The Amazing Spider-Stud: Webbing Women & Wrecking Homes

"Here's another gift for you, courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," the police officer read again, arriving a minute too late to witness that his work had already been completed for him, along with a note attached to the upside-down punk's webbing.

With irritation, he crumpled the paper and threw it into one of the numerous overflowing trash cans that so beautifully adorned the alley.

Gesturing to his men to bring him down and restrain him, he turned and headed back to his car to complete the paperwork.

Observing the situation, intrigued by the response of his nightly ally, Spider-Man leaned over the edge of the rooftop and sighed, realizing yet again that the police were more irritated by his vigilantism than relieved by it.

Nothing different, however, so he took his leave, not wishing to test his luck with time.

After a few quick strides and a bold jump off the edge, the recognizable *thwip* sound followed as a burst of scientifically engineered web fluid shot from his wrist, and the web slinger lived up to his title, leaving the police officer with just one fleeting view of him before he vanished into the night.

Even though he patrolled the city, combating crime and thwarting other costumed super-powered villains, onlookers enjoyed gazing upward as he soared above their beloved city, marveling at the elegance and finesse they could only catch in a fleeting glimpse.

He appreciated the way he could make a New Yorker, someone who had become weary of looking up, do it all again as if they were a tourist.

That lessened the impact of the scowl the police officer directed at him.

That night, there was no opportunity to unwind and de-stress; he had other commitments.

This evening was a truly significant occasion for him, as it marked his first wedding anniversary with Mary Jane.

He had already given her the gift, classy and costly, but it was meant to compensate for his inability to guarantee a romantic night out.

He took pleasure in her level of understanding, however, to that extent.

She acknowledged that marrying Spider-Man meant she wouldn't have a conventional husband, which she confessed, but she informed him that she gained a superior one as a result.

A grin formed beneath his mask as he fantasized about how ideal she was for him, and his momentary distraction almost led him to smash into a Times Square billboard window.

That was a near miss, he considered. The last thing I want is to crash directly onto the Virgin sign and have someone photograph it and feature it on the front page.

Another five minutes of swinging brought him close to his New York apartment when he suddenly heard a chilling alarm sound accompanied by approaching sirens.

Stopping his swing by resting on a building's ledge, alongside a gargoyle in observation, he noticed that the reason for this was a bank heist, and the culprit was fleeing just as he had arrived.

It was the dark feline. More of an annoyance than a threat, honestly, yet she was escaping with what appeared to be a stereotypical bag of cash.

He lowered his head after glancing at a big clock that faced the street, allowing himself an hour to return to Mary Jane while it was still technically their anniversary.

Concentrating intensely, he jumped off the rock and sprang into motion, quite literally.

He quickly caught up with the curvaceous cat burglar, yet her acrobatic abilities remained a challenge to contend with.

She had caught sight of the masked figure with a few selective looks over her shoulder, gazing out from her black mask that flattered her features.

The woman dressed in black leather with cascading ivory hair jumped repeatedly, yet Spider-Man continued to outjump her with his webs and greater agility.

Just as she was ready to take another leap off the building, a snag on her outstretched wrists caught her and pulled her back.

Wrist had been tied by the known web and a flow of it from there was directed back to good old Spider-Man.

Yeehaw! "Got you, buddy," teased the roping superhero, raising the web to dangle and twist around a pipe, allowing her to hang just a few inches above the ground, her back resting against the wall of the entrance that led up from inside the building.

Lowering himself into a position he often favored, he gazed into Black Cat's eyes with his large white orbs and grinned beneath the mask. "How often must we endure this, Cat?" he asked.

Her plump lips curved into a smirk, and her eyelids lowered slightly in a sultry way, embodying her seductive style to evade police capture once more, aided, no less, by her current captor.

"I suppose it will be until I receive a proper punishment." "Maybe a spanking would correct me?" she thought, pressing her lips together innocently and batting her eyelashes to match.

Her hips gently moved in a seductive manner, and the web crawler became captivated by her allure.

Brushing it aside and recalling his designated time frame, he swiftly bent down and grabbed the bag of cash that was secured to her waist.

"No, I believe remaining bound until the web falls apart will serve as a sufficient lesson for you, Cat," he negotiated.