Trapped like rats

Felicia felt her thighs start to burn as she scrambled forward through the cold metal of the vent shaft. She hadn't expected to do this much crawling and she was starting to feel the burn. Behind her Peter’s ragged breathing hot against her heels. Even with his superhuman body even he was starting to get tired out. They moved from narrow passage to narrow passage making much more noise then Felicia was professional comfortable with. Normally sneaking through a vent was a slow and quiet affair, but being trapped naked without a plan had left the dynamic duo of Black Cat and Spiderman a little more then panicked. They didn't even think of subtly as they barreled through the vent.

"There has to be a way out of here right!" Peter said in a panic. "These vents have to get air somewhere."

"It's recycled," Felicia sighed. "Like a freakin space shuttle. Keeps the building secure."

"Great so we can't leave, can't ask anyone for help, and can't even wear clothes!"

"Don't give up yes Spider. I've got one last trick.up my nonexistent sleeve. This way quick!"

Peter grunted as he followed her sweet ass down another corridor. Eventually they made it to a ventilation grate with light flicking through, the faint hum of machinery seeping through the slats.

"I need you up here." Felicia said turning back towards Pete.

"How?"

She smiled back at him. "Climb over me. Vent's tall enough here for us both."

Spidey hesitated for a second but ultimately capitulated. He trusted Felicia in here. This stuff was her domain after all. Black Cat laid herself flat so Peter had the room the crawl over her. He felt week in the knees as everything front the neck down brushed agains Felicia’s fine ass. The Cat purred in response. These were serious circumstances but neither of them could deny they were horny bastards. Now right on top of her Peter had the opportunity to gaze through the grate where he saw shelves of carboard boxes with letters thrown everywhere.

"A mailroom," Peter grimaced. "I dont think we can mail ourselves again in a cardboard box."

We aren't going out through with the mail." Felicia said brushing her white hair out her her face. "We're going out with the garbage."

"What?"

"The only other way out of here that doesn't involve fighting an army of security is the trash shoot. They are inexcessable from the outside so it wasn't an option for the infiltration, but they can be used for a quick get away assuming no one hits and alarm and shuts them down."

"And the garbage shoot is in the mailroom?"

"No, but the mailboys have Mantaniance IDs. We'll need one to open the shoot." I'll pick pocket one then we sneak to the shoot undetected." Felicia didn’t hesitate, driving her elbow into the weak hinge until the metal groaned inward, revealing the dim glow of the mailroom below. "Now would you help me?"

with a sigh Peter began slamming his own elbow into the vent. He wasn't sure he liked this plan but he didn't have a better one. With one last Spider Strength push the hatch was flung off its hinges and flung it across the room. He looked down at Felicia and the two smiled. At least until the duct starting aching.

"Oh No." The supercouple said in unison. Just because the vent was tall enough the two adults stacked on top of one another didn't mean it was strong enough too. Especially after banging on it several times. The vent snapped apart right in front of them, eccess weight causing their side to angle down and the naked pair to slide out screaming. They were sent tumbling into the mailroom in a tangle of limbs. Felica landed first since she was on the bottom. She gasped as her bare skin slapped against cold linoleum, Peter’s weight pressing her down for one breathless second before he rolled aside.

The mailroom was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of sorting machines, their mechanical hum drowning out the sharp hitch of Felicia’s breath. She nearly cried out in pain but Peter’s hand clamped over her mouth at first was pissed until she heard the door open.

"What the hell was that." A security guard voice rang out. Felicia’s eyes went wide. Pete's Spidey Sense must have caught him. However as a theif she should have known to keep her mouth shut regardless. Rookie mistake.

"Holy Shit looks like an Air Vent collapsed!" A new voice called out.

"Then we better secure the area and call maintainance."

"Do we have too?"

"Its protocol newbie now come on."

Spiderman hooked his other arm around Felcia's waist and drag them both behind a towering stack of parcel boxes. Peter’s grip tightened as the footsteps grew louder—three, maybe four guards fanning out between the sorting machines. Felicia’s pulse hammered against his palm where it still covered her mouth. Peter peeked over the pile trying to zero in on the guards location. If they didn't find a place to hide fast they were screwed. Felicia looked over and saw a massive cardboard box, big enough to house a grandfather clock, gaped open, half-filled with packing foam. It was perfect.

"Spider." She whispered pulling his hand away and pointing towards the massive box. Peter nodded and released her, their bodies moving in silent sync after insuring no guards were looking. Felicia’s bare foot slid first into the foam, the staticky cling of it biting at her skin as she laid down on her stomach. Peter followed, his chest pressing flush against her back, his knees bracketing her hips as he yanked the flaps down over them.

"This is insane." Pete whispered.

"We've been in worse positions before, right?" She whispered back.

"Yeah well at least back then we had pants on."

The foam clung to their sweat-slicked skin like a second layer as they held their breath, the crunch of boots stopping just inches from their hiding place. Felicia could feel Peter's heart hammering against her spine, his exhales hot and uneven against her shoulder blades as a flashlight beam glowed through the cardboard box. The naked heroes held their breath and weighted for the worst.

"Clear over here," a guard muttered, his voice muffled through the cardboard. The beam lingered for one agonizing second before sweeping away. Peter and Felicia didn't move. They waited until the footsteps faded ccompletely and the door to the mailroom slammed shut. The couple finally exhaled pulling their upper bodies out of the packing peanuts like a pod of whale breaching out of the ocean.

"Oh thank god." Felicia breathed, "couldn't take much more of that."

"What you don't like to cuddle?" Peter joked

"Maybe in silk sheet Spider." She smirked, "not Styrofoam."

Felicia's bare feet slapped against the cold linoleum as she emerged from the box, pulling out Peter alingside her. Static-charged packing foam still clinging to their bodies like grotesque lace. Peter swipped as many peanutsoff as he could while Felicia approached the front desk and grabbed a maintenance ID, looping the neck strap over her head and leading the badge rest between her cleavage.

"Ok," Felicia said confidently with hands on hips, showing it all off to Peter.

"Great soooo where's this shoot?" Peter asked. "I assume its close."

"Relatively" Felicia bit her lip. "If we used the vents again it would be easy but all things considered he might need a new route."

peter looked up at the destroyed shaft they had created. A section of vents still half connected and swinging melancholy in the air.

"I guess your right." Peter said suddenly feeling nervous. "But do we really have to streak through the facility like this."

"I'm...still working on that part?"

"Master thief indeed."

"Yeah I don't see you coming up with any better ideas." Felicia snapped at him.

Peter sighed. She had him there. Outside if being sticky he hadn't helped much in this heist. Well that was going to change. Peter placed a fist on his chin and started thinking. Putting his big brain to work. He turned his gaze away from Felicia’s bare breasts to help him concentrate

"Thats it!" He smiled joging past the Black Cat and towards stack of folded up boxes. Peter perused the stock until he found what he was looking for. Spiderman pulled out too large cardboard boxes and unfolded them. Felicia watched confused until she realize these boxes were roughtly torso sized.

"No," She gasped.

Pete simply shrugged. "I know I know beige isn't your color." He said handing her a box. "But it's the though the counts right."