Book of One-Shots

🎨 Cat and Mouse

The night air carried a chilling allure as (Y/N) (L/N) perched precariously on the edge of the towering Fisk Tower, taking in the breathtaking vista of Manhattan. Clad in a simple ensemble of black pants, black boots, a Pink Floyd t-shirt, a blue hoodie, and a black leather jacket, his attire was perfect for getting in, getting the job done, and getting out, blending into society.

Wires and braces adorned his outfit, serving as functional accessories to hold his arsenal of gadgets. His mask, a repurposed faceplate from an Ultron drone, concealed his identity and gave him an edge whenever those super-freaks showed up and tried blowing him up with laser eyes, or trapping him with webs or getting hit really hard with a Billy club.

A moment of reflection passed as (Y/N) surveyed the city below, mentally preparing himself for the heist he was about to pull. With a deep breath, he sprung into action, jumping off the gargoyle he perched on and letting himself dive into a free fall.

He tapped the side of his visor and the ultron drone's electronics spring to life, giving him an in depth scan of Fisk Tower.

He scanned each level below him that he was about to pass carefully, with his reticle darting around in his orange HUD. He readied his gloves for the stunt he was about to pull.

Finally, (Y/N) spotted his target: the art gallery. Concealed within the tower. Moonlight cast a celestial glow through the skylights, illuminating the walls adorned with priceless artistic masterpieces.

He deployed his climbing axes and dug into the part of the tower with the softest stone, grinding to a stop just beside the windows of the art gallery. With a precise blast from his Ultron visor, he was able to get in through the window.

The atmosphere buzzed with an electrifying tension as he silently navigated the gallery, his senses attuned to the faintest sounds of security systems and patrolling guards.

He quickly located the cameras and hacked into them, replaying the videos from a month ago to mask your presence. A guard almost caught you, but a quick throw of a pellet with some amnesia powder and a good hit to the head eliminated that problem.

Everything looks to be going according to plan, more or less, but his plans took an unexpected turn when a voice, as smooth as melted chocolate, sliced through the air.

"Has my little mouse come to play?"

It was Felicia Hardy, known far and wide as the enigmatic Black Cat. Emerging from the shadows, she put her hand on her hip.

"C'mon (N/N), give it up. The professional's here."

A mix of annoyance and determination flashed across (Y/N)'s face as he faced Felicia's playful remark. "Felicia, come on. This heist belongs to me, I haven' t had a good score in days!" he retorted.

Felicia chuckled, her amusement evident. "You wouldn't let a pretty girl go without something as pretty as her, would you, Mouse? This painting is coming with me," she said as she strutted over to (Y/N).

"Another impromptu date? OK then, but, you'll have to keep up with me," he declared, activating his whisker wire and trapping Felicia in place, ready to escape with the painting.

(Y/N) ran out and jumped through a windows, setting off the alarm in hopes that guards would slow her down. As (Y/N) fell through the air, he turned and saw that Felicia was right on his tail.

And so, a thrilling chase ensued. (Y/N) shot a grappling line, carrying them across the rooftops of Manhattan onto the top of an Apple store. He stopped momentarily to take the painting from the frame to make for easier transport, but with a quick

CRACK!

Of a very familiar whip, it was launched into Felicia's hands as she swung on her on grapple line.

(Y/N) and Felicia maneuvered through the intricate urban landscape, each employing their gadgets to outmaneuver and outwit the other.

As (Y/N) chased her on the rooftops, with her zipping around in the sky like some sort of moonlit ballerina, he was trying to come up with a plan. But as he ran, the plan came to him.

He attempted to jump to a higher building with a bit of help from his grappling hook, but as luck would have it, Felicia was in his scopes. The claw snatched the painting right out of her hands and into his.

"Thanks, Leesh, but I need to cut this date short, I need to be in Miami tomorrow morning for a deal!"

Felicia smirked as she chased you "OH honey, the night's still young, we can dance a bit longer~".

The painting exchanged hands numerous times, as soon as one thief thought they finally had the upper hand, the other came in just to make them have to work harder.

Throughout the chase, the air crackled with flirtatious banter and spirited remarks, a bit of verbal sparring. Felicia's teasing remarks left (Y/N) a bit distracted at times, but he'd eventually slap himself back to his goal. The tension between them was palpable, and the disturbed pigeons of night time Manhattan knew it.

Eventually, their pursuit brought them to a secluded rooftop, the city's skyline stretched out before them. Both (Y/N) and Felicia found themselves breathless, the adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Felicia leaned against a chimney, her voice carrying a mix of admiration and amusement. "You're quite the chase, Mouse. You've managed to captivate my attention," she confessed, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of challenge and intrigue. "But..."

"But what?" (Y/N) raised a brow.

"Cat's gotten to play, and she wants this to end now."

A smirk played across (Y/N)'s lips as he stepped closer, meeting Felicia's gaze head-on. "Felicia, this is just the beginning. I have so much more to show you,"

Before he could make another move, Felicia leaned in, capturing his lips in a quick kiss. It was a moment of stolen bliss, a fleeting connection that, if (Y/N) was honest, turned (Y/N) on. However, the tenderness was short-lived, as Felicia triggered all of his smoke pellets, enveloping the rooftop in a hazy fog.

When the smoke cleared, Felicia had vanished, leaving only a card for restaurant behind. (Y/N) retrieved it, a mixture of intrigue and anticipation in his head. The card bore a date and a hastily scrawled message: "Meet you there, little mouse! Xoxo."

A smile graced (Y/N)'s face as he pocketed the card. As the night cloaked the city in its embrace, (Y/N) ventured forth, his heart pounding with the thrill of the chase. The Mouse and the Black Cat had yet to discover the full extent of their shared adventure. Only one thing was one his mind after that encounter.

"Am I gonna get lucky?"

-=A u t h o r=-

LilsOfTheDaffodils

(A/N: As requested by Mikexlrose. Bit shorter than what I usually write but eh. Hope you enjoy!)