So I understand that my version of the Black Cat is probably a little OOC... I haven't had any complaint yet, but for this chapter, I just might. Sorry. Also, I got a new laptop! :D My other one had a broken keyboard and I couldn't use any word documents without it freezing up, so the only way to write chapters was to export them from the previous stories I had written... Now I got a working keyboard and Microsoft Word, so be prepared for mores updates! :D Please excuse my typos, I write my chapters quickly and don't usually have time to give each one a thorough edit.
The bright morning sun shone through the cracks in the blinds, illuminating small areas of the cheap room. The small bed in the corner of the room was unmade, the covers strewn at the bottom of the bed, the pillows smushed together, and the sheets all wrinkled up. The creamy white carpet had various clothing and other items scattered around it carelessly. In the middle of the messy room sat a lean, feminine figure. Her almost white platinum hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders, several silky locks of it were hovering around her face. Felicia was hunched over a pad of paper, in her right hand was a simple black pen that was carefully writing each letter in neat, precise strokes. Her light eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her light green eyes trained on the pad of lined paper, not wandering off to anything else in the room, or out the window. On the first page of the pad, she was writing down a list.
Spider-Man Clues, she wrote on the first line.
Was close (relative maybe?) to a man named Ben Parker.
Looks to be in his late teens... Probably around my age.
Doesn't have a beard or mustache. She smiled, remembering their kiss.
Smart, maybe some kind of science nerd.
We seem to be equal height... So 5'9/5'10
Light build, more like a swimmers body.
Light weight. For sure not above 180 pounds.
She let out a sigh, her pen tapped the paper in thought. That was all she knew about him. It'll be all I know if I don't start researching soon, she thought. Felicia pushed herself away from the wooden chair she was sitting on and stood up swiftly. She walked towards her closet and opened the little wooden doors and pulled out normal civilian clothing. She went with a low cut white and black striped halter top, black skinny jeans, and black heels. She preferred wearing the color black because it always looked great with her hair, and the white popped out the light green in her eyes. She was wearing a more alluring outfit, one that accentuated all of her curves and showed off her toned body. Today Felicia Hardy was searching for answers and answers she will get. Her hair fell freely around her shoulders, she wore no jewelry, bare minimum amount of makeup, light purple lipstick, tad of blush, mascara, and dark grey eyeshadow. Before walking out the door, she grabbed a medium sized purse. Grabbing the pad of paper, her pen, and her Black Cat costume, she stuffed it all into the bag.
It didn't take long for her to reach the coffee shop that had a computer. Felicia ordered a simple coffee, teasing the poor boy who took her order by speaking in a light, seductive voice. His voice wobbled, he stuttered and made a complete fool of himself. She smirked and waited patiently for her coffee. Once she had it, she walked over to a available computer. Sitting down on the stool, she opened up a web browser. Taking out her pad of paper with the list of things she knew about Spider-Man, ready to write down any new information she may discover. Looking at the first thing on the list, she typed in Ben Parker in the search engine. A small groan escaped her lips as she looked at the millions of results. Need to narrow this down... She then added New York City to her search. Her eyes scanned the first page, finding nothing, she went to the next page. There! Excitedly, she clicked on the link. The page loaded, it was a newspaper article. Carjacker Kills Old Man, she read the title of the article. Perfect. She knew that the carjacker was her father.
Benjamin Parker was shot by a carjacker after refusing to give his car over. The old man did not die alone, his young nephew found him right before he breathed his last.
Felicia read the first line, skimmed over the article, not finding anything else interesting. That was, until she reached the last paragraph.
Officials say that the Carjacker was brought to justice by the new wrestling star, Spider-Man. The guy left before anyone could question him. Afterwords, it was said that he quite his wrestling job.
Her green eyes widened. Spider-Man, a ex-wrestling star? She chuckled. Taking her pen, she added to her list, Ex-wrestler. So that was nine things she knew about the guy. Her mind wandered towards the part in the paper were it mentioned Ben's nephew. Hmmm. She bit her lip and was on the search to find out who this nephew was. After many failed attempts, she finally found a bio on the guy.
Parents: Richard and Mary Parker. Deceased.
Current family: May Parker. Ben Parker, deceased.
She read on and didn't find out much. There wasn't any picture and besides his relatives, there wasn't much details except that he lived in New York, was some kind of science prodigy, went to Midtown High. She added him to the list. Peter Parker-?
"Now what?" She asked out loud, to no one in particular. Her mind wandered to the recent knowledge that Spider-Man used to be a wrestler. A smirk grew on her face. Spider-Man New York Wrestler, she typed into the search engine. This time, the very first result was a article on the guy. Not only that, but there was multiple fan sites, newspaper articles, and pictures. She clicked on a newspaper article. Soon as the sight loaded a picture of a light weight guy in a poorly made Spider-Man costume popped up. She nearly laughed at the pathetic picture. Spidey-boy has really upgraded since then. She skimmed the article.
"The guy came from nowhere."
"Don't know how he did it, but he was able to beat the biggest and toughest of guys."
"Was a cocky fellow. Let the stardom get to his head."
She read the last quote slightly confused. That did not sound like Spider-Man she knew. Sure he was cocky in his fights, but he was not arrogant, or self assured. He put the needs of others way above his own. She went back to the search results, eyes scanning the titles. Spider-Man lets robber go. She clicked the promising title. She was shocked with what the article said.
Spider-Man lets the famous Cat Burglar get away with a bag full of cash.
"How did it happen?" Asked our reporter.
"I didn't pay him enough money... The guy got angry and stormed out. Next thing I knew I was robbed. It is a narrow hallway. Spider-Man was standing right there, completely blocking the path. Right when the guy reached him, he moved and let the guy go, not even attempting to stop him." Said the guy who was in charge.
"Why do you think he did it?" Questioned our reporter again.
"The guy said and I quote, 'I fail to see how that's my problem.' When I asked him right after it happened. He looked real smug, since that was the same thing I told him when he accused me of not paying him enough money. Then he just walked away and we never saw him again."
Felicia's green eyes widened slightly. He looked the the other way for my father... Walks down the streets to find Ben Parker shot by the same man he let go. She thought sadly. Now it made sense when she asked him to look the other way while she bailed her father out of jail and he replied with, "I looked the other way for him once... Never again will I do it again." She sighed. Now she just had to find out how Spider-Man knew Ben Parker. He could be Peter Parker... Or, he could be Eddie Brock. She remembered reading about the guy when she found Peter's bio. Apparently Eddie's parents died during a plane crash, the same plane Peter's parents were on. He was supposed to be real close to the Parker Family. Only thing was, he was a freshman in college, but he to was very intelligent in science. Had a internship at the ESU lab with Dr. Curt Conners. Ironically, so did Peter Parker. I got two leads. I just hope I am looking in the right places. Felicia smiled humorously, a idea just came to her. In the web browser she typed in, Spider-Mans Identity. She found a newspaper article from the Daily Bugle pop up with the title, Who's behind the mask? Clicking it, she waited for the page to load. Felicia shifted back in shock, a large picture of Spider-Man's face popped up, only one half was the masked vigilante while the other half was a average, but quite good looking, she added, boy. He had brown hair, brown eyes. She scrolled past the picture and skimmed the article.
Peter Parker Spider-Man? Was that first line, it seemed to jump out at her.
"It makes sense... He is the only guy out there who can even get a picture of the guy. That and he some how is always at the crime scenes that Spider-Man appears at." Said a journalist at the Daily Bugle.
"Alright, fine. Spider-Man calls me whenever he is about to bust a crime. The guy is a bit of a attention hog." Admits Peter Parker. After interviewing everyone Peter knows, we have not found any hard evidence, but several suspicious things. One guy, Eddie Brock, a close friend of Peters, was dead sure that Peter was Spider-Man. Yet, another guy, Flash Thompson, a guy who goes to school with him, says that he is most definitely not Spider-Man. Several people laughed at the question, but Doctors Curt and Martha Conners responded with a quick, "No Comment!"
Felicia smirked, not bothering to read the rest of the article. She then went back and found a retraction from the Daily Bugle with the cover saying, Peter Parker is NOT Spider-Man. She looked over the article and apparently Eddie Brock was put into heavy lockdown and confinement for becoming mentally unstable along with bonding to a alien life form that corrupted his brain and turned him into the black monster that looked a awful like a buffed up, evil version of Spider-Man.
Well then. Felicia concluded, taking her pen and crossing Eddie Brock's name off the list of Spider-Man suspects. Now she just had one guy, Peter Parker. I'm going to find him. I need to talk with him, I should be able to tell by his voice or personality if he is that wall crawler.
She deleted the computer's history after she wrote down the information she just learned on her list. Felicia picked up the cup of the barely touched coffee and threw it out.
Felicia walked down the busy sidewalks of New York city, she was headed towards a dark alley to change into her Black Cat costume.
Several minutes later, a nearly black costumed figure was racing across the New York skyline. Thin metal cables assisting her way from building to building. A small trickle of sweat working it's way down her face. The temperature was slightly hotter then it usually was for a sunny spring day. She preferred colder weather, especially since her suit was made out of a leathery material with tuffs of fur on her arms and legs, making it quite uncomfortable in the heat. Her mind was wandering over various topics, one of them being if she was headed in the right direction to get to the Parker's household. It was at that moment when she heard the police sirens. Her eyes glanced over at the speeding cop cars below. Spider-Man must be near by, she thought. Felicia turned around and began to follow the cop cars from a distance, just barely keeping them in sight. Within seconds a loud, "WHOOO!" echoed around the concrete buildings and in swung the masked vigilante. A smirk graced the purple colored lips of the Black Cat. Despite her being utterly upset with the guy, the sight of him still made her 'purr' on the inside.
"Time to make a unexpected visit." She said out loud, leaping off the building and onto the thin, almost invisible spiderweb. Her claws jumped out of her fingertips and she sliced through the web. She watched with satisfactorily smile as Spider-Man suddenly was falling to the ground. He looked up in surprise to see what happened to his web string.
"Cat?" He called out, slightly shocked at seeing his on and off ally. Though, he wasn't quite sure what she was to him now, after the incident with her father back in the jail.
"Spider-Man!" Her lovely voice swooned, she shot out a cable and it stopped her free fall. Spider-Man did the same, since he didn't really feel like becoming a pancake on the streets below.
"W-what are you doing here?" He stammered slightly, he cursed the very sound of her voice. She knew just what to do to turn his insides into mush and drain all the blood from his brain.
"Does there have to be any reasons for my visit?" She asked innocently, already knowing he wouldn't buy it.
"Typically, yes." He answered, although it was unseen, he still raised a curious eyebrow. She was acting strange, considering last time he saw her she practically vowed to ruin his life.
"Oh Spidey, relax." She intertwined her leg with his, getting close to him as possible. Making sure her arm was wrapped securely around the wire, she used her other arm and placed a tender touch to one of his pectoral muscles.
"Cat..." Spider-Man warned, his heart was beating faster by the second, since when did it get so hot out here? He thought to himself. It already was a unpleasantly hot day, but right now, it was just completely unbearable.
"Would you believe me if I tracked you down just to see you?" Felicia's green eyes stared up at him, she was trying her best to not smirk. He looked like he was about to loose control.
"Uh... Maybe? No... Er, yes?" Peter stammered, he didn't know how to respond. She let out a small chuckle.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Felicia leaned her head in closer, her mouth was slightly open and she hovered just above the material on his mask. Her hot breath drove him crazy. Peter was fighting himself to not rip his mask off and attack her with kisses. He let out a lustful groan. He started to feel a dull tingling in the back of his head. Spider-Sense... I have to clear my head. The sense of danger was becoming stronger. With a hard push, and a whole lot of self control, he pushed himself away from the Black Cat and released his grip on the strand of webbing. He shot a web out and pulled himself to a building, using his feet to stop him from sliding down the glass surface of the windows. Peter escaped her grip in just the nick time to, she was just about to pull his mask off. She pouted and looked over at him with determination.
"Was it something I said?" She called out teasingly.
"Look Kitty Cat, I don't know why your here, or what your trying to accomplish by doing this, but I have to go."
Great, he feels threatened. "B-" She was going to say something but he had vanished, trying to catch up to the cop cars. "Great. Just great. Now he's on to me." This was going to be a whole lot harder than she originally thought.