Webstreaking

A chill ran down both the Spider and Cat's spines as they swung across the city. There suits were evaporating more and more and there was nothing to stop the cold wind from slashing at their bare skin. The police had swarmed the Alchemax building by the time the pair had left, and it appeared the police chopper was the only one to see them. Fortunately it was not following the half naked heroes although that was only a small comfort. As they swung through the streets more and more of their costumes fell apart. The holes in Spiderman's suit were even bigger and he had gained new one's on his back, on his thigh, and on his chest right where his spider symbol had been. Meanwhile Black Cat wasn't fairing much better. She had lost her other boot, one of her gloves, and the left half of her mask. That last part was of particular concern to Spidey. If his mask disintegrated while he was webswinging his identity would be at risk. He might have to land ditch the remnants of his Spidey suit and streak back home as Peter Parker to secure his identity.

"How could this get worse?" Spidey asked.

"AAAAUUGH," a voice rang out from behind Spider-Man. He turned around to see Black Cat falling towards the ground.

"Guess that's a yes."

Spidey dived down towards Black Cat and caught her in his arms. He then thwipped up to a nearby building swinging them both away from the ground before they became street pizza. The pair swung by the street causing gasps from a few nearby pedestrians and honks from passing cars.

"What happened?" Spider-Man asked his beautiful frenemy.

"My gloves are gone," Black Cat said showing her bare arms, "And they took my grappling hooks with them."

"Oh Great. Lets hope my webshotters are stronger."

"Hopefully," Cat said wrapping her arms around his neck for support, "So where are we going."

"Well I was thinking my place unless you're staying somewhere closer then the West Village."

"Yeah lets head to my place its on the Upper East Side near Central Park."

"Can do."

Spidey shoot another web and turned north heading towards the Park. Central Park was much closer to Spidey's current location then his apartment. However as he swung (one handed since he was also holding Black Cat) something problematic happened.

"Aaaah," Black Cat moaned.

"W-what is it?" Spider-Man asked.

"Your hands are cold."

"What," Spidey asked. He then realized that the hand holding onto Black Cat no longer felt spandex but bare skin.

"Oh crap," Spidey exclaimed. Their suits were still disintegrating and as they did Spider-Man and Black Cats bare bodies rubbed up against each other. Spidey's heart began to race.

"You should probably speed up," Black Cat said with a blush.

"Yeah," Spidey weakly said voice cracking once again.