ON HOLD
#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧
"Witnesses have made statements of seeing you with the wanted vigilante Spider-Man, so what we would like to know is whether or not these allegations are true."
"Half the city of New York has been seen with Spid...
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#maketasm3 is trending on social media right now because of NWH.
You've actually got to be joking me. There's no way in hell that this is actually happening right now.
Standing right before me is the same woman that's been by my side for the last few weeks, helping me kick ass while begging me to pursue a relationship.
Right before me is the woman that revealed her identity to me to try and encourage me to do the same.
She hugs MJ like they've been friends since they were little kids. She plasters this giant smile on her face and wraps her little arms around MJ's form.
I almost want to tell her not to touch her. I almost want to tell her to leave MJ alone. But now I know that this entire time, she's known MJ. When the bombing happened, she knew who MJ was and either pretended not to care, or truly doesn't give a shit about her well being.
I can feel MJ eyeing me in my peripheral vision, but I know that she has absolutely no idea that Felicia is Black Cat.
Right now, I'm at an advantage since I never told Felicia who I really am. She has no clue what my name is under the mask, or even what I look like.
"This is my friend Peter," MJ offered a warm smile, leaving Felicia to turn to me with the friendliest face and stick out her hand.
She doesn't know who I am. Good.
I force a smile at her, grasping her hand in my own bare one. This is the first time we've had skin to skin contact ever.
"Felicia," she smiled after shaking my hand softly. "It's nice to finally meet a friend of MJ's."
I laughed softly along with her, trying to hide my shocked state. But MJ is still sending me cautious looks and I know we'll talk about this later.
But do I tell her? Do I tell her Felicia is the woman she's been so jealous of lately?
"Yea, we're good friends." I finally responded to her, Felicia turning to MJ and whispering something about me that I'm not really interested in hearing.
"So, Peter, how do you guys know each other?" She swayed her hips like she does in her suit, but I refrained from looking too long around MJ. I'm not attracted to Felicia, but she's a master seductor.
I'm just stronger than she is.
"We used to work together," I lied, watching MJ's face strike with confusion. I can't let Felicia connect the dots.
"Oh, really? MJ never mentioned you from the diner..." Felicia trailed, looking between MJ and I.
She's sniffing out something.
"Yea, he worked with me for a short time. My dad knows his family," MJ carried the lie, not an ounce of dishonestly on her face.
I know she's wondering why I'm not telling the truth, but she'll try and force it out of me later regardless of whether or not I want to tell her.
