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[felinefelicia]

peterparkerbr·:

Peter raised his brow from behind his mask. “I have. But hey I am not afraid of some bad luck. ” He said to her softly. Besides after everything that has happened with him he didn’t think he could bring any more bad luck on him than he already had. At this point he was used to having his life be just the worst and filled with suffering. He didn’t think some stupid superstition could do much worse.

At her next words he smirked at her. “I am not in the avengers at all times. There are occasions when I do solo work. Honestly I do solo work most of the time unless there is any world ending event. ” He said before looking at her closely. “since there is none I will have to stop you from stealing. ” He said to her softly. “Now then put the jewelry down. ” He said to her.

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“I don’t know about that.” She mused as she tilted her head. “A guy after my own heart.” She purred as he mentioned that he ran solo most of the time. Of course, that was something she always did. She didn’t hold onto people but only valuables. She would much rather have a thing to represent her achievements. People didn’t get up and hurt you out the blue. Things stayed with you and they were usually way more pretty.

As he told her to put the diamond down, she juggled it in one hand. “I don’t know, Spider. I put in all the work and you are just going to waltz in and take it from me?” She snatched the diamond from mid-air as she looked over at him. “Not a chance.” She smirked as she slipped it into a pouch. “Come on, I’m not hurting anyone unless I break your heart, right?”

[felinefelicia]

peterparkerbr·:

Peter had been busy patrolling the city streets late at night. Things hadn’t been easy for him at all over the last few weeks. His entire life had turned outside down and he found himself losing everyone he ever loved. The only thing that urged him to keep going was his responsibilities. He was Spider-Man and being Spider-Man and doing this made him forget about everything even if it was for a short while.

On his patrols he heard some reports about alarms going off in a nearby jewelry store. It seemed to him that there was a robbery going on there. He quickly swong over there to stop whatever it was going on and to do what he does best.

He silently entered the place and looked around to find the perpetrator. After some time he spotted a girl in what looked like a catsuit. He climbed the roof and then got behind her. He positioned himself behind her as he got down from the roof. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you stealing is bad?” He said to her.

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Felicia could of missed the soft landing if her sense wasn’t superhuman. She stood up as she turned to face the person who tried to stop her. Her eyebrow raised behind the goggles. “Ever heard of crossing the path of a black cat?” She asked in returned as she looked him up and down for a moment. She didn’t think she would get the attention of any vigilante, especially an Avenger. It begged to question on just why someone of that status would come chasing after her. Not that was complaining. She loved a challenge.

“Are the rest of your friends on the way? Or is this a private date without chaperones?” She smirked as her eyes behind the goggles looked into the lenses. “I’m sure there is a world that needs saving that you can deal with.” Of course she would try and bargain. “Or do you like following girls around?”

[felinefelicia]

@peterparkerbr​

Felicia adjusted the goggles over her face as she crouched down on the building ledge. She was on the prowl for something new and shiny as always. Freelance work had its perks really and, to be honest, with the goggles on and the costume zipped, it was when she felt most like herself. She scaled the building with ease, flexible maneuvers almost dance like until she stopped at the security camera. Spotting the control panel, she attached a device with a cat’s face, its eyes glowing, creating loop footage. “Cameras are so much easier to fool than motion sensors.”

Scaling higher till she clutched the balcony, she flipped her body, landing crouched on the railing with perfect balance. Leaping to the rooftop and continuing to make her way across, she stopped as she watched the security guard patrol the next balcony till he walked inside. She landed on her hands softly before flipping onto her feet and making her way through the open door. Walking down the corridor to the large vault door, she pressed her ear towards it as she twisted the dial, letting it click a few times before she smirked as the vault door popped with a hiss. 

“All this to just keep you hidden away.” She purred, reaching for the diamond inside. Walking back through the corridor, she stopped at the mirror, admiring herself briefly, believing it had been just that easy.

[felinefelicia]

〘    valentina zenere. female. she/her.    〙  from the marvel universe FELICIA HARDY’S spotify wrapped says they’ve listened to hot girl by CHARLI XCX over a hundred times. figures, THE TWENTY-THREE YEAR OLD is a ANTI-HERO. in order to pay the bills, they are a SOCIALITE/THIEF. those who know them well enough say that the LEO is fun-loving and deceptive. they are often seen ALONE.

THE BASICS

FULL NAME: FELICIA SARA HARDY

ALIAS, IF ANY: BLACK CAT

CLASSIFICATION: ENHANCED HUMAN

NATIONALITY: AMERICAN

AGE: 23 YEARS OLD

DATE OF BIRTH: 28TH AUGUST

HOMETOWN: NEW YORK

CURRENT LOCATION: NEW YORK, NEW YORK

GENDER: CIS FEMALE

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

OCCUPATION(S): SOCIALITE, THIEF (SECRET)

AFFILIATIONS, IF ANY: N/A

THE PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: VALENTINA ZENERE

HAIR TYPE: WAVY

HAIR COLOR: BLONDE; DYED WHITE

EYE COLOR: BLUE

HEIGHT: 5′4"

WEIGHT: SHE SAYS IT’S A SECRET

BUILD: SLENDER

THE STORY BEHIND HER

Felicia Hardy was born in New York to Walter and Lydia Hardy. The Hardy family was a respectable and well-known family in the city. Walter was a highly successful traveling salesman and Lydia was a socialite who knew who was who and who had what. However, things changed when her father was arrested after it was discovered he wasn’t a salesman but actually a world-renowned thief who went by the name Black Cat. Before his arrest, Walter encouraged Felicia to do whatever she desired while her mother often drilled into her she should never come second to none.

TW; ASSAULT MENTIONED IN THIS SECTION. In school and college, Felicia Hardy was a very popular girl. She was a successful athlete, head cheerleader, played on the basketball team, and knew how to party, earning her the nickname Party Hardy. She got into university on a gymnastics scholarship. However, Felicia was a dedicated and smart student who just so happened to be a free spirit. She had it all until her relationship with her boyfriend at the time, Ryan, took a nasty turn, resulting in her being date raped.

From there, Felicia seemed the same but something deep down changed in her. She was full of anger and frustration for being victimized. Seeing the videos of people like the Avengers, she saw them as people who would never allow themselves to be a victim. Felicia dedicated herself to learning how to fight, using her already talented gymnastic skills, intent on crafting herself into a weapon of revenge so that when she faced him, he could feel every ounce of her anger with every hit she gave him. After months of preparation, Felicia was ready to get revenge but she would never get it. She discovered while trying to find him that Ryan passed away due to his drunk driving. This did nothing to quell her anger or frustration. Feeling like everything was being taken away from her, Felicia wanted her father back and began following in his footsteps, seeking out his teacher, the Black Fox. Through some petty thefts here and there, she grew confident and finally donned her very own Black Cat costume albeit homemade.

Her first big mission was to break her dying father out of prison and to let him spend his final moments with his family. Though she succeeded, her father died the same night. Seeing more footage of the superheroes in the world, Felicia found herself envious and wishing she had powers herself, especially after coming to blows with Spider-Man. Though a thief, she tried her hand at heroics but she couldn’t stray away from her stealing ways. Her envy eventually pushed her to pay a large sum of money to Kingpin who put her through a life-threatening procedure that altered her very DNA. Though she was in a critical condition for weeks, she believed it to be a failure until she noticed she could react to things far faster and do more than the average person.

Felicia had built a notorious reputation for her thieving ways as Black Cat and was an urban legend to New York while Felicia’s public identity was of a carefree party socialite, often seen enjoying nightlife and even being a DJ at certain events, being popular on social media.

SKILLS AND POWER

Felicia wanted powers and made a deal with the Kingpin to undergo a DNA-altering experiment to get them. As such, she discovered she has peak human physiology. She has superhuman reflexes, agility, and durability as well as night vision. Her eyesight and sense of hearing and smell are also higher than a regular human. Notably, Felicia developed faster than normal reflexes. Felicia is noted for being able to dodge several hits with ease, knife strikes, react swift enough to catch people/items, and famously able to react swift enough that she always lands on her feet to name a few feats as well as dodge gunfire. Felicia has always naturally been extraordinarily agile which was only enhanced after her experiment. Even as a child, she was able to execute mid-air somersaults and cartwheels. Her agility improved with age, and her party trick was walking around in a head stance on her fingers. She later developed remarkable acrobatic abilities, which allowed her to perform high-wire acts with balance and grace. Because of this, Felicia is fast and agile in battle, able to outmaneuver almost any opponent she comes across and jump exceptionally high and far, even from a stationary position. Her abilities allowed her to dodge many attacks and gunfire, unable to land a hit on her. She is also limber; able to twist, bend, and contort herself into positions nearly impossible for an ordinary person to achieve. These abilities also granted her impressive parkour and free-running skills, allowing her to scale almost any surface or terrain quickly and squeeze through most barriers and small spaces with noticeable ease. Felicia also has enhanced durability. Like her namesake, she can always land on her feet and absorb the shock impact of high falls and recover quickly from attacks. She can also take hits from moderately strong superhumans without injury or much need of recovery. However, her durability does not make her bulletproof as she can still be shot, stabbed, crushed, etc. She can also not take hits from powerful beings such as Thor or Hulk for example. She is an expert thief and as such, she is an expert in the arts of stealth, intelligence gathering, lock picking, hacking, safe cracking, escapology, and evading alarms, and disguises. Felicia is considered a master when it comes to gymnastics and acrobatics. Combined with her enhanced agility and reflexes, she can often make people think she causes them bad luck. Felicia has mastered several martial arts such as Goju-ryu Karate, Judo, Jiu-jutsu, Krav Maga, Capoeria, Boxing, Muay Thai, and Sambo. She is also an accomplished street fighter. She can take on several armed foes without sustaining an injury. Felicia has a unique style of using her agility and flexibility in combat, making her unpredictable and she isn’t above fighting dirty.

[felinefelicia]

scarletjackal·:

🧬 — The twinkle in his eye was dangerous, and it was safe to say he didn’t agree with her. “Try it sometime. You might like it.” Ben’s motivations were as convoluted as his identity. Summarizing himself in a single word was a bold choice, but one that worked rather well for the moment; and for him generally. But her words did surprise. The scars of her life, hinted at. Her motivations. “The multiverse is full of takers— but believe it or not, I’m a giver.” Ben gently twirled her, a brief moment of silence between them before his eyes finds hers again. His words, clear but calm. “What can I give you, Felicia?” 

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Felicia chuckled as he mentioned she should try it. “Believe me, I’ve tried.” She didn’t become the way she was or have the skillset she had to become a thief. That wasn’t how it started anyway. She supposed she wanted to steal something back from someone who had stolen from her in the worst way possible. An eye for an eye. Even that was stolen from her. “Didn’t really liberate me the way I thought it would.” Not until she met Black Fox and learned the truth about her father. That she had a taste of what true freedom was, it was addictive. “I live to be free from everyone and everything. You might like it.” She repeated his earlier sentiment with a glint in her eye. “Oh, I’m not. The world owes me and believe me baby, I am going to cash in till I bleed the sucker dry.” She laughed but her statement was serious. It was what filled the void for her. The adrenaline rush. The materialistic prizes of her success. Moving with him, Felicia’s eyes searched his face for a moment as he asked what he could give her. She paused, letting the silence linger, her own words just for him to hear. “Make me feel alive.” It was the perhaps the most honest thing she said in a long time. 

[felinefelicia]

fromcomics·:

It wasn’t that Gwen Stacy had imagined that she and Felicia Hardy would become the best of friends in the matter of a trip, bonding over the fact that they’d met a t-rex and lived to tell the tale, but her brutal honesty was slightly more startling than she would have liked to admit. “No offense taken… I’ll take care of the translator.” Her smile stayed affixed to her features, even as her eyes dropped back down to the controls, fiddling with them to distract herself from the situation at hand. “Never had a sister…  but it does sound like every comedy ever…”  That was what Modern Family was, wasn’t it? A comedy? The blonde only looks up from the controls to raise an eyebrow as the other blonde explains her whole purpose for coming, a deal she’s made with Spider-Man of all people. Has Peter…? But that didn’t make sense, what kind of leverage little old Pete have to make Spider-Man take out a favor?  “Yeah, we can hang out… we can do whatever you want if we get out of here alive and get this translator back to it’s owner in one piece.” 

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Felicia watched her from behind her goggles for a moment before sighing. “C’mon. It is an adventure.” She mused before she huffed a little bit. “Though this isn’t exactly my idea of adventure. More of a city girl myself.” She muttered as she glanced around, swatting away an flying insect as it passed them. “Cool. Me neither. Only child and all. Consider it a blessing. Best way to live life is to have no one holding you down.” That was her philosophy. It was a lonely life but it was exciting. “Hang out?” She smirked as she leaned in. “Come on. You can tell me. Girl code and all.” She teased a little bit before she stood up straight. “Well, I don’t know about you, Gwenny but this outfit wasn’t made to get chewed up by dinosaurs. “ She stated before folding her arms. “So, we find this weird talking dinosaur. You use your big brain to find out what is going on and I suppose I am just...here I guess.” Felicia sighed, not really seeing what she could off in terms of help.

[felinefelicia]

greatresponsibility·:

He should have hated her. He really, really should have. She was a thief, a suited criminal no better than any of the others. Except… Except. He liked chasing her around the city (tailing her, if you will). He liked having someone to rib at, someone to rib at him, someone who was’t nearly as bad as she seemed deep down. He was sure of it. He liked her company, despite herself. But she was still a thief.

“Me? Kill the vibe? Never. I’d be the best vibes in that arena. I’d just good vibes my way to the top.” His mask hid the way a bemused half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Just like old times. New, weirder stakes; same two broken people with their same old issues. “Why does he have an army of robots that look just like him? Who does that? What’s he trying to accomplish here? Ugh. The ego on that guy.” Peter shuddered, and then, as she mentioned her plans, he cocked his head. “Big Latverion safe, huh? Say more.”

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That was the one thing about Spider-Man she could appreciate. He was this shining beacon of just being a stand-up guy. She hated that she liked it. As much as she enjoyed toying with him, he was the first person since her father that made the world not seem so bad. Just hate it a little bit less. However, she did not have what she supposed was his tenacity. This world, every world, had teeth and she bared some of the scars in her from it. Reminders of what was stolen from her. The way that she only felt alive when adrenaline was pumping through her veins.

“Careful, Spider. Someone might crush you.” She purred as her head tilted. As he mentioned the robotic army that were exact replicas of Doom, she let off a nonchalant shrug. “Tell me about it. He could of done something way more stylish. Like me.” She laughed as she posed, weight shifting to one hip as her hands clutched her waist. At his question, she sighed. “I don’t know much.” She began to walk around him, circling him. “But I just know a guy like that wouldn’t want anyone getting his paws on his stuff.” She stopped as she stood by his side and leaned into his ear. “And I do like people’s stuff.”

[felinefelicia]

scarletjackal·:

🧬 — She wasn’t looking for an answer, surely. Wouldn’t have answered his question with one of her own if she did. “Spite,” he replied anyway, cutting through the noise with an enunciated hiss. Punctuating the word with a smirk. He lets her have her fun, focused only on her touch, eyes only on her own lips. “Afraid you’d say that.” The only warning she’d get before he picked up the pace, moving her with the rhythm. Smiling at her. “But not surprised.” 

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As he mentioned living in spite, Felicia didn’t say anything at first, content to just move to the beat. “Spite sounds a little less fun.” She commented as she looked him up and down for a moment. “I’ve seen the world and people lie and hurt each other all the time. I just decided I am not going to let the world screw me over anymore.” That was what she distilled it down to. She would never let anyone take anything from her, material or otherwise, ever again. Never again. As they picked up the pace, she let out a laugh as she leaned back, eyes gazing up to the flashing lights and strobes. “Don’t know what to tell you, honey. Nothing is ever enough for me.”

[felinefelicia]

numyths·:

matt is no superhuman. he’s capable, sure. his radar sense helps him, yes. but he’s also vulnerable compared to the other big hitters out there. and this is one of those days, where he finds himself in an alleyway, holding his bloody side after a particularly harsh altercation. it’s just his luck that he stumbles across these people while he’s in his civilian’s clothes. he debated whether he should fight back (can’t afford people making assumptions about a blind lawyer, right?), but before he could finish his train of thought, someone’s knife cut across his skin. the cut was not too deep, but still deep enough to draw blood. thankfully, matt didn’t have to do much to drive the people off. after they realised they had injured a blind man, they argued amongst themselves before taking off. matt sighs. he leans against the wall for support. he knows someone is watching him. he asks, feigning cluelessness: “is anyone there?”

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Heroics wasn’t usually in Felicia’s bag. She didn’t care for it much and despite perhaps knowing she could do it, it didn’t call to her the way she assumed it did for other people. That natural urge to be a good person. She had deduced perhaps she just wasn’t that kind of person. She could give it up but once you had a taste of freedom, real life was just way too dull. Still, as much as she liked to say she was a terrible person, she couldn’t let this one go. She liked her lips, deciding to walk away on the edge of the rooftop before she huffed under her breath. “I hate you Spider-Man. You and your morality speech.” She muttered to herself. She turned and slid down the side of the building, her claws sparking as they broke her fall before she landed in front of the knife wielder. “Hey handsome.” She flashed her claws with a grin. “My turn.” Without hesitation, her claws swiped across his face, shredding through his features as he screamed. “Something to tell your friends when you find your way back.” She walked past him to let him stumble away. She crouched down next to the blind man. “So, I don’t usually do this kind of thing but leaving a blind man for dead also isn’t my thing. You got anyone I can call for you?”

[felinefelicia]

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[felinefelicia]

scarletjackal·:

🧬 — “Is that why you live life like you do?  Always on the up?” It was an honest question, erring on the side of sincerity. Lest he appear too intense, he stepped into place and lead her into a dance, smoothly transitioning from one foot to the other. “I know how to move.” Cheap answer paired with a million dollar grin, “What about you?  Song to your liking— partner good enough?” Smirking, he cupped her waist and pulled her deeper into the crowd. 

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Felicia had to admit, she was stunned at his question. She wasn’t asked things like that. She avoided everything like it. She leaned up to his ear so she could answer. “Why live if you aren’t going to live well?” She said over the music as she leaned back to look up at him. “You move like you were born yesterday.” Felicia laughed. Of course she had to poke fun at him as she was keeping up with him with ease. “Song? Great.” Felicia ran her index finger down his lips, her talon like manicure tugging his bottom lip briefly before she smirked as she removed her finger. “Partner? Never good enough for me, babe.”

[felinefelicia]

fromcomics·:

@felinefelicia·

For all the things that had happened since Gwen Stacy had arrived in Latveria, being asked to converse with a dinosaur was by far the strangest as well as the most risky. While she’d always been one to take challenges head on, this was testing her limits of positivity. Still, the consequences of what would happen if she didn’t to those she cared about weighed on her more than her fear, and with the help of Peter Parker and his connections ( maybe through Spider-Man ) she’d found herself in possession of a genuine dinosaur translator. At least if all the universes had to fall apart, they at least left some useful toys behind. To quell her nerves she’d been working on examining the translator as she and her partner made their way to the savage lands. This was their best chance, and knowing how to work it could turn their trip to Latveria’s very own Jurassic Park to a Jurassic nightmare. As they approached, she looked over to Felicia, admitting “Okay, I think I understand how to work this.” Not that she would know for sure until it was in action. “Do you want me to show you? Just in case?” 

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Felicia lounged on the tree branch above Gwen, in her full gear as she the other toyed with the translator. She wasn’t used to working with people. Not unless she was going to double cross them. However, she was backed into a promise by Spider-Man. A favour for a favour. As the saying goes, you have to spend money to make money. Though escorting civilians nor was anything remotely heroic her kind of deal. She mainly just did what she wanted. That was the freedom of being Black Cat. The detachment of these social norms and self-made rules. Still, as aloof and unloyal she liked to come across, she didn’t want blood on her hands. As she spoke about finally understanding it, Felicia flipped down from the branch and landed next to Gwen. “I’ll leave the nerdy stuff to you. No offense.” She huffed as she stood up straight. “We can be like sisters. I can be the totally cool one and you can be the one into science and stuff. We’d be just like Modern Family.” Of course Felicia would find to make a joke about their situation. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t die. Again, no offense.” She looked over at Gwen, her eyes narrowing behind the goggles. “Though, I do wonder, what is it that Spider-Man has for you. Says you have a mutual friend. Favour for a favour and all. We should totally hang out if neither of us die. Between you and me, I am way more fun than Spider-Dork.”

[felinefelicia]

offollies·:

( @felinefelicia· ) FRANK CASTLE & FELICIA HARDY

he’d been spending time at jean’s saloon again, mostly to keep himself out of trouble given all he really wants to do is take doom on one-on-one. but plenty of folks - some more than others - had talked him down off that edge for now. as he sat in the corner, commiserating his entire self-worth, he watched as someone who looked entirely too out of place walk in and make a bee-line to his table to sit down. for a moment frank took a steadied sip of his beer, ignoring her, before finally addressing the situation. “you uh… runnin’ from someone or something? or you think i’m a great conversationalist and a friendly face?” he asked, raising a brow and taking a quick glance at jean before returning to felicia. “’cause i want to know what i should be preparing for - you okay?”

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Felicia’s eyes cased the room before she walked in like she quite frankly owned the place. She found the more confident you acted, the more people just bought into it. Afraid to ask the questions. It wasn’t her usual hang out but she supposed she was getting bored and when Felicia was bored, that was when that itch kicked in for her. That desire and need for something exciting. Adrenaline to be exact. She needed a heist. A fight. A chase. Something to make her heart beat fast. It was why she liked to steal. She always pinned it down to being a bored rich white girl with too much time on her hands. That was her surface level answer. She sat in the booth and scanned the crowd, her eyes looking for anything shiny and valuable like a magpie. She heard the voice before she glanced over. “Oh, trust me, I’m not interested but thanks anyway.” She smirked with a wink. Of course she would try and make a rejection sound charming. “Me?” She turned on her seat to face him, chin resting in her open palm as her talon like manicure tapped against the table. “I’m just bored. Thought a place like this would have something...exciting.” She looked him up and down before she spoke again. “You don’t look like a man who would leave a girl down. C’mon, give me something exciting.” She grinned.

[felinefelicia]

thiefcfhearts·:

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“Oh, you askin’ me out? I’m flattered, chere.” Remy raised his eyebrows, assuming she was teasing but he certainly would not say no if she was serious. Not that he would not have done the same, of course. He liked Felicia, but he was not sure they could ever truly work together in any sense of the word. They were far too alike, after all. 

He had no desire to rat her out, but if it came down to either ratting her out or saving his own skin, Remy could not say for sure that he would not. “Dat might be a li'l too intense o’ a game. I like t’ flirt wit’ danger, oui, but havin’ Doomy get too close might be a li'l too dangerous for me.” He did not trust her any more than she most likely trusted him, but that was obviously a chance they would both have to take. “Oh, I t'ink I can. You wouldn’t be de first questionable person I’ve had t’ trust, an’ I doubt you’ll be de last.”

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“Baby, look at me. Do you think I’ve ever had to ask a guy out?” She asked as both of her hands gestured to herself, thinking such an assumption was ludicrous. Remy was always good fun and they shared the same similar flirtatious streak. Perhaps hers was a bit more mischievous. She had no issue punching a flirtation in the face where Remy was more of a gentleman so to speak.

“Not into people watching?” She asked suggestively as she wiggled her eyebrows. She took a step closer to him before she spoke again so their conversation wasn’t privy to anyone or anything else. “But what is more exciting than finding out what toys Doom is hiding around here, huh? C’mon. Your not a cat but I know your curious.” She purred. “Trust is overrated but if you cover for me, I’ll cover for you.” She put her hand over her heart and raised her other hand. “Thief honour.”

[felinefelicia]

bamfelf·:

💙 — He found her comment validating, if not entirely welcomed. “Only most of the time,” he teased. Her attitude may have been ironclad, as well as her call to crime, but the banter between them was lighthearted enough for Kurt to maintain a certain cool. “You would sacrifice freedom for vanity?  Are you sure you are not a diamond?” Likely would keep himself out of it anyway, if the opportunity arose. “My apologies.” It was rude to assume; enhanced, human, or otherwise. He BAMF’d to the ledge, sticking to the wall beside her perch. “What are you going to do with that once you get away?  Sell it, grind it down for a protein powder?” 

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“I have enough experience with guys in spandex thinking they are funny. I only fake laugh when I am interested.” She offered a teasing smirk in his direction. “I’ve been called many things but never a diamond. I like that.” She mused as she looked down from her perch at him. “My mother used to tell me; pretty girls have the benefit of having choices.” She purred. However, she coughed and waved her hand as he teleported next to her. “Why does it stink?” She spluttered and cleared her throat. “I don’t know. I’m in it for the adrenaline, baby.” She shot her line up before positing herself with ease so she was hanging upside down inches from the mutant’s face. “See you around, elf boy.” She winked as the line retracted, seemingly disappearing into the shadows swiftly.

[felinefelicia]

scarletjackal·:

🧬 — Her response doesn’t surprise him. “Much to your satisfaction, I imagine.” It wasn’t meant as an insult, but he surely wasn’t praising her. “I’ve considered my fair share. Life has this nasty habit of getting in the way,” he explained, choosing to elaborate no further than that. Like clockwork, he is drawn back in to the temptation of that life that isn’t his. Never was, never could be, as he answered her call — following Felicia to the dance floor. 

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Felicia grinned as he mentioned that she would be satisfied with such a response as she made her way through the crowd. “What can I say? I’m not a person. I’m an experience.” She said over the music with a laugh. “You worry too much. Worry when your dead. Life is for the living. Why spend it being down huh?” She gestured at him with her index finger. “Come on, you know how to dance right?”

[felinefelicia]

offollies·:

“depends on the day, but i can be considered an avenger, yes.“ she’d worn many hats and continues to do so - being an avenger is something she always sort of is, even when she turned her back on tony stark during his battle with steve. “but being an avenger isn’t my only profession, so - i’m always needed for something.” cryptic but felicia didn’t need to know more than that. at the mention of tony and partying, a small smile hit her lips - “been there, done that - he ruined his house… and nearly himself. then the other time was an invasion of killer tech, so as you can guess, i’m not a fan of tony’s parties even if they’re exciting in the worst sense.” she shrugged, “ah, yes - and i’m just a former ballerina of the bolshoi, we all have our go-tos.”

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Felicia raised both her eyebrows as she nodded, commenting that she did consider herself somewhat an Avenger when it suited her. “I mean, I thought you guys were one big cheesy family.” She pulled a face a little at the idea. There was a reason she liked to operate alone at the best of times. “I don’t know. I just go with the flow. See where life takes me. I didn’t think it would take me somewhere so boring though.” She huffed as she looked around the pair of them. “Gosh, Tony is a real stinker.” She pulled a face as he mentioned how well his parties went which, to her, sounded awful. As she mentioned their go-tos, Felicia looked into the other woman’s eyes, her expression not changing before she laughed a little. “And what does that mean?”