From The Smoke (Marvel)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3– Cat and Mouse.

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Taking a running start, I jump across the street to land on another building and then run along the rooftops of that block, never taking my eyes off the moving target that also prowls the rooftops while sticking to the shadows like myself. I run and jump and bound across the concrete jungle, getting closer and closer to them, but while I move with efficiency and speed, they move with all that with some poise and some grace.

I feel mesmerised as they spin and twirl along Manhatten, making each jump and every leap look so easy, which is for me, but the person I am chasing is just an average human, and yet I am only barely managing to catch up to them.

I no longer care about catching them. I am merely chasing them now to watch the daring feats they perform with just standard human capability as opposed to myself, whose strength and existence are all fabricated and mocked up by some mad scientist in a silly green costume.

Still, I suppose nowadays, the evilest men aren't those in boardrooms and in meetings (some of them are), but they are mostly those who choose a green theme (and some of those guys are in boardrooms and in discussions). The Jackal, the Green Goblin, Doctor Octopus, Doctor Doom and those are just a few from this universe. Even in the DC universe, there is Ra's al Guhl, Lex Luthor with his favourite kryptonite, and finally, the worst one, The Joker, who takes madness to a whole other level and is the reason my other half is happy that he came here and not to that universe.

I actually have a lot of memories of different worlds created in my previous life by many great authors and creators, but if this universe turns out to be real, then doesn't that mean the- SPIDER SENSE IS TINGLING- I automatically transition into a handstand and push my fingertips against the ground to change my direction. As I do so, I lift my head and spot the danger I was awarned of, a pair of black bolas spinning through the air towards me.

As I watch them pass through the previous position, I realise that I had begun to daydream while enraptured by the enticing performance ahead of me and lost track of my surroundings. Springing back to my feet, I settle into a languid position as I am used to doing when facing others as Spider-Man and watch as my target-turned-assailant jumps onto the same rooftop that I occupy and stops a healthy distance from me.

"Well, now, I didn't think that I would be running into you tonight, Spider. I'm just having a late-night shopping spree. can't a girl have a little fun anymore?" Black Cat sultrily speaks as she begins to circle around me while walking with a sway in her step and a duffel bag clasped in her palm. I watch, finding it hard to not let my eyes wander away from her face.

The Black Cat is a 5'10" woman who weighs around 120 lbs, and she is an attractive tall (we are around the same height, she is just taller because of the heels) woman with a full head of platinum blond nearly white hair and fair skin with mesmerising deep blue eyes.

She wears a tight-fitting black latex catsuit with some small heels at the bottom of her feet. It is lined with white fur around the top half of the suit along the back of her forearms and around her collar. she wears a black choker around her neck that is stylised to look like a cat collar with a metal ring taking the place of the tag and to finish off the ensemble she has a black stylised domino mask upon her face that accentuates her features and her lipstick red luscious plump lips.