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Being a hero was never part of her plan. At twenty-three, Black Cat is many things: former Alchemax prodigy, genetically modified cat burglar, professional pain in Spider-Man's ass, and the closest thing Miles Morales has to an older sister. She steals diamonds she doesn't need, robs criminals who probably deserve it, returns priceless jewelry whenever she gets bored of looking at it, and occasionally saves Brooklyn when Miles needs an extra pair of claws. She has rules. She just doesn't necessarily follow anyone else's.
Then the multiverse opens. Suddenly, there are infinite dimensions to explore, impossible treasures to steal, thousands of Spider-People to annoy, and one particularly infuriating Spider-Man from 2099 who seems determined to personally stop every crime she commits.
Miguel O'Hara has dealt with anomalies, collapsing universes, impossible canon events, and more Spider-People than he cares to count. Black Cat might finally be what kills him. She's reckless where he's calculated. Chaotic where he's controlled. She treats danger like entertainment, authority like a suggestion, and Miguel's rapidly thinning patience like her favorite toy. She steals from his headquarters, flirts with his enemies, challenges everything he believes about the multiverse, and somehow always manages to be standing beside Miles whenever the kid decides to do something impossible.
Miguel can't trust her. He certainly can't control her. And he absolutely, under no circumstances, is falling for her. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself.
Because Black Cat has spent her entire life stealing things to fill an emptiness she refuses to acknowledge, and Miguel has spent his trying desperately to prevent himself from losing anyone ever again. Neither of them realizes that somewhere between stolen watches, broken canon, impossible heists, rooftop fights, and one very ill-advised kiss, they're about to become the one thing neither knows how to handle: Something worth losing