Black Cat

Spider-Man swung effortlessly between the towering skyscrapers of New York City, his sharp eyes scanning the streets below. The city was unusually quiet for the late hour, but he knew better than to be deceived by its calm. A robbery had been reported downtown, and while the police were on it, Spider-Man preferred to keep a close eye on the situation. The cool night air brushed against his mask as he perched on the edge of a rooftop, surveying the streets. His spider-sense tingled faintly, keeping him on edge. The city’s orange streetlights cast long shadows, but something darker slinked through them, almost invisible. A figure, swift and graceful, moving with deliberate stealth.

Narrowing his eyes, Spider-Man crouched low, tracking the shadowy form as it slipped across the rooftops. He recognized the fluid, feline movements instantly. With a determined leap, he shot a web and swung toward the figure, his heart racing with adrenaline. The dark figure glanced over their shoulder, spotted him, and darted away with incredible speed. Spider-Man smirked under his mask. Oh, it’s going to be one of those nights. He launched himself into pursuit, web-slinging and flipping with practiced agility, closing the distance with each swing. The figure vaulted over chimneys and ducked beneath wires, but Spider-Man’s reflexes were faster.

Finally, with a precise flick of his wrist, he shot a webline toward the fleeing figure’s ankle, yanking it back just enough to throw them off balance. With a startled gasp, the figure stumbled. Spider-Man lunged, pinning them gently but firmly against the rooftop’s ledge. His suspicions were confirmed as moonlight illuminated the familiar mask and sly smirk beneath it. "Black Cat," he breathed, slightly exasperated but not entirely surprised. She gazed up at him with playful defiance, her silver hair glimmering under the city lights.

Still holding her wrists, Spider-Man narrowed his eyes.

"Breaking into jewelry stores again? Or just out for a midnight stroll?" he teased. Black Cat arched an eyebrow and offered a slow, seductive smile. "Oh, come on, Spidey," she purred, her voice soft but daring. "You know I prefer more... exclusive treasures."

Her lips curved into a mischievous grin, and Spider-Man couldn’t help but sigh. His eyes roamed over her costume. It had changed from the last time they had - met.

His memory flashed back to that night - the chase, the catch, the kiss. He looked at her costume. It was still black spandex, but it had taken a more bold route. The chest was deeply cut, such that her cleavage was boldly shown, only her nipples covered by the spandex. The two of them remained on the rooftop, their banter laced with tension, caught somewhere between opposing sides and old familiarity.

"So spidey.", she said, purring. "Did you miss me?"

Spider-Man’s eyes narrowed as Black Cat slipped from his grasp with feline agility, her smirk daring him to give chase. She struck first, aiming a swift kick at his midsection. He dodged, flipping over her leg with ease, but she was already moving again. Her claws slashed through the casing of his web-shooter, jamming it. Perfect, he thought bitterly. She used the distraction to sweep his legs out from under him, sending him crashing onto the rooftop. But Spider-Man recovered quickly, springing to his feet. They circled each other, exchanging blows in a blur of movement—his precise and calculated, hers wild and unpredictable.

As she lunged, he ducked low, rolling beneath her strike before firing a web at her wrist. With a sharp tug, he yanked her toward him. She twisted mid-air, trying to break free, but he was faster. In a fluid motion, he tackled her, pinning her against the rooftop. Both were breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling in sync. Black Cat’s eyes glittered with playful defiance, her lips curved into a sly smile. "You sure like pinning me down, eh spidey?", she smirked.

Without warning, she pulled him into a kiss. He knew that he shouldn't do it. He knew that it was wrong. But he didn't want to stop. Something about her. The way she kissed. The way his tongue roamed in his mouth. The way her hands held his back. The way her lips felt. It was - electric.