AN: And another one up. Hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 9
Black Cat and the White Queen met and found themselves in the same position as the previous night. Together, on a roof, in their after work outfits, looking at a building with priceless art. The time was once again at night, the moon showing in the sky above. The biggest difference was the presence of police instead of the Jade Syndicate thieves. Black Cat looked through a pair of magnifying lenses in her mask while Emma Frost used her mental powers to astral project. The two made small talk to wait for the police to escort the rich dude's statue.
"How did your day go?" Emma asked.
"Great. Fresh coffee, cases closed, a new and very rich client, and I've got my boyfriend tied up back at our apartment?" Black Cat explained happily. She looked over to Emma to see the woman's reaction.
Emma just looked at her blackly. "Just remember the difference between a fetish and a felony is whether or not you asked first."
"Well he certainly didn't expect it."
"Cat." Emma scolded.
"Don't worry. He was doing and experiment with his web fluid and it went wrong." Black Cat explained.
Emma let out a small laugh. "Just make sure that he doesn't start anything that resembles a mad science lab. Lord knows how much trouble that he could cause. Still, I'd like to see what you meant by 'his experiment went wrong'."
The two made more small talk. Cloths, work, movies, news, rumors about SHIELD recruiting and working hero's for off the books missions that violated all kinds of laws, and some of the more erotic novels that they had read recently. All of the day to day stuff that they two super heroines were involved with on a regular basis.
The two stopped talking when the police started to move to their vehicles. Below a mass of men in blue surrounded a middle aged Asian lady as she got into a large SUV. The police got into their cruisers that were in front and behind the SUV. The entire convoy drove off seconds later.
"Time to go." Black Cat said, and jumped off the roof.
Detective McCann rode in the lead vehicle of the convoy down the road, chugging his fourth cup of coffee. It seemed that he was the only one who was panicking about this ride. The thieves were professionals, and probably had a plan if that insurance investigator was right. The woman in the back of the SUV that was behind him was way to calm for this ride. The insurance investigator was nowhere near, so she was probably back in a cozy bed someplace with her Flavor-Of-The-Night boytoy. McCann took another sip of coffee, he was surprised that he didn't have an ulcer from the stuff.
He pulled up the radio in the car. "This lead vehicle. Everyone, in order, report.
"Vehicle Two, nothing to report."
"Trail Car, SUV is holding to the route, no deviation."
"Arial Unit. He have another bird in the sky, moving in our direction."
McCann sighed. "Any indication of interception?"
"Not at this time Lead. Bird is still a reasonable distance away." Came the voice of the pilot.
McCann held the radio in his hand and thought it out for a second as he gazed out the window. This was Manhattan, plenty of helicopters, even if it was night time. Besides, what were they gonna do, land the chopper between the buildings, rob a SUV guarded by police, and escape when they could easily pursue with their own bird? Naw, that was crazy.
"McCann here. Keep an eye on them, let us know if they move in."
"Will do Lead."
Hangman rode in the rear of a heavy lift cargo helicopter. It had been repainted to look like a run of the mill helicopter. Affixed to the bottom of the vehicle was a powerful electromagnet that they would use to lift steal not just the statue, but the whole damn SUV it was traveling in, even though it was in a police escort. Amazing what you can learn when you bribe a valet.
"Hangman, they have a NYPD bird here." Hefty said.
"That's fine. Get in 300 meters of it with a good view from the flank." Hangman said calmly.
"Got it. Fly casual."
Hefty slowly banked the helicopter like a pro. In addition to being able to drive, and sail, he was also a decent pilot. Hangman pulled a M240H Machine Gun from a wall rack, hung it to a door gun mount, and loaded in a belt of green and orange ammunition. Every fifth round was a tracer that would allow hit to track where he was firing, very useful when firing at a moving target at this range with nothing but the sky as a backdrop. Dragon sat and listened to a police scanner.
Hefty looked at the air distance scanner on the helicopter readout. It was similar to a radar in that it used radio frequencies to scan for nearby flying objects but didn't have any information on the aircraft. But if you were in eyesight, it didn't really matter. Hefty flew to Hangman's requested distance and made sure his leader had a line of sight.
Hangman open the sliding door and pushed the barrel of the machine gun outside of the cabin. He then lined up his shots and then squeezed the trigger. Several rounds of 7.62 shot out into the night sky. The first burst flew under the NYPD helicopter. Hangman adjusted his aim and fired again. This time the bullets shredded the police vehicle just below the main rotor.
As the helicopter turned away, smoke pouring from it's entire upper section, Dragon piped up. "The NYPD lost their air support for now. Police are beginning to take assertive action." He explained.
"Fine with me. We'll be gone shortly." Hangman said.
"What the fuck?!" McCann shouted. "How the hell did they get an attack helicopter?!"
McCann's night just went to shit. It was gonna take a miracle to keep this stupid statue safe. The gunfire caused the drivers in front of the convey to panic and crash their vehicles. The traffic jam had the police stuck for the moment.
"Damn it. Try to push some of the car out of the way." McCann told the driver.
"Hefty, pick up the car." Hangman ordered.
Hefty flew in between the buildings and hovered over their target. A few flips of a switch later and the electromagnet they were carrying was powered up and lowering to the roof of the SUV. Less than a minute later, the magnet made contact, and a light on the panel in the helicopter went from yellow to green.
"Got our fish on the hook." Hefty said.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Came the sound of gunfire from the machine gun. Hangman was firing at the police vehicles, disabling them. "Good work. Reel her in and get us our prize." Hangman said.
Hefty smiled and adjusted the throttle of the cargo helicopter to raise it's altitude. The slack was pulled out of the cable before going taught. As Hefty started to lift the SUV off the ground, the engine of the steel bird started to whine. The green light on his instrument panel went from green to a flashing, angry red. Hefty lowered the throttle, made a few adjustments on the controls, and tried again. Same result.
"Shit!" the pilot exclaimed.
"What?" shouted Hangman.
"SUV's too heavy. Can you shoot the tires off, or shed the engine to bits or something? Might lessen the weight." Hefty said as he lowered in altitude and drifted a little to give Hangman the ability to shoot at the target below.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Bullets bounced off the SUV of the individual they were attempting to rob. "Fuck. Car's Armored." Hangman explained.
"Explains the extra weight." Hefty said.
"Can we lift off?"
"Police are reacting to us fast!" Dragon said urgently.
"Can we?"
Hefty did the math in his head. No way they were gonna lift off with the extra weight. "No. Not possible."
"FUCK!" Hangman said. Getting this last cat statue was the bane of his existence. They could try again, but only if they didn't get arrested. "Pull out."
Hefty nodded in understanding. He started to flip some switches, but the flashing angry light didn't change. The controls for the electromagnet weren't responding. The magnet was stuck to the SUV, and it couldn't be detached from the inside.
"What's wrong?" Hangman growled angrily.
"Ummmm…the magnets stuck."
"…FUUUUUUUCK!"
Black Cat and White Queen watched the entire failure of a theft go down from a nearby rooftop. The helicopter started off with a good plan, but the entire plan went topsy-turvey when the Jade Syndicate discovered they could make off with the take. From there it just got worse. The helicopter was landing now in the middle of the street. Detective McCann and his convoy of police having their gun drawn on the men inside. The thieves couldn't escape now.
"Huh. That was easy." Black Cat stated.
"Sooo…what now?" White Queen asked.
"Back to my place? Make fun of Peter?"
"Sound like fun."
"If it bleeds, we can kill it." Said the lead actor.
"Timeless line." Peter said. He was still stuck, but at least the webbing had begun to liquify.
"I personally like the scene at the beginning where they are flexing and sweaty." Came the voice of Black Cat.
Peter craned his neck as far as he could. On the balcony was his girlfriend and the White Queen. They were standing side by side in their uniforms, minus the mask of Black Cat. It was a sight that many men would like to see in their bedroom.
"Well well well. Look at this sight. Peter stuck to the bed, shirtless, women's underwear on the floor. Seems like this is the aftermath of some fun." Emma said. "Or the start of something more fun." She followed up as she approached the man on the bed.
Felicia smiled. This was perfect. Her boyfriend captive. "Well Peter. You can tell her. Did we have sex before I left?"
"Uhhhhh."
Felicia smiled a little bigger on the inside. He wouldn't lie. She knew him too well.
"No we didn't." Peter said stiffly.
"So you're attempting to seduce me then?" Emma asked as she leaned over, giving the man a good view down her corset.
"Welllll, I think that my girlfriend might." Peter resigned.
Emma smiled at Felicia. "I'm not surprised that you would try something like this. But there is a slight problem."
"And that is?" Felicia asked coyly.
"He genuinely doesn't think it's a good idea." Emma said removing all of the playfulness from her voice.
Felicia sighed. "I was hoping you'd say something like 'he still has pants on' or something."
"Oh trust me. The whole scene is very enticing. Lacy garments on the floor, man candy on the T.V., sweeter man candy on the bed. It's very enticing." Emma commented.
Peter smiled brightly. "Hear that Felicia, I'm better than anyone in Predator."
Emma smiled back. "You're lucky I prefer a runner's body it a body builder. Anyway, though the lizard part of his brain is totally imagining us naked and making out as he alternates between, the mature adult part of his head thinks that it would be bad for the long term for you two. First, it's me, then is someone else, next thing he fears is that you are surfing between other women and only stopping to see him occasionally." She explained. "That really sweet thing is that it isn't just about the sex for him, but just being with you."
Felicia starred at her boyfriend for a moment. If it weren't for the fact that he was stuck to a table by one of his science experiments gone wrong, it would be the most endearing thing that she could have imagined. "Let me pitch this idea, you aren't a one time thing, but stuck around…?"
Emma looked at Felicia, then at Peter. "Lizard brain is thinking about a very hot student-teacher-principal fantasy. Mature adult brain doesn't believe he will be able to satisfy us both emotionally and physically." Emma know had a whole new level of respect for the man. Almost all men would have convinced themselves that this could be a healthy thing for a relationship. A permissible way to satisfy they natural male urges to make as many children with as many women as possible. Peter Parker was not like that. He didn't want a bunch of women to make him happy, he only wanted to be happy with one woman.
Felicia was overcome by an immense feeling of pride in Peter, herself, and her relationship. "Ahhh." She couldn't stop herself from felling so cared for.
"You should keep him." Emma said.
Emma had left and Felicia had fallen asleep with Peter. No sex. Once again, Felicia found herself in an oasis at night in the middle of the desert. Once again, wearing a toga with a blue charm necklace. Once again, Hathor, the Egyptian Goddess, sat on a bench by a pool of water, her red dress shimmering in the moonlight as the breeze blew through. Felicia walked over and sat down.
"How was your day?" Hathor asked with a knowing smile.
Felicia chuckled as she brushed some of her white hair out of her eyes. "It was excellent."
"Did you figure out what my little gift does for you?" the goddess asked.
"Yes I did."
"Almost anything is possible with a little bit of extra luck." Hathor said with a smile.
Felicia frowned. "What about my whole threesome plot?" she asked.
Hathor laughed. "Almost anything. Some things, like your mate doing anything that would damage his relationship, are still impossible. But this might help." Hathor took off her gold necklace she had been wearing ad put it on Felicia.
"What's this one do?"
"Well let's say this one makes you more feminine to the man in your life. Guaranteed to help you get him in the mood." Hathor said suggestively.
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. Just a favor from an admirer of your work." Hathor said, and sat down.
Felicia woke up and looked to her neck. No necklace. She looked over to look at Peter. He was still stuck to the bed. "Even if I wasn't going to keep you, I guess you're still stuck here for the night." She whispered.
AN: This wraps up Arc 4. NeoTyson, Akira-Hayama, Celgress, Highlander, and Jakeros, thank you all for continuing to review. This chapter went through several edits, I really had difficulty trying to find the right pace of the climax and the falling action. In the end, I think this was the best outcome. For those who thought this was gonna become a Spider-ManXHarem story...yeah...no, not happening. Not my goal for this story. I feel it would be in character for Black Cat and Emma to be willing to go for that kind of arrangement, but not Peter. Old Fashioned...probably...lame...maybe...still, it's what I'm doing.
