the two gangsters. “Sorry guys, but I think she is a one guy kind of gal.” He then swept one of the guys legs while following it up with a jumping uppercut to the others jaw. While one fell down the other started to fly upward from the force of the punch. Landing on his feet and looking at the two Spider-Man made sure to shoot their guns with enough webbing to make them useless. He then heard one of the bodies give off a seemingly crackly kind of noise. Like something you heard on the radio.

Looking down and pulling a hand held radio from the man’s jacket he started to work. Sure enough the sound on the other end shouted that they were on their way to the building and taking down Spider-Man in no time. Thinking it would be best if he and the woman left he turned back and started to run over to where he had left the woman. “I think we better leave or King Pin might add you to his list of undesirables. He said while turning the corner blocked by a large ventilation gap.

[Flickaha]

The relief she felt when her feet touched the floor was palpable, there was something about being on solid ground that she found very, very appealing. There was something quite removed about trusting somebody not to drop you, no sooner had she righted herself however was he expecting her to hand over her loot. The blonde rolled her blue eyes and was about to say something undeniably clever when she caught sight of the goons. A smirk brandished her lips and she was about to turn and flee with the aid of the distraction when Spiderman spun and shot more webbing as her. Flinching as it caught her off guard she frowned, having only just pulled the last bit off herself. It made it exceptionally difficult to manoeuvre, likely that was the point. Luckily his aim was a fraction off with the second shot and so she twisted out and using a knife from a hidden repository she cut through the sticky substance deftly.

The blonde watched the situation for a moment, leaping up and crouching low on top of an air vent she stayed low and soundless watching the goons take on Spiderman. In fairness he didn’t seem like he was having too much trouble.; nevertheless she couldn’t help feeling a little bad that she’d all but led him into a trap. The guys on the roof weren’t the big guns, just mercenaries that Fisk had littered around to keep the heat off himself. Torn between running and sticking around, she couldn’t deny being a little star struck, after all it wasn’t every day you met a bona fide superhero.

No, it wasn’t worth the risk. So turning around she dropped silently into the shadows behind the building and disappeared into the city. He was a grown up, he could handle himself, but if she lost this artefact that Fisk wanted then she wasn’t sure she would be able to handle herself. As the large man had told her plenty of times, there was more than one way to skin a cat and he was perfectly aware of which the most painful were. Felicia very much wanted to keep her skin, she was rather attached to it, and so she took the long way round to the docks making very sure that she wasn’t being followed.

The building was well guarded, but unless you knew what you were looking for you’d easily mistake several of the city’s most dangerous men for hapless drunks or dock workers. It was the intention, nobody sniffed around down here for very long without finding themselves very, very sorry. Moving across the roof, her footsteps audible against the metal sheeting of the roof, she dropped down into an alley landing between three men that easily surpassed seven foot.

“Cat” one leered, eyeing up her figure, ignoring it the blonde smiled sweetly and pushed through their large bodies to the door. A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she stopped, the grip was firm and she turned her head slightly, not looking at him but enough to pose a query as to why he was stopping her. “The Boss is busy. Doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

“Aw shucks, and I made the trip specially” she pouted, taking another step towards the door, the rules didn’t apply to her and they knew it. But instead of the hand falling away from her shoulder the grip tightened.

“Even you Cat.”

She frowned.

“Who has he got in there?” The question was more to herself than anybody else, never expecting that the doormen would even know. In fact she would have been surprised if they knew their names. It wasn’t good though, how was she supposed to deliver the goods if she wasn’t allowed in? About to form a plan the hand moved from her shoulder and she turned sceptically when he held out a thick paw as if he was expecting something.

“The boss said you’d be dropping something off.”

The first rule of working for Wilson Fisk was that if you were stealing something, you gave it to him and nobody else. Unfortunately the second rule was that when he wanted something, he wanted it yesterday. Which meant she had three options, she could drop off the statue, take it home and deliver it at a later date, or stick around. Unfortunately it was late, she was tired and she didn’t fancy making Fisk wait until tomorrow so using possible diminished judgement she pulled the concealed statue from beneath her long golden locks, which was almost the only hiding place she could manage on her person, she handed it over. After all, it wasn’t like they’d risk upsetting Fisk.

By the time she dropped into her soft sheets, it was seconds before she was unconscious, having only a few hours before she had to get up for work. The leather outfit was discarded haphazardly on the floor leading up to her bed and the fist sized diamond she’d detoured to get on the way home was sitting peacefully on her coffee table in full view.

It was a good job she never had guests.