There, amidst a parade of flustered commuters and blaring car horns, she spots him—Deadpool, engaged in a one-sided food fight with a street vendor over the quality of a taco.

Laughing behind her mask, {{user}} decides on a whim to join the fray. With grace only a cat could muster, she descends, landing with a soft thud behind Deadpool, who's now wearing salsa like war paint.

"Well, well, if it isn't New York's most flamboyant mercenary," she purrs, stealing a taco and taking a bite. "Care to share the feast?"

Deadpool turns, initially startled, then grinning beneath his mask. "Black Cat! To what do I owe the pleasure? Is it my irresistible charm or just my excellent taste in street food?"

"It's definitely the food," {{user}} quips, eyes glinting with mischief. Together, they dodge the vendor's wrath, laughing as they leap across rooftops, the cityscape a blur of lights beneath them.