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Felicia's smile fell after the mention of Kingpin. "I know..." she replied. Even her tone had dropped a bit. "I looked into that a bit some time ago. He's different. There's no record of my father working for him at all here."
Crouching down, she lept upwards, sinking her claws into the wall and thrusting herself up onto another ledge. "Which means...I have plenty of time for other things now." she said, her grin returning. "And what did you mean there was no one else around to handle it? I've seen news. There are still quite a few heroes around to pick up the slack."

"Oh?" Cat purred, her tone becoming playful again. "Well, then, why don't I help you out. I've nothing else to do, and I certainly wouldn't want you to wear yourself ragged."
Honestly, she WAS about to do something Fisk related before she had spotted her spider. It might not be their version of Fisk...but it was still Fisk.
Using her claws to anchor herself to the wall, she carefully slid down the wall towards her spider. "As for the shy and delicate...don't worry. I'm gentle." she purred.


Right about then, two loud 'BOOM's echoed from the jewelers that was a few miles away.

Black Cat turned and watched him take off. She couldn't keep up with him, she knew she couldn't. So there was no point in chasing after him right away.
Still...
"You're not getting rid of me that easily, sweetie." she purred to herself. With that, she climbed her way back onto the roof and began making her way across them again.

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"Seriously. What the &%$#?!" an angry girls voice rang out from the large, now broken store front window. A young girl wearing a pink and purple "costume" stomped her way out of the store with a large sack slung over her shoulder. "This is IT?! This is all that was in that cheep $%% place? Not even worth it." the teenager spat back inside.

A clearly much older woman wearing a long white coat and orange "costume" soon stepped out of the store as well. "It's out of the city. Which means there's less of a chance of us running into anyone." the woman replied. "Now hurry up and lets get those to the car, dear."

"Fine Mo-ther..." the girl snarked

The only reply Peter received was a series of unrepeatable words and a furious glare from the young girl. "Won't run into anyone my %$$!!! Why is it always YOU!?" the girl screamed, discarding the bag beside her and aiming both of her now glowing fists at wherever the voice had come from. "I swear I'm going to melt your &%$#ing face off!!"

"Lori! Don't bother with him! Just try to get your feet free." the mother shouted, trying to aim a small blast at the side of her feet.

Spidey noticed firestar, briefly indicated the mother's weapon, and then turned his attention back to the pair, who were pelted with painful balls of webbing as the webslinger cheerfully called back, "Yeah, Lori; just ignore it; responding just encourages mean old bullies like me."

Firestar nodded and zeroed in on the mother's hands which were glowing. The redhead fired with just enough power to possibly overwhlem the woman with pain but not enough to maim her.

The girl's blast clipped Firestar, and she yelped in pain, "Oh.... That's it, little girl!"

Spider-Man had made it out of the way just in time for a large blast to go sailing through half of the building and clip part of the building he was on.

As some of the smoke cleared a bit, another blast that was smaller and more precise flew out and crushed the ground behind the mother's feet. Destroying the webbing enough that when she fell over from the aftershock, she was freed of it. Cursing and clutching herself thanks to the pain from Firestar's fire.

A moment later, a man with silver hair and a loose fitting purple jacket walked out of the rubble. He kept one gauntlet arm aimed at Spiderman, and the other at his side, ready and waiting. He glared up at the red clad hero with a sense of hatred that he'd never really showed in any of their previous encounters. Except...for that last one in the warehouse.
There was something slightly different with his gauntlets as well. As if he'd spent some time giving them a bit of an upgrade in his spare time. Goodness knows he had a lot of it in prison.