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.
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Peter sat on the edge of Felecia's bed picking at a bowl of dry honey nut cornflakes; the only milk in the fridge was so old it was practically cheese. The television buzzed on mute as Peter just stared blankly at the screen. It was 8.15, the morning after a hell of a night. Felecia wasn't such a big drinker most of the time, but when she did go on a bender her advanced metabolism sorted it out over night, no hangovers, except possibly from the fact she was a hellcat when drunk, and that resulted in a hangover from no sleep. After a life threatening fight, she hadn't drank too much at Heaven's Gate, exhausted to the point when she fell asleep before him, not so unusual, but she wore him out quite a lot.
The golden flakes crunched between his teeth, the sound of the brittle cereal breaking reverberated through his head in the silence of the warm apartment. As the sun bathed his body in gold Peter's mind wandered from Felecia's stamina to everything else about her, the small things he dwelled upon, thinks he didn't know yet. Felecia was 'The Black Cat', an acrobatic superhero with very few powers, well none really, just a few enhancements. She was stronger, faster and more agile than normal people, also she had proved to have stamina rivalling his on many an occasion… Damn stop thinking like that, morn-horn or not he wasn't in the mood.
Other than her advanced physical abilities she had no other special weapons, just a grappling arm for swing around the city. One of her biggest assets were her biggest assets, combined with her charm gave her an ability to stun most if not all males on sight, her skin tight leather cat suit never being zipped up far past her navel. Maybe if Peter had impressive cleavage he wouldn't get so much stick from the media? Then again he would probably get more for obvious reasons, it wasn't too bad, after all nobody had managed to really get a good photo of Cat since the city's leading superhero photographer had quit his job. He had been toying with the idea of letting the city know just how gorgeous his girlfriend was, but no good would really come of such an ego trip.
Felecia's father Jack Hardy was an international businessman, and he owned a mansion on the outskirts of the city, his constant trips and phone dealings having made him a rich man. To this end the beautiful white blonde was not stuck for money, often having the mansion to herself when her father was away, which was how Peter had first come to know of her wealth. It was a few months down the line when Felecia had finally gotten her claws into Spiderman, and the morning after revealed Peter to the awe inspiring Ms. Hardy, and Peter to the realisation that a life as Peter was becoming intolerably dull compared to that of his costumed alter ego. Felecia didn't freak out when she saw his face in the harsh light of the mansion's morning, instead her simply curled up to him, and everything had flowed naturally from there. She was always winding him up, was highly seductive and also bright and bubbly despite his sometimes-grim demeanour, an attitude that made him smile through the most painful of wounds.
He didn't however have that much knowledge about the origin of her feline persona.
All he knew was that in one of his various travelling business trips, Jack Hardy had come into the possession of a super human formula, the like of which had been used to created the legendary Captain America. Felecia had no idea how it worked, but she had told him that after somebody had shot her cat with a rifle she had ingested the small vial of liquid in her father's safe and hunted the gunman down, beating him unconscious before throwing him through the front door of the local precinct. Peter remember the headlines well "Assault on Precinct 13", something about a mystery woman attacking the building with an unconscious man as a weapon, journalism in this city had really taken a nose dive.
In honour of her fallen friend Felecia had adopted the persona of Black Cat following the realisation that she could make a difference. The rest as they say is history, but other than her background Peter knew lots of little things about her, things like her cat's name was Snuggles, kissing her on the inside of her thighs made her shiver and her favourite movie was Escape from New York. She was a mix of hyper girly girl and tough chick, one that Peter often found captivatingly unpredictable. Upon this thought Peter found he had arms encircling his neck, a warm soft body pressing against his healing back.
"Why the hell do you always get up so early? You make me feel lazy!" She moaned behind his ear as he placed his now empty bowl on the floor. He tilted his head to one side in an attempt to see her out the corner of his eye.
"You are lazy!" He smirked, the mocking tone present in his voice but none the less it was true he always got up early, it came with the constant patrolling and educational life.
"That maybe, but your not meant to tell me!" She squeezed him tighter, "Whatever am I going to do with you?"
"Not send me for breakfast again, as per usual we forgot to get food and I went last time" Peter knew she would send him anyway, but it was worth a try. She pulled him back onto the bed, slipping around him to pin him to the mattress by his shoulders.
"When I ask you what you want me to do with you, you say don't send you for food?" She looked down playfully, but her eyes were dark, "Have you no imagination?" In a state of undress and with male morning madness Felecia could and would drive him berserk, wielding her hips like a weapon she exacted a deep shudder of pleasure from Peter before he grabbed her and showed her exactly what he wanted her to do with him.
Page one hundred and seventy four, top left hand corner is deeply engraved blue ink, the name Peter, and below it a set of numbers. Simple digits, but so hard to find, and such relief upon their uncovering, Mary Jane smirked, picking up her mobile from next to her. Unlocking it, she accessed the add number feature, then with a strange sense of déjà vu she typed in Peter, then triple checked the numbers she had entered after it. At last, Peter was with 5 seconds of contact, but now she was scared, it now dawned on her that although she could speak to him, he might not want to listen.
The clock on her phone showed the time, it was 10.30, and she had to be at the theatre by 11. Crap! Jumping up MJ had to find a way of getting to the theatre on time, it was a few blocks over, but she wasn't dressed yet or anything. If late it would probably result in some earache, but not much else, she hadn't been late before and a slip up once was excusable. After her rehearsal, which was short today, she would buy some credit for her mobile and call in at a property shop, an apartment was something which was becoming more desperate by the day, if not the minute. In order to dump John MJ had to have somewhere to go, and if she didn't sort it out soon she would end up being homeless, her patience with the astronaut was shortening.
"What are you doing today?" Peter asked, looking down at a long strand of hair he was wrapping around two of his fingers. He lay on his back, Felecia's head on his chest watching the news on Television.
"I'm going to watch a play rehearsal again, Jonah's orders" She saint faintly, her breath deep and retiring. "He's got me writing a column every other day about it's progress, pretty lame if you ask me, but then theatre always is"
"Its weird you know, me asking you about working at the Bugle, now I'm on the outside I kinda miss the hustle and bustle of the place. At least one of us works there, somebody needs to keep Jonah in line while Robbie is in hospital" Peter had to pay his old boss a visit, he had been hit by a car on the way back from work one night, Peter had nailed the SOB who did it, a drunken 16 year old.
"What about you? Going to swing around the city in your pyjamas again?" She laughed as another news article flickered onto the television, a few images of a prison.
"Hey! I object to that, just because my uniform isn't as alluring as your cat suit" He flickered her on the back of her ear
"Ow! I was joking!" she chuckled, "Besides, what do you think attracted to me in the first place? It surely wasn't your magic the gathering deck award" She laughed, before her breath hithed as his cold hand moved over her side.
"I was twelve! And besides, I think you've got a think for geeks, all the Star Wars drives you, hey put the volume on" He saw a picture of Rhino on the screen, the a following on of Shocker holding his info card.
Felecia laughed, "Probably just going to tell everybody how me beat them black and blue, again"
The volume was brought up to thirty, and the images suddenly made sense.
"Both criminals, the two men known as Rhino and Shocker were locked up in the early hours of this morning after being defeated by reports claim Spiderman and his female comrade Black Cat. Upon checking their holding cells this morning guards found both dead, within their enclosures, we have yet to receive any word of how they died. We will keep you posted"
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