FLASHBACK

“Osborn’s going to pay! I swear this time I’m really going to kill him!”

Days after what the media was calling V-Day, Spider-Man stood on top of an apartment building as his life feel apart around him. He wasn’t alone, Black Cat was with him, trying to comfort him while not getting too close to him. If she tried to hug him or show any sign of affection, he’d pull back. Spider-Man was too loyal to Mary Jane to ever break her heart by giving in to his lust, even if he was losing control to it. Black Cat sympathetically looked at him as he held his head in his hands, unsure whether to be consumed by despair or anger.

“Someone beat you to it. Yesterday Jessica Jones, Luke Cage’s girlfriend, ate him while he was trying to kill some reporters. Kind of funny that the big bad Green Goblin gets taken down by a former hero he’s never met before. A forgettable hero eats one of the worlds biggest monsters, funny,” Black Cat said with a small smile, which Spider-Man didn’t return. He couldn’t even take any pleasure in his greatest enemies downfall at the hands of a relatively unknown hero. All he could think about was how screwed he was.

Coughing lightly into her gloved hand, Black Cat drew Spider-Man’s attention as she continued to tell him how everything had gone wrong in his life. “It’s actually because he’s dead that this is happening. He left a message that would be sent if he ever died to a group of super villain. It was a promise of several million dollars if they killed you along with everything about you. Not just your abilities, but also your real name, your friends, your family and even where you live. I’m sorry Peter, there are a bunch of criminals out there that know who you are and will try to kill you.”

“This can’t be happening!”

Black Cat watched Spider-Man punch the roof in frustration, no funny retort or laugh from him. He was so distracted by the terrible news that he never questioned where she had found out about the hit out on him. The information came from a memo she found while she was cleaning out Hammerhead’s safe for extra cash. It was information about Peter Parker with a price on his head in the six digits. Knowing what it meant, she had found her long time love interest and told him everything. Looking at him now, Black Cat hated herself for telling him his life was pretty much over.

There was an upside to all this. As Black Cat raced to find him, she knew that she’d never get a better chance to win him for herself. The only thing Spidey could do was run away to protect the people he loved and there was only one person he could take that would be able to take care of themselves, her. They could run off together to a Caribbean island, where they’d live off the money she stole and live in luxury. He’d get over everything he lost with her by his side and he would give in and finally love her. Then he’d carry him to their room, throw her on the bed and take her like she always wanted. They would go at it for hours, finally living out all the repressed feelings he had for her and then, after she had been satisfied multiple times, she’d grab him and stuff him down her throat!

Black Cat shook her head at the last part. Everything else was part of her plan except for the whole eating him alive bit. Like all the other masked crime fighters with breasts she had started hungering for a squirming, large meal. She had yet to give in, but she didn’t know how much longer that would last. She was used to being in control, but fighting this hunger was driving her nuts. But she’d keep it together, at least until she whisked Spider-Man away to safety away from his troublesome wife…

“MJ! If they know who I am then she’s in danger too! I got to make sure she’s alright!”

Before Black Cat could utter a word, Spider-Man shot his web line and was swinging between buildings towards his apartment. Groaning at missing such an important detail, Black Cat followed to help him protect his wife or help him mourn her. She wanted to steal him from Mary Jane, but she didn’t want the redhead dead, so she hoped for a fight and not a funeral. It took a little bit of effort to catch up with Spider-Man who was swinging as fast as he could. As she caught up, they traveled together silently, the tension between them strong. Neither one of them knew what to expect, but when they saw the side of Peter’s apartment ripped up, they feared the worst.

“MARY JANE!”