Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man. I only own the OC George Edwards/The Bladewolf.
"Hey George, its Peter. MJ and I are going out with a few of her co-workers from the Bugle tonight. Just wanted to extend an invite, see if you'd like to come since never properly celebrated you coming back to New York. We're meeting at Club Solar, at 9. Please come if you can, otherwise I'll be the only guy there and it could get awkward."
That had been the voicemail George had listened to on his phone after waking up from a very good night's sleep after the previous night. He had to take a rest after having a piece of shrapnel in his right leg and he had lost a fair bit of blood that made him too weak to do anything else so he rested after bandaging his leg up.
Once he had checked his leg then got dressed, he got into his new recently bought car, a black Dodge Challenger SRT Demon, and was currently driving to the club to meet with Peter and MJ. Of course, he had placed his armour and weapons in the trunk of the car just in case he needed it while he was out tonight in casual attire.
Parking the car, he gave it one last rev before he reluctantly turned it off and opened door.
"Damn George." said a familiar female voice as he looked in the door mirror to see Peter and MJ along with two other women, "Nice ride."
George smirked. "Yeah, she's a beauty." He got out of the car and closed the door, locking it with his keys and pocketing them. "Come on, let's get inside. With how my week's been going, I need a drink."
The others laughed as they headed inside, George following them. Along the way, he saw a person reading a newspaper that had the headline of Bladewolf Strikes Again! Menace responsible for explosion in Manhattan.
Once inside, the five managed to snag a booth and ordered their drinks over the pounding music. George able to get a good look at the two new Bugle employees. One was a dark skinned African American woman, Glory Grant. The other was a more modestly dressed brunette, short haired, named Betty Brant.
"And this is George Edwards, he's an old friend of ours from high school, recently came back to New York a week ago." introduced MJ as George was shaken from his thoughts and waved casually.
"Really? Where were you before you came here?" Betty asked
"Hawaii." George said with a smirk. "Enjoying the sights and the view was very lovely."
"I'm sure." Betty smirked.
"So what exactly do you do?" asked Glory as she sipped her drink, "Must be something pretty serious to drive a car like that."
George chuckled. "Just some high-pay job. Always wanted a good looking car like that, so I bought it." What they didn't know, was that he used the 6 million he found from those weapons dealers to buy the vehicle just a couple of days ago.
Glory whistled in amazement. "Those cars are expensive."
George shrugged. "I like expensive stuff, it's worth buying sometimes."
Peter seemed to be eyeing him oddly, but before he could say anything, George decided to take some initiative and turned to the three women. "So you all work for a newspaper? Well, what kinda news is happening?" he asked.
The question had the desired effect, the two women quickly went on an extended rundown of everything he could want to know about the happening of the city. He took it all in as they cut each other off and had to yell over the music, but it was mostly good information.
Eventually that led into the three going on about their work and some office gossip, with both of the men giving each other knowing looks as the twiddled their thumbs and hoped to all that was holy that they would be ignored for the time being.
"So George, what's your opinion on this Bladewolf guy?" Betty asked, snapping George from his thoughts.
George, who had his eyes closed and his arms crossed, opened his eyes and looked at her before he gave a casual shrug. "I think he's trying to help out."
"Help out?" Peter asked with a frown. "He's killed people, though!"
George raised an eyebrow. "Didn't say I liked the guy, just that he's someone who probably thinks he's doing the right thing. But I haven't been here long and even I can tell this place is a bit of a shithole. Looks like somebody finally reached the end of their rope." he said as he shrugged again.
"But aren't you worried about him just roaming the streets?" said Peter, the ire in his voice rising. "What if he decides to come after you?"
"Peter, I didn't sit on my ass these past few years, I took some figting classes." George said.
The look on Peter's face went flat and neutral in an instant before steadily relaxing. "And if it's not enough?"
"Then I go down fighting." George shrugged.
The two went back to watching the conversation going on between the three women before it too finally came to its conclusion. "How about we hit the dance floor?" suggested Glory as the other two women nodded immediately. "You two coming?"
George shook his head, "Nah, not really the dancing type." He said, though he did notice a faint look of disappointment on Betty's face.
Peter then surprised him. "I'll join you in a minute, okay MJ?" said the lab tech.
"Don't keep me waiting too long Tiger." advised the redhead with a mischievous smile before the three left the two men alone and soon disappeared onto the crowded dance floor.
George simply waited for whatever Peter had in mind as he sipped his drink while Peter swirled his, evidently deep in thought. "Looks like we both have different opinions." Peter finally said.
"Doesn't everyone?" George pointed out. "I mean, look at the whole President election crap. Everyone's got their opinions. Still though, despite being an assassin, I think the Bladewolf just... wants to do some good for once. I mean, don't the Avengers have some hot redhead that worked for the KGB or something?"
"Black Widow. And yeah, I think so." Peter nodded then he saw something over George's shoulder and groaned while slumping. "Oh God, why?
"You don't sound too happy to see me, Peter." A familiar female purr-like voice said and George's eyes widened as he easily recognised it. "And here I thought you'd be happy to see me."
'You've gotta be kidding me.' George thought to himself as he turned around and his eyes widened at the familiar woman and her how gorgeous she was. 'Oh... mama!'
Even when out of her black leather attire, the Black Cat was a strikingly gorgeous woman, and she had come dressed to kill. Her unzipped jacket revealed a partially unbuttoned blouse that barely concealed her impressive cleavage. Unlike the pony tail it was in the last time George had seen her, her exotically colored hair was down and free flowing in waves halfway down her back, contrasting with the black jacket that stopped above her waist. The similarly black mini skirt she wore clung tautly to her feminine curves, highlighted her ass, and stopped well north of the knees, leaving her toned legs on display, clearly sculpted by her activities as the Black Cat. Those were only further enhanced by the heels she wore, and part of George's mind wanted to know what it felt like to have those legs wrapped around him.
"Why are you here, Felicia?" Peter asked with a sigh as he glanced over to his girlfriend on the dancefloor then looked back at his ex. "I'm here with MJ and some friends."
"And I'm here to get a drink, have a good time, maybe get a hot date." Felicia said with a grin before she took notice of George and smirked as she notices how he looked her up and down and he look he gave her. "And hello~"
"Who's this?" George asked as he looked at Peter.
"Um, George, this is Felicia Hardy... my ex-girlfriend." Peter introduced awkwardly. Was it this weird to introduce a friend to your hot as hell ex?
George's eyebrows lifted as he looked Felicia up and down again, then gave a 'Dude, you dated this hot chick and broke up with her?' look to Peter, who could only just shrug
"Why hello there handsome~" George suddenly heard Felicia purr in his ear as she snuggled up against him. George blinked in surprise as the platinum haired vixen pressed her curvaceous body into him. "Why so tense? Surely you aren't afraid of little ol' me?" she asked, only to get nothing from the man. "Silence huh? Well come find me by the bar if you want to talk." she purred suggestively before reaching across his body and grabbing his beer, finishing it off before placing the bottle back down and effortlessly slipping out of the booth.
George picked up his empty beer and looked at it before putting it down and gave Peter a look. "You dated her? A hot piece of ass like her and somehow broke up with her?"
"It's a long story." Peter said with an awkward grin as he rubbed the back of his neck. "But... she's a handful as I'm sure you just found out."
George just let out an exhale and looked in the direction Felicia had left. "Dammit, I'm gonna need another drink. that woman just suddenly makes me want to drink a lot more."
"I know how that feels." Peter said with a sympathetic nod.
George grunted, stood and made his way to the bar where he ordered himself another drink. However, he had barely waited five seconds when he felt a familiar curvy body press against him and a voice purr in his ear. "Hello there~"
"Star Wars would like their meme back." George remarked with a smirk as he glanced at Felicia.
"Oh ha ha." Felicia rolled her eyes but still kept her smirk. "So George, what brings a man like you to a place like this?"
"The club or the city?" George raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Felicia just said with her grin growing wider.
George snorted. "Well, I came here from Hawaii, want to see if there's some enjoyable sights and stuff I'd like."
"Enjoyable sights and views, huh?" Felicia asked flirtatiously as she leaned over the bar to return her glass, giving him quite a view down her shirt and then smirked knowingly as she noticed his eyes wander. "Well, I know what I like. I like something one of a kind. It should look good, but something I've never done before."
"And it ain't my good looks?" George asked with a smirk, which drew a small giggle from Felicia.
"That's not it, I could get any good-looking guy I wanted." she replied confidently, and he couldn't disagree, "Especially the ones with an ego."
George snorted, him with an ego? Ha, that'll be the day. "Who says I have an ego?" He asked, his voice turning lower and darker as he drew closer to Felicia who drew closer to him, both staring into each other's eyes. "I'd be careful who you try to charm into bed with you, Miss Hardy... I'm someone that doesn't like to be played around."
"That so?" Felicia smirked before she took his hand and led him onto the dance floor, hips swaying as she walked. Once they were on the dance floor, Hardy pressed her back against George's chest and placed his hands on her hips as she slowly danced, grinding her ass into his crotch which caused a certain appendage to stir. Felicia threw him a seductive lip bite over her shoulder as she began to flow with the music.
"Are you the Devil?" Felicia breathed in his ear as she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist and he placed a hand on her thigh to hold it there, very tempted by her beauty yet still keeping himself in control. He wasn't so swayed by a woman's beauty or seductive advances, he mainly played along.
"I like to think I'm the Grim Reaper." He growled in back in her ear.
"Your car. Now."
A few minutes later, George and Felicia were in George's car, Felicia straddling George and heavily making out with him, her tongue exploring his mouth as his hands gripped her ass. but then Felicia broke the kiss and placed a hand on his chest while grinning.
"Don't think we're going far..." She leaned to his ear. "Bladewolf."
George froze at that, realizing she knew who he was and he almost reached for the gun he kept safely hidden next to him in the driver door, but Felicia continued before he could do so.
"You know who I am, I saw the way you looked at me aside from looking me up and down like a piece of meat. As for how I knew who you were, I watched you the other night and followed you to your hideout. You need a better place that's less conspicuous. A loft doesn't do much." Felicia said and got off him into the passenger seat, fixing her skirt.
George exhaled through his nose. "What do you want, Black Cat?" He asked coldly with narrowed eyes, now in a serious professional mood than what he was just in seconds ago when making out with her.
"Got an offer for you." She said as she smiled, still adding on the sex appeal. "You're going after Fisk, so I'll lend you any information I gain. In return, give me something exciting, tonight, just you and me handsome. What do you say? The Wolf and the Cat out together."
George stared at her for several seconds before he inhaled then nodded. "Very well..."
And let the game of Wolf and the Cat begin.