Of The Twilight Hours

Sequel to 'Midnight is Meant to Be'

Disclaimer: I own none of Marvel/Stan Lee's creations, only the scenario and original characters in this story.

Author's Note: Hey guys and Gals, thanks for the excellent feedback, so please continue! I've actually been a bit scared/excited about this fic, because believe it or not I had it in mind when I started the its predecessor, which is a few years ago, and its been growing in my head ever since, I just hope it comes out right!

"Meow" She heard him whisper to himself, this warmed her with satisfaction.

"So what's it gonna be spider?" purred Black Cat as she stood in front of Spiderman, one hand containing one shade, the other a different one.

"I'd have to go with burgundy again" he smirked, and she tossed the small canister in her left hand over her shoulder, it careered smoothly through the air and onto her bed. They where on the balcony of Felicia's father's mansion, and Jack Hardy was out for the night on business. Peter watched from his position on the raining, crouched in an inhumane position watching with awe as the dark blood of the lipstick caressed her full lips, he suddenly became aware she was approaching him from the large doorway she was stood in.

"Puurfect!" she smiled, the way her hips curved when she walked like that made his blood burn in his chest, and she knew it all to well. Stood in front of him wearing that heaven sent black leather cat suit, the one so tight it wouldn't, or he suspected she wouldn't zip it up past her mid ribs, exposing her rather ample charms. He resisted as much as humanly possible but he had to admit, he was wrapped around her little finger.

Reaching his crouching position she saw how he was eyeing her even through his mask, and whilst her was distracted she gave him a firm push, sending him tumbling backwards from the third floor.

"Cut Cut Cut! What the fu" - "Sir! Phone!"

The director obviously wasn't impressed with Mary Jane's new co-star, and was all ready to tear his head off when somebody told him he had a call. The last male lead had just been killed, which was shocking, even more so because it was Frank Castle who had nailed him to his own dining table with carving knives. Everybody knew that The Punisher only killed criminals, so the shock of his death was outlasted by the surprise he was a crack dealer. Anyhow, MJ had to get used to this guy, especially as for the first time in any of her plays she had to kiss the guy in front of a crowd. Sure it was unnerving, but she could pretend it was anybody, least of all John.

This new guy was terrible, and it looked like the play had hit the rocks, without the male lead as strong as her then the whole thing unravelled, it became unbelievable and fake. The director was obviously fuming about "The Punisher killing my thespian!" and MJ was just hoping that he found a new quality male lead, MJ needed to establish herself if she was going to finish with John, she wasn't stupid. In this day in age any split up is a financial as well as emotional ordeal, and she had to be secure.

The director came back into the hall, and MJ noticed how the man with whom she was sharing the stage suddenly looked scared, and she knew why.

"Right people, lets call it a night, my wife is threatening to sell my Jaguar on ebay if I don't come home early once in a while. Take care Mary dear!" The director was often nice to her especially, because he gave her so much stick the rest of the time.

"You! Johnny Storm is it? In my office now!" the director screamed, pretty loud for a short balding art lover, and the cast knew by office he meant the back of the hall.

All in all it had been a short night, it was only 10pm around about, and she knew Jon would be watching sports on their huge plasma screen TV, so unless she wanted to become suicidal with stats saturation to the brain, she had better think of somewhere else to go. A café around the corner was doing an open mic night according to the poster she had just seen on the lamppost out front of the rehearsal hall. Music or touchdown commentary by possibly the most sport orientated guy she had ever known? The choice was obvious.

Peter laughed as he sped towards the floor, whipping out a web line to one of the gigantic trees in the Cat's front garden, and swung himself out towards the city, followed closely by a female in leather whom giggled lovingly at their playful game.

Swinging after him on her grapple, Cat would use her incredible athletic abilities to keep pace, sometimes even pass her lover, at which time the two usually started a race, one which had a habit of finishing in bed. Tonight however was to be slightly different, as the two reached the centre of the city, unsuspecting of the nights events to come.

Striding through the icy air towards the café she looked up to see Spiderman and the Black Cat gracefully sweep through the sky above her, one or two roads across the city. She only saw shadows, but it was all over the papers that Spiderman and The Black Cat were an inseparable pair, or a crime duo as the bugle put it. Felicia was as upset with the Bugles damning coverage as MJ was, MJ knew that she wasn't alone in supporting Spiderman, and if she wasn't sure that the two heroes were romantically linked then she may have tried to snare the arachnid guy for herself, but she hardly even saw him anymore. But that had to be a good thing, she only ever saw him when her life was in danger, and anything like that hadn't happened for ages…

I know its short, and I'm not saying I'm going return to the short chapters of the last story, but one or two may appear every now and then. I'm ill, and just this second got My 2 MJ novels in the post! Happy days! I hope you enjoy this little prelude to the next chapter, so please let me know via feedback! I'm going to keep on name-dropping characters, let me know who you notice!