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mvrdck:

“guess i should be pretty flattered you’ve come to see me, even now,” matt offered up a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. smoothing his hands over his uniform pants, he could hear the guards gossiping in the corner of the room - could practically feel their eyes boring into him and his mysterious visitor.

“refresh me on our negotiations? if you don’t mind - ”

Pulling out a tube of lipstick from her clutch, Felicia opened her compact and methodically began to apply it. She made a puckering sound when completed. “For what your retainer was, I would hope you would remember.” Dropping the lipstick back into the bag, Felicia regarded him coolly. “Oscorp is worried about superhuman activity damaging property or getting in the way of business. We work with highly classified assignments. A large N.D.A. would need to be signed before I could go further with details.”

#c: felicia #mvrdck

harrycsbrns:

Harry had enough energy for a soft laugh at Felicia’s words as he slowly looked up at her, followed by a hard swallow. He was pretty sure he could taste blood, but he wasn’t sure if it was just the overwhelming scent of pennies that his head was inevitably giving off. Felicia was always going to be a face he was grateful to see, especially right now. The goblin taking over and getting rid of any clarity he had was already overwhelming enough on a normal day, but with a head injury? Out of it wasn’t even the proper way to describe this anymore. He leaned against her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he blinked. When he tried to shake his head, he was met with a shooting pain and let out a soft groan. “Multiverse? What’re you… that’s real?” He muttered as the two started to walk. “How far?”

“Mhm.” Felicia hummed. “The multiverse is real and it sucked us here. I’m just glad that I found you before they actually put you in the ground. But you know me -- I’m resourceful.” There was a wicked smile, pointed incisors briefly glinting white in the darkness. She readjusted Harry’s weight. “Far enough that I’m not sure how to get us back. I’ve got a suite at a hotel in Manhattan. Somewhere nice, don’t worry. We can reassess there and get you cleaned up. I say it with love, but you look utter shit.”

#c: harry #harrycsbrns

pixelated-peter:

“It’s cold out— you should be wearing gloves!”

“Never leave without them.” Felicia wiggled five clawed fingers. “But you know that.”

#c: gameverse peter #pixelatedpeter

spiderxling:

“—sorry! Didn’t mean to land so close to you! Are you alright? I didn’t step on you did I?”

Agile on her feet, Felicia easily sidestepped when she noticed him coming down. “Normally I’d be fine with Spider-man stepping on me, but you’re the baby one.”

#c: peter #spiderxling

scientistsuprcme:

As they made their way to Monica’s office, the scientist smiled over to the other woman and raised her eyebrows. “So I’ve heard.” That version of Harry Osborn was a bonafide disaster, but they both probably knew that without Monica saying it out loud. “And what business relationship were you interested in exactly?”

“Oscorp has a decent sized spending allowance for scientific development. In this reality, of course, Oscorp is still a baby. We’re interested in expanding with a more established institution while we get our feet underneath us.”

#c: monica #scientistsuprcme

scientistsuprcme:

Monica’s attention was grabbed there now as she raised a brow at the white haired woman that was standing in the A.I.M. building’s corridor. “I don’t usually discuss business in the lobby. Please, we can go upstairs and talk in private.”

“Of course.” Felicia nodded her head towards the elevators. “After you.” Waiting a moment, heels clicked a staccato melody as she followed behind. “My employer’s been a bit...busy lately, but I have some executive control.”

#c: monica #scientistsuprcme

harrycsbrns:

Harry hesitated, squinting his eyes slightly through his blurred vision to get a better look at the figure in front of him. But then he saw the white hair and relaxed a little as he breathed out a soft sigh of relief. “Felicia..” He began to mumble before a shooting pain went through the back of his head that made him visibly grimace as he gently grabbed the bandage that was wrapped around his head. When he pulled his hand away and saw the scarlet staining his fingertips, his hand shook a bit as he blinked hard. “I don’t.. I don’t know how I got here.” He admitted, taking a step towards her before gently grabbing onto her arm to stable himself. One minute he was sitting under a blinding light in a hospital room and the next here, wandering the streets of New York by himself.

“The one and only.” Actually, that was debatable now. Still, the thief watched with some pity as Harry suffered. She took a step towards him, gingerly touching the back of his head. Like with him, crimson glittered darkly on her black glove. “Can’t let the boss die, can we?” She could still get paid other ways. Her gig with Oscorp was just decently convenient. It had been easier when he was in Oscorp, but you can’t win them all, can you? Shifting to handle both her wait and his, Felicia took a step forward. “Multiverse mayhem. I’m going to guess you don’t have the mental capacity to get into it right now, but we’re very far from home.”

#c: harry #harrycsbrns

harrycsbrns:

“Look, I don’t know who you’re looking for, but it’s not me.” Harry insisted slowly, the worry evident on his face as he slowly scanned his surroundings, obviously very confused.

“I think that it is.” Felicia approached slowly, palms held up facing him. She reached up to push her goggles up onto her forehead, white hair getting tangled in the strands. “C’mon, Harry. Let’s go home. They really beat the shit out of you back there. I’ll draw you a bath, find the Neosporin.” Now she was laying it on thick. Felicia Hardy wouldn’t draw a bath for anyone but herself, and even then she preferred to have someone else do it.

#c: harry #harrycsbrns

spiidey:

“no yeah, i’m totally fine. clones are, you know –– a lot more present in my life than you’d think. that’s not weird is it?”

“You’re all giving me a headache, and you won’t like me when I’m cranky.”

#c: 616 peter #spiidey

webbuilt:

“i dunno–one day you’re just a guy who thinks there’s one of you and the next, you wake up, and you’re not. just take it one day at a time… s’all we can do.” plus if he thought about it too hard…he was gonna get another headache. and if he was just being flat out honest, his life had only improved since all this happened. Peter wasn’t really sure he wanted to go home.

Felicia knew who he was. He was the first Peter he had ever met, the template for her perception of the wall crawler. Was Harry insane? Certifiably. She didn’t agree with his literal murder of Parker’s girlfriend, but Felicia had no loyalty to Peter. She worked with Harry despite his demons because she liked what he offered. “Peter.” The name was a purr. “It’s good to see you again.”

#c: tasm peter #webbuilt

scientistsuprcme:

“If you’re another low-life from the Bugle, I’ve already told you, I have no comment on my daughter’s involvement in the Syndicate. And I suggest you get yourself off of AIM property before I have you escorted out.”

“I’m actually a representative from Oscorp.” Her slim black dress was a departure from the catsuit. “I want to make you an offer.”

#c: monica #scientistsuprcme

chaoticbithot:

“do I look like a peter parker variant to you?”

“Thankfully, no. I’ve seen enough of those today.”

#c: akihiro #chaoticbithot

mvrdck:

“wow, i must be popular today,” matt huffed, sitting down at the visitor’s table. the prison scrubs were a bit too large on his lean frame, and he fidgeted for a moment, drowning in bright orange cotton.

“More popular than my boss.” Felicia replied demurely, one heel clad ankle crossing over the other. “We were in the middle of negotiations to have you represent him. Oscorp has lawyers, of course, but I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, Matthew Murdock. Murder charges aside, that is.”

#c: matt #mvrdck

osburn:

“you know, hanging out with me means you’ll probably see your own face plastered all over tomorrow’s tabloids. kinda just an occupational hazard at this point.”