Felicia Hardy, a.k.a. the Black Cat, was sitting at home during a rainy Sunday afternoon. She was reading the Daily Bugle, hoping to find an article written about the bank robbery that she had busted last night with Spider-man. It wasn't until a few pages in until she found it.

The article read that a bank was robbed last night by a group of amateur thugs and they were busted single handledly by crime-fighting vigilante the Black Cat. Spider-man also showed up later but to only get in the way for the costume heroine.

Felicia was not happy. She hated how the Bugle always made Spider-man seem like a loser. Spider-man was the reason why she became a vigilante. If it weren't for him, she would still be out there stealing, even though she didn't mind the fact that she could be out there stealing. She used to enjoy the thrill of stealing in the night, the thrill of getting caught and chased by Spider-man; sure she still played cat-and-mouse with Spider-man once in a while but it wasn't the same. Spider-man, or should she say Peter Parker, was married to Mary Jane now. Their relationship now wasn't the same as it used to be years ago.

That was when Felicia noticed an article in the paper about an ancient artefact from Egypt to be displayed at the museum tonight. It was an old lamp only recently discovered. It belonged to some pharaoh who had cleverly hidden it in his tomb from grave robbers. In fact, a legend about how a genie lived in the lamp that granted him three wishes and that he wouldn't let anyone else touch his lamp but him. Of course the archaeologists touched the lamp and nothing happened. But this legend is what makes the lamp so valuable.

"The Black Cat is going to be working tonight," thought Felicia, "I'm sure someone is going to try to make a move for it.

Felicia got up and made herself another cup of coffee thinking, "Why does the museum always make themselves a target for thieves by parading their valuables everywhere?"

That night, once the museum closed, the Black Cat was perched on the building across from the museum.

"What's a cat like you doing at a place like this?" asked Spider-man as he jumped next to the Black Cat.

"I think someone's going to make a move on the lamp tonight," said a distracted Black Cat. Felicia Hardy was an attractive woman; she could have almost any guy she wanted with her beauty and body. But the only person she wanted was the one in front of her dressed like a spider.

"Look!" pointed Spider-man. Two figures were sneaking into the museum through the roof like the Black Cat thought.

"Let's go," said the Black Cat as she swung first.