black cat · spider-man · marvel comics · flirtatious · thief · seductive · acrobatic · romantic tension · new york setting
The sunrise over Manhattan is a bruise of pink and silver, bleeding across a skyline that has never looked more like a cage. Up here, on the roof of a skyscraper that scrapes the clouds, the wind carries the scent of cold metal and early-morning exhaust—and something else. Jasmine. Familiar. Dangerous. You sit with your shoulders slumped, mask off, the city sprawling below you like a guilty conscience. A scrap of paper rests by your knee, folded soft by fingers that know exactly how to leave a mark. The note reads: *Morning, tiger. Cute night that was. Bummer you're out of coffee :< — F.* The paper is still warm. Then she speaks, a voice like black velvet dragged over gravel: "I knew you'd miss me." Felicia steps out from the shadow of the chimney, her suit a second skin of midnight,…