"We came to an agreement..."

"Back in the Scorpion gear, huh, Mac? You know they say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results," Gwen yapped as her hit Gargan with a swinging kick. "Still, gotta give you some credit -- you're nothing if not persistent."

"The suit's gotten some upgrades, Ghost-Spider," Gargan spat back. "This time I'm gonna swat you like the insect you are."

Gwen rolled her eyes under the mask. "OK, seriously, this is getting annoying -- how many times do I have to say it? Spiders are *arachnids*," she said condescendingly. "Those are the things you learn in school, Mac. Maybe if you dingdongs went back there you wouldn't have to work for a lowlife like Fisk."

Scorpion grunted angrily, swinging his mechanical tail at Gwen in response. "Shut up! I don't need lessons from a runt like you."

Gwen was not impressed, and had no intention to stop running her mouth. "Clearly you do. Spiders. Are. Arachnids. Check the number of legs. It's pretty simple, really."

"And whaddaya call a Spider who has no legs? 'Cause I'm about to pull yours off," Scorpion retorted, lashing his tail wildly as Gwen deftly avoided the stinger at the end of it.

Gwen fired off some webbing, hitting Scorpion's tail and webbing it to a wall. "Pretty sure it's still an arachnid, Scorp. And there's no need to get so dark -- after all, this is only a dust up between two old pals, isn't it?"

Scorpion's tail broke the webbing far more quickly then Gwen had anticipated, but it still bought her enough time to hit Scorpion in the face with a well placed punch.

"Nggghh... I'm not your pal..." Gargan hissed as he staggered.

"Wow. OK, um, ouch," Gwen teased mockingly. "I know you're the Scorpion and all, but that really, really stung. What don't you like about me? Was it because I punched you in the face?"

"Grrraaaggghhh! I'll rip you apart!" Gargan roared, now flailing more violently than ever. As Gwen dodged the unfocused Scorpion's blows, she chuckled to herself -- even if this heist was a bust, she'd made Gargan cause plenty of property damage for Fisk. Even slightly pissing the Kingpin off was a victory in her book.

"Come on, buddy. What do I need to do to make us friends again? A nice gift basket?" Gwen yammered, successfully throwing Gargan off of his game. "Now that I think about it, I don't think I can afford that... but it's the thought that counts, right? Right?"

The pair kept battling, with Gwen dodging her larger opponent and smartly make the most of any opportunity she could find to hit back. During the fight, she noticed a cement mixer on site and made a note to turn it on when she found the opportunity.

Eventually, one of the Cats -- Gwen didn't know which -- popped up behind Gargan and gave Gwen the nod, telling her their job was done. Gwen gestured towards the churning cement mixer, and the Cat smirked. She immediately jumped on Scorpion's shoulders and covered his eyes.

"Guess who, Scorpy!" the Cat said smugly, taking the opportunity to rake Gargan's eyes before flipping away.

"Grrrrrgh. Damn Black Cat," Scorpion hissed, hands over his eyes. "I'm gonna make your little pal watch while I slowly tear you in two..."

Scorpion turned and began flailing his tail at the Cat. His vision now seriously impaired, he was completely unrestrained now, tail lashing everywhere -- Gwen looked around, thankful that nobody else was in the vicinity. Felicia and Felicity must have incapacitated any other hired guns in the area -- <i>I probably owe them,<i> Gwen thought to herself.

Once the Cat got into position, Gwen shot a webline at Scorpion. Before he could react, she swung him forcefully into the ground in front of the mixer, and Felicia opened the release, covering Scorpion with quick drying concrete. Once she felt he had been sufficiently restrained, Gwen motioned for the Cat to close the release; she then casually grabbed a nearby chisel and carved out an opening for Gargan's face; partially so he could breathe, and partially so she could mock him.

"Y'know, Scorps, it's kind of a shame," Gwen mocked the captive Gargan. "I was gonna ask if I could buy you a few beers after this. Y'know, try to mend our friendship. But it looks like you've got some pretty concrete plans for tonight, huh?"

"Gonna... break you... in--"

"Yeah, yeah, you already told me. Good god, you're repetitive." Gwen scoffed. "At any rate, I'll send you an apology card while you're in the raft. It'll be a really nice one, too -- you'll love it. I'll earn back your friendship somehow, buddy."

Gwen and the Cat then promptly swung away from the scene, content to let the police handle things from there. They'd been hunting for Gargan since his escape from the raft, and it was likely he'd be heading back there now. Gwen & Cat made their way to Gwen's apartment, where the group had agreed to stash the prototype equipment after the heist.

"Huh. Where's the other Cat?" Gwen asked, looking around. "Must've stashed the loot and left."

"We came to an agreement," the Cat smirked wickedly. "Since we just met, I get to know you better tonight."

"So you're Felicity, then," Gwen reasoned with a smile.

"That's right," Felicity confirmed. "But don't expect us to tell you which twin is which every time. Gotta keep you on your toes, detective."

Uh-oh, Gwen thought. These two are going to infuriate me to ****...

"And tomorrow night you've got a date with Felicia. Meet her at her place -- she'll be expecting you," Felicity instructed.

"Excuse me? A date?" Gwen asked, both confused and intrigued.

"We made a deal," Felicity explained, and obvious lust in her eyes. "I get you tonight, She gets you tomorrow. It'll be fun, sharing you with her..."

"Sharing me -- what?!" Gwen said, openmouthed. What were the Hardy twins planning?

"I know, I know... it'll be disappointing, going from spending the night with me to spending tomorrow night with her... but don't worry too much. I guarantee we'll be spending a lot more time together in the future," Felicity teased.

Gwen began to stammer, quickly opening her mouth to protest. "Wait, don't I get a say in--"

Felicity interrupted Gwen by kissing her deeply, and the pair tumbled to Gwen's couch. This is going to be an infuriating relationship, Gwen thought to herself. Should I really go through with this?

As the pair continued to make out and Gwen watched Felicity peel the skintight catsuit off of her body, revealing her spectacular nude form beneath it, the signals she was getting from her pussy made the answer to that question abundantly clear.

Maybe this would be frustrating, sure. But was it ever going to be fun.