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Everything has its limits. Alessandra’s tummy would burst should she eat the slightest breadcrumb.
“Have some more, Ale. You are so skinny I can feel your bones.” Said Helena Flame in the manner and tone only a loving mother could. She pinched her young daughter’s side to prove her statement and was not met with any bone whatsoever, but a bit of chubby flesh filled with delicious food. Still, for the seasoned cook and witch it was not enough. Since when does a mother believe their offspring have had enough nourishment?
In normal circumstances, the heir to the magical family would have jumped in her seat due to the unexpected assault on her exposed yet sensitive tummy. However, the usual tiredness that comes from a copious dinner took the best of her.
“I can’t eat anymore. Besides, I should be careful with food unless I want to get fat.” Replied Alessandra, the young witch in training. “And stop touching me, it tickles!”
“Aw, but you are so cute when you laugh...” Said the attractive middle-aged woman back.
“Then tell me a joke. Being tickled day after day is getting old. When it’s not some of Nevermore’s plots, it’s a mixture of bad luck and coincidence, or the enemy it’s at home! Can’t I have a rest?” Complained the blue-haired girl who only wanted to lie down and digest her delicious yet numerous dinner.
“Madam Flame is not greatly versed in the arts of comedy. Let her humour you by using your young skin. Besides, to laugh is good for your health and helps keep one’s line in check.” Explained a wise bird guarding the duo from the altitude of a lamp at the top of the family kitchen.
“Nevermore is right, laugh and get fit!” Agreed the older woman scrabbling her fingers across the firm tummy that could not move because of the heaviness induced by the dinner.
“Nohohoho! What I should do is have lehehehes of your fohohohod!” Complained the girl unable to escape from her mother’s attack.
The later gasped in feigned surprise.
“You dare say you don’t like my cooking?” Without any warning she kneeled and pulled her daughter’s legs up in the air. “Off with your slippers, time to go for the kill!” Announced the woman smiling joyously.
Now, dear reader; let us ponder about a simple problem: What happens when an object whose mass has increased over what it is able to carry, suddenly moves at great speed without a proper axis of support? Let us think for a while.
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…
Exactly, it clumsily and painfully falls on the floor. Alessandra let trepidation govern her reactions and attempted to avoid her mother’s deliver unwanted care fit for a podiatrist with long nails tickling the soles of her feet. She lacked the luck to run into safety and stomped on the ground head first. The impact echoed in the entire house.
“Oh my! Ale, my dear, are you alright?” Asked the mesmerizing mother checking her daughter’s body in search of any major injury.
“I’m fine.” Replied the girl swallowing a tear. Both her body and pride hurt. “If you need me I’ll be at my room, revising the spells I’ve learned today.” She added aphetically.
Two pairs of eyes followed the girl’s frame climbing the stairs to her chamber.
“Nevermore?” Helena mentioned her familiar’s name in what by no means was an enquiry, but a command.
“What it is that you wish, madam?” Replied the bird, eager to please her.
“Our little girl is feeling a tad blue. Try to cheer her up.” She aimed her eyes at her servant and gave him a smile hiding a secret meaning. “And no funny businesses or I feel like trying that Spanish dish called paella. It goes well with chicken, but alas, we have none of that. Do you know where in the world I could get a substitutive?”

She had claimed she would revise, but Alessandra did not feel like it. She merely lay on her bed staring at the ceiling as if in the middle of a trance, being one with the comfortable sheets.
“Leave me alone.” Said the girl upon hearing the familiar noise of wings flapping.
“Such a cold way to receive an old friend. Especially one who wishes to provide aid.” Nevermore’s voice was heard next to the girl’s right ear.
“I’m not in the mood for your silly games.” Replied the bluenette faintly glancing at him.
“And are you in the mood to check the floor’s durability one day after another?” Questioned the bird sardonically.
“Look, the least I want is you to mock me and…” The girl rolled over and got ready to grab the animal, rip the feathers at its tails and make a fan out of them. Nevermore was faster.
To her surprised purple eyes, the familiar flew towards the girl’s desk, muttered a series of words Alessandra was not familiar with and kicked the girl’s most precious gifts, a bottle of perfume shaped like crystal rose given by her supernatural friend Elisabeth, towards the edge of the piece of furniture. It was destined to hit the floor and break.
Despite everything happening in a flash, time seemed to stop for Alessandra. Her heart forgot how to beat when she saw the delicate handiwork about to obliterate. However, it did not happen. Quite the contrary, it reversed its trajectory back to the desk, as if nothing had happened. The only difference being that the liquid within had decreased slightly in volume.
“What kind of spell was that?!” Asked the baffled witch in training crawling towards the desk in order to examine the present. It was untouched.
“It is simply a somehow advanced technique used to alter the flow of gravity around an object or being, oneself included. The basis is similar to how your broom allows you to fly. I considered you would be interested in learning it, since a ‘force field’ would surround you whenever you trip, which happens in an alarming regularity, and put you back on your feet. Feet that, if I must add, have been a while since the last time I saw them meet the end of a feather while…”
“Teach me how to do it!” Begged the girl paying no heed to the last insinuation.
“You would know that nothing is free.” Said the bird slyly.
“Figures. What do you want?” Pressed the girl staring directly at the familiar.
“A set of pictures starring you as you came to the world…” Incriminating redness appeared in the bird’s feathery cheeks.
“No.” Stated the girl bluntly.
“Then one of your blooming breasts…” Nevermore would not give up.
“No.” Alessandra was adamant.
“Of your…” The bid was not known for giving up.
“A videogame, but one that’s on sale at the thing called vapour or something. I’ll ask Eria about it so you don’t scam me. Deal?” Offered the girl suggesting they should shake hand and wing to set the deal.
“It is better than nothing.” Nevermore finally accepted the bargain.

Theory was easy for Alessandra, practice, on the other hand…
“Now the most important part comes: the enchantment. You must memorise these words and say them exactly as I do. Any mispronouncing or alteration in the tempo would lead to unwanted consequences.” As If Alessandra did not know. How many times she had met ticklish perils due to a mishap while Nevermore took notice of every detail? “Ready? These are the words:
Lla liah rorepme Nitup, s’ereth sdrazil ni ym stnap!

Understood? Now nod if you acknowledge this as feasible.” The girl did. “Perfect, now repeat the words.”
Alessandra closed her eyes, focused on her breathing and heartbeat and channelled magic through all of her being. The power tingled under her skin and when she was sure she could direct the energy in her hands, she pronounced the words.
Nothing seemed to happen.
The girl looked inquisitively at the bird, longing for an explanation. The later simply shrugged its shoulders.
“Did it work? Only one way to prove it!” Alessandra stood on her feet and let her legs lose all power to support her. The floor approached fast at her as she fell but she was not afraid, the spell would protect her.
The bombing noise of her face hitting the wooden floor said otherwise. Needless to say she was angry at Nevermore.
“It didn’t work, you useless bird! And… I’m so tired…” She could not stand up without using her bed as support.
“I am afraid that is the case. However, some magic has taken place as the secondary effects from the spell are present.” Explained Nevermore.
“What effects?” The girl yawned, for some reason her bed seemed extra comfortable the more she spoke.
“The spell extracts some energy from the caster. In this case it is leeching more than it should without us knowing the purpose. My advice is for you to rest for a while and wait for it to recede.” When he put his mind to it, Nevermore could almost seem to be wise.
“How long will it take?” Alessandra was already over her bed, she nearly fell on it, stumbling in the process over a pile of comics, series in DVD and Blu-ray and some videogames her friend Eria had lent her not long ago.
“Hard to know: it could take a minute of more than two months. It really depends. Now the cat is out of the bag. But wasting time is bound to burn you out. Nonetheless, face the problem head on. Do not hide under a mask or dwell in the shadows. Covering from them would not help either. Because you might end up questioning reality only left with a fake sense of justice. At least try to balance your grumpyness with a positive attitude."
Alessandra did not know what the bird was talking about. She wanted to sleep, nothing more, nothing less. Her drowsy eyes glanced at the heap of borrowed goods with regret.
“Ah, I folded some of the comics. I have to apologise to Eria…” She thought bitterly. One of the works of fictions stuck over the rest, it was an issue of a group composed of mutant superheroes. “House of M…” Thought the girl remembering the name from the collection. A specific page was in her direct field of vision, it showed a single panel starring a character Alessandra had gotten fond of. “Scarlet Witch… I wish I was like her. Her spells never fail. Not like me, who I’m so useless…” Those were the last words she recalled before falling into a most strange, yet vivid dream.

This was the best dream ever! It felt absurdly realistic: from the lights in the metropolis she did not know late at night, to the gentle cold wind grazing her skin, to the rush of adrenaline and the weight of her bag full of goods she had had the thoughtfulness of having their owners not needing to worry about anymore. What use is a jewel if you are only going to have it in a safe? Those are expensive. But in Angel’s sack, no one would not have to worry about keeping them safe.
In normal circumstances, the sly catgirl would not have been this reckless. But a dream was a dream!
“I can do all I want. With the monya from these jewels I’ll eat four cheeseburgers and two milkshakes. No nyad to worry about getting fat, if anything it’ll work my appetite when I get up, nya!” Thought the bi-coloured girl joyfully jumping at a building in process of being made.
However, just when a dream gets the most interesting, something usually happens; in this case a strong pull turned Angel’s world upside down. Actually, it was her in discordance with the world, not the other way around. She was about to ask the reason her gravity going on a strike for her when a voice startled her coming out of nowhere.
“So the cat was caught by the spider who claimed would catch it. How ironic!” A red mask appearing in her field of vision took the girl by surprise. “I thought we have gone over this. Can’t you just be a good girl and…” Angel knew the design was familiar.
“Spidermeow?! This dream keeps getting better and better!” She looked down, which translated in up for the rest of mortals to see her body dangling from her left ankle, which was trapped by a sturdy sticky web. Another person would be worried to find themselves in such ordeal. Angel, on the contrary, grew more excited.
Not minding the night’s cold air caressing the skin of her foot, since she was used to walk barefoot; Angel pulled until a white boot she never remembered putting on gave down and let her fall on the ground. Cats always fall on their fours and she was no exception.
“Oh my Maru, I’m one of your biggest fans!” This time it was Angel’s turn to surprise a man taller than her donned in blue and red tights. “Can I have your nyautograph?”
“Oh no, we are not going through that creepy stalker fan phase again, Felicia.” The man gently shoved the girl away from her embrace whilst making her frown at him pronouncing a strange name.
“Felicia?” Her ears got pointy, evident signal she was excited. “Since I’m a cat girl you though I was Black Cat? This is so cool! BEST DREAM NYEVER!” Without a warning she grabbed the man by his hand. “Say Spidey, why don’t we go fight some bad guys? I don’t know how long I have before I wake up from this dream. So let’s make the best of it, nya!” Against all odds, the bright-coloured figure got free from her grasp not extent of some rudeness.
“I don’t know what games you are trying now. But I don’t like being taken by a fool. That’s my specialty, to make jokes at criminals’ expense. And here I thought you had reformed. You promised me. But I can see old habits don’t die.” His voice carried disappointment as he signalled to Angel’s bag. “Now let’s return these to where they belong and I’ll give a blind eye. If not…”
“Angel kick!” The girl suddenly yelled delivering her most iconic attack: a well-aimed bout to any enemy’s groin. A pity a low blow such as that would never work in a man with the proportional reflexes of a spider. Angel’s geekyness made this dream version of the superhero far too realistic for her taste.
However, she had no time to waste. She was not going to spend the rest of her dream in jail. She spun on her heels, one bare, and prepared to jump across the big city’s buildings with the superhero trailing behind.
Or so she thought. An array of well aimed web-shots hit her body before she could run around. Thighs and calves were tied together by an almost unbreakable substance, making her lose balance. The same moment her back hit the floor, another strand of web plastered her to the ground. She was not going anywhere, no matter how much she kicked.
“Nyet me go, this isn’t the way to treat a lady!” Complained Angel clawing at the web holding her down. She could not help but gasp when another shot tied her wrists together with enough force to pull them back behind her head.
“Could you cut the meowing out? It get’s old so easy.” Said Spiderman, rolling his eyes? It was hard to decipher the expression of a man hidden behind a mask.
“Nyever! This is my dream, I can do all I want! Now I’ll just focus and… I’ll summon Venom! If you don’t want to fight him let me go now!” Threatened the girl smiling deviously.

Spiderman was confused beyond words. Felicia had been acting strange. If his eyes were not showing the luscious figures he once desired and shared passionate moments with, he would not believe the one fighting against his indestructible web was the sensual platinum blonde.
There were far more elements out of place that bothered the human spider. For starters, Felicia had promised him she would not steal again. Not that her promises were famous for her capacity to be true to them, but there was something urging to believe in her this time. Secondly, the way she spoke was unnatural, as if there was a different person inside of her. And lastly, mentioning one of his most dangerous enemies? Definitively something was going on, and Spidey was determined to get to the bottom of it.
“Okay, Felicia, spill the beans, what’s going on? Has any of my enemies brainwashed you? The Goblin, Mysterio perhaps?” Enquired the hero kneeling next to the woman.
“I’m not listening to you. I’m thinking hard about Venom, he’s going to appear any second now!” Felicia was adamant in keeping her threat.
He sighed, direct questions would not work and his usual methods to gather information were quite efficient for his liking to use on someone who was an important part of his life. If only there was a way to elicit responses from her…
His eyes got notice of the pale bare foot that flailed around with the cat’s futile attempts of escape and smiled. If memory did not fail there was one thing this kitten did not like: to be pat on her paws.
Without a warning he hung upside down from a beam above them, shot a cord of web towards the woman’s ankles and pulled until his face met the soles of her uneven bared feet.
“What are you doing?” Felicia left aside her strange ‘summoning’ displaying concern in her eyes.
“Nothing, just remembering old times.” Spiderman easily pulled at the only boot donned, having not one, but two charming bare soles at mere inches of his face. “I recall you were very ticklish down here. Let’s make a deal: you tell me what’s going on and I let you go. You don’t, I tickle you. Easy? What do you say?”
“You can’t tickle me! This is meow dream! I’m the one in control, nya!” Replied Felicia.
“Crazy responses count as a no. Let hear you laugh.” No further talking was needed. Spiderman paid no heed to his catch’s nonsensical threats at first, nor to her pleas later on. He dragged his fingers across the soft skin of feet that wriggled savagely trying to avoid the contact.
“I would talk soon if you were you.” Informed Spiderman. “I’ve only tickled you for half a minute and you are already breathless.” He was not lying, Black Cat showed a deplorable state, far worse than how she would look after a fight against the Scorpion. “No? One advice: I would stay still if I were you. My spider-sense tells me where you are going to move your feet next and since we are going to spend a long time here, you’d better spend all your energies in laughter. Now, how was that old game kids play?” He pretended to stroke his chin, mockingly. “I know! This little kitty…” He fondled the biggest toe in the woman’s right foot giving deaf ears to her hysteric howls.

Spider-sense is a miraculous gift. However, unless Spider-man, also known as Peter Parker, is in direct harm it would not work. Consequently, it did not activate upon the spy camera that was covering all of his very moves and the woman’s reactions to his playfully, yet decided, fingers playing with her gorgeous soles.
“Excellent, simply excellent!” Muttered a strange figure watching over the duo. A mysterious individual with mechanical arms Spiderman was familiar with. And yet, should they met again, the hero in bright colours would feel displacement on his nemesis. Could it be due to the excess of dark feathers over his body?
To be continued

First of a series of bundles for , the "out of place" saga. Starring 11 original characters who will be in places and situations they don't usually belong. Here we have Codri's Angel in the shoes of Black Cat from Marvel comics. Did I say shoes? She's wearing none of that and the wallcrawler is taking advantage of that, like it or not for our little kitty. Expect a connected story for a total of eleven pictures that, if everything goes well, will appear once a week.

Angel and the majority of characters are copyrighted by
Black Cat, Spideman an others are copyrighted by Marvel.
Eria (mentioned) is copyrighted by

Funfacts:
-Initially, Spiderman wasn't going to appear in the picture, but I realised Angel's body was small and left most blank space. Instead of erains and drawing again I added an extra panel.
-Between Codri and I, we used the term "Black Angel" to refer to this crossover. Until I showed him a literal Black Angel!
-As Codri wanted, there's lot of geek references. One in particular is so obscure that whoever finds it will get a free doodle during an streaming!
-Spiderman's great, but Spuderman is better www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-CFUX…

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Everything has its limits. Alessandra’s tummy would burst should she eat the slightest breadcrumb.
“Have some more, Ale. You are so skinny I can feel your bones.” Said Helena Flame in the manner and tone only a loving mother could. She pinched her young daughter’s side to prove her statement and was not met with any bone whatsoever, but a bit of chubby flesh filled with delicious food. Still, for the seasoned cook and witch it was not enough. Since when does a mother believe their offspring have had enough nourishment?
In normal circumstances, the heir to the magical family would have jumped in her seat due to the unexpected assault on her exposed yet sensitive tummy. However, the usual tiredness that comes from a copious dinner took the best of her.
“I can’t eat anymore. Besides, I should be careful with food unless I want to get fat.” Replied Alessandra, the young witch in training. “And stop touching me, it tickles!”
“Aw, but you are so cute when you laugh...” Said the attractive middle-aged woman back.
“Then tell me a joke. Being tickled day after day is getting old. When it’s not some of Nevermore’s plots, it’s a mixture of bad luck and coincidence, or the enemy it’s at home! Can’t I have a rest?” Complained the blue-haired girl who only wanted to lie down and digest her delicious yet numerous dinner.
“Madam Flame is not greatly versed in the arts of comedy. Let her humour you by using your young skin. Besides, to laugh is good for your health and helps keep one’s line in check.” Explained a wise bird guarding the duo from the altitude of a lamp at the top of the family kitchen.
“Nevermore is right, laugh and get fit!” Agreed the older woman scrabbling her fingers across the firm tummy that could not move because of the heaviness induced by the dinner.
“Nohohoho! What I should do is have lehehehes of your fohohohod!” Complained the girl unable to escape from her mother’s attack.
The later gasped in feigned surprise.
“You dare say you don’t like my cooking?” Without any warning she kneeled and pulled her daughter’s legs up in the air. “Off with your slippers, time to go for the kill!” Announced the woman smiling joyously.
Now, dear reader; let us ponder about a simple problem: What happens when an object whose mass has increased over what it is able to carry, suddenly moves at great speed without a proper axis of support? Let us think for a while.
.
..
…
Exactly, it clumsily and painfully falls on the floor. Alessandra let trepidation govern her reactions and attempted to avoid her mother’s deliver unwanted care fit for a podiatrist with long nails tickling the soles of her feet. She lacked the luck to run into safety and stomped on the ground head first. The impact echoed in the entire house.
“Oh my! Ale, my dear, are you alright?” Asked the mesmerizing mother checking her daughter’s body in search of any major injury.
“I’m fine.” Replied the girl swallowing a tear. Both her body and pride hurt. “If you need me I’ll be at my room, revising the spells I’ve learned today.” She added aphetically.
Two pairs of eyes followed the girl’s frame climbing the stairs to her chamber.
“Nevermore?” Helena mentioned her familiar’s name in what by no means was an enquiry, but a command.
“What it is that you wish, madam?” Replied the bird, eager to please her.
“Our little girl is feeling a tad blue. Try to cheer her up.” She aimed her eyes at her servant and gave him a smile hiding a secret meaning. “And no funny businesses or I feel like trying that Spanish dish called paella. It goes well with chicken, but alas, we have none of that. Do you know where in the world I could get a substitutive?”

She had claimed she would revise, but Alessandra did not feel like it. She merely lay on her bed staring at the ceiling as if in the middle of a trance, being one with the comfortable sheets.
“Leave me alone.” Said the girl upon hearing the familiar noise of wings flapping.
“Such a cold way to receive an old friend. Especially one who wishes to provide aid.” Nevermore’s voice was heard next to the girl’s right ear.
“I’m not in the mood for your silly games.” Replied the bluenette faintly glancing at him.
“And are you in the mood to check the floor’s durability one day after another?” Questioned the bird sardonically.
“Look, the least I want is you to mock me and…” The girl rolled over and got ready to grab the animal, rip the feathers at its tails and make a fan out of them. Nevermore was faster.
To her surprised purple eyes, the familiar flew towards the girl’s desk, muttered a series of words Alessandra was not familiar with and kicked the girl’s most precious gifts, a bottle of perfume shaped like crystal rose given by her supernatural friend Elisabeth, towards the edge of the piece of furniture. It was destined to hit the floor and break.
Despite everything happening in a flash, time seemed to stop for Alessandra. Her heart forgot how to beat when she saw the delicate handiwork about to obliterate. However, it did not happen. Quite the contrary, it reversed its trajectory back to the desk, as if nothing had happened. The only difference being that the liquid within had decreased slightly in volume.
“What kind of spell was that?!” Asked the baffled witch in training crawling towards the desk in order to examine the present. It was untouched.
“It is simply a somehow advanced technique used to alter the flow of gravity around an object or being, oneself included. The basis is similar to how your broom allows you to fly. I considered you would be interested in learning it, since a ‘force field’ would surround you whenever you trip, which happens in an alarming regularity, and put you back on your feet. Feet that, if I must add, have been a while since the last time I saw them meet the end of a feather while…”
“Teach me how to do it!” Begged the girl paying no heed to the last insinuation.
“You would know that nothing is free.” Said the bird slyly.
“Figures. What do you want?” Pressed the girl staring directly at the familiar.
“A set of pictures starring you as you came to the world…” Incriminating redness appeared in the bird’s feathery cheeks.
“No.” Stated the girl bluntly.
“Then one of your blooming breasts…” Nevermore would not give up.
“No.” Alessandra was adamant.
“Of your…” The bid was not known for giving up.
“A videogame, but one that’s on sale at the thing called vapour or something. I’ll ask Eria about it so you don’t scam me. Deal?” Offered the girl suggesting they should shake hand and wing to set the deal.
“It is better than nothing.” Nevermore finally accepted the bargain.

Theory was easy for Alessandra, practice, on the other hand…
“Now the most important part comes: the enchantment. You must memorise these words and say them exactly as I do. Any mispronouncing or alteration in the tempo would lead to unwanted consequences.” As If Alessandra did not know. How many times she had met ticklish perils due to a mishap while Nevermore took notice of every detail? “Ready? These are the words:
Lla liah rorepme Nitup, s’ereth sdrazil ni ym stnap!

Understood? Now nod if you acknowledge this as feasible.” The girl did. “Perfect, now repeat the words.”
Alessandra closed her eyes, focused on her breathing and heartbeat and channelled magic through all of her being. The power tingled under her skin and when she was sure she could direct the energy in her hands, she pronounced the words.
Nothing seemed to happen.
The girl looked inquisitively at the bird, longing for an explanation. The later simply shrugged its shoulders.
“Did it work? Only one way to prove it!” Alessandra stood on her feet and let her legs lose all power to support her. The floor approached fast at her as she fell but she was not afraid, the spell would protect her.
The bombing noise of her face hitting the wooden floor said otherwise. Needless to say she was angry at Nevermore.
“It didn’t work, you useless bird! And… I’m so tired…” She could not stand up without using her bed as support.
“I am afraid that is the case. However, some magic has taken place as the secondary effects from the spell are present.” Explained Nevermore.
“What effects?” The girl yawned, for some reason her bed seemed extra comfortable the more she spoke.
“The spell extracts some energy from the caster. In this case it is leeching more than it should without us knowing the purpose. My advice is for you to rest for a while and wait for it to recede.” When he put his mind to it, Nevermore could almost seem to be wise.
“How long will it take?” Alessandra was already over her bed, she nearly fell on it, stumbling in the process over a pile of comics, series in DVD and Blu-ray and some videogames her friend Eria had lent her not long ago.
“Hard to know: it could take a minute of more than two months. It really depends. Now the cat is out of the bag. But wasting time is bound to burn you out. Nonetheless, face the problem head on. Do not hide under a mask or dwell in the shadows. Covering from them would not help either. Because you might end up questioning reality only left with a fake sense of justice. At least try to balance your grumpyness with a positive attitude."
Alessandra did not know what the bird was talking about. She wanted to sleep, nothing more, nothing less. Her drowsy eyes glanced at the heap of borrowed goods with regret.
“Ah, I folded some of the comics. I have to apologise to Eria…” She thought bitterly. One of the works of fictions stuck over the rest, it was an issue of a group composed of mutant superheroes. “House of M…” Thought the girl remembering the name from the collection. A specific page was in her direct field of vision, it showed a single panel starring a character Alessandra had gotten fond of. “Scarlet Witch… I wish I was like her. Her spells never fail. Not like me, who I’m so useless…” Those were the last words she recalled before falling into a most strange, yet vivid dream.

This was the best dream ever! It felt absurdly realistic: from the lights in the metropolis she did not know late at night, to the gentle cold wind grazing her skin, to the rush of adrenaline and the weight of her bag full of goods she had had the thoughtfulness of having their owners not needing to worry about anymore. What use is a jewel if you are only going to have it in a safe? Those are expensive. But in Angel’s sack, no one would not have to worry about keeping them safe.
In normal circumstances, the sly catgirl would not have been this reckless. But a dream was a dream!
“I can do all I want. With the monya from these jewels I’ll eat four cheeseburgers and two milkshakes. No nyad to worry about getting fat, if anything it’ll work my appetite when I get up, nya!” Thought the bi-coloured girl joyfully jumping at a building in process of being made.
However, just when a dream gets the most interesting, something usually happens; in this case a strong pull turned Angel’s world upside down. Actually, it was her in discordance with the world, not the other way around. She was about to ask the reason her gravity going on a strike for her when a voice startled her coming out of nowhere.
“So the cat was caught by the spider who claimed would catch it. How ironic!” A red mask appearing in her field of vision took the girl by surprise. “I thought we have gone over this. Can’t you just be a good girl and…” Angel knew the design was familiar.
“Spidermeow?! This dream keeps getting better and better!” She looked down, which translated in up for the rest of mortals to see her body dangling from her left ankle, which was trapped by a sturdy sticky web. Another person would be worried to find themselves in such ordeal. Angel, on the contrary, grew more excited.
Not minding the night’s cold air caressing the skin of her foot, since she was used to walk barefoot; Angel pulled until a white boot she never remembered putting on gave down and let her fall on the ground. Cats always fall on their fours and she was no exception.
“Oh my Maru, I’m one of your biggest fans!” This time it was Angel’s turn to surprise a man taller than her donned in blue and red tights. “Can I have your nyautograph?”
“Oh no, we are not going through that creepy stalker fan phase again, Felicia.” The man gently shoved the girl away from her embrace whilst making her frown at him pronouncing a strange name.
“Felicia?” Her ears got pointy, evident signal she was excited. “Since I’m a cat girl you though I was Black Cat? This is so cool! BEST DREAM NYEVER!” Without a warning she grabbed the man by his hand. “Say Spidey, why don’t we go fight some bad guys? I don’t know how long I have before I wake up from this dream. So let’s make the best of it, nya!” Against all odds, the bright-coloured figure got free from her grasp not extent of some rudeness.
“I don’t know what games you are trying now. But I don’t like being taken by a fool. That’s my specialty, to make jokes at criminals’ expense. And here I thought you had reformed. You promised me. But I can see old habits don’t die.” His voice carried disappointment as he signalled to Angel’s bag. “Now let’s return these to where they belong and I’ll give a blind eye. If not…”
“Angel kick!” The girl suddenly yelled delivering her most iconic attack: a well-aimed bout to any enemy’s groin. A pity a low blow such as that would never work in a man with the proportional reflexes of a spider. Angel’s geekyness made this dream version of the superhero far too realistic for her taste.
However, she had no time to waste. She was not going to spend the rest of her dream in jail. She spun on her heels, one bare, and prepared to jump across the big city’s buildings with the superhero trailing behind.
Or so she thought. An array of well aimed web-shots hit her body before she could run around. Thighs and calves were tied together by an almost unbreakable substance, making her lose balance. The same moment her back hit the floor, another strand of web plastered her to the ground. She was not going anywhere, no matter how much she kicked.
“Nyet me go, this isn’t the way to treat a lady!” Complained Angel clawing at the web holding her down. She could not help but gasp when another shot tied her wrists together with enough force to pull them back behind her head.
“Could you cut the meowing out? It get’s old so easy.” Said Spiderman, rolling his eyes? It was hard to decipher the expression of a man hidden behind a mask.
“Nyever! This is my dream, I can do all I want! Now I’ll just focus and… I’ll summon Venom! If you don’t want to fight him let me go now!” Threatened the girl smiling deviously.

Spiderman was confused beyond words. Felicia had been acting strange. If his eyes were not showing the luscious figures he once desired and shared passionate moments with, he would not believe the one fighting against his indestructible web was the sensual platinum blonde.
There were far more elements out of place that bothered the human spider. For starters, Felicia had promised him she would not steal again. Not that her promises were famous for her capacity to be true to them, but there was something urging to believe in her this time. Secondly, the way she spoke was unnatural, as if there was a different person inside of her. And lastly, mentioning one of his most dangerous enemies? Definitively something was going on, and Spidey was determined to get to the bottom of it.
“Okay, Felicia, spill the beans, what’s going on? Has any of my enemies brainwashed you? The Goblin, Mysterio perhaps?” Enquired the hero kneeling next to the woman.
“I’m not listening to you. I’m thinking hard about Venom, he’s going to appear any second now!” Felicia was adamant in keeping her threat.
He sighed, direct questions would not work and his usual methods to gather information were quite efficient for his liking to use on someone who was an important part of his life. If only there was a way to elicit responses from her…
His eyes got notice of the pale bare foot that flailed around with the cat’s futile attempts of escape and smiled. If memory did not fail there was one thing this kitten did not like: to be pat on her paws.
Without a warning he hung upside down from a beam above them, shot a cord of web towards the woman’s ankles and pulled until his face met the soles of her uneven bared feet.
“What are you doing?” Felicia left aside her strange ‘summoning’ displaying concern in her eyes.
“Nothing, just remembering old times.” Spiderman easily pulled at the only boot donned, having not one, but two charming bare soles at mere inches of his face. “I recall you were very ticklish down here. Let’s make a deal: you tell me what’s going on and I let you go. You don’t, I tickle you. Easy? What do you say?”
“You can’t tickle me! This is meow dream! I’m the one in control, nya!” Replied Felicia.
“Crazy responses count as a no. Let hear you laugh.” No further talking was needed. Spiderman paid no heed to his catch’s nonsensical threats at first, nor to her pleas later on. He dragged his fingers across the soft skin of feet that wriggled savagely trying to avoid the contact.
“I would talk soon if you were you.” Informed Spiderman. “I’ve only tickled you for half a minute and you are already breathless.” He was not lying, Black Cat showed a deplorable state, far worse than how she would look after a fight against the Scorpion. “No? One advice: I would stay still if I were you. My spider-sense tells me where you are going to move your feet next and since we are going to spend a long time here, you’d better spend all your energies in laughter. Now, how was that old game kids play?” He pretended to stroke his chin, mockingly. “I know! This little kitty…” He fondled the biggest toe in the woman’s right foot giving deaf ears to her hysteric howls.

Spider-sense is a miraculous gift. However, unless Spider-man, also known as Peter Parker, is in direct harm it would not work. Consequently, it did not activate upon the spy camera that was covering all of his very moves and the woman’s reactions to his playfully, yet decided, fingers playing with her gorgeous soles.
“Excellent, simply excellent!” Muttered a strange figure watching over the duo. A mysterious individual with mechanical arms Spiderman was familiar with. And yet, should they met again, the hero in bright colours would feel displacement on his nemesis. Could it be due to the excess of dark feathers over his body?
To be continued

First of a series of bundles for , the "out of place" saga. Starring 11 original characters who will be in places and situations they don't usually belong. Here we have Codri's Angel in the shoes of Black Cat from Marvel comics. Did I say shoes? She's wearing none of that and the wallcrawler is taking advantage of that, like it or not for our little kitty. Expect a connected story for a total of eleven pictures that, if everything goes well, will appear once a week.

Angel and the majority of characters are copyrighted by
Black Cat, Spideman an others are copyrighted by Marvel.
Eria (mentioned) is copyrighted by

Funfacts:
-Initially, Spiderman wasn't going to appear in the picture, but I realised Angel's body was small and left most blank space. Instead of erains and drawing again I added an extra panel.
-Between Codri and I, we used the term "Black Angel" to refer to this crossover. Until I showed him a literal Black Angel!
-As Codri wanted, there's lot of geek references. One in particular is so obscure that whoever finds it will get a free doodle during an streaming!
-Spiderman's great, but Spuderman is better www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-CFUX…