They make it but have to use an 'alternative' entrance.

Peter and Felicia continued their streak trying their best to remain in step with one another as to not trick or drop their cover. Up ahead they saw a crossroads marking the halfway point of their journey. They were relieved to see it until the light changed right as they arrived and the road filling with cars. The unhappy heroes were **** to wait at a crosswalk and audibly squealed as they noticed other people gathering around them also waiting to cross. The streakers did their best not to make eye contact, staring at crossing sign waiting for it to change while their faces were burning crimson. Not far behind them, the couple heard several people whispering about them in amusement tones.

"Is this one of those living art pieces I've been hearing so much about."

"Maybe it's a protest or an ad."

"For what? The 'All we need is music, literally, tour?'"

"Well, whatever it is I'll tell you this. It's definitely turning them on."

The pair started quietly giggling and smiling awkwardly at that last comment. Both finding the idea of such a mortifying situation being arousing to be crazy, but unable to deny their sex drives were still boiling over. Soon, the signal changed, and our heroes charged forward as though they had heard a starting pistol. They passed more pedestrians and received similar reactions as the first street but this time they tried much harder to ignore them. Focusing only on getting to their destination and nothing else. Even when a car 'randomly' smashed into a lamppost after passing them by.

"He'll be fine," Felicia assured Peter trying to keep his heroic impulses from humiliating them further. "Look up ahead that's it."

Felicia motioned her head towards a large 50-story corner building half a block away on the opposite side of the street. Seeing it brought a tear to Peter's eye. Neither of them felt they could stomach standing at the crosswalk again, so the sexy streakers decided to wait for a gap in the flow of traffic and add jaywalking to their list of crimes that night. They made it three fourths of the way there when Peter's Spider Sense kicked in and stopped them from being pancaked by a speeding car with no intention of stopping. Fortunately, the taxi driver in the lane Peter and Felicia stopped in was far ****, hitting the breaks and stopping right in front of them its headlights shined against their bare bodies.

"Get a room, perverts!" The cabby yelled out the window.

"We're trying," The pair screamed back as the passed him by running to the sidewalk. The Asian tourists in the backseat said nothing but did snap a few pictures as souvenirs.

Finally, they were nearly there only one building separated them from salvation. Peter smiled, overjoyed this nightmare was about to be over. However, as he ran for the building's front entrance, Felicia planted her feet and brought them both to a stop. She then turned Peter to the left and forcing him to run down a damp alley behind the apartment building.

"Felicia?" Peter asked but she didn't answer instead the Cat drove the two of them behind a dumpster. Peter wasn't sure what was going on but complied crouching down behind the dumpster. After a few seconds of stillness, Felicia finally pulled away from Peter (which made him a little sad) and peaked out from behind the dumpster to survey the area before crouching down again.

"Ok coast is clear," she said through panted breaths. She was clearly tired from all the running and her adrenaline was going down.

"Yeah Great," Peter replied somewhat annoyed. "So why don't we head inside and go up to your apartment. You know where there's privacy. And Clothes!"

"Right, m-my apartment," Felicia said while coyly looking away. "About that."

Peter's eyes went wide. Knowing Black Cat well enough to instant understanding what she was getting at.

"Are you kidding me!" Peter exclaimed trying not to be too loud but getting shushed by Felicia anyway. "You don't have an apartment here?"

"Calm down, calm down." Felicia begged covering Peter's mouth "I DO have an apartment here I just don't OWN an apartment here."

"Oh, so you RENT it?" Peter said sarcastically after swiping away hand. He was fully aware of what Felicia was saying but wanting her to say it aloud anyway.

"No, it's more like," Felicia replied nervously playing with her platinum blonde hair. "I swing onto the balcony of a currently unoccupied room and pick the lock."

"Damn it, Felicia."

"Listen Spidey it's fine. I left the door open when I left for Alchemex. You just have to wall crawl us up to the 47th floor with me on your back and we'll be in the clear. It's a lock, I swear."

Peter facepalmed. "Why do you make this sound like you're gambling in a horse race."

"Come on Pete you got a better idea."

Peter sighed then stood up to check if the coast was clear for himself. Seeing no one around he motioned to Felicia to stand as well. "Fine I'll do it. Normally I'd never let you rope me in to one of your crimes but NOT sprinting back to my midtown apartment like this is a higher priority."

"Ahh, I knew I could get you to abandon your moral code for me, Spider." She said jokingly as she and Peter placed their cymbal cover on the dumpster not needing anymore, "And to think all I needed to do was give you an excuse to cling to my naked body."

"Cat," Peter said trying to be serious but also not making eye contact.

"You know," Felicia continued cocking her hips to the side and resting her hand on them. "I noticed your erection hasn't gone down yet."

Umm," Peter replied looking down. "And I see your vagina's dripping."

"Ah huh."

"And I do still owe you for covering my junk earlier."

"Yeah, you do big boy," Felicia smiled as she wrapped her arms around Peter's neck and gave him all long kiss. The feeling of her soft lips against his sent Peter crazy. He couldn't believe he was about to bang Black Cat in a dirty alley. They both probably would have preferred the bed in Felicia's ill-gotten apartment but neither thought they could wait that long.

Sadly, they would have to. For right when Peter grabbed two fistfuls of Black Cat's glorious ass and lifted her in the air for better insertion, the entire alleyway was painted in the blue and red lights of a police siren. The couple broke off their kiss and turned to see a police car had just pulled up next to the alley. They were unsure if it was a routine stop or if someone had actually called the cops on them either way, they're unparalleled levels of anxiety was only surpassed by their agitation at being stopped from finishing yet again.