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Gwynx: Pure John Wick style.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man. I only own the OC George Edwards/The Bladewolf.
The Amazing Spider-Man had been having one hell of a busy night. He swung through the financial district with practiced ease towards the location of a robbery. A jewelry store a few blocks up had been the victim of a smash and grab. Or rather, would have been, had it not been from the intervention of the man he had been pursuing all night, mainly following ambulances to do so.
Catching sight of the shop, a wide amount of ambulances and double that number of police cars in front, the Wallcrawler dropped down onto the street and approached on foot, taking extra care to be as unthreatening as possible. "Hey Spider-Man!" called a friendly voice as one of the cops beckoned him over. "What can I do for you this evening?"
The lenses of his mask narrowed as the focus shifted and Parker watched a body bag be loaded onto an ambulance. "Tell me what happened here" said Spider-Man as he turned his attention back to the cop. "Was it him?"
The officer nodded in response; no further description needed. "Saw him myself, fleeing the scene as our car pulled up. We were first ones here." Explained the cop. "Blood massacre here. Morgue's gonna be busy tonight. Most of them gunned down by Minigun."
"A Minigun?" Spider-Man asked, raising an eyebrow underneath his mask. "This guy the Terminator or something?"
"Probably." The cop shrugged before raising an eyebrow. "Hey, you've been at this for seven years now, what's your opinion on this guy?"
Behind his mask, Peter pursed his lips. It wasn't the first time that evening he had been compared to the Bladewolf, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. "He's done things I wouldn't." answered the Webslinger, nodding towards the body bags being loaded into ambulances. "I'm more than happy to just be a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, he seems like the type who likes his coffee extra black."
"Maybe." Answered the cop as the ambulances finished with loading the dead bodies. "But I get the feeling... that it's that simple."
Spider-Man thought back on the other places hit by the Bladewolf. Two sites that were being used to store weapons and drugs, three attempted muggings, a chop shop used to launder money and found to be full of stolen vehicles, and now a robbery. The guy had been frighteningly efficient.
However, as another place was hit by the Bladewolf, another exceptionally capable individual was already beginning her morally and legally questionable activities. Sat behind a camera affixed with a high-powered lens, a certain platinum blonde and curvaceous woman smirked as she affixed a domino mask to conceal her identity. Taking one last look at her mark and where the guards were, the Black Cat stood and stretched out as she ran through her plan for this heist over in her head.
Two streets over was Fisk Tower, a massive monolith built with the name of New York's most influential, yet most secretive, crime boss emblazoned across the front. While only a select few knew the man was a CEO by day and the elusive crime boss 'Kingpin' by night, many more knew that Fisk was quite a collector of fine art, and that was what had attracted her attention. Ensuring her specialty infiltration equipment was secure, the woman picked up her grapple gun and took aim. Accounting for the drop of the hook, the Thief took aim and squeezed the trigger and letting the hook fly until she felt it connect with the building across the street. Rocking on the balls of her feet, the Black Cat began to move forward, picking up speed until she was right at a dead sprint and leapt off the edge. With her thumb, she flicked a switch on her gun and squeezed the trigger again and her grapple gun began to hum as it reeled her in and she swung through the street, wind whipping through her long ponytail as she came up from the bottom of her swing.
Because the Grappling hook was attached to a harness around her body so she didn't rip her arm out, the Black Cat was free to relax as she ascended, extending her legs until the heeled boots on her feet hit the wall. While they had the look of typical heels, they were soft soled, not only allowing her to move nearly silently, but the 'heel' was a hollow storage compartment, with soft rubber on the bottom to ensure stealth. The Burglar was more than adapt at moving on heels, and the rigid 'upper leather' section meant that the likelihood of a rolled ankle was practically nil. With grace and agility, the Black Cat ran 'up' the wall as the grapple gun pulled her upwards. Once on the roof, the burglar disconnected the hook and ran along the rooftops until she was in a dead spot in Fisk's surveillance where she prepared the next phase of her plan.
Readying her grappling hook again, she watched the guard walk around the terrace down below, patiently waiting for him to round the corner and give her the opening she needed. Her patience was soon rewarded as the purple clad gunman did exactly that, and she instantly seized the opening with both of her clawed hands. Using her grapple, she crossed the gap and slowly went up until she reached the next ledge, in a well practiced move, the thief took the rappelling gear off her shoulder and wrapped the loop around a fixture before connecting the c clip to her own harness before disconnecting the hook.
Leaning back, she felt her wait be supported by the rope as she began to play it out, slowly descending to her intended destination on the 19th floor. Once at her mark, she extended the claws in the tips of her gloves and began to cut a neat circle in the window before pushing the glass into the building as it clattered to the floor. Knowing that the action would have tripped the alarm, the Black Cat moved quickly, but appeared unhurried, cool and collected in her movements as she spied her mark at the far end of the room. Rolling in an EMP grenade, the pulse from the sphere disabled the electronics, motion sensors, laser tripwires, and pressure plates, and whatever other security features the Kingpin had to protect his legally acquired artworks.
Drawing a pneumatic spike, the thief anchored her rappelling line to the side of the building. Raising her grapple, she then sent the hook to the far wall and connected the grapple gun to the rappelling line as she hooked herself to the grapple line. With a feline's agility, the Black Cat shimmied along the horizontal line through the display until she reached her target. Reaching for her satchel and pulling out the black cat plushie inside, setting down on the pedastel before plucking the Chinese statue up and stowing it securely in the bag.
But just as it looked like this heist would go off without a hitch, she heard the handle of the door nearby begin to turn. Reacting quickly, she pulled herself up, bracing herself against the wall with one hand and foot as the other rested on her line as the door swung open and a man walked in with a radio and flashlight. "Yeah, I don't see nothing, looks like a false alarm" he said as he ambled in. "Fine, I'll take a closer look ya lazy shit" he grunted before securing the walkie talkie to his belt and stepping closer in, though he didn't bother turning on the lights and just used his flashlight.
Smirking, the Black Cat bided her time until the man got closer, and then she struck. Dropping down, she wrapped her legs around his neck and squeezed him between her thighs as she pressed her hand to his mouth and he struggled against her chokehold. "Shhh..." She whispered into his ear as he pawed at her legs, trying to free himself. "You know, most men beg to get between my legs." Purred the Black Cat seductively as the man finally ran out of oxygen and passed out.
Felicia got to her feet and was quick to leave before risking being discovered.
The next night, George was back out in his armour, staring at the docks. he had listened through radio chatter that a ship had made port this afternoon, and apparently it belonged to Wilson Fisk.
Taking a scan of the area, he saw that there was no one, not a single man or woman in sight...unarmed. Everyone George saw there had a barely concealed weapon on them.
'I wonder what's been brought here on that ship.' George thought to himself as he eyed the ship. 'Guess I better find out.'
The only weapons George had brought with him were two combat knives, and two pistols with silencers on them so he didn't make any loud noise during this unless it was needed.
Pickup up his grapple gun, George aimed and fired a grapple line before zip-lining the way, making sure nobody saw him, and he soon landed on the ship in a roll and whipped out his two silenced guns, checking his corners for any guards but found none that would've heard his landing, thankfully. He didn't want this to get bloody and messy right away.
As he slid up to the wall and carefully walked around a corner, a door opened, causing his eyes to widen as a man holding an AK-47 came out but George quickly wrapped a hand around the man's mouth and pressed him against the wall, stabbing him in the neck and holding it there until the man's life faded and he died. George took his knife and put it away before he stood.
George rounded a corner and saw two more guards who were just turning around but George was on them, leaping and stabbing one through the chest while holding his second combat knife in the other hand and he stabbed the other guard in the neck and was quick to cover his mouth when the man looked ready to scream in pain. George let the bodies hit the floor dead and took his knives back before walking away. he continued onwards, making his way to the bridge, taking out any guard he came across quietly with his combat knives.
He came to the bridge and saw one guard who was just turning around to grab something when he saw the armoured vigilante standing there and reached for a gun but George stabbed his knife into the man's hand, covered his mouth to prevent the men and women patrolling outside the ship to hear and come investigating. The last thing George needed was to be on a ship swarmed with alert guards.
George ripped the knife out and tripped the gun, placing his knee on the back of the man's neck and pressed his silencer into the man's head. "Talk. What were you transporting on this ship? What's Kingpin up to?"
I…ah! I don't know" he managed the thug managed through troubled breaths, the pilot's knee across his chest and stomach bleeding profusely. "I swear it. I swear to God-"
"Swear to me!" George growled as he stabbed the man's hand with the combat knife again and twisted it, causing the man to let out a muffled scream as George kept his mouth. Once George felt he had enough, he removed the knife from the whimpering man whose hand was gushing of blood. "You better talk or that hand's going to get worse."
"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you!" the man whimpered pathetically. George just pressed the gun harder into the back of the man's head, making it clear he should talk fast or else. After nearly a minute the man finally had enough control of himself to begin speaking in coherent sentences. "Fisk is bringing in weapons."
"What kind?"
"Surplus from Afghanistan" replied the man. "Serious stuff, rocket launchers, heavy machine guns, demo charges, grenade launchers, I even heard that they found some armored vehicles."
'Sounds like Fisk is going to war with someone... but who?' George thought to himself with a frown underneath his mask before he turned the man onto his back and pressed his gun against his mouth. "What's Fisk's game here? Why is he bringing in all this stuff?"
"He... he didn't say much but... he... he's got some plan going on." The man said through whimpers. "A plan... that...m-might take over the city and eliminate competition like the Magia and Hammerhead!"
"'The Magia and Hammerhead?' George frowned, of course he herd of those two. The Magia were no joke, George hasn't been hired by them, but he's heard of them through other organisations like the Russian mob and the Italian Mafia. As for Hammerhead, George has heard stuff about that guy. If Fisk was planning on eliminating competition and taking over the city... he'd need to be stopped.
"Thank you for this." George said before he knocked the man out with a punch. "The police will want to hear this." He had been recording the man's words and will send it to the police along with the guy here as proof of things that happened here. But he had to be careful, if he was now going up against Wilson Fisk of all people, he'd need to be extra careful since Fisk had a lot of people in his pocket and was very powerful...
Which makes him wonder why he'll be sending this scumbag to the police along with the recording, but it might help root out Fisk's contacts within the police so there's that. Grabbing the man, George soon left to drop him off at the police precinct.
Once he had done that, George shot a grapple line to launch him onto a rooftop. As he walked along it, movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked someone was on a rooftop. Curious, George fired a grapple hook and swung after them.
"Whoo, this guy's good." Felicia Hardy AKA the Black Cat said to herself as she rana cross a rooftop, looking back to see she was being pursued by someone. Her eyes narrowed behind her mask as she saw the figure swinging around the corner of a building in a very familiar way. "Spider-Man" she realized as she leapt to the next rooftop. "If you want to catch me, then I'm going to make you work for it."
The burglar drew her grappling hook and took aim at a water tower atop the building across the street and pulled herself across before resuming her run, nimbly vaulting over a sofa that he been deposited on the roof for some reason as she checked the watch on the inside of her left wrist. "Sorry Spider..." said the thief to herself as she slid down the riverside of a sloped roof, "...but I'm gonna have to cut our date short, a girl's got work to do."
She knew the vigilante was at his best high and in open areas, if she wanted to lose him, running across open rooftops wouldn't do it. Veering to her right and jumping off the edge of the building, she used the fire escape as a trapeze to toss herself to the wall, the claws in her gloves digging into the brick and slowing her descent before she jumped to the ground and vanished into an alley and crossed one barren street into another.
The woman once again swung her head around as she rounded the corner and pressed herself into the shadows, her black catsuit ensuring she was invisible to anyone, even Spider-Man. Slowing her breathing, she waited, mentally keeping track of the time that passed.
After a few minutes of hiding, she felt confident she had lost her tail and stepped out of her refuge, heels clicking on the ground as she couldn't help but feel proud of herself, at least until she heard the sound of someone landing on the ground behind her. Felicia couldn't keep a smirk from her features. "Just couldn't leave a girl alone, could you Spider-Man..." she said as she began to turn. "Always have to be the hero."
However, her smirk dropped and her eyes widened when she saw the person before her wasn't Spider-Man, not by a long shot. It was actually the new vigilante, the Bladewolf.
"Not exactly." He said and jumped down from where he stood, causing Felicia to back up a bit and tense as he watched her very move and looked her over, his red glowing eyes narrowing and widening several times like he was examining her.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Felicia smirked seductively and placed a hand on her hip as she leaned forward, causing her breasts to push out a bit since her zipper was down enough to reveal a lot of cleavage. "See something you like?" She then began sashaying her way towards him, hips swaying invitingly. "After all... what would the city's most wanted man want with little old man?"
"A guy can't be curious?" George asked as Felicia started circling him, running a hand along his armour from the chest, to shoulders, to his back and back around to his chest.
"Well he can, like a girl can be curious." Felicia said as she pressed herself agaisnt him and wrapped her arms around him, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist, causing him to look at where her leg was and then look at her, and she had the impression he was raising an eyebrow behind that mask. "What? Don't tell me you aren't enjoying having a woman like me pressed against you like this?"
He grunted. "Who are you?" He asked.
Felicia blinked. "You don't know little old me?" She asked with some surprise but still kept her teasing smile in place. "You must be new indeed. But to answer your question... the name's Black Cat, and I just crossed your path."
Shen then pushed herself off him and walked away, hips swaying, which made her skintight suit cling to her ass and make her look more sexy in the Bladewolf's eyes but he didn't stare for too long as Black cat turned and blew him a kiss with a saucy wink before she fell backwards and off the ledge. George ran forward but saw her swing away on her grappling hook.
"Woah..."
Woah is right. Anyway, that's another chapter out and it featured our lovebirds meeting. Well, the Wolf and the Cat have met.