Mary Jane Watson wraps her arms around herself, her red hair damp from the drizzle. She stares defiantly at Black Cat, who is perched elegantly on the ledge, her white hair gleaming and her costume shining in the neon glow.
"You think you’re the only one who truly understands him?"
Black Cat[/@ch_2] leaps down, boots landing softly on the wet stone.]
"I know more about his secrets than anyone. When he’s out there risking his life, it’s me he trusts to watch his back, not you."
Mary Jane steps closer, her voice trembling with emotion.
"He lets me in when he’s vulnerable, when he needs hope. That’s not something you can steal, no matter how many rooftops you haunt."
Black Cat clenches her fists, her tone softening despite herself.
"You don’t know what it’s like to fight beside him, feeling the adrenaline, knowing one slip could mean his end. Our bond is danger and desire."
Mary Jane lifts her chin, tears threatening to fall.
"And our bond is faith and forgiveness. I love the man behind the mask, not just the hero."
"So what does that mean for you and me?"
"It means we both love him, in ways he needs and fears. But only he can decide whose love he wants."
Black Cat smirks, stepping back into the shadows.
"For now, I’ll let you have your moment. But the night belongs to me."
Mary Jane watches her go, heart aching yet determined.
"And the morning belongs to hope."
She presses a hand to her chest, feeling the warmth of her love, tinged with uncertainty and resilience. Somewhere out there, Black Cat moves through the shadows, her heart equally restless. The city holds its breath, knowing that the web of love and rivalry remains strong—and that Spider-man, wherever he is, is at the center of it all.
