#blqckcat

FELICIA:

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

😻

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

he just thinks she's neat !!

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

he's never one to shy away from a pun ok

my muse’s last text to your muse

(  ✉️ → 😻 ): rooftop. 20 minutes. (  ✉️ → 😻 ): 😘

MAY:

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

parental unit (may)

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

the little smile! loml

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

i can't explain this...... it just feels right

my muse’s last text to your muse

   finger presses down onto a piece of paper, sliding it her way with an amused glint gleaming in emerald hues. “you see, i have a bit of a need for your special set of skills, shall we say.” the paper in question is an invitation to a higher end function that was happening soon -- a party loki had quickly discovered rich people in this realm enjoyed to throw in order to show off their wealth and play at charity. always amusing, really. “there’s this priceless asgardian heirloom i’ve been meaning to get my hands on, which means i need to steal it before anyone manages to get their grubby mortal paws on it in this auction they’re hosting. while i can shift my form into someone who won’t be recognized for the event, i need someone to help with the image. that’s where you come in, my dear. i need a bodyguard for the night.” 

He thought he’d seen her trail across the city: traces of her, hints, clues in their endless game of cat and mouse. A knowing smile, a black catsuit, a bad idea he’d never been able to resist. He was a bad luck magnet, and she was an omen, a warning, the last thing he should let himself get mixed up in, especially right now. He was desperate, he was spiraling, he was running out of options, he was running out of hope. Peter had nothing, nothing, just the suit, just Spider-Man, and he barely even had that. The Black Cat had always preferred Spider-Man to Peter Parker.

He found her at last on a rooftop, and he swung onto the ledge in front of her, dropping into a crouch. There she was, there he was. This was a bad idea. This was the worst idea. But when had Peter Parker ever stayed away from bad ideas?