How… how did the fail? Everything seemed to go just fine until the moment Daredevil and Black Cat were pounced. “Agh!” Black Cat’s distressed grunt filled the area as she was hit in the head with a heavy object. For the first time in a long time, Black Cat felt panic run through her as wrists were tied. No matter how much she and Daredevil fought, neither one of them were able to break free from the mounds of people that were on the two. 

Soon they were led outside; Spider-Man seemed to be coming to as the two other heroes were dragged onto the season. The man talking introduced himself as Kingpin but the shift blow dealt to Spider-Man made her jump. “STOP!” She called out.

“Be quiet.” Daredevil muttered to her.

“STOP! If you want a hostage… take me.”

“Quiet!” The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen growled towards the younger woman only to find her stepping forward.

“If you want to make an example of those are not supposed to shove their noses into the business of others, take me instead.” It took a bit of convincing and any time one of the other heroes would attempt to out-speak her, she would speak louder to keep the attention on herself. 

The arrangement was made, despite the desperate cries of the two other heroes Black Cat was led away for the freedom of her comrades. 

***

It had been three weeks since Black Cat surrendered herself and her parents put out a panic search for their missing girl. And it was a bright sunny Saturday morning when the word began to spread on the street. 

“Black Cat is dead”

“Did you hear?! They underground is sending a message, a big message that superheroes will not be tolerated.” 

“I can’t believe her out of everyone. Does anyone know who her real identity is?”

“They haven’t revealed any information but they’re removing her body from Times Square, if we hurry they might unmask her.”

Within time square, the body of Black Cat, suit and all were strung up along the main teleprompter of Times Square. The police and Fire department were lowering the body as a massive amount of people stared on in shock. “I guess the underground is series about the whole superhero thing.”, “I really thought we had a chance with the heroes around. I wonder if they’ll stop fighting crime seeing one of their own dead. “, “Do you think they’ll unmask her?”, “Maybe but I doubt they’d go public like this with it, she is the daughter of someone after all.”

Crowds of people swarmed into the square to get a look at the lowering body that was handed crucifies style from the television. All shapes and sizes watched this happen. Speaking of shapes and sizes; anyone who knew the body of Black Cat well would know that… that body was not hers.

Below among the crowd of people stood a bob-cut blonde haired woman in an oversized white trench coat, fashionable black high heels on her feet and a form fitting black dress under the coat. Upon her face sat a pair of large black circle sunglasses; a hand moved up, pulling down the shades to smirk up at the body. “Hm.” With that she turned, pushing the shades back up to protect her sharp green eyes. 

The nameless figure moved through the crowd and began descending down the street. Normally people wouldn’t look the direction of the young sharply dressed woman and as she knocked shoulders with a tall young man she scoffed at him, at Peter Parker, a scoff on a possibly familiar set of lips before the blonde continued on her walk obviously irritated by the shoulder bump.