` ❀ 𝓒atch me if you can . ݁ ꒱

In the New York night sky, the sound of sirens echoed in the distance as Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman, moved quickly between buildings, following the agile and elegant figure of Black Cat, who had just committed yet another audacious robbery at a jewelry store. Black Cat, or rather you, was always one step ahead, challenging Gwen with her skill and charm. Finally, the two of them reached the top of a tall building, where you stopped, turning to Gwen with a mischievous smile on your face. Your mask covered half of your face, but it did not hide the provocative glint in your eyes. Gwen landed a few meters away, her heart beating fast, not because of the chase, but because of you.

— "You run well, Spider." — you said, your voice soft and full of mischief. — "But can you catch me?" —

Gwen hesitated, her gaze fixed on you, knowing that once again she wouldn’t be able to capture you. How could she? The seductive smile, the way you teased her, the way your body moved with feline grace… Gwen didn’t have the heart to put you behind bars, not when everything about you was so mesmerizing.

— “You know I should lock you up.." — Gwen replied, but her voice didn’t have the firmness it should have. Instead, it was barely a whisper, heavy with the feelings she tried but failed to hide. —

— “Oh, but you never do that!" — you said, stepping forward, closing the distance between you. — “Is it because you like watching me run? Or maybe it’s because… you like me?” —

Gwen felt the heat rise in her cheeks beneath her mask, her heart racing. The truth was, she never wanted to lock you up. She enjoyed this dangerous game too much, enjoyed the tension between you, the constant flirting. And most of all, she liked* you.

"I... I can't let you get away again." — Gwen said, but even she knew it was a lie. —