AN: Sorry for the delay. I will explain at the bottom.

Chapter 8

Black Cat swung over the city, mad as a hatter. Running an internal ranting monologue that would scare most people into staying far away from her if they could hear it. She was questioning all of the progress that she and her boyfriend had made in the past few years. It used to be that they would only partner up for the odd job, and then have a romp in the sheets. As they spent more time out of their costumes, they got closer. Peter and Felicia was a wonderful addition to what was just Spider-Man and Black Cat.

This night was just another example of what Felicia was afraid might happen in their relationship. Spider-Man would start to push Black Cat away from some situations because Felicia was still in Peter's life. That was unacceptable it Black Cat. Sure, she had grown to love the 'normal' side of their relationship, but superhero side was the original spark. The thing that started her eventual love of the most important person in in her life, and the thing that still made her tingle when she thought about it. She didn't want that to ever diminish, and more and more it seemed like that her boyfriend was willing to sideline her for convenience or safety.

"Stupid, self-centered, stubborn…" Black Cat muttered as she ran across the rooftops. "If he can work solo, so can I."

Black Cat was working he way over to a custom bike shop that she had overheard some of the Dogs of Hell talking about when she went undercover. Apparently, you could get more than bikes built at the garage. It was the main place where the DoH was storing and selling their illegal weapons. The machine shop allowed them to custom builds of weapons as well.

Black Cat arrived at the building across the street from the garage. The garage was actually a small warehouse with a walled front courtyard. The warehouse inside presumable held a machine shop, lifts, and a whole variety of tools. Somewhere else inside would be whatever guns and explosives they had for sale. Cat slinked her way across her roof to peer over the short wall to begin to observe the routines of the facility.

"Wish I had some coffee for this stakeout." Black Cat said to herself as she settled in.


Spider-Man swung through the city. He outfit still stank of smoke and cinder, but at least all of the soot was off. His girlfriend left in a huff and didn't tell him where he was going. He probably should have just followed her to try and talk, but he only figured that out with the benefit of hindsight.

"Way to go genius." Spider-Man said to himself. It was going to be a long night of trying to look for Black Cat. "Way to go…"


3 Hours Later

Black Cat was beginning to get a little sore. The gravel on the roof was not by any means comfortable. The way she was leaning was causing her back to hurt. And the place that the Dogs were using was open way too late for an average garage. It was almost 11:30 at night, and the lights were still on. People were still coming in and out, but at a much slower rate at least when she first started he watching.

"Ugh. Tonight sucks."

A throat coughed behind her. "Most nights suck for people in your line of work."

Black Cat whirled around to face the voice. In front of here was the man she had heard earlier about, Frank Castle…The Punisher. Dressed in his signature black tactical gear with white skull. His weapons were pointed in a safe direction away from Black Cat.

Black Cat held her hands up in a fighting stance. "What are you doing here?"

"I was planning on scoping out the Dogs of Hell gun storage place before attacking the place. Took out the Sevens cash house, so they can't buy weapons, but the Dogs have their own, so I'm gonna take those out of play. Makes it easier for me to kill them later, and harder for them to kill innocent bystanders." The Punisher explained. "Now what are you doing here?"

"I was going to beat up all of these guys, and then have the police come." Black Cat said with confidence.

"Where's your boyfriend then?" The Punisher asked casually as he walked forward.

"Not here." She said defensively.

"Okay. In that case…" Castle moved smoothly, simultaneously drawing his M1911, and a pair of flex cuffs. "Put these on."

"Oh for the love of god…" Black Cat groaned.

AN: So I had a busy couple of months over January and February, and at the end of February there was a death in my family. I just haven't had the time or energy to write until now. I wanted to get a quick bit out just to let you know that I didn't forget, and that I appreciate your patience. Don't worry, the only thing that is distracting me as of this moment is Mass Effect: Andromeda, and a few of my other stories. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this little morsel.