Spidey/Cat: City of Jewel

Marvel fanfiction of the webbed wonder (Spiderman) whose 'engagement' with a chance-transformed bad angel girl of the city ('Black Cat') makes for portals of Earthling jellyfish.

Marvel fanfiction of Spidey. Enjoy (Happy Super Bowl stuff, all), 

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My name's Peter Parker, and this is my story. Friends, I'd been working for the Bugle paper in the American Homeland city and assigned to a special inquiry at the experimental strength/biochemistry enhancement science firm Oscorp and learned of a special freak-accident report/rumor about a woman named Felicia Hardy, a burglar who broke into the building of Oscorp and was accidentally stunned by some parallax laser bio-brainwave device rendering her able to leap and prowl like an agile super-human cat and emit psychic-waves of great dark misfortune onto the Earth (wow). That's the gist of the weight of this bad 'faerie-tale' that doesn't end there. Follow along (Selfie-like!).

While doing (private) research at Oscorp concerning this anarchist Felicia Hardy (the 'Black Cat' of the city), I (myself!) was bitten by an experimental genomics-altered super-spider inside one of the lab areas of my inquiries, mutating me as well and affording me great leaping and soaring spider-like agility. The government fitted my wrists with special super-tensile strength cobweb-shooting devices so I'd complement my now sky-prowling power with web-shooting for 'incarcerating' an adversary as a sort of masked/costumed vigilante (for commentary/critique)...Facebook-like!

FELICIA: Peter, you'd been an affable journals-man, and I a normal road-cat.

PETER: Well, now you're the prowling feline of darkness, Black Cat.

FELICIA: I'm still just an American lady, Mister Hero/Spiderman.

PETER: I've got this kaleidoscope you could glimpse for memory of good.

FELICIA: I'm bad (now!), and with one blast of my psyche can cripple you!

PETER: You're a damned-queen of bad-luck gossip (now!), Black Cat.

FELICIA: You mean to use your kaleidoscope-magic to web my specter, yes?

PETER: Facebook-like.

Felicia (the 'Black Cat') was evil, sure. She'd become a misfortune siren of darkness in the American Homeland city of incomplete-distances readings to the rays/light of traffic securities for 'confidence-consciousness' for all (damn). I knew my transformation into the antidote hero-vigilante fellow 'Spiderman' of Earth, I had the only-chance to weave a cage-web to bring her down to my ground...and I tell this chase-tale of Hell in this time-capsule tell I shall bury in my city-home backyard for future-world archaeologists to make-sense of all the jardinieres of Earthling bureaucracy storytelling (for the heart).

BLACK-CAT: See, Spidey...I've rendered a pencil-stencil doodle of my specter.

SPIDERMAN: I suppose it's to complement some cyber-fiction for jitters, girl!

BLACK-CAT: As you see, Spiderman, it's (all) about the outline-sketch of fun.

SPIDERMAN: There's no funny to your bad-chance waves you aim at cops!

BLACK-CAT: This is the inception (then) of our game-of-jog (Selfie-like).

SPIDERMAN: Let's proceed, Black Cat (Facebook-like!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)