AN: So I tried writing a different chapter to continue the story, and I basically burned it to the ground in the editing process. That's always a heartbreaking task. So in the meantime I wrote a little action chapter just to get the creative juices flowing and to keep practiceing writing dynamic action. I need more practice because there is a lot of it in my Agent Venom story and I can't quite get the scenes right. Anyway. I hope you all enjoy, and be sure to let me know what you think.

Chapter 6

Spider-Man swung through the city towards the American Museum of Natural History. The night air helped to cool his skin under his armor just enough to keep from sweating. The lights coming from the cars, street lamps and the windows of buildings provided plenty of light to easily navigate the skyways of the city. Behind him Black Cat followed with a massive smile on her face.

The reason that they were going to the American Museum of Natural History was quite simple. Artifacts from the British Museum of Natural History were loaned to their American equivalent. Among these artifacts were personal and professional affects from John Dee. Being the massive nerd he was, Peter was able to find this information out in less than five minutes. The two heroes were out the window (because what self-respecting hero left out the front door and revealed where they lived?) shortly afterward.

"All right, were almost to the museum." Spider-Man said into his mask's radio connected to an earpiece that Black Cat wore.

"Good, but we might need to take a quick detour. Looks like a massive bar brawl one block over." Black Cat said.

Spider-Man looked over and sure enough, a bunch of guys in leather jackets and coats were in a massive group fist fight/mosh pit with another massive group of guys wearing clothing with various shades of purple. Luckily no one seemed to be shooting so that means that innocent civilians weren't likely to get hurt, but unless an entire precinct of riot police was dispatched, it was going to be hard to control this fight.

"All right. Let's loosen up and warm up before our fight with Mysterio." Spider-Man said and swung toward the fight.

"Who are these guys?" Black Cat asked.

"Guys in leather are the Dogs of Hell, biker gang. They're into guns, smuggling guns, extortion, insurance fraud, and the odd bit of cybercrime. The guys like they're paying tribute to Prince are the Rolling Sevens Gang. They do good ol' drugs and prostitution, with some illicit gambling." Spider-Man explained. "I wonder why their fighting." He asked quizzically.

"Who cares?" Black Cat said and dropped down.

Spider-Man followed. When the two hit the pavement, Spider-Man put a hand on Black Cats shoulder to keep her from just diving into the fight. This was certainly normal behavior for her, and it warmed his heart to see his girlfriend back.

"Wait a second. Give them a chance." He said to her. Spider-Man turn to face the mass of brawling bodies. "Your mother and I are very disappointed in you all. Stop fighting and go to your rooms NOW!" He yelled with as much fatherly authority he could muster. No one paid attention. Everyone kept punching and kicking.

"Yeah. We're wonderful parental figures." Black Cat mock sarcastically. She then tosses in some smoke grenades and when they detonated, she jumped in.

Spider-Man followed after. First he used his massive strength to jump over the brawl and landed on the other side. When he landed a biker and gangster noticed him. When they recognized him, the miraculous happened, they stopped fighting.

The wonder was short lived though. "Get the Bug Man!" shouted the Rolling Seven's member. The biker jumped with him to try and take down the 'Bug Man'.

Spider-Man juked left ducking the two men. He then shot a webline around the gangster and attached it to the biker. He then pulled the biker over on top of the other assailant. Now on the ground, Spider-Man dropped a knee the back of the biker, pinning the two. He quickly punched the two in the sides of the head, knocking them out.

"Seriously. Not bug. Arachnid. I know most of you guys didn't graduate high school. But maybe middle school biology?" he complained out loud to no one in particular. The only people who ever understood the difference with the mad scientist types.

The hero then pivoted to face another biker who stood over a beaten gangster. Because he was facing away, Spider-Man swept up behind him, and kicked him in the back of his right knee. Spider-Man then drew his arms around the bikers head in a rear naked choke. Spider-Man drew his shoulders back and in seconds, his victim was choked unconscious.

Spider-Man's next two targets were another set of fighting criminals. The biker was armed with a tire iron and the gangster a baseball bat that at least went with the purple Yankees hat he wore. The hero shot weblines at each of their feet. He then jumped up over a nearby lamp post and suspended them from their feet like a pair of ugly piñatas.

Spider-Man took a second to admire his good work. The second after that his spider sense flared. Like a champion limbo competitor, he bent back and dodged a haymaker punch from another biker. From his strange position, he shot another webline, catching the thug's fist. He then jumped up again and hung the third criminal from the same light post as the other two.

"Hat triiiiick!" Spider-Man shouted victoriously thrusting both fists into the air. This brought the attention of several other fighting felons. It seemed at this point they had learned that they needed to work together if they wanted to avoid a litany of assault charges they were now facing.

Spider-Man just stared them down everyone waiting for someone to make a move. Spider-Man moved his mouth. "C'mon guys. Can't you just come quietly? Like seriously, I hear that happens" He pleaded. The mob just stared back. "All right."

Spider-Man pulled a small canister from his belt. It looked like a smoke grenade with a red button on top. It was a web bomb that he had designed. Pushing the button mixed his web chemicals in the canister with an expanding propellant, rupturing the canister and saturating the area with webbing.

Spider-Man tossed his gadget and when it contacted with the ground, his enemies found them stuck in a familiar white fluid. "Stick around everyone." Spider-Man chuckled. Sure he ripped the pun/one-liner from the movie Predator, but classics were classics.

"Ah man. Not again." One of the Rolling Sevens whined.

"Ha ha. A repeat customer." Spider-Man said.

Sirens could be heard now and police stated to pull up. A male and female got out with their guns drawn and took a look around. Spider-Man also examined the scene to see who else needed to be dealt with. He had dealt with about half the people. Black Cat stood in the middle of the other half, who were all either knocked unconscious, or tied up with bolos.

"Damn. You two work fast. We got the call like three minutes ago." Said one of the cops with amazement.

"Happy to help." Spider-Man said. "Break out the flex cuffs and a spare pen. You two got a lot of paper work."

"Always good to see you work." Said the female cop. "Especially good to see you work." She said to Black Cat, eyeing her up and down.

"Always good to be appreciated." Black Cat said back, practically purring, and returning the oogling of the attractive woman officer.

The two men just stared.

"I just imagined them making out." The male cop whispered to Spider-Man.

"Uh-huh." Spider-Man grunted. Half of his brain was indulging the male fantasy of a threesome. The other half was reminding him that it was a bad idea.

A moment of silence later. Spider-Man focused. "Cat. Let's go."

"Ah fine." She sighed. "Have a wonderful night…officer." She said the last word in a matter that would undoubtedly lead to more dirty thoughts.

The two hero's swung away.

"You think that Spider-Woman, Captain Marvel, or Emma Frost would be down to spend some quality time with us?" Black Cat asked after a few blocks.

Spider-Man didn't respond. He was too busy trying to stay conscious as his blood flow was redirected from his brain.

AN: So after you all had to deal with Black Cat being all mopey, I decided that so good, unclean, highly suggestive statements from our favorite vixen in black would be a good way to make it up to you all. It was good for character development and drama, but this is easier and more fun to write. A bit about the gangs I used. The Dogs of Hell come from the MCU, where they have been in Agents of Shield and Daredevil, and the Rolling Sevens come from the game Spider-Man: Web of Shadows. And as is custom, thanks to Highlander, Celgress and Kobevilla. Another Big Thanks for the shout out from NeoTyson again in his own story that he is writing (which I can't wait for further updates).