Chapter 10: First Clash, Part 2

"Just you and me now, Scarlett O'Spider." Black Cat snarked as she eyed her opponent.

"Bring it on." Scarlet Spider replied.

Black Cat opened with an uppercut that Scarlet Spider promptly dodged.

"Son of a- you're a feisty one! I like that." the former seductively purred as she dodged a kick.

"Sorry, but you're not my type."

"Oh, I'm hurt."

Before Scarlet Spider could make a retort, her opponent proceeded to punch her in the stomach.

"You- you- B-"

"Language."

Scarlet Spider turned and head-butted Black Cat, before firing webbing onto her eyes.

"Ooh. Looks like someone didn't finish charm school." the latter snarked.

"Shut. The. Hell. Up."

"Make me, babydoll." Black Cat replied as she wiped the web from her eyes.

A red-gloved fist met Black Cat's head, sending her reeling.

"You're going to pay for that, ya little harlot!"

"With that outfit and that rack? Look who's talking, call girl!" Scarlet Spider snapped.

"Who're you calling a call girl, punk?"

At that moment, Spider-Man reentered the fray and launched a few blasts of webbing at Black Cat, pinning her to a nearby HVAC unit.

"Ooh…I see you like it kinky. How about we go and find someplace private and see what you're packing under that spandex?" the latter purred as she broke free from the webbing.

"Not interested." Spider-Man replied.

"Well, you're no fun. But believe me, Spidey. We'll be seeing each other again soon. Goes double for you, Scarlet Spider."

And with that, Black Cat threw down a smoke bomb and made a run for it.

"Well, that was kind of embarrassing." Spider-Man said as the smoke cleared.

"Peter, you got kicked in the balls right out of the gate and the bad guy got away. Embarrassing is not the word I'd use."

"Well, we live and learn. Remind me to buy an athletic cup ASAP."

First night out and we lose to a busty babe in a leather catsuit. It can't get any worse than this. Scarlet Spider thought.

"Miss Hardy, how was the venture to Alchemax?"

"I got the files you asked for, but I got caught. Looks like Sloane decided to cut out the human element and replace all the security guards with robots. That and a couple in spandex-"

"Run that last one by me again."

"Here's what happened- I got caught by a robot and bolted up to the roof. When I got there, a guy and a girl in spandex landed there. If I had to guess ages, I'd pin them as late teens or early twenties. Pretty good fighters to boot. Called themselves Spider-Man and the Scarlet Spider."

"Anything else to note?"

"Both seemed to fire spider webs or something out of their wrists."

"I see. Thank you, Miss Hardy."

"Anytime, Normie."

"Call me Mister Osborne! Or barring that, Norman!"

"Anyways, you said you'd reward me for this. Where's my paycheck?"

"I've got something far better. Check into the EVO Clinic on the Upper West Side. Tell them that Mr. Johnson sent you in for delta-level augmentations."

"Tell me what I'm going to get."

"Enhanced strength, agility, and the ability to warp probability itself. Meaning you can live up to your namesake."

"Thanks, Norman. Remember, I'm always in touch."

The conversation ended, and Norman Osborne looked out his penthouse window.

"I don't know who Spider-Man or Scarlet Spider are. But what I do know is that I can't have them running around sticking their noses into OsCorp's business!"