Fallen Friend

The Calm Before The Storm

Swinging overhead, Black Cat was hurrying as fast as she could as she headed over towards the Daily Bugle where, according to the Goblin, Peter was lying defeated in some alleyway nearby. There was no point in chasing and eventually fighting the Goblin, she didn't care about where he was heading or if he even attempted to cause havoc in some other part of the city, all she cared about was finding her lover.

Soon after, the site of the Bugle came into view and Black Cat swung over towards a nearby alleyway with, a little bit of luck, hoped to find Peter. However, her luck wasn't going too well as she couldn't see Peter. She then headed over towards another alleyway, but once again, no luck. It was ironic in some sense that her second identity was called Black Cat as it was an animal which was known for bad luck.

She repeated the process again and again down various alleyways nearby the Bugle, but now she was starting to feel more anxious by the moment. A few nightmare scenarios entered her mind, what if the Goblin had badly beaten up Peter so badly that he was almost unrecognisable as a person or that he was so mentally disturbed that he wouldn't know who she was? Felicia remembered the stories that Peter would tell her that the Goblin was none other than the late Norman Osborn and that the Green Goblin attacked his aunt May and Mary Jane, truly a very personal encounter for Peter and right now, Felicia was beginning to feel the same way over her current dilemma in finding him.

The beautiful woman had just swung round into another alley and felt yet more disappointment that she couldn't find Peter. It was only then when she was turning to leave when she noticed a figure lying next to a pile of junk, at first she thought it was one of the city's hobos, but something about this figure looked familiar to her and with her curiosity getting the better of her, she headed down to the ground level to get a closer look.

Black Cat landed (this time on her feet with easeful grace like a cat) and headed over to the scabby looking figure. As she walked closer to the man, she gasped in shock when she soon recognised the man lying injured, bleeding and, in Felicia's mindset, on the verge of death.

"Peter!" She cried as she quickly rushed to his size and kneeling down beside him and holding the brunette close to her. "Oh God! Please Peter, don't die on me!"

Her fallen lover's eyes flickered opened as he heard her voice; it was like a beacon through a thick fog that was bringing him back to the land of the living. He adjusted his eyes to try and see who was calling his name and his eyes slowly widened as he saw a certain woman in black leather.

"...Felicia?" Peter uttered weakly, nonetheless just hearing him again brought a wave of relive for the platinum blonde.

"Oh thank God you're ok!" She replied as she pulled him close and kissed him passionately.

"H...How did you find me?" Peter asked as he began to come back to his senses again after this kiss.

Felicia bit her bottom lip as she didn't know what to say about what had happened before with her encounter with Goblin, but she and Peter had always been honest to each other and she decided not to hide anything. "It was the Goblin...I met, well, ran into him."

"He found you?!" Peter gasped. "How did he know where you were?"

"No idea," Felicia sighed. "One minute I uncover more of those goons with those fancy weapons, remember them?"

Peter nodded.

"Then after I rounded them up," Felicia continued, "it all happened. The Goblin showed up, I managed to fend him off, then he told me about you and...and..."

The beautiful woman then looked like she was on the verge of tears and Peter this time embraced her tightly. It was very rare to see the often witty and fearless former cat burglar to be in this state, but seeing like this was a motivation for Peter to comfort his woman.