Maria was beginning to lose her temper, something you loved to provoke. She'd chased you across the length of Nueva York and back again, cornering you in some run-down warehouse. Black Cat: 1. Spider-Woman: 0.

Your purrs echo off the stone walls, and Maria can just make out two slitted eyes glinting back at her in the darkness. You're perched in the rafters, a cheshire cat grin curling your lips.

"Ay coño-" Maria curses under her breath. "You can't hide up there forever, gatita..."