The Cat and the King

by TheBlacksmith521

Marvel Comic's Felicia Hardy aka "The Black Cat" is left almost broke. With Spiderman out of town, it's her time to strike. She's stealing from Wilson Fisk. But the Kingpin is a dangerous man. Will she come out on top? Or will the Kingpin get his way? Find out in this twisted, MATURE, fan story. (Sexual Content) (Complete)

2. Chapter 2: Half-Way There

Stealing from others didn't bother her at all. In fact, it was her profession. She loved the dangerous feelings, the thrilling moments, and, of course, the pay. However tonight, she felt no such feelings. There was no thrill, only fear. Which was a weird feeling for Felicia. What did she have to fear of the Kingpin? As Spiderman always joked, he's just a rich fat guy with anger issues. But was he right? Felicia hoped she wouldn't have to find out.

Crawling up the building, she counted the number of floors she passed.

"23...24...25...26! Here we go!" She thought to herself. 26 was the floor in which the Kingpin kept his vault. She had planned this robbery for weeks. Yet still she was paranoid. Why? She didn't even know herself.

As she examined the room through the window she quickly found that nobody was there. Perfect. She then went through the air vent from outside. For most thieves, this shaft would've been difficult to fit through. Not her. Her nimble body easily fit through the air vent, just as she planned.

Once inside, she knew where to go. Past the large desk, behind the painting. Classic hiding spot. She then found the steel-black safe behind. To the left of it was a key pad. She then scanned the most recent finger prints, and found the code: 521. As she opened the safe she found exactly what she hoped for: Gold, jewels, emeralds, all of it!

As she emptied the last remaining gems into her satchel, she then heard the elevator rise up. Someone was coming. She had to get out of their fast. She quickly jumped back into the vent and continued to crawl out. She was almost there, she could see the moonlight at the end of the vent! Ready to leave she quickly (yet quietly) scurried out. Until she heard a beep.

Suddenly, the vent closed-while she was halfway out! Her upper torso outside, and her lower torso still trapped in the vent!

"Shit! Someone closed the vent!" She quietly whispered to herself.

As she was stuck there, her lower body (from the waist-down) still in the vent, she felt a different emotion. One that had only occurred in her earlier days of burglary. She felt fear. Fear that she would be caught. If whoever was on floor 26 looked out the window to the right a bit, she would be caught. If they looked through the vent, they would find her rear end there. Either way, she would be caught. She didn't know what to do.