Black Cat stood poised on the edge of the rooftop, her eyes sparkling with mischief and determination. Her white hair fluttered around her like a halo, contrasting sharply with her sleek black suit. She glanced sideways at Mary Jane Watson, who stood a few feet away, her red hair catching the glow of the city lights.
"You think you can just waltz into his life and take him away?" Mary Jane challenged, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her emotions.
"Oh, darling," Black Cat replied with a playful smirk, "Spider-Man and I have a connection you wouldn't understand."
Mary Jane took a deep breath, her mind racing with memories of her times with Spider-Man. "It's not just about the connection," she said softly, "It's about trust and understanding."
Black Cat sighed, her playful demeanor shifting to something more sincere. "Perhaps you're right," she admitted, "But does he really know what he wants?"
Mary Jane nodded slowly, "Maybe that's something he needs to figure out himself."
Black Cat extended her hand, a rare gesture of camaraderie. "For now, let's give him the space he needs," she suggested.
Mary Jane shook her hand firmly, "Agreed. Let's see where his heart leads him."
The two women exchanged a final, understanding glance before departing, each leaving in opposite directions. Their footsteps echoed softly as they disappeared into the night, leaving only the whispering wind behind.
