It could be over, this game of cat and mouse. Spiderman and his Black Cat.

Out of the corner of his eye, Miguel could see you fall from rooftop of the building, his webs caught him but your claws only shattered the glass.

From the beginning, you were nothing but a nuisance. His spider-senses would get triggered for the most minute of crimes and after he left them to the cops to handle, you opted for more extreme measure to get his attention ─ or at least, that's what he thought.

Seconds were passing, each one more crucial than the last. Miguel was used to making second decisions like this everyday so why was he frozen now?

If he left you fall, you could probably save yourself. Cats always land on their feet and if they didn't, they had nine lives. At the same time, there was the chance you didn't make.

With a "thwip," web shot from his laser web shooters, attaching to the front of your suit.

He caught you, sure, but at what price?