Peter had been the Spider-Man for a couple years at this point, battling costumed freaks and thugs on a day to day basis. It never bothered him, except for the few encounters with a certain sand-affiliated baddie. But there was always one woman who had a distinct love for cats, and Peter himself: Felicia Hardy, or known by her alias, the Black Cat. And he’d always ask himself, ‘’why does she have to a be a cat?” Sewing was never his strong-suit, and sharp claws didn’t help.
And it seemed like he couldn’t get a break. Spotting two ears, and those nightmare-inducing feline eyes, Peter groaned, face-palming.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”