He was coming to the end of his patrol when, after landing on the rooftop of some small museum, he noticed across the roof what looked like a black cable hooked to a support and thrown over the side of the building's glass edging. Leaping nearly 30 feet into the air with a quick flip and landing just a few paces away, Peter almost hoped it was a thief stealing priceless merchandise or god anything that would make his night a little more interesting. But just as Pete edged the edge enough to stick his nose into view, a figure lept out and, thanks to his early warning bird, flew just over his head, landing in a crouch.
Instantly her silver hair gave her identity away, and suddenly he was face to face with Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, dressed in her typical shiny latex suit and mask. Though the latter did absolutely nothing to hide her identity, she had nothing to lose and it gave her an air of fragility.
"I never could catch you by surprise, Pete. Oh -I'm sorry, I mean Spiderman."
"To what do we owe this honor, Miss Cat?"
"Oh well there was nothing to do around the kitty cage..."
"Oh, and there's anything at all to do out here? The city is dead tonight!"
"Hoping for some bad guys, Spider? Need to let out a little steam? Well, how about we make.. a little deal," She said, slowly stepping towards him, rocking her hips left and right, "and if you win.." close enough to whisper in his ear, "I'll make your night wild!" Grabbing his crotch through his skin-tight outfit, she made sure her point was clear.
All you have to do... ," Smiling now, "is catch me." |