Chapter 2
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2. The Spider And The Cat
Disclaimer: I do not own SpiderMan, Marvel, or anything related to the sort.
Extra Info:
-Some chapters will include lemon
-May include mature language
-May include sexual references
-May include violence
A/N: Thanks SymbioticSpidey, Akira-Hayama* , nataku2709* , adam3565 and guest for being the first five for reviewing my fanfic! I will take your input to heart and will try to include suggestions, and pretty much all of you read my mind; this spidey will pretty much become a darker, anti-hero type. I won't spoil much :) Enjoy!*
- Summary -*
10 years after the bite, and he was reunited with the symbiote. He was separated from MJ, but he'd found another woman to lean on. With his newfound strength, he was ruthless; unstoppable even. It was too perfect to last when an old foe crept back, back and better than ever. All was not as it seemed with our hero. He was back in black, but not for long. -SpiderCat/SpiderSable-MA*
The Spider And The Cat*
- New York City Rooftops - 09:32PM -
"Felicia?" Peter asked, still ready to move in his defensive stance, eyeing her. It had been three years since they last saw eachother. Of course, she
knew who he was. She knew spiderman was Peter Parker, and Peter Parker was spiderman.
Her leather catsuit was tight on her, and it was plain black, but it glew whites and blues in the moonlight. Her suit was zipped halfway up to the bottom of her chest, showing a fair amount of cleavage. She had two beautiful orbs of green residing in her eye sockets, and she wore bright red lipstick. Her white locks dangled over her shoulders and behind her, reaching just above her waist. The patches of fur along her suit, arms and legs were white in colour, and they blew in the wind. She had a fit, tight body, with a slender waist complimented by her feminine curves.
Smiling at him in her fighting stance, she purred, "Hey, spider. Miss me?" She extended her claws, lunging at Peter, who gracefully moved his body to the side to dodge her attack. She kept her momentum and leapt towards him, slashing and cutting, spiderman perfectly parrying or dodging each strike.
"I see you've still got it, Pete," she spoke. Peter obviously held back. Even without the symbiote, he could knock her out with one strike. But he didn't. Then, as she tried to lunge at him once more, Peter dodged to the side, and using her own momentum and weight against her, he grabbed hold of her arms with two symbiote tendrils, and keeping up the momentum, he spun her around 720 degrees and let go.
'Catch her,' the symbiote warned. For a second, Peter had forgotten his new strength, and had spun her too hard, and she was already flying off the building. In a swift motion, Peter web-zipped himself forward from the edge of the building, sort of like a catapult, and dove after her. As he shot down the building, she was nowhere in sight, and an unusual panick came upon him. Then, he felt a burning sensation in his head, and was blind-sided by black cat. She grabbed hold of him from behind, still falling in mid-air, with her clawed hands attacking his torso, leaving gashes and holes in his symbiote suit. He grunted as the symbiote healed itself and sealed over the wound, with Peter firing flurries of webs behind him, attaching onto a building.
Peter came to a stop in mid-air, the suddenness of the impact of the stop causing black cat to loosen her hold. He hung from ropes of webs with one hand, catching Felicia's wrist with his other. He easily pulled her up until she was eye-level with him.
"Felicia, stop, please," Peter spoke, hanging calmly from the webs.
"Make me, Spider," she spoke, as she unexpectedly brought her lips to his, kissing him through his mask. Then, Peter felt a sensation in his head, as Felicia pulled away and speedily brought her free hand up to his face for a clawed strike. Reactively, he moved his face to the side, and Peter telepathically commanded the symbiote to, not harm her, but gently engage her, and like an automatic defensive mechanism, the symbiote suit brought out several tendrils and crazily stunned Felicia, who purposely kicked off from Peter and backflipped off of him, diving to the building below.
"That's new," Felicia muttered. Dropping from the webs he was hanging from, Peter used his webbing to build framework and ropes he could parkour from, to catch up to the running Felicia. Eventually, he dropped down and almost tackled her, but she rolled out of the way as Peter landed on the rooftop with impact, cracking the roof. They continued parrying and dodging, until Felicia ran him to the edge of the building, where she thought she had him cornered up to a wall. He stood his ground, so did she.
'Peter, ' the symbiote began to speak. 'You want her. Give in. Don't let her go. Give in to your desires.'
"Awwwww, spider got nowhere to crawl?" she asked, and spiderman didn't reply. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
"You're forgetting, Felish," he spoke, and then he caught her off guard. "You still like me," he spoke, as he pulled off his mask and crashed his lips to hers, as she retracted her claws. She was surprised by this, and her eyes widened. But she wanted him for years, and it looked like he wanted her now too. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck to deepen it. They then pulled away for air.
"And I like you too," he smiled, "Welcome back, party-Hardy." He slipped his mask back on, his white spider eyes shining silver in the moonlight. She bit her lower lip, blushing like she was back in middle school, and then leapt on top of him, making them topple over on the rooftop, and she straddled his hips, pulling off his mask again. She kissed him again, but harder than before, more passionately. He kissed back. The feel of eachother's lips on eachother felt intoxicating to them. Peter smelt her strawberry scent from her platinum hair, and smelt her expensive perfume. Roma Billy he thought, recognising the brand. Sure, Peter played before, but now he was playing for keeps.
Suddenly, a thought washed over black cat's mind. Mary Jane she thought. She pulled away and stood up, eyes beginning to fill with unshed tears. Peter stood up and watched her openly cry. "Felicia, what's wrong?" he asked, as he stepped into her personal zone, her stepping away. He had never seen anything more beautiful than her. He had never seen her cry before.
"What about Mary Jane, Peter? You're with her," she sobbed, "I don't want to be that side-woman Parker!" Peter walked up to her and embraced her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He put a thumb to her cheek and dried away her tears, smudging her eyeliner.
"Felicia," he whispered, as she looked up into his brown eyes, him staring back into her green ones.
"Mary Jane and I aren't a thing anymore. We broke up about a year ago," Peter whispered to her.
"Why? I thought you loved eachother," she asked, tightening the embrace. Peter filled her in on the coincidence with hammerhead.
"Pete, you know I wouldn't leave you for something like that, right?" Black cat asked, "That was stupid of her to let you go. All you did was avenge the woman who raised you. And now you've crawled right into my arms," she whispered flirtatiously, slowly running her two fingers up his right arm.
"I know, Felicia. That's why I like you better. That's why I love you," he spoke. They kissed again, and then pulled away, Peter putting his mask back on.
"Why'd you jump me anyway?" Peter asked, looking down at her expectantly. She ignored him, staring at his figure.
Felicia's eyes ran up and down his black suit, staring at every one of his muscles defined in the moonlight, noticing his posture and how much he bulked up from the last time she saw him.
"What?" Peter asked, smirking behind his mask.
"Nothing," she replied, "Just feasting on how sexily badass you look in black," she replied as she traced around the white spider emblem with her clawed finger, licking her lips.
"So I didn't look that way before?" he raised an eyebrow behind his mask.
"Sure, the eyes were always cool," she looked up at him, "But aside from that, you'll never know," she kissed him through his mask, pressing her body up to his, her feeling his abs on her and him feeling her breasts.
"So…" she purred, "Where do we go from here?" she asked.
Replying, Peter spoke, "Come with me," and he dove off the building after a slow walk, her following. Fearlessly, and even enjoying it, they dived down side-by-side from the fifty-story building, both of them gaining momentum. He then web zipped onto her, flipping as he caught her into his arms, the flip breaking into a long, speedy swing. It feels great not to have a girl screaming in my ears every time I swing. Finally, Peter thought.
- Peter's Apartment - 09:57PM -
They made it to Peter's apartment, and he put her down after they shot through the open window.
"Is this your place?" Felicia asked, "Some of these things really are quite expensive. You sure you're really a goodie two-shoes?" she spoke,
following him into his room.
Peter rolled his mask off and replied, "I'm an avenger, remember? More fame, more cash." _(Being an avenger, the best known and most famous to be exact, Peter was quite rich now. He was already getting good pay from his job at Horizon, but this was amazing. Obviously, he was no where near as rich as Stark, but quite rich. He could move out of the apartment if he wanted to. He can pay for his bills with no problem. You get the idea).*
"And what do you mean goodie two-shoes?" he picked her up and slammed her onto the bed aggressively, the symbiote and Peter's desires the same, and he sat over her. "I'm a bad boy," he spoke, as he crashed his lips onto her ruby ones, and he heard her moan under his mouth. She took off her mask, and flipped them over so she was on top. She got off of him and shut the door, flicking off the lights. The room instantly filled with darkness, and Peter smirked as he heard clothing hit the ground.
- New York City Rooftops - 3 weeks later - 10:54PM -
It had been three weeks since the spider and the cat hooked up, and they already found themselves pretty much living in Peter's apartment together. Even already sharing the same bed. Already having… fun. But as of now, the couple find themselves on a rooftop above a warehouse, currently stalking a couple of thugs, collecting intel.
"How much longer? This is boring," Felicia moaned, lying down on the edge of the building, lazing around and kicking her legs.
"Well, are you collecting information? Stay focused babe," he spoke, looking towards her, head tilted to the side, an eyebrow raised behind his mask.
She continued staring through the warehouse window, and after a minute, she finally replied, "Yeah, but it's sooooooooo boring. When can we actually have some fun?" Peter crouched down and stared at her in her catsuit, eyeing her, checking her out, eyes moving left and right, noticing how god damn gorgeous she looked. He saw that she was wearing her suit tighter than usual, defining her slenderness and emphasising her curves. He
shook his head and dismissed the thought, looking back at the warehouse. 'Peter, you have a dirty mind when it comes to her,' the symbiote teased, 'And next time you get down, you should really think about using protection,' it whispered in his head.
Peter looked down and telepathically, Peter replied, 'Shut up. Please. You're killing me. Wow.' The symbiote then replied, 'We're not, but she will be. Heads up,' Peter looked up and came face-to-face with a smirking Felicia, only a hair's width apart, her green eyes shining in the silver moonlight.
"What was that about collecting information and staying focused?" she whispered, smoke coming from her mouth in the winter chill of the night.
"I found out where the deal's gonna take place. ACME garage. Friday night. 10:00 PM," she whispered, rolling up Peter's mask and giving him a quick kiss, and he kissed back.
"ACME garage? That place? I remember stopping the enforcers there a couple years back. Shouldn't be a problem. Easy interception, and two more criminals in the bag. Bye, bye, Tombstone, and goodnight, fatman," he replied, kissing her again. He rolled down his mask, and they both stood up, and spidey was about to leap off the rooftop to stop the thugs at the warehouse, but he felt a hand grab his wrist.
"Wait," Felicia spoke, and Peter turned his head around, looking at her directly, "You were talking to the symbiote again, right? That's why you lost focus?"
"Yeah, that's exactly it," Peter replied.
"What does it say? What's it like?" she asked, curiously.
"You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat," Peter replied, staring at her more intimidating. He stood tall, overpowering her, and she stepped back, falling to the ground. Peter's muscles grew immensely, and so did his size. His eyes became more and more sharp-edged and badass-looking. His face split open to reveal a mouth full of teeth and out came a vile, whipping
tongue. Claws grew from his fingertips and toes, and the white emblem grew larger. He venomised.
"Oh… oh my god," Felicia spoke, clearly terrified as her eyes widened.
"We… are… VENOM!" Peter spoke in a deep voice, his own voice deep and growling behind a second reverb of the symbiote's tune at the same time as his. Felicia protectively extended her claws, and leapt up at the giant spiderman… or should I say giant venom, who caught her with one hand, gently pinning her down. He crouched almost on top of her and he began to shrink, until he was back to his normal size. Peter chuckled mischievously, as he removed his hand from Felicia, who retracted her claws.
"You're not afraid of little old me, are you?" Peter still chuckling. Felicia sighed in annoyance, rolling her eyes.
"What. The. Actual. Hell. Parker." She turned her back on him and folded her arms, and spoke, "The hell was that? "
"I was kidding, Felish," he spoke, grabbing her shoulder and turning her around, Felicia trying her best not to look directly at his face trying to show her annoyance, when she secretly enjoyed the moment. "Hey, you know I would never hurt you, right?" he hugged her tightly, "I can turn into venom at will. But only for short periods of time. For now." he spoke.
"You better make this up to me, Spider," Felicia spoke, returning the hug.
"Come on, what did that do?" Peter asked.
"Nothing. But you have to make it up to me anyway," she spoke as they pulled away, with her smirking.
'Women,' the symbiote thought, backed up by Peter, who telepathically replied, 'At least she's a step-up from MJ. Heck, she's a leap-up from her. Where's she been all my life?'
"Come on, Felicia. Let's clean up the warehouse," he spoke.
"Finally," she moaned, "Some entertainment."
- Warehouse -
They had entered the warehouse through different vents, making as least noise as possible. "Felicia, can you hear me?" Peter whispered through his earpiece, high-quality tech from Horizon Labs. "Yes, baby," she responded, "Clear." "We can drop down quick, take them out, and get out. We can leave one for interrogation to record the evidence," Peter replied, "Are you ready," he asked. "Yeah." she responded. "On 3. 1 -" Peter spoke as the grate opposite him blasted open and black cat shot through, landing on an armed guard. Without hesitating, Peter powerfully kicked the grate, exploding it forward until it hit the opposite wall, denting it and grate splitting. He dropped down, firing his arm into the ground, sending waves of tendrils to disarm and knock-out gunmen. The pair of lovers worked together, with Peter brutalising the enemy, slamming heads into the ground for instant knock-outs. Felicia used her claws and combat skills to gracefully yet effectively knock-out and disarm enemies. Webs and bullets were traded during the battle, Peter using strings of web to flip enemies into walls and seal them into place. With a roar, Peter used the power of the symbiote to send a spiked tendril rooting into the ground, splitting up and latching onto every enemy, bringing them down to the ground with force. Panting, Felicia approached the final enemy, disarming him and cutting the gun in half. "Spider, I've caught a lonely fish," she alerted. She picked him up by the throat and threw him onto the ground. Peter picked him up, slamming him into the wall, injuring his shoulder, the gunman grunting in pain. He sealed him to the wall with thick webbing, and he pulled out a voice recorder, pressing play. "You've seen what I can do. Especially in my black suit. I want you to confess. The deal on Friday night, with The Kingpin and Tombstone." Spiderman requested from the thug. "I-I-I ain't telling you jack-shit!" the thug exclaimed, spitting in his face. "I already know what's happening. I need to hear it from you. I can't hand in my baddies without solid evidence. I'm gonna need more than just photos," he spoke, walking closer to the thug. Peter's head tingled and he leapt to the side as a plasma knife cut through the webbing, almost slicing Peter. Black Cat extended her claws. The thug shouted, "Piss off you spider-freak!" Peter leapt towards the thug and picked him up by the throat, throwing the voice recorder to Felicia so he wouldn't crush it. In one swift motion, Peter venomised himself, slamming the thug onto the ground, cracking the
ground where his head landed. "Talk now and we'll spare you an ambulance ride," he intimidated the thug, pinning him down with his left hand, and holding up a large, buff fist with his right. "Alright, alright! I'll talk!" the thug confessed everything on the voice recorder about the deal. With a bone-crunching noise, Venom threw the thug across the room to hit the wall, crumpling lifelessly to the ground. He morphed back into spiderman. "Whoops," he sarcastically spoke. "We have what we need, Pete. Let's go," Felicia spoke, noticing how Peter didn't look at her after he took another man's life.
- Peter's Apartment - 11:49PM -
They came in through the window, one after the other, Felicia instantly throwing off her mask and clothing and leaving it scattered randomly on the floor. She was in her bra and panties, and she made for the bed, crashing down and closing her eyes, yawning, then complaining to Peter about the boredom she had to endure in the past hours. Peter simply shook his head, speaking, "Get over it, Hardy. What's done is done," he sighed. Felicia opened her eyes and looked towards him, as the symbiote suit slowly unwrapped itself from Peter, who felt a sudden jolt as the symbiote left his nervous system and came out of his pores. It crawled down his arm, and Peter put his hand out as it branched off his fingers to leave into Peter's living room, finding a shady resting place. Peter was in his boxers now, and he walked over to shut the open window, cutting off the bitter winter air. "Hey, Pete, what's taking so long? Get in here," she spoke, "It's… cold," she spoke, biting her lower lip and cringing at her last words. It's cold. Nice going , she thought. "Yeah, right. You're just too attracted to me to let me out of your sight for five minutes. If you want me that bad, just say. You're just too proud to admit it," he shot back smirking, Felicia rolling her eyes, regretting her line even more now. "Just come in. You've still got to… Make it up to me," she slyly purred. "So this is what that's about?" Peter smirked, walking towards the bedroom, "I'm coming, I'm coming," he spoke. He then pulled down the sheets as he got in, then pulling them back over him, turning to face Felicia. "Hello there," Peter spoke. Felicia pulled him closer, and wrapped her arms behind his back, and could see in Peter's eyes that something was wrong. "Baby, what's wrong?" she asked, holding him close. "What do you mean?" he asked, running his hands through her
platinum hair. "It's in your eyes. Ever since you killed that man tonight, something has been on your mind, and it isn't a good thought," she asked. Peter sighed, "Is it that obvious?" Felicia looked into his eyes pushing out her lower lip, slowly nodding. Peter pulled away and sat up, mimicked by Felicia. He looked down and began to speak. "My parents. My uncle. Aunt. Gwen… MJ. Everyone I loved had all left me. Escaped from my life. My Uncle and Aunt were killed at the hands of some bastard criminal. Then my first love. Gwen Stacy. She was killed at the hands of my best friend in some crazy love triangle. You'd think Norman Osborn would be the Goblin to drop her off George Washington Bridge. But it was his son. My ex-best-friend. Killed her just because she chose me over him. Then… her. Mary Jane Watson, the woman I once loved," tears began forming in Peter's eyes, "She left me because I took vengeance. Because I killed a man for one of my own. Then when I killed that man tonight, it just reminded me of these… These nightmares!" he wiped his eyes before he had a chance to shed tears, "Everyone I love ends up leaving me at some point. And I love you. I need you. I lost everybody. And I don't wanna do anything that would make me lose you. I don't wanna lose you too," Peter sighed, bringing Felicia to tears, as she hugged him tightly. "I would never leave you Peter!" she cried, as Peter dried her tears and put his forehead to hers. They looked each other in the eyes, and Peter whispered to her, "I love you. I really, really love you," She brought her lips to his, holding him close as he pulled them back down in bed. They seperated for air and drifted off to sleep in eachother's arms.
A/N: That's it for Chapter 2: The Spider and the Cat! I hope you guys and gals enjoyed! I would like to thank all my current readers and reviewers, and it is appreciated that you spend your time reading my fics. I would like to apologise now, as I am working on another fanfiction at the same time related to the CW Flash. The reason I am apologising is because it will be a while before I continue this story, as I will try to finish my other fic as it is closer to the end, and trust me, it will pay off in the end when I can spam this one. When I say it will be a while, it will probably be a while. Don't worry though, I didn't say it'd be months or a year or anything like that; it will probably be a couple of weeks. Follow the book to stay updated, and maybe even prove me wrong; you never know; the next update could be in two days. Anyway, thanks for reading. Please review, follow and like. It will be appreciated. Love ya'll. :) - Author.*
End of Chapter 2.