Sorry it took so long to update, but I had an idea for another fan fiction. I'm back now.
"Good thing you waterproof!" Spider-man said as swung after vulture, which was getting kind of frustrated at his inabilities to loose him. "Peter, he is going to turn left at the next building. Turn left before him and swing around it. He can cut him off!" He did as the suit instructed.
Black Cat was like a real cat in the way that she hated being wet, unless it was in a worm bath or shower. However she needed to follow Vulture, even if her skills were limited. She couldn't swing like Spider-man. Her grapple was to swing between buildings she couldn't jump. She was losing them. Suddenly she saw something strange. Spider-man turned left as Vulture was still going forward. "Fuck!" She screamed. What was Spider-man thinking?
"Fuck!" Vulture heard that costumed bitch, the Black Cat scream out suddenly. As Vulture turned left, he noticed that Spider-man was no longer behind him. He must have finally lost him. Vulture laughed as he looked forward again. That was when he suddenly ran into to black booted feet slam right into him. Vulture went flew into the building behind him, it wall doing little to cushion his fall. He tried to get up but suddenly Black Cat was on him. She extended her claws and in one motion sliced into his flying harness. Vulture realized that suit was no longer fictional. He was grounded. He slowly reached for his plasma pistol. He was going to take that bitch out if it was the last thing he did!
Black Cat silently forgave Spider-man for his actions. It was clear to her now that he cut Vulture off to prevent his escape. He was quick on his feet too... or webs in this case. She looked to she Spider-man coming in at high speeds. She turned to see way. Black Cat snatched Vultures pistol out of his hands and crushed it. "Sorry, old friend. I don't plan to use one of my lives today. Maybe some other time." Cat said him. "Sorry, Spider. I didn't need your help this time." Spider-man shrugged, "Oh well." Spider-man turned to Vulture, "Now, Vulture! How could you steal these jewels? I mean, what kind of impression are you giving to all those kids that saw you?" This guy has real smart mouth! But Black Cat was actually starting to like it! She looked at her hair. God it needed to be dried and combed.