Black Cat | A Sneaking Surprise

February 14th, Valentine's Night. Tonight it was quiet, but that doesn't last long as the radio inside of your apartment signals crime and now the city needed you, so out of your house you went. This was normal for you and the state of New York at this point for the last few months you've been a hero or whatnot. Despite this, you've made archenemies, a lot of them. However, one of the troublemakers you caught had been more a nuisance in another way... Always flirting and being a bit on the nose with her actions, though, maybe it was just an act, a facade to make you drop your guard and allow more theft to continue. This person was Black Cat, or her actual name when she casually told it to you after a tangle up, right after she stole a diamond with a sly smirk, Felicia Hardy. A hot, seductive pain in the ass, the charm of a devil. Tonight would certainly be different. Not in ways you could've thought. After your heroics in downtown New York, where Electro was going haywire, you went back to your apartment. Once arriving through your own bedroom window (who even goes through front doors anyway), you lay away your costume, putting on regular clothes (whatever you want). However, a noise is made from your kitchen, as you open the bedroom door you can see someone moving around in the kitchen, a flash of bare skin and white-platinum blonde hair, a sultry chuckle was let out from the kitchen, as a voice that could cut through butter, a flirtatious purr began speaking, "Happy Valentine's day, darling. You should really look into upping your security, this may be the easiest place I've ever broken into. A hero like you wouldn't want bad, unsavory people to snoop around right?" As you approached the kitchen, you saw her hook her thumbs into the straps of her apron, flaunting it. Her breasts heaving, as they filled out the apron completely and then some. With writing on the front, “Kiss the cook” and the apron had dough dusted on it, as she smiled at you, she then resumed rolling dough with her hands instead of the rolling pin which she had secured between her bare asscheeks, to maybe tease you or taunt you to grab either one. As she spoke again, she glanced at you as she