One Year Later

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Late that New York evening, a van was driving recklessly while avoiding traffic and being chased by police cars. Overhead, two costumed individuals, named Spider-Man and Black Cat, were swinging above the busy traffic and to anyone, it looked an awesome site. Oddly enough for the citizens of New York, no one seemed to bother about the two characters as it had become an ordinary sight to them. As the night-time chase ensured, the van suddenly managed to escape through a brief gap in the traffic, leaving the police cars stuck in the traffic behind. The stranded police officers could only look up at the costumed characters above as they carried on the chase, each of them muttering a silent 'good luck' to the city's vigilantes as they were soon far out in front.

The occupants of the van had quickly become aware of the two vigilantes behind them and began to swerve the van round of set of larger trucks as they headed towards the George Washington Bridge, by now, the criminals only way out of Manhattan. One of the van's occupants then leaned out of the window with a large silver gun aiming at Spider-Man. The man fired the weapon and the masked hero managed to avoid a surprisingly powerful shot that was not like any normal gun he had seen before. The force of that very shot caused the van to suddenly veer off course towards the edge of the road, crashing into a couple of cars, then finally smashing into the railing, and hurtling down into a small park just ten feet below.

The van landed nose first then fell onto its left side, Spider-Man and Black Cat swung down knowing that this was the chance to finish off the criminals. Just as the robbers were slowly trying to escape from the mangled vehicle, Black Cat landed on top of one of the criminals and quickly knocked him out. Spider-Man landed shortly afterwards and headed over towards the rear of the van, just as a couple of guys attempted to escape. The duo continued to fight the large numbers of convicts with Spider-Man webbing them up in time ready to be taken away by the police once they would arrive. Just as Spider-Man and Black Cat had taken down most of the unarmed thieves, a couple of the others who had managed to avoid the twosome had acquired some of the strange looking hi-tech weapons and quickly started to open fire on the couple. One of criminals activated a small device on his wrist however...

Both heroes avoided the strong blast from the guns, which seemed to have five times the firing power than that of a shotgun as one of the blasts that missed them fired into the side of a nearby building and left an impact that resembled that of an asteroid crater.

"Where'd these guys get these guns from?" Black Cat called out to Spider-Man as they landed away from the blast.

"Beats me," Spider-Man replied as he yanked over one of the men that had a weapon and punched him in the face, knocking him out. Just then he noticed the other four guys had gotten cold feet of facing the pair of heroes and promptly turned on their heels and made a dash for freedom. "Cat! Stop them!"

"Already on it!" Black Cat replied as she fired one of her grappling hooks onto a pillar above the feeling men before using it to swing down on top of them. The men had completely lost their faith that much that within a minute, Black Cat was able to fight them all off by herself until they all lay there unconscious and defeated. A good example to show that Black Cat was more than just a pretty face but a major ally for Spider-Man.

A bit of silence followed after the last goon had gone down before Black Cat stretched her arms up and spoke up. "Yep, just another night of work."

"Not bad for you doing it alone I might add," Spider-Man added jokingly as he began webbing up the thugs and putting them next to the crumbled van. He then looked over to some of the fancy weapons that had been using and pondered on where the criminals could've gotten them. He wasn't so sure, but there was something about these weapons that seemed to make him think that he'd seen this form of weaponry before.

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