7 Chapter 7

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Chapter 4– Help in the Unlikeliest Place.

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I am in quite a precarious situation right now though there are some who would be pretty envious of my current position since Black Cat is lying on top of me right now. I can feel her purposely pressing herself against me, which is arousing all kinds of feelings in me, but at the same time, she is currently trailing one of her claws up the length of my middle leg, which also arouses more feelings in me though these feelings are a mixed bag.

Black Cat begins to lean into me even more, and her mouth gets dangerously close to my ear. I can hear her panting right up against my ear and her hot breath on my skin as her lips get closer and closer until she stops just before contact. as usual, she is being her teasing, flirty self. However, something is different this time as I don't think she has ever threatened me in such a way before. "Hmm, you aren't the Spider. You are someone else. Just who are you?"

All other thoughts immediately leave my mind as her words register in my ears, and suddenly I no longer feel any arousal at all. Instead, I only feel extreme danger at this point in time, as I am particularly aware of her pointy sharp claw skimming along the surface of my most valuable appendage.

I know that while the Black Cat is just a thief who doesn't go out of her way, she can also be quite vicious and ruthless when she wants something, and someone is in her way, so right now, I am in legitimate danger of being made into a eunuch under this siren because I am in her way. She wants the bag of loot I hold in my hand.

"Come on, don't be ridiculous, Cat. Who else looks this good in spandex, especially in such primary colours?" Projecting confidence and trying to make a dumbass quip, like the real Spider-Man would, I try to throw this woman off the trail she has somehow found. She is supposed to be a cat and not a hound dog, so I don't understand how she clicked on to the fact that I am not Spider-Man or at least not fully Spider-Man.

Apparently, my attempt doesn't work as she just narrows her eyes at me, and her smirk somehow extends to become even more significant, if that is even possible. Then, her tongue darts out to lick her lips for just a split second before it slips back into her mouth. Again, I feel like I am in the trap f some kind of predator.

"If that is true, you must be pretty high right now because you are acting nothing like you usually would. Right now, the pure and righteous Spider would have shrivelled and died under my grasp, but you? You are rock hard like a diamond, and this kitty likes diamonds." Her hand moves faster than expected and travels downwards to cusp me. I feel a shock journey through my body as five clawed fingers surround my balls and begin to dig into them a little, sending my concern and worry through the roof and in response, without even thinking about it, one of my arms moves off their own accord and strikes out.

I hear her gasp a little, and I quickly realise what I have done. My left arm is still outstretched and holding onto the duffel bag, but my right hand has encircled her throat and is grasping it tightly. Of course, Peter would have never done this, and while I should feel some shame at the thought, all I can feel is a little happiness as it proves that I am my own person, utterly separate from Peter Parker.

"Y-Yeah, there is no way you are Spider-Man, not a chance. He would never put his hands around my throat because of his aggravating morals that hold him back, not unless it was his only option. But, unlike him, you have quite the mean streak." Then, finally, she choked out, and I looked up at her in surprise to see that her jade-like pale skin had been marred by the bright red flush on her face because I was restricting her oxygen intake.

However, the most surprising thing is that she looks down at me and still smiles as my hand chokes her. She looks pleased with the fact like it is just her birthday, and she got the best present ever. Her eyes are now gleaming, and she has the same look in her eye that she has when she is trying to steal valuable items like I have seen in the past.

Getting weirded out and noticing that she is no longer focusing on threatening my sanctity as a man, I use my leverage on her throat to throw her backwards. She flies backwards to fall on her ass, so I take the opportunity to get back to my feet and gain some distance as I no longer liked the way this situation is heading. I wanted to get far away from this woman who seemed to have caught on to me, a woman like the Black Cat would most likely want to use the information for herself.

Thinking it is too much of a hassle to continue with this escapade any longer and wanting to get rid of this intuitive woman, I throw the black duffel bag back at her. But, unfortunately, she catches it just as she gets to her feet, sending her back onto her ass. I can find some other source of wealth because there is crime and opportunity everywhere, and I don't need Black Cat's loot to complete the goals that I have set for myself.

"Here, you can have this back. I don't need it. Hopefully, there are some diamonds in there for you to busy yourself with, as you love them so much. See ya later, Cat." And with that, I turn away and go to leave the roof to search elsewhere for a way to complete my objective. I am seriously contemplating going to Wilson Fisk's place and stealing from him.

I know where he lives, and he is a bad guy, so- SPIDER SENSE- I leap to the side and turn around to see Black Cat sliding with great speed across the concrete floor, and she catches herself and slows herself down by sticking her claws into the ground, I stand there and stare at her as she gets back up and stares right back.

"Hold up, don't go just yet. The fun was just starting, and I am not that interested in that bag anymore as I found something else to preoccupy my time." Saying so, she quickly whips out two bolas.

She flings them at me, with one going towards my feet and the other heading towards my torso, but instead of dodging them and retreating, I instead move towards them and leap forward and spin to fit through the gap between the bolas, which takes her by surprise, I do a perfect roll to get back to my feet without losing any momentum and spring towards her wanting to incapacitate the troublesome woman and leave as I can do without the hassle.

Using this moment where she is surprised, I go straight for a finisher and launch an uppercut at her torso so that I can knock her out and move on with my day. Still, her reflexes are incredible as she quickly reacts and back springs away, leaving my fist to skim past her uniform and narrowly miss her. As she lands a distance away from me, I realise that while she may have escaped any damage, her outfit did not, as I can see two big globes of flesh hang out in the cold open air for my viewing pleasure.

I am taken aback by the view and stop pursuing her in favour of savouring the moment. And being confused as to why I stopped chasing her, she follows my gaze and looks down at her exposed upper body. I expect her to do some girlish scream and quickly cover herself and turn around, but instead, she looks back up at me and smirks, not the least bit bothered by her nudity which leaves me flabbergasted.

"You are definitely Spider-Man, no doubt about it. Nobody else would be able to pull off those moves with such ease and flexibility except maybe Daredevil, but there is no way I would ever forget that cute tushie of yours. But at the same time, you are not Spider-Man. He would have never stared at me for this long, and you haven't looked away even now. Not to mention how brutal you are as you planned to knock me out with a powerful punch to the stomach, whereas he would have whittled me down slowly, too afraid of causing me permanent harm though I can't say I dislike your style." She crosses her arms to emphasise her chest, making my gaze even more attracted to the bare skin.

Still, at her words, I look back up at her face to see her regarding me with a thoughtful look. I don't like how close she is getting to the truth, and I know that the longer I stay around her, the more she is going to become interested in me. So finally, deciding that I have had enough, I go to leave. But, unfortunately, I know that Black Cat may just throw one of her gadgets at me again in an attempt to stop me.

Still, this time after dodging, I will just continue to leave and run away instead of facing her. If she chases me, I may just end up using my remaining web fluid to swing out and leave her in the dust. I am willing to risk people seeing me, and most likely, even if Peter hears rumours about it (which I seriously doubt since Spider-Man swinging around New York isn't big news, it is just another Tuesday), he can be pretty stupid sometimes so he will probably just ignore it.

"Hold on right there, mystery man. You have piqued my curiosity now, and I want to know more about you. Also, you probably don't want me telling the real Spider about this, do you? I mean, meeting such an interesting person like yourself, I would find it hard to keep such news to myself, and I always run into Spider-Man when doing my errands, so I will probably blurt it to him. But, I really am just fascinated by you. with the Spider, I am more interested in the mask than the man beneath since I have a feeling that he isn't as fun or exciting when he isn't wearing his mask, but with you, it is the opposite, I am more interested in the man beneath the mask. So, really, who are you?"