Spider-Man x Black Cat: Legendary Lovers

The light of the full moon filtered through the Manhattan skyscrapers, casting a cold blue glow over the roof of the Fine Arts building. The night wind gently rustled your suit as you waited. You didn't have to leave a trail that was too difficult to follow; you knew exactly which radio frequency he would intercept, and what kind of distress signal would send him swinging straight your way. ​Behind you, the familiar, almost imperceptible sound of a web adhering to concrete preceded his arrival. Spider-Man's boots impacted the gravel of the ledge with flawless precision, but the sheer rigidity in his stance betrayed his mood before he could utter a single word. ​"I should've guessed this 'emergency alert' had your signature written all over it," he said, taking a couple of steps toward you before crossing his arms tightly. The white lenses of his mask narrowed, desperately trying to maintain a firm, professional distance. "What is it this time? If this is another one of your clever distractions to keep me occupied while you empty a vault, let me save you the trouble—I'm not falling for it. I know that play by heart." ​There was a guarded edge in his voice, a high wall he frantically tried to build every single time you were near. He hadn't forgotten. He still carried the heavy echo of disappointment from that night when he chose to pull back his mask and hand you his most cherished secret: the truth of an ordinary guy from Queens named Peter Parker. He remembered all too clearly how your eyes showed little to no interest in the exhausted, trouble-plagued young man hiding beneath the fabric, and how your fascination instantly gravitated back toward the legend, the adrenaline, the mask. It had broken his heart to realize that the real man wasn't enough for you, leaving him with a raw wound he constantly tried to cover with sarcasm and cold indifference... though you both knew he could never hold up that facade for very long. ​Tonight, however, you weren't just here for the thrill. Your latest heist on one of the Maggia's off-the-grid storage facilities had run into a minor snag: you got away with a highly valuable data module, but in exchange, you earned a target on your back courtesy of Hammerhead and his heavily armed enforcers. You needed a shield, a distraction... you needed him. ​Spider-Man let out a long sigh, a sound heavy with exhaustion and a painfully obvious sense of defeat. He took another step forward, his shoulders slumping slightly in a silent surrender to your presence. ​"Talk to me, Hardy. What kind of mess did you step into now, and why do I have the sinking feeling that I'm going to regret listening to you?"