The Great Cat's Spree

[Black Cat]

Wilson Fisk had several storehouses scattered throughout most of New York, usually warehouses that held his drug imports, but some were higher security buildings for more important ‘acquisitions’. One such acquisition, a top-secret technological breakthrough most people knew nothing about, was being held in one such high security building. Even the files that Fisk kept within his own hard-drive, and accessing those had been no walk in the park, were aggravatingly vague. The rationale being employed was that if the Kingpin bothered to have it placed in one of his better storehouses, it had to be something important. Maybe even something that could help his precious Vanessa, some kind of new life support system or the like. One way or another, it didn’t matter.

In a few hours, it would belong to the Black Cat.

Felicia had come across the records of receiving the technology, as well as the location of its storehouse, quite by accident. She frequently used her position as Fisk’s accountant to her criminal advantage, employing her access to his computer (for viewing his finances) to view his less-than-legal activities. Despite his brutish demeanor, the man kept surprisingly detailed records of his every purchase, every crate of cocaine or other drugs noted, every shipment of artillery doubly evaluated. So imagine Ms. Hardy’s surprise when she discovered a new file, describing a, quote, ‘remarkable new advance in technology’ he happened to acquire. Discovering which building it was in was much easier once the Cat had a date of purchase and serial number for the thing. His thorough records and careful observation of his own wealth almost made her wonder what he needed her for.

She was standing on top of that very building, clad in her ‘working clothes’, otherwise known as her Black Cat outfit. Felicia looked out into the city from her perch on an unconscious security guard, the night illuminated by neon signs and thousands of twinkling lights. It was terribly beautiful, but she couldn’t gaze at it forever. She had a job to do, after all, and justice could not be served without her. The white strands of her wig blowing in the wind, the Cat blew a kiss to the fair city and promised it silently that it would be free from the Kingpin one day.

Stepping off of the guard, Felicia moved to an air vent and tugged, simply pulling the entire thing away by some miracle. Not wishing to mull over her good fortune, the thief moved into the vent, sliding down into the ventilation system. Unsurprisingly, she landed neatly on her feet before reorganizing herself into a crawl. It seemed like hours before the Black Cat found another air vent, but it was more likely minutes. Peeking through, she saw that there were only two people in the room. She could so take two people.

Moving herself as slowly and carefully as possible, Felicia flipped herself around, so that her legs were facing the vent. Tensing her legs, she prepared to kick at the vent with all her might. The Black Cat decided to count to three before acting, and began a mental countdown. 1. Her claws were embedded in the metal around her, ready to launch her forward once the vent was gone. 2. Her gaze hardened and the Cat thought wistfully, ‘I hope you can see me now, Daddy. I hope you’re proud.’

3!

Her legs shot out like a mule, sending the metal obstacle flying from its place on the wall. In one fluid motion, Felicia was free from the vent, flipping through the air as the projectile collided with one of the two’s temple. He fell like a house of cards, his legs simply giving out beneath them. His companion, a woman, shrieked in surprise and horror. Quickly recovering from her hysteria, the woman ran towards the alarm, determined to inform the police of the Black Cat’s presence. That would not do at all.

Felicia could clearly see the alarm the woman was going for, and was fairly certain she could keep her away from it. Having landed safely on a desk, she decided to make use of the office supplies as best she could. It was almost impulsive for the Black Cat to move her leg back and kick the nearby stapler at the woman, sending the device flying. It hit the back of her head hard, causing her to lose consciousness, but its flight didn’t end there. Somehow, the stapler managed to ricochet off of her neck, to the wall behind Felicia, where it somehow managed to hit the other alarm.

Several profanities flew from Felicia’s pretty lips, most of which could make a hardened sailor blush. In the middle of her tantrum, she noticed the security camera watching her every move. With a narrowed glare and a shriek of “FUCK!”, the Black Cat kicked a mechanical pencil sharpener into the camera, cracking the screen and cutting the video feed.

Today was not a good day.

(Come on in, Spider-Ed. Sorry for the horrible pun.)

[Spider-man]

Bored.

From an upturned vantage point, Spider-Man watched the buildings whiz by.

Here I am swinging from a strand of adhesive solution hundreds of feet off of the ground and I’m actually bored. How does that work?

Releasing the web-line, Spider-Man straightened his body, flying feet first through a set of narrow concrete outcroppings. He twisted his body and shot another web-line across the street, pulling him away from the side of the wall with effortless grace.

There’s something wrong with me. With great responsibility comes great boredom.

He released the line again and curled into a spin, landing with his arms and legs coiling under like a spring on the side of the building just as the sound of an alarm from one of Wilson Fisk’s nearby buildings hit his ears. “Hello,” he answered the siren and immediately leapt back into the air. Judging by his current height, he allowed himself to go into a free fall before zipping a line over to the building.

With tremendous speed, Spider-Man flew over the guard, and released the web again as he let the momentum carry him through the vent and into the room. Lightning fast reflexes avoided the collision with the wall, but did not avoid the collision with the familiar and extremely surprising woman in the skin tight leather body suit.

He collided with her and the two went tumbling down to the ground with an audible ‘oof’ on Spider-Man’s part. Lying atop her, he simply stared in a gawking manner at Black Cat…

“You-“

For the most part, he had her pinned down. “I thought that chick in the thong…” It was another one of the tragedies that he had taken the blame for…when Elektra had killed Black Cat. Or so he thought.

“Is this one of those nine lives things?”

[Black Cat]

Felicia grit her teeth and ran a clawed hand through her wig, frustrated beyond what she had thought she was capable of. She did not want to put up with the cops right now, especially when Fisk was a bigger threat to the city than she was. What was so wrong about taking justice into your own hands, especially when the law was bent for scum like Kingpin? Hell, with all the work the Black Cat was doing to bring Fisk down, the cops were probably jealous! She should be getting a damn medal, not a ticket to jail. Yeah, the cops would get a kick out of that while they dragged her to the big house.

Of course, if she wasn’t there by the time the cops arrived, then they would have no one to arrest. Plus Felicia might make the newspapers, something cheesy like ‘Black Cat sinks her claws into the Kingpin!’ or something. It wouldn’t be fame, but infamy and notoriety could probably help her cause more anyway. In addition, she was in one of Fisk’s storehouses and now the cops had a reason to investigate! Who knew what kind of extra-legal… stuff they would find in any number of rooms in the building? Oh, everything is going perfectly, the Cat realized with a grin.

Of course, all these plans went out the window when something collided with her from out of nowhere. Even the tremendous reflexes Felicia had acquired from years of gymnastics and martial arts training didn’t stop her from tumbling off the desk, plopping onto the floor with her assailant. Her hand flexed, ready to claw the son of a bitch’s eyes out, when she caught a glimpse of red, blue, and a very distinct symbol. The Black Cat’s eyes widened with surprise, wondering if she had seen properly. Then he pinned her down, and everything became crystal clear. A predatory smirk slipped onto her face as Felicia thought, ‘Spider-Man.’

And she had thought the day couldn’t get any better.

“You-”

The tone of voice was enough to show that he remembered her. Of course, how did you forget a girl like Felicia Hardy? She imagined the adrenaline rush from falling made her look like something out of a Harlequin romance novel, all tossed hair, flushed cheeks, and heaving bosoms. Quickly glancing downward, she confirmed her suspicions. They were a-heaving, alright. Grinning at Spider-Man, the Cat replied, “Me.”

“I thought that chick in the thong…”

Elektra.

It was funny how people could forget really important events in their life, especially when their life was filled with so many important events. For example, Felicia had been so excited about stealing from the Kingpin’s private warehouse and thrilled about seeing Spider-Man, that she had completely forgotten how they had last parted ways. How the cold metal of that bitch’s sai had sank into her, how she had almost died in the water below. How she had been hospitalized for months, and had to lie to her mother to keep her double life a secret. Not to mention the hospital bill. Black Cat really had to do something to repay Elektra for that.

Like push her out a 20th-story window.

“Is this one of those nine lives things?”

Felicia rolled her eyes at that comment, before declaring, “I’d have to die for it to be a nine lives thing, darling.” Attempting to wiggle her legs free so she could wrap them around his waist, she added with a sultry smile, “But if you want to resort to cliché so desperately, just call it the power of love.” Craning her neck, the Black Cat moved her lips to Spider-Man’s mouth, or where she remembered it was, and kissed him passionately. If all went well, the kiss would daze him enough so she could get her arms free. From there, well, he did have a gorgeous ass. It would be a crime not to, at least, cop a feel.

[Spider-man]

“Me.”

But how was this possible? He thought that that lingerie killer had run her through, or drowned her or something. Apparently not. Because here she was, pinned underneath him…pulling her long leather-wrapped legs out from under him so that she could encircle his waist with them! Definitely not dead.

Beneath the suit, Peter began to realize just how tight his uniform was.

“I’d have to die for it to be a nine lives thing, darling.”

“Right, but I-”

“But if you want to resort to cliché so desperately, just call it the power of love.”

Love?!

His eyes bugged out behind his mask as Black Cat moved in quickly for a lusty kiss through the fabric of his mask. Needless to say it completely stunned him. He arched his back up a little as her hands slipped out from under him.

“Woah-”

Between kisses he was trying to get away, but it seemed that Black Cat was persistent.

“-is it…I can’t…you…this isn’t…”

If this was a fight, he was losing.

MJ at the forefront of his heart, he tried to wriggle free.

[Black Cat]

“Right, but I-”

Anything Spider-Man meant to say was pretty much silenced by Felicia’s lips on his. It would have been worlds more satisfying if he had, at least, slipped the mask up so she’d be kissing his actual lips. As it was, it was like kissing someone through a pillowcase, or something similar. Oh well, it wasn’t like he had been given much warning, so there was always next time. In the meantime, Spider-Man was arching his back, as dazed by the kiss as she had hoped. Now, all she had to do was slip her arms away and…

Success! The Black Cat had managed to get her hands free, all but undoing Spider-Man’s pin. Not that she minded terribly, being pinned by him, but that was dependant on context. The important thing was, with her legs wrapped around him, Felicia was the one in control. At any moment, she could simply break away from him and go back to her mission. At any time she wanted, the Cat could leave him begging for more. But she just didn’t want to, not yet.

“Woah-”

It almost seemed like he was trying to get away from her, which was unusual. Why would he be trying to get away from a buxom, gorgeous woman who was almost superhumanly limber and, literally and figuratively, all over him? Most heterosexual men would consider that a sign of insanity. Maybe she was misinterpreting something about his movements, or maybe it was some kind of spider-mating dance. Deciding to shrug it off and wait for Spider-Man to come around, Felicia continued kissing him, moving off of his lips to catch a breath every now and then.

“-is it…I can’t…you…this isn’t…”

Okay, the shuffling and wiggling might have been explicable, but verbal protests? What was she doing wrong, was she going too fast? Felicia hoped that it wasn’t some macho ‘Men have to make the first move’ bull, but Spider-Man didn’t seem like that type. Was it because he had thought she was dead? Did he need time to adjust or something? He slipped away from Black Cat eventually, the latter releasing the former from her leg-hold.

Frustrated and concerned all at once, Felicia asked, maybe a bit harshly, “What’s the matter?” Running her claws through her wig again, she continued, declaring bluntly, “I mean, you’re wearing spandex tights, I know you want it too.”

[Spider-man]

Ok, this wasn't happening. Black Cat was supposed to be...well, no not supposed to be dead, but Peter had thought she was. And now she was here, all...bosomy and with the kissing.

And Peter was with MJ. Not now, but they were definitely an item. And that was what he wanted.

Well, what he wanted was a little cloudy right now. Lost in a cloud of raging hormones, that is. Peter couldn't deny, or really hide the fact that Black Cat was really turning him on.

Still, he managed to awkwardly and clumsily disengage himself from her leg and lip lock. Stumbling back he sat on the wall just above her, trying very hard not to notice the heaving breasts. To make things worse, Black Cat was now angry at him for not just giving in and...and what? Was he supposed to just go for it right here and now?

The idea was certainly tempting...

NO!

“What’s the matter?” Running her claws through her wig again, she continued, declaring bluntly, “I mean, you’re wearing spandex tights, I know you want it too.”

His head snapped down and he was thankful his burning red face was hidden behind the mask. "That? No, that's my...Spider-device..." Oh God... Clearing his throat, he knew it was time for a subject change.

"What are you doing in here?" The alarms continued to wail. "And by the way," he said shaking a finger at her. "This is so not spandex!"

[Black Cat]

His head snapped down and he was thankful his burning red face was hidden behind the mask. "That? No, that's my...Spider-device..."

Felicia didn’t need to be able to see Spider-Man’s face, she could hear the embarrassment in his voice. She couldn’t help but grin, he was just adorable sometimes. Her voice playfully mocking, the Black Cat declared, “Well, your Spider-device looks happy to see me.” The words ‘spider-device’ were accompanied by clawed fingers making quotations signs, adding to the teasing. Oh, the Cat could do this all day if she had the chance. Unfortunately, the alarms were still blaring, and that meant the police were still on their way.

"What are you doing in here?" The alarms continued to wail. "And by the way," he said shaking a finger at her. "This is so not spandex!"

Raising an eyebrow in disbelief, Felicia replied skeptically, “Uh-huh.” Giving Spider-Man a quick once-over, she shook her head. For all it covered, it might as well have been body paint. Of course, looking down at the leather cat-suit she was clad in, maybe the Black Cat was in no place to judge. But, really, her outfit was an homage to her father’s classic cat-burglar ensemble. His was a skin-tight mesh of red, white, blue, and cobwebs.

Like a dusty Captain America.

It took her a second to realize she had been asked a question, and it was a terribly important question too. To the Cat, it was clear as day what she was doing, avenging her father. As for the seduction parts, Felicia was simply making plans for the future. After all, it wasn’t a matter of if she could take the Kingpin down. It was just a matter of when and how hard the bastard fell. Ms. Hardy still had to have a life outside of her quest for retribution, and she wanted Spider-Man to be a part of that life.

Flashing her ‘paramour’ a dazzling smile, the Black Cat purred in response, “Getting my revenge, of course.” Pointing a claw accusingly at him, she added, “And don’t change the subject. You were wiggling away from me like I was a leper.” Placing a hand on her hip, the Cat continued, saying, “We both want each other, so I’ll ask again: what’s the matter?” Tapping the claws on the other hand against the desk nearby, Felicia waited for an answer.

(OOC: I mean no offense to anyone with leprosy, or anyone who knows anyone with leprosy. Also, I don’t like this post, so I apologize for it.)

[Spider-man]

No matter how he stood or crouched Peter didn’t seem to be able to hide that troublesome betrayer below his waist. And the more he thought about its existence, and the more Black Cat stared at it and talked about it, and ADMIRED it, the worse it became. Because that was really more attention than it had received in…well, ever!

At first his valiant attempt at a subject change seemed to work.

“Getting my revenge, of course.”

Peter looked down at the guards in confusion. “Riiight. Your revenge against rentacops everywhere, I suppose…”

And against men. Because any woman who flaunted like that knew what they did to men. And the men were usually too overcome to really even complain.

“And don’t change the subject. You were wiggling away from me like I was a leper.” She placed a hand on the delicate curve of her amazing hips. Peter’s heart rate started to gallop. “We both want each other, so I’ll ask again: what’s the matter?”

The alarm was really hurting his ears.

“What’s the problem?” It was something of a question directed at himself. Here was an incredibly hot woman who wanted to, well he was pretty sure she had ‘adult situations’ in mind. Something involving his Spider-device if he wasn’t mistaken.

So what was the problem? Other than MJ?!

“How do you know I’m not horribly disfigured under this mask?”

Ok, what he should be doing was getting her out of here. He had lost his mind!!

[Black Cat]

“Riiight. Your revenge against rentacops everywhere, I suppose…”

Felicia shook her head, still smiling. He probably didn’t know this was Fisk’s building, and if he did, he would have no idea of the kind of stuff hidden within. Drug shipments, clandestine technology, this building was a variable gold mine of charges against the Kingpin. That bastard would need more than a lawyer to slither out of a lengthy prison sentence, he’d need a miracle. Once he was behind bars, he would be a sitting duck for the Black Cat’s revenge. From there, she’d just plant the murder weapon on one of the nearby convicts, slip out, and return to her regularly-scheduled life.

“And don’t change the subject. You were wiggling away from me like I was a leper. We both want each other, so I’ll ask again: what’s the matter?”

It hadn’t seemed like a terribly difficult question when Felicia had asked it, but it seemed to be a brain-teaser for Spider-Man. He seemed to be in a state of deep emotional conflict, and engrossed in his thoughts. At least, that was what it seemed, because he wasn’t telling her anything and he wore a FUCKING MASK! God, this was starting to aggravate her, and so was that alarm. How long did it honestly take the police to get off of their donut-eating asses and do something? Black Cat wasn’t surprised that she had possessed a natural dislike for the police as a child, even before she found out her father was a thief.

“What’s the problem?”

The urge to snap ‘is there an echo in here?!’ was overwhelming. Felicia had asked that very question twice, parroting it was not the right answer!

Eventually, something in Felicia snapped the slightest bit. Perhaps it was a lack of explanation from Spider-Man, perhaps it was sexual frustration, but more likely it was because of the damn alarm. One way or another, whatever the reason, the Black Cat walked rather calmly to the alarm and shoved a clawed hand into the device with a growl. With Felicia pulling hard, the wires within the alarm came loose quite easily. She would have been more concerned about her hands, but her gloves (and, indeed, her whole cat-suit) were really made of poromeric imitation leather (or pleather, which was more breathable than actual leather and more animal-friendly) which had a plastic coating. Plastics were, fortunately enough, insulators.

“How do you know I’m not horribly disfigured under this mask?”

It was entirely too tempting for Felicia to say, ‘I didn’t say you had to take the mask off.’ However, she was more than aware that Spider-Man would probably take a heart attack from such a comment. Removing her hand from the alarm, the Black Cat retorted, “Please, I’m not that shallow.” Oh, she couldn’t resist, the allure was too great. “Of course,” the Cat added with an un-ironic purr, “if you’re so self-conscious, you can keep the mask on. I don’t mind a man who’s a little on the kinky side.” She had a wicked grin on her face that she couldn’t hold back.

An impish and utterly monstrous part of herself wondered what that comment would do to his ‘Spider-device’.

[Spider-man]

The scowl seemed to deepen on Black Cat’s face as she talked to him. Before she really answered in any way that a normal person might, she scrunched her face up a little (sexily) and walked over to jam her clawed hand into the wall, ripping out wires with hot sparks leaping out of the wall. The alarm died immediately.

Meanwhile his stalling question lingered in the air, and Spider-Man began to wonder if he should just let the authorities handle this one.

“Please, I’m not that shallow.”

Then her expression changed as she looked him over again. “Of course,” the Cat added with an un-ironic purr, “if you’re so self-conscious, you can keep the mask on. I don’t mind a man who’s a little on the kinky side.”

Hitting on me. We’re in a sky rise, alone, the cops on their way, and she’s acting like she wants a quickie! And considering that Peter Parker still had not been with a woman in that way, it had a certain kind of insane appeal to it.

He made the mistake of pausing while returning the favor and looking her over. He shifted uncomfortably as he caught her looking at his midsection.

“I’m…sure you don’t,” he said not wanting to argue. “The leather was a first clue…but there’s this troublesome life of crime thing you have going…” A helicopter was coming close. “And I believe that would be the cops,” he said pointing toward the window.

[Black Cat]

He made the mistake of pausing while returning the favor and looking her over. He shifted uncomfortably as he caught her looking at his midsection.

It didn’t seem to Felicia like Spider-Man was used to this much attention, something she found surprising. She simply couldn’t understand how someone with the physique and flexibility of a gymnast couldn’t have any woman, or man, they wanted. After all, it had been working for the Black Cat for years. In addition to that, he was a celebrity, an infamous crime-fighter notorious for protecting the innocent. Despite J. Jonah Jameson’s best efforts, people loved Spider-Man. Well, not the police, by any means.

He was a vigilante, after all.

“I’m…sure you don’t,” he said not wanting to argue. “The leather was a first clue…but there’s this troublesome life of crime thing you have going…”

Ah, yes, the criminal thing. Yet another way Fisk was perpetually fucking up Felicia’s life. The Black Cat replied with a grin, “Yeah, but that just adds to the appeal. It’s like Cops and Robbers for adults.” The poor guy was probably traumatized by now, or corrupted by her naughty ways. Of course, maybe he was into that sort of thing. After all, what was being a superhero but one big role-playing fantasy?

“And I believe that would be the cops,” he said pointing toward the window.

Looking over her shoulder, Felicia saw the helicopter through the panes of glass. If she hadn’t taken the time to talk to Spider-Man, she could have stolen what she needed and disappeared by then. Still, at least she had pleasant conversation and good company. The Black Cat wouldn’t be getting either in jail. A light shone in, and if not for the lenses in her mask, she would have been blinded for a second. A voice came on over a speaker, “This is the police. We have you surrounded. Report to the roof with your hands in the air or we will be forced to take action.”

Felicia simply smiled and flipped them the bird.

The helicopter moved upward, no doubt to drop officers on the roof. There was no time to lose. Looking to Spider-Man, the Black Cat grinned and said, “Cops and Robbers, baby.” Without warning, she kissed him again, pulling away to say, “You’re it.”, then moving into the next room. She felt bad abandoning him, but she had a mission.

[Spider-man]

“Yeah, but that just adds to the appeal. It’s like Cops and Robbers for adults.”

Somehow Black Cat had the super ability of turning everything Spider-Man said into dirty talk. If Peter were to remove the mask his face would probably be just as red beneath.

Luckily for his modesty, Cat was more concerned with the appearance of the police helicopters than anything else. Spider-Man shielded his eyes from the blinding light that was flooding the room through the wall of glass.

“This is the police. We have you surrounded. Report to the roof with your hands in the air or we will be forced to take action.”

"Oh yeah," Spider-Man said. "And I'm sure that one would go over-"

“Cops and Robbers, baby.”

Spider-Man was taken aback somewhat as he was pulled into another over the mask kiss. He just stood there dumbfounded as Black Cat pulled away and looked at him from behind those yellow tinted glasses. “You’re it.”

And just as she was leaving Spider-Man saw several men wearing black coming up the stairs from the other direction. Looking down at a red pinpoint of light on his uniform, Spider-Man followed the prompting of his Spider-senses, leaping up and out of the way as a volley of bullets tore into the wall behind where he had been.

"Woah, what happened to the warning cry?" Clinging to the ceiling, Spider-Man knew that despite his better judgment he had to try and help Cat escape. This was so going to be all his fault there was no way around it this time.

Hopping to a desk as another shot was fired, Spider-Man tried to keep them busy. He shot a blast of webbing over the face mask of one of the SWAT guys. "Isn't this against policy? I don't even have a weapon."

Somehow Spider-Man doubted the same policies applied to him. It certainly wasn't the first time a cop had fired a shot at him.

[Black Cat]

Felicia heard the gunfire behind her, but she didn’t dare look back. If she did, she might realize that Spider-Man was the only good thing to happen to her in a long time and try to do something stupid like try to save his life. She’d probably die in front of him, protecting him from the bullets like something out of a romance novel. That wouldn’t do at all. Black Cat had come too far to blow it now, she was in the belly of the beast. Her concern was probably misplaced anyway, he was a hero, someone who had faced challenges much worse than a bunch of cops.

Yeah, Spider-Man could take them, he was a decent fighter. Plus, he had superpowers, which gave him a distinct advantage over the police and over Felicia. But, on the other hand, the cops had guns and body armor. Considering how tight Spidey’s ‘not-spandex’ outfit was, it didn’t seem likely he was hiding a bullet-proof vest. For god’s sake, he couldn’t even hide a hard-on! What if he didn’t move fast enough, what if one of them actually killed Spider-Man?

Of all the fucking times to have a fucking crisis of conscience.

Felicia shook her head, as though she could shake away her sudden morality. If Spider-Man died, it was his own damn fault. It wasn’t like she had installed that alarm, or even triggered it purposefully. It wasn’t like she had put a gun to his head and ordered him to wear ‘not-spandex’ and fight crime! It was all on his head, he had decided to become a vigilante, and if he wanted to throw his life away saving her, he could be her guest. The Black Cat nodded to herself, that was a good rationale, she should record that and listen to it for motivation.

Maybe then she’d actually believe it.

Meanwhile…

"Woah, what happened to the warning cry?"

The police force was not amused by Spider-Man’s agility, or his freakish reflexes. Detaining meta-humans, mutants, or whatever it was they were called was never an easy task, since they did have an unfair advantage over even the FBI’s top agents. It wasn’t much good to graduate from the police academy with top honors if you were up against a foe that could see your every move before you thought it up. Fortunately, as far as they knew, Spider-Man wasn’t telepathic. He was just annoying.

The masked man fired a shot of webbing onto the face-mask of one of their agents. Their leader smirked coldly, before telling his radio, “Suspect is becoming hostile. Use maximum force if necessary.”

"Isn't this against policy? I don't even have a weapon."

Firing a round at Spider-Man, one of the agents snarled out, “Standard procedure. You are a weapon, freak.” Unfortunately, the bullet missed entirely, thanks to the amazing Spider-Man’s amazing fucking reflexes!

The leader radioed in, “Split up, don’t let the woman get away.”

Two of the agents replied instantly, “Aye, sir.” After quickly evaluating the situation of Spider-Man’s position to the door, the two made a run for it. With a little luck, the vigilante would be too busy hopping around to notice them going for his accomplice. Hopefully.

(OOC: Sorry it’s so late. And shit.)