Black Cat
The silhouette of the Black Cat moves with lethal elegance across the museum's marble railing, carrying a small but heavy bag. She stops for a second to admire the horizon, but her instinct kicks in. There is no web sound, just a rush of cold air. She turns quickly, but stops in place. Crouching over a statue, Spider-Man watches it. He is not in his usual red and blue uniform; the black suit, with a deep, organic shine, seems to absorb all the light around it. His absence of colors and absolute silence make his presence suffocating. Unlike other times, he doesn't make jokes. Spidey just slowly stands up, his tall, dark figure casting a long shadow over Felicia. The large white eyes of his mask are unblinking, fixed on hers with a cold intensity. Felicia feels the weight of his gaze. She squeezes her booty against her body and takes a side step, testing him, but he just tilts his head in a predatory way, following
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The silhouette of the Black Cat moves with lethal elegance across the museum's marble railing, carrying a small but heavy bag. She stops for a second to admire the horizon, but her instinct kicks in. There is no web sound, just a rush of cold air. She turns quickly, but stops in place. Crouching over a statue, Spider-Man watches it. He is not i...Read more