AN: First of all, Happy Holidays to everyone. I hope that you get to spend time relaxing with friends and family over the next few weeks during whatever secular or religious holiday applies to you. Secondly, I received my first Fan Fiction request this past week from a gentlemen named mrhawkprime. While I am honored that someone thinks I am up to the challenge, sadly I barely have enough time to write my own Fiction, so I will not do doing this. But I encourage mrhawkprime and others like him to write. You never know if the story idea you have is the one others would love to read. I personally though his idea was interesting and would love to see it happen, but I can't do it justice because I don't have the time to ensure proper quality. As a final note, I listened to the reviews from Chapter Five. Your welcome.
Chapter 7
Spider-Man and Black Cat walked out of the central control room. One of the guards that they though they knocked out had wiggled his way across the floor like a caterpillar. The determined guard had worked his have over to the wall, propped himself up and was talking into an intercom of some sort.
"They just left the central MMMPH!" The guard was cut off as a wad of webbing wound up over his mouth.
"Time to go." Spider-Man said with urgent worry as he ran down the hall.
Just as the pair approached the lobby where the elevators resided, six more of the khaki clad security personnel stormed out of the elevators. These ones were armed with MP5 Submachine Guns, a weapon known around the world for its small size, but high stopping power. The Fisk Industries guards got in a line so they could safely fire their weapons and aimed at the intruders.
Spider-Man stopped running and held his hands up in the world wide known position of surrender. "Could you gentlemen help me? I'm attempting to make off with information about your corporate espionage practices and need direction to the exit." He said with cheerful sarcasm.
"Put your hands on your head, and get down on your knees!" shouted a visibly older man, likely the one in charge. "Were taking you to Fisk."
"Oh wait. You're bad guys!" Spider-Man said in the same tone as before. "You know what to do babe."
Black Cat had been appearing to hide behind her partner. In reality she had been pulling out two of her most practical and useful tools. A flashbang and smoke grenade. Spider-Man's mass of grey and black armor, as well as the non-stop movements of his mouth kept the focus of the armed gunmen on him, while she prepared their escape. When Spider-Man have the word, she tossed the flashbang to blind and disorient their foes, and then the smoke grenade to conceal them from sight.
Groans from the armed men were heard as the two jumped up and clung to the ceiling. Something that was unexpected though was what happened afterward. The average thug and gangster would unload an entire magazine into the smoke the moment that their vision returned. This time though it played out differently.
"Hold fire." The voice belong to the older man who was giving the commands.
Two shots then rang through the smoke filled hallway. Slowly the older man and two of the younger guys worked their way through the smoke to where Spider-Man and Black Cat had been standing. The two heroes waited until they were above the trio and then they made their move. Spider-Man and Black Cat used their webbing and bolo grapple to attempt to immobilize the three gunmen. The two younger men were caught, but the old guy rolled away backward.
"10 meters, 12 o'clock, on the ceiling." He called out. The other three men with MP5's advanced into the smoke in a wedge formation. The three fired at the ceiling, semi-automatic fire indicating a level of discipline above that of a street level crook.
Spider-Man launched on the offensive, leaping off of the roof, twisting and landing in front of one of the gunmen. The hero stuck out with a right side cross, and followed it up with a left side straight knee, before finally finishing with a right elbow to his temple. The man he was fighting was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground with a thud.
Next to him Black Cat attacked in a far more graceful manner. First she somersaulted down as well. Then she sprayed some mace into the face of another young guard. She then knocked him out by launching a high roundhouse kick into the head. The lower part of her shin connected with a resounding 'slam', and the guard fell over.
The last two guards, the old man and a guard with long black hair, backed away into the smoke. They re-aimed their weapons at the heroes. This time they just open fired. A series of simultaneous bangs erupted from behind the wall of smoke that still hung heavy in the hallway.
Spider-Man tackled Black Cat to ground. The 9mm rounds from the MP5's passed over their heads. "We need to get away from them." Spider-Man demanded. While lying on the ground, he began to pull himself along with his hands and push along with his feet. This allowed him to stay below the hail of gun fire. Black Cat also pushed her way along behind the Spider.
Eventually they worked their way around the corner and got up. "So we won't be going out that way?" Black Cat asked even though she knew the answer.
"Nope. Gonna have to use the stairs." Spider-Man said. The two ran down the hallway. It was away from the gunmen and the central system. As they approached the end, the two saw a doorway they indicated that it led to a stairwell.
"Thank god for fire code's" Spider-Man said. He shoulder charged through the doorway, and began to run up the stairs to the executive offices.
"Why are we going this way?" Black Cat asked.
"Fastest way out, fights will break stuff along the way." He explained.
The two burst through the door to the executive offices. As they moved through the doorway, they were greeted with a sight that they did not expect. Standing in front of them was a men they both knew and despised. The Kingpin.
"Well if it isn't the two most infuriating vigilantes in the city." The Kingpin said with calm malice.
"Kingpin!" Spider-Man said with over-the-top cheer. "How's your health? You look like you've put on some weight."
"I would recommend my personal trainer, but she isn't taking any new clients." Black Cat said with mock concern.
"Yes. She must be good. You've gained two pounds. It's fat developing around your thighs." Kingpin said, his analytical skills shining through.
Black Cat wore a look of shock on her face. "It's the holidays." She defended.
Kingpin stared at the two of them. "I look forward to reliving you of what you stole from me." He said as he dropped all 330 lbs. of his considerable mass into a fighter's stance.
Spider-Man knew that this was going to be rough getting through him. He decided that it would be best to tried to use speed to get around him. He began to sprint down the hall. Kingpin held his ground though. Spider-man jumped into the air, rebounded off the wall and tried to pass over the criminal lords shoulder.
Despite his immense size, the Kingpin was able to move extremely quick, and managed to grab the fly super hero in the middle of his jump, and threw him back down the hallway toward Black Cat.
"How'd that work, being on top?" She asked as he pulled himself off the ground.
"Not the time. I'll hit him high, you hit him low." Spider-Man groaned.
The two ran down the hall again. This time together. The Kingpin drew his right fist back and prepared to strike. It was not the first time he had tussled with numerous foes. Spider-Man was used to struggling with large villains such as the Rhino though, so he was just as prepared to fight.
Spider-Man shot a webline and caught the right fist of the Kingpin. He then jumped over his left shoulder and yanked the webbing as hard as he could, causing the big man to punch himself in the face. Below, Black Cat slid below and tied up the Kingpins feet with another bolo grapple from her arsenal. Spider-Man then pulled a few more times on the webline.
"Stop hittin' yourself. Stop hittin' yourself."
Kingpin then reached up with his left hand to rip the webbing off of his right. "You caterwauling imbecile."
Spider-Man jumped onto the back of Kingpin and pushed off to do a backflip. The force caused Kingpin to trip because of his tied up feet. He fell down with a resounding crash.
"And Humpty Dumpty had a great fall." Spider-Man said and turned around to see Black Cat looking around.
"So we escaped a hit squad and knocked down the fat man. How are we getting out?" She asked.
"You won't get out. As we speak, my security will be forming on the floor above and below us. You won't escape." Kingpin said, working his massive hands around the cables binding his legs.
Spider-Man webbed them up to keep him from escaping. Then shot a wad of the goop over his mouth to keep him from talking. "We've already beat you. You don't get to do the super villain monologue right now. Save that for when were strapped to a table or something."
"Oh. There's something you can do to me later. Or maybe I can do to you." Felicia said suggestively.
Kingpin groaned through the webbing covering his mouth.
"I know, she never turns it off." The hero said to the villain sympathetically as he looked down. "It is one on the reasons I like her though."
"So what's your plan to get out?" Black Cat asked as Spider-Man walked into a nearby office.
The office housed a desk, chair, file cabinet, and a window that ran the length of the room. Spider-Man walked over to the high-back office chair behind the desk, and moved it around to test the weight. He then picked it up and threw it through the window to the rooftop across the street that was a few stories below. "I'm just gonna go out the window." He said plainly, and jumped out to start swinging away.
The heroes were back a Peter's apartment in SoHo. Peter had plugged in the drive that they had copied from Kingpin's computer system into Peter's own. A progress bar has been filling painfully slow, and wasn't speeding up. The two sat on the couch in more relaxed clothing. Peter wore a white tee shirt and plain boxers, while Felicia wore a black nightgown with a plunging neckline and an exposed back.
"Alright. I disconnected the computer from the network, so it won't signal any Fisk Industries systems when it finishes decrypting." Peter explained.
"How long will that take?" Felicia asked, biting her lower lip.
"Won't be done until morning." Peter said.
"Good." She said. And before Peter could react, Felicia moved over to sit on his lap, legs on both sides, and started kissing him. She reached to the hem of her boyfriend's shirt and pulled it over his head, and threw it away before kissing down on his neck.
Peter knew where this was going. The heist, the fact that he had been missing while fighting the Inheritors, the fighting. All of these things excited Felicia, and she was probably turned on like a lightbulb. "You wanna move this to the bedroom?" He asked.
"No. Right here. Right now." She demanded.
Peter complied, continuing to kiss and lick at Felicia's ample and exposed cleavage. The kissing continued on for a few more minutes before Felicia removed the nightgown and simultaneously Peter removed his boxers. Now unencumbered, the two proceeded at Felicia's direction and control.
She moved up and down as she held Peter's head to her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair and was sure to use her hands to guide his other movements as she wanted. Peter followed her direction, thrusting at a matching rhythm to keep with the intensity and enthusiasm. The movements continued until the release of orgasm caused their muscles to slow down and relax.
"Well that was…" Peter started.
"Not enough." Felicia finished with a smile still on her face. She dismounted Peter, pulled him off the couch, and led him to the bedroom.
An hour later, after more enthusiastic and passionate lovemaking, Felicia collapsed on top of Peter. The sweat shining on their bodies in the moonlight. The only sounds at this point being the heavy breathing of the couple.
"Well that was more energetic than usual." Peter observed.
Felicia stretched over to kiss Peter before snuggling up next to him. "Well you do know how to show a girl a good time."
"When the data is decrypted, hopefully we can have more fun." Peter said.
"Fighting bad guys and spending time with you are my two favorite things." Felicia said contently.
"Me too."
AN: People wanted more sex. Luckily, that is pretty easy to deliver with a character like Felicia Hardy. The tricky part is still writing it so it doesn't seem to overdone and too graphic, but like two adults in a healthy relationship.
