Oh just a typical day for the young adults. Every 18 year old have their own personal problems; some have trouble with classes, others have relationship problems. A few have to deal with home drama. And then there are the problems that Lexi and Peter face. Robbers, high-jacking’s, fires, floods, and deranged psycho paths with paws for hands. Just a typical day in life of Lexi Rogers and Peter Parker.

Catwoman nodded, agreeing with Spider-Man’s statement about needing to get his weapons away from him. After one of their adventures, the pair was presented with a cellphone to reach out to the police that also involved a GPS system. Catwoman and Spider-Man agreed to take the phone when needed and had a storage spot on top of the police station so the cops couldn’t track who they were by where the cellphone went. As Spider-Man jumped into action, Catwoman activated the cellphone against her hip with the blue tooth she had in her helmet.  

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“Never thought I’d use this phone so much.”

“Hello Catwoman, what’s your emergency?” The female’s voice in dispatch said with a sense of surprise and excitement in her voice.

“We have a man on top of the Mark’s Wallace Building off of 22 and 17. He is… an odd one and is rather large. Please bring SWAT. You know it’s bad when I ask for that. And please bring the strongest tranquilizer darts you have. Maybe 3, 3 should do it.”

“Okay we have an ETA of 4 minutes from your location.” The dispatch said as she typed away on the computer. 

“We’ll keep him occupied and disarm him prior to your arrival. Please inform the arriving SWAT team not to hesitate on getting him with a tranquilizer dart. He’s… he’s a sight and could make them pause in awe. If they do, it will end badly.”

“Copy that, they’re on their way.”

“Thanks.” [i]Click[/i]. Catwoman hung up the phone as she attempted to jump upon Kraven only to be thrown off. Upon Spider-Man getting Kraven’s attention and he turned; Catwoman took the chance. She backed up and dashed, sliding between his open legs. Hands up, she snagged the machete and sheath off of his belt loop and threw a whip forward. It latched itself onto a near- by pole and she pulled; pulling herself out from under him just as quickly as she got underneath him.

“Oh. Look what I got. Funny how it slides off your belt so easily; if you want to keep more a hold of your things, you need to tie your belt better.” She said with a twinkle, she tossed the machete to Spider-Man. “Merry Christmas.” She said in a cheeky voice. “Three.” She said giving a simple statement of the fact that the SWAT team will be there in three minutes.