Caught in the Cat's Web

Chapter 1

New York, Earth-194

"No, Peter! I- I can't keep fighting for us if you're just gonna run back to MJ every time!" Felicia sobbed.

"We were just talking about our relationship!" Peter yells in defense.

Felicia's hands come up to her forehead, smoothing out her platinum hair back in frustration. "You said it was over, Peter! You don't need to continue to talk to her, especially not at 8:30 on a Friday in a restaurant! The same restaurant you took me to last week, by the way, for our 6 month anniversary!"

"It doesn't matter, Felicia! Nothing happened!" Peter runs his fingers through his hair pacing back and forth in frustration.

"No! You- you lied to me, you told me you didn't have feelings for her anymore." Felicia breaks out into more tears, blinding her. "I don't want to be 'the other woman' anymore, Peter. I won't be. I can't keep waiting for you, hoping you'll finally look at me the way you look at MJ. I'm done."

Before Peter could say another word, the sound of Felicia's grappling hook cut him off. In an instant, Felicia goes back into her Black Cat persona, swinging through the New York Skyline.

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It had been 3 weeks since the breakup. 3 weeks of crying, ice cream, and pajamas. Felicia had never taken a breakup hard, she'd always known her worth, but something about Peter Parker was different. It made no sense as to why it hurt so much. She's been cheated on before, she's watched partners come and go, but she was able to brush it off like it was nothing. Then stupid Peter Parker had to come and along, turn her into a hero, and break her heart.

By habit, the sound of sirens outside her apartment causes her to pause her show, and look at the Black Cat suit hidden behind the painting next to the window.

Felicia sighs, unable to decide if she should cry or scream. Ultimately, she decided to continue eating her ice cream, pushing the images of Spider-Man somewhere out there fighting crime.

Despite pushing her feelings away, a tear escapes her, sliding down her cheek. Suddenly, chills go down Felicia's spine. She looks around the quiet apartment trying to figure out what was happening when her tear begins to slide back up her cheek and into the air. The empty pint and spoon along with various items follow suit, prompting Felicia to grab the gun and knife hidden under the couch.

A bright light emits in the middle of the living room, transforming into a colorful circular object. Felicia's guard falls, recognizing the multi-dimensional portal.

"Woah! What's with the guns?" Jessica Drew, questions as she emerges.

"You could have given me a heads up instead of scaring the shit out of me." Felicia rolls her eyes before putting her weapons away.

"I told you, I'd come pick you up in a month."

Felicia's eyes widened in surprise. "It's been a month since I've last seen you?!"

"Ahuh," Jessica responds as she inspects the apartment. "Has it been a month since you've cleaned too?"

"Uh- 3 weeks, actually."

Jessica whips her head around. "3 weeks?! What the fuck happened, girl!"

Felicia rolls her eyes. "I don't wanna talk about it."

Honestly, she didn't have to. Jessica could see right through the broken-hearted girl. "You ready to go then?"

"I don't think I can meet the boss man like this." Felicia frowns, looking down at her oversized tee shirt stained with ice cream and various mysterious stains from her wallowing sessions.