I know you lot are gonna be fed up with me attempting this again. But I REALLY want to do an OC/Black Cat story set in the 2018 PS4 Spider-Man video game Universe. However, I'm going to use my normal OC, the one without superpowers or enhanced abilities/senses. He's just a regular human as Black Cat is, so I think it would be suited to pair them together.

That OC is George Edwards/The Bladewolf, hence the title obviously. I doubt this story will go all the way up to Marvel's Spider-Man 2 or Marvel's Spider-Man: Miles Morales, so... don't ask about that. If, IF Black Cat appears in the sequel to the 2018 game, then I may have my OC show up.

And with the story picture... yes, I'm picturing Black Cat with that appearance in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man. I only own the OC George Edwards/The Bladewolf.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will be landing at John F. Kennedy International Airport in just a few moments. Please make sure you have all your luggage and prepare for departure, thank you."

"About time." A young man in his mid-twenties muttered under his breath as he stood, opening the compartment above his head to get two suitcases. The man was handsome, least that's the women tell him, with short black hair, dark brown eyes and fair skin. He was clothed in a short-sleeved black shirt, a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans and a pair of black combat boots.

This man's name was George Edwards.

Putting the suitcases down on the seat beside him, George took out his phone and sent a quick text to one of the two people that were meeting him at the airport. It's been so long since he was last in New York, some things have probably changed though hopefully not too big of changes.

George looked out the window and smiled as he saw New York City in the distance coming closer and closer as the plane flew over and came in towards Queens, where the airport it would be landing at was. Once the plane air the airstrip and soon came to a stop at the docking bay, George was the first one out when the plane door opened.

It didn't take him long to make his way to the terminal and find two familiar people waiting for him. "Peter! MJ!"

The two people turned and spotted him, smiling widely as they jigged over and engulfed him in a hug. Peter Parker was a man in his 20s, same age as George actually, is slightly above-average height, with a lean but muscular build, and standing 5'10" in height. He has brown hair and hazel eyes.

MJ, or Mary Jane Watson as her full name would be, stood at 5'8", with a slim build. She has blue eyes and copper-red hair, the latter of which she has in a ponytail, with her bang almost covering her right eye. She wore a brown leather jacket coupled with an orange scarf and a green collared shirt underneath, as well as a white shirt underneath that, and a pair of brown ankle boots.

"George! good to see you again!" Peter said with a smile.

"Yeah, it's been a few years since we last saw you, in person at least." MJ said.

George chuckled and shrugged. "Well, I had to go out and do my own thing after we graduated high school."

"So what've you been up to?" MJ asked as they started to go for the exit to the airport.

"Well, graduated college, got a couple of jobs that had some good pay before I quit them to do some other stuff... honestly, quite a lot." George said with another chuckle. He then gave them a look, having noticed their closeness. "I see Peter finally stopped stuttering around you and asked you out, MJ?"

"Yes, eventually." MJ giggled as Peter pouted at them.

"Hey, I wasn't that bad!" He defended himself.

George snorted. "Dude, you literally stared at her every day in school like she was Aphrodite or something. But seriously, I'm glad you two decided to stop playing and get together. God knows I've been trying to push you two together for so long."

"Speaking of relationships, what about you?" MJ asked teasingly as they exited and Peter waved down a cab. "Got a girlfriend?"

George scoffed lightly. "Nah."

"Let me guess, you slept with your co-workers when youw ere working?" MJ asked with a roll of her eyes before she gasped and looked at him. "If your boss was a female, did you sleep with her?"

"...Okay, one night we were drunk-"

"Honestly!" MJ threw her hands up. "You are a horndog! You slept with the entire cheerleader squad back in high school-"

"That was their idea, not mine!"

"-You slept with the nurse-"

"She was bending over while in that sexy nurse outfit, and she was doing it intentionally!"

"-You slept with Liz Allen after she broke up with her ex-"

"We were both drunk-"

"And you still kept sleeping with her." MJ said with a pointed look.

George tried to respond but couldn't. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, yeah... I was a literal horndog back then. But I like to think I've changed since then. Maybe one day i'll get into a relationship with a girl and settle down like that. But for now... I want to enjoy being back in New York."

"Glad to hear it." Peter said as he finally got a taxi which pulled up. After putting George's suitcases in the trunk, the trio of friends got in and the taxi was off.

"So, where's Harry?" George asked, referring to his 3rd oldest friend since high school and the son of Norman Osborn.

"On a trip in Europe. He lest a few days ago." MJ told him. "He did say he's worry he couldn't be here."

George nodded. "And his dad? He still a dick as ever?"

Peter snorted in amusement as MJ nudged George in the ribs. "Be nice."

"What? Osborn's a dick." George said.

"Glad I bought this online." George said as he stood in the living room of a New York-style loft, which he had bought prior to his return to the city. However, aside from coming back to catch up with some old friends, George had another reason of coming back.

Years ago, when Peter's uncle was killed, George had felt so useless that he vowed to never let another feel that kind of pain again, he vowed to try and stop that as best as he can. So over the past seven years, nearly coming up for eight, George has been training to fight, mastering each type of MMA and wrestling, training himself to use weapons such as guns, swords, knives, you name it.

He was gearing up to wage war against crime. But unlike Spider-Man, he was going to go about it seriously and in a more... burtal way.

George walked over to one of his suitcases and opened it, revealing armour within. He stared at it blankly for several moments before his expression hardened and he reached for it...

"Lose them!" One of the thugs in the silver BMW shouted at the driver while leaning out the window to shoot at the pursuing police cars.

"I'm trying!" The driver snapped. "Should've picked a faster car!"

"Stop whining and just drive!" The thug in the back shouted before leaning out the window as well and firing at the police. "Last thing we want is Spider-Man stopping us!"

Suddenly there was a thump on the roof of the vehicle, getting the thugs' attention before an armoured hand smashed through the driver window and grabbed the driver, throwing him out as he screamed. the sudden loss of a driver caused the car to go out of control and the other two thugs to scream before the BMW smashed into a lamp post hard, sending the thug in the back flying through the windshield and smashing into the concrete ground, dead on impact. The passenger thug had been wearing his seatbelt, but he had hit his head off the dashboard hard, blurring his vision.

He heard footsteps and slowly looked up to see a figure standing t the door, glowing red eyes staring at him before the figure raised a gun and pulled the trigger, blowing the thug's brains all over the inside of the vehicle.

The figure, George, looked around before hearing police sirens and left...

And that's it for the first chapter. I hope it was good enough for you all.