Chapter 1: Webbed and Humiliated
Black Cat, registered. That, and the distinct lack of her catsuit. Her eyes fluttered open, greeted by the garish pink and crimson of a giant lingerie ad. "Oh, come the fuck on," she groaned, her voice hoarse and laced with irritation. The cold air nipped at her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She blinked, trying to make sense of her predicament, but the reality was as absurd as it was humiliating.
Panic flared as she tried to move, only to find her wrists and ankles securely fastened to the billboard with what felt suspiciously like webbing. Spider-Girl, that sanctimonious little twit. "This is so not how I planned my morning," she muttered, tugging futilely at her restraints. The sticky strands held firm, mocking her efforts with their unyielding grip. Her sharp green eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of her nemesis, but the rooftop was eerily empty.
Below, the morning rush hour was in full swing. Horns blared, engines roared, and a few early risers pointed and gawked. Felicia's cheeks burned as she realized the extent of her exposure. This was not how a world-class thief maintained her mystique. She cursed under her breath, her mind racing for a way out of this nightmare. The city’s cacophony seemed to amplify her humiliation, each honk and shout a reminder of her vulnerability.
The humiliation was only compounded by her attire - or lack thereof. Some kind of silky black skivvies that barely covered anything. "Seriously, Spider-Girl, what is this, amateur hour?" She spat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. The fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and she could feel the eyes of passersby on her. Her white hair whipped around her face as she struggled against the webbing, her frustration mounting with each passing second.
A sanitation worker paused, phone in hand, a leering grin spreading across his face. "Hey, kitty-cat! Need a hand?" Felicia's glare could have melted steel. "Get bent," she snarled, her voice dripping with venom. The man chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort, and she wished she could wipe that smug grin off his face. Her fingers twitched with the urge to claw at him, but the restraints held her fast.
The memory of the previous night flooded back: the heist, the cat's eye diamond, Spider-Girl's infuriatingly smug face, and that damn luck-reversal trick. "That little bitch," Felicia hissed, her green eyes narrowed. She had been so close to securing the diamond, her prize within reach, when Spider-Girl had appeared out of nowhere. The fight had been fierce, but Felicia’s luck had turned against her at the worst possible moment. Now, here she was, a spectacle for the entire city to see.
A sudden gust of wind threatened to rip the flimsy fabric covering her breasts. She shivered, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of modesty. "This is officially the worst day of my life," she declared, her voice strained with frustration. The cold air bit at her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and legs. She clenched her teeth, refusing to let the tears of humiliation well up in her eyes.
A billboard worker rappelled down from above, a toolbox strapped to his waist. "Alright, alright, what's all the commotion?" he grumbled, then his eyes landed on Felicia. His jaw dropped. "Holy shit," he muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief. Felicia’s patience snapped at his gawking expression. "Don’t just stand there gawking, asshole! Get me down!" she snapped, her voice laced with venom.
The worker fumbled with his tools, clearly flustered by her presence." He trailed off, eyeing her exposed skin with a mixture of curiosity and desire. Felicia’s temper flared at his insinuation. "Kinky shit?" she began, but he quickly interrupted. "Alright, alright! Just hold still!"
A beat-up sedan screeched to a halt below. A middle-aged woman in a floral dress stepped out, her mouth agape. "Oh, my stars! Harold, get the camera!" she exclaimed, pointing up at Felicia. Felicia groaned, burying her face in her hands. "This is a goddamn nightmare," she muttered under her breath. She could practically feel her reputation crumbling to dust with each flash of the camera.
The billboard worker finally managed to cut through one of the web lines. Felicia swayed precariously, her remaining restraints digging into her skin. "Hurry the fuck up!" she yelled, her voice sharp with urgency. The worker mumbled apologies as he worked to free her from the last strands of webbing. Felicia’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt the final snap of the web.
Just as he severed the last strand, a news helicopter appeared in the distance, its spotlight trained on her. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Felicia muttered, her voice filled with exasperation. The helicopter’s blades whipped the air around her as it drew closer, its camera undoubtedly capturing every detail of her humiliation. She shielded her face with her hands, but it was too late—the damage was done.
As the helicopter drew closer, and the billboard worker's eyes roamed over her body, a surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins. This wasn't just about humiliation anymore; it was about survival. She had to get out of here, and she had to make Spider-Girl pay. Her green eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as she surveyed the scene below. "This isn't over," she whispered, "not by a long shot."Felicia’s mind raced as she plotted her next move. Spider-Girl had humiliated her in the most public way possible, but Felicia wasn’t one to stay down for long. She would find a way to turn this around, to make Spider-Girl regret ever crossing her. The wind whipped around her as she stood on the edge of the billboard, her resolve hardening with each passing second.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself against the cold air and the chaos below. The city stretched out before her, a maze of opportunities and dangers waiting to be explored. Felicia’s lips curled into a sly smile as she prepared to make her escape. Spider-Girl might have won this round, but Felicia was far from defeated.
With a final glance at the billboard worker and the gawking crowd below, Felicia leaped from the edge. Her body arced through the air as she landed gracefully on a nearby rooftop. The city’s noise faded into the background as she disappeared into the shadows, her mind already working on her next move. Spider-Girl had made a powerful enemy today, and Felicia was determined to make her regret it.
As she moved silently across the rooftops, Felicia’s thoughts turned to revenge. She would find a way to strip Spider-Girl of her powers, to make her feel as vulnerable and exposed as she had felt this morning. The city’s lights blurred around her as she ran, her determination fueling every step. Spider-Girl had underestimated her once—she wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Felicia’s sharp green eyes scanned the horizon as she planned her next move. The memory of Spider-Girl’s smug face burned in her mind, fueling her desire for retribution. She would find a way to turn the tables, to make Spider-Girl pay for what she had done.