What Su Ming called "very intimate" was actually the physical contact between Black Cat and Spider-Man.
Under the cover of night, the two chased each other across the skyscrapers of New York City, fighting over a silver briefcase.
Black Cat clawed at Spider-Man's face, stomped on his toes with her high heels, and sneakily sliced through his belt. Every trick was meant to stop Peter from pursuing her, yet it looked more like a couple having a fight.
The scratching left bloody marks all over Spider-Man, and even his red-and-blue suit had become tattered. Yet Spider-Man did not hit her hard, or even use his fists or feet. Like Zhu Bajie going to fetch his bride, he merely tried to wrap his arms around her waist with clumsy movements.
Maybe his web-shooters were running low and he did not want to waste ammunition. Maybe Peter had some other plan. Either way, the so-called grappling techniques he had learned from wrestling matches on TV were clearly not very useful.
Still, when both sides were agility-based fighters, the chase became quite a spectacle—like parkour hundreds of meters above the ground.
Imagine a cat. She went wherever she pleased, head and tail held high with pride, never caring what anyone else said.
If people gave her something, she would gladly accept it. But if there was something she liked and they refused to give it to her, then she would do what she did best—quietly carry it off.
With nimble movements, she leaped across the gaps between high-rises. Her long legs wrapped in black leather stepped against Spider-Man in midair for leverage beneath the moonlight, and she landed steadily on the rooftop opposite as silvery laughter rang through the cold night.
It was impossible to tell whether she had a destination in mind