I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

After making a comment, the black cat nimbly jumped down from the rooftop.

Her original plan was to do a job at a shady jewelry company, but now it seems that the plan will have to be put on hold for the time being.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure appearing in the darkness and then disappearing.

That's Peter?!

They could vaguely recognize Peter's black cat and immediately stopped in their tracks.

After hesitating for a moment, she turned around and chased after the other person.

Peter seemed to be holding something, which immediately piqued her curiosity.

Following Peter's figure, they tracked him down to a small alley.

As she continued walking, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from one side.

Usually, it's fallen leaves, drifting and struggling in the wind, scraping against the ground, and finally being nailed to the road by the rain.

The black cat had heard a similar sound before; the last time it was from a squirrel.

A gray, furry creature darted across a clearing, leaped up a tree, and wagged its tail at her, as if threatening her or warning the other squirrels to leave.

Shaking its head, the black cat banished these chaotic images from its mind.

She turned around and saw Peter standing behind her, holding an egg bigger than an ostrich egg.

"Are you here to help, Felicia?"

Peter asked the black cat, "Otherwise, why have you been following me for so long? Are you planning something bad?"

On Earth 616, after Peter ditched Dr. Minerva, he took this thing into his own world.

I never expected to be targeted by the black cat so soon after I arrived.

"Cats don't have any bad intentions. Most of the time they're just curious, although their curiosity has caused them a lot of trouble."

The black cat shrugged, its voice louder than the patter of rain, a small act of protest.

Did you steal an eagle's egg from its nest?

The black cat turned its gaze to the egg in Peter's hand and asked him a question.

"almost."

Peter felt the life pulsating inside the egg and said to the black cat, "The mother eagle will probably keep chasing me."

A low, roaring thunder came from the distant sky—like a tractor trailer crashing into a bump on an interstate highway—and the black cat's curiosity was immediately piqued.

"The rain is getting heavier, and I don't think now is a good time to act. Would you mind if I treated you to a meal?"

The black cat coughed and set its sights on the egg in Peter's hand.

Although I don't know what kind of egg it is.

But based on his experience as a master thief, this thing should be very valuable.

She could feel the strange, vigorous life force emanating from this thing.

Perhaps it's the egg of some magical creature?!

Peter looked up at the sky and accepted the black cat's invitation.

"of course."

cafes.

The radio is playing the latest news.

"The Fields baseball team hasn't been playing very well this year, but they're actually quietly building up their strength—"

"—Rain will continue to intensify over the next four days; we are on the edge of Tropical Storm Esmeralda—"

"A jazz anthology from Zechter, Mumbai, is now part of our global 'Café Sounds' program—"

The black cat looked absentmindedly at other parts of the cafe.

Someone left a half-eaten sandwich on the table, on a tray.

They didn't even bite it—they just cut it in half with a knife and left the other half lying there all alone.

She caught a glimpse of a piece of ham, like a tease, like a girl revealing a bit of her thigh.

Realizing that something was amiss with its thoughts, the black cat immediately blocked out these messy and unhealthy ideas.

"So, what are you going to do with those Spider-Men?"

The black cat asked Peter, who was enjoying a fast food meal.

"Let nature take its course."

Peter replied casually, taking a big bite of beef.

His previous battle with the main universe's Spider-Man had severely depleted his energy.

If he hadn't considered the potential value of the stolen egg, he would have eaten it long ago.

After all, this thing constantly exudes an aroma that attracts him.

"So what do you plan to do with your eggs?"

Peter picked up his coffee cup, thought for a moment, and said, "Could you call me a taxi?"

"taxi?"

The black cat looked at him in surprise, "You can move freely in the city, why do you need a car?"

"because."

Peter sighed softly. "I don't like swinging around in the rain, and what if I attract someone like you while carrying something so conspicuous?"

"Someone like me?"

The black cat narrowed its eyes, exuding a dangerous aura.

Are you saying I'm a bad guy?

Peter nodded dismissively. "Not exactly a bad person, but rather a woman with some ulterior motives."

He understood the personality of the woman, Black Cat.

The other party is an untamable wildcat, unlike her own Gwen, who is simple-minded.

After the black cat hailed a taxi for Peter, it said to him, "My malice is only used against others, not you, Peter."

She gave Peter a seductive look and moved closer. "We've known each other for a long time, haven't we?"

"jingle!"

Just as the black cat was about to launch another attack, a bell rang and the door opened.

A taxi driver shouted—it was really loud—"Hey, who booked a taxi?"

The black cat raised her hand and said, "It's me."

Fast forward a few minutes, and Peter and the black cat are sitting in the back of the taxi.

The rain pattered against the windshield.

The windshield wipers were moving back and forth, and since the driver hadn't turned on the radio, all Black Cat could hear was the sound of the wipers moving back and forth, clicking and swishing, and the rustling of the rain-soaked tires.

She pressed down the window and looked outside.

There was a chemical smell in the air, like an overdose of cheap shampoo, or perhaps the smell of Garnier shampoo used to clean the insides of dead opossums.

"What's that smell?"

"Huh?" the taxi driver asked, clearly having fallen under the road's hypnotic spell.

"This smell, this... chemical smell."

"Oh, that? Well, yes, I rarely smell that anymore. Sometimes it washes over the whole city, and I can feel its powerful presence, but most of the time I ignore it, you know?"

The driver told the two, "Recently, it's been said that large wild animals have been appearing in this area, and many pets and poultry have suffered. So the government sprayed some chemicals here, which seem to be working on the wild animals, although I don't think that stuff is of any use."

After hearing this, the black cat glanced at Peter.

She roughly guessed what kind of beast it was.

After getting off the car, the black cat followed Peter, looking at the villa in front of them that seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time.

Peter, who was standing in front of him, held the giant egg in his hand and took a step forward.

The rain gradually subsided at this point.

A rustling sound came from the bushes.

To the black cat's astonishment, the alien "queen" revealed her smooth head, then her entire body and strode toward Peter.

Watching the "Queen" interact affectionately with Peter, the black cat stood motionless in surprise.

The oppressive aura emanating from the alien made her feel quite threatened.

"So, the large animal the driver was talking about that caused harm to pets and poultry, is it your pet?"

The black cat asked Peter.

She suddenly remembered her lost pet—the little tiger.

She encountered this creature in the very place where her pet had gone missing.

Could it be that her "little tiger" was eaten by Peter's pet?!

The more she thought about it, the more likely the black cat seemed, and her mood immediately soured.

"It should be it."

Peter touched the "Queen's" smooth forehead and said to the black cat, "But it won't harm humans."

"Yes, but he ate a lot of pets, even my 'little tiger'."

The black cat crossed its arms and said, "Don't you want to compensate me a little, Peter?"

Peter's brow furrowed. "What kind of compensation do you want, Hardy?"

The black cat's pet cat was eaten by the "Queen," and he didn't argue.

His purpose in rushing here is to place the egg in this apartment and have the "Queen" look after it.