favorite crime

it's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do 'cause i was going down, but i was doing it with you. yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made, but i say that i hate you with a smile on my face.

[ruthlessluck]

“That pumpkin called me a basic bitch.” @phoenixtouched​

Felicia wasn’t sure why she wasn’t surprised anymore by anything that went on in New York City. One week it was aliens invading, the next it was a super villain trying to take over the world by starting in one of the biggest cities in the country. And now it was...talking pumpkins committing petty crimes. She had seen an actual jack-o-lantern steal a man’s wallet. She was confused, a bit amused, but mostly confused in the sight she was beholding. The remark she heard come from a woman near her, had her snorting. 

“Could be worse, I suppose. One told me that I needed to wear better shoes if I wanted to be considered rich enough to even steal from.” She deadpanned. “I got pumpkin guts all over my new red bottom Louboutins. How the fuck is that not rich enough?” Felicia scowled. Though, she wouldn’t admit to this stranger they were stolen themselves. They looked better on Felicia anyways than that rich socialite who wore them one time. 

[ruthlessluck]

rictorscales​:

send  😡  for  an  angry  text  from  my  muse // @ruthlessluck

(✉️ ➡️ meow meow): if you’re going to break into my apartment that’s FINE it’s WHATEVER but you’re a fucking monster for drinking my beer (✉️ ➡️ meow meow): i have NO BEER right now, felicia. (✉️ ➡️ meow meow): none. (✉️ ➡️ meow meow): aren’t you a billionaire from stealing diamonds or some shit? why the fuck can’t you buy your own beer.

( 📩 → Shaken Not Stirred ): You need to get better tastes in beer, in the finer things in life, Rictor. ( 📩 → Shaken Not Stirred ): I didn’t steal it to drink it. I stole it to get rid of your nasty taste in alcohol. ( 📩 → Shaken Not Stirred ): I’ll get you something higher shelf. [ .... ] ( 📩 → Shaken Not Stirred ): Two. One for you to drink and one for you to inevitable try to sell, which I can’t fault you for that. ( 📩 → Shaken Not Stirred ): Liquor or wine? Some wine can go for a lot, but tastes like shit. Rich people just like to say they drank it even if it tasted disgusting.

[ruthlessluck]

masterdisastxr​:

Don’t lie to me.

Cindy thought about it a moment, rolled it over in her mind. Her family was worth everything. Finding Albert had made the difference between entirely lost and feeling as though she could begin to build a home again, one that wasn’t four walls and her own thoughts on repeat for ten years. Finding her parents, settling into an apartment, regaining that sense of community with her family and her peers, Cindy couldn’t think of anything more worth whatever it had cost.

But there was a certain loss of self that had come with using someone to get it. There was losing her own moral compass, losing a friend, hurting someone. And perhaps it was hindsight granting her 20/20, but the prices she’d paid had all been for naught in the end, anyway. It was her own determination, her own investigations, that had brought her family back to her. There was a lesson in there somewhere, one Cindy was determined to learn. It didn’t pay to step on others to get what you wanted. The ends didn’t always justify the means, no matter how important they were.

And it wasn’t a lie. She didn’t know it at the time, but it wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth the betrayal behind the anger in Felicia’s eyes. It wasn’t worth seeing her crouched above her, Cindy’s own blood dripping off of her claws. It wasn’t worth ruining someone else’s home so she could rebuild her own. It wasn’t worth the ache, and the way thinking about it still cut.

It wasn’t worth the what ifs, the if only’s, the way she couldn’t stop thinking about it. About her. About elevators and a level of understanding Cindy had yet to find, even with Albert. She wondered how she’d feel, if SHIELD had pulled through, but as it was–

It wasn’t worth it. “I’m not lying.”

Cindy sat back on the dusty floor. If Black Cat was going to do anything, she’d have a head start, all defenses dropping as she let her own claws retract. “I’m not placing a takeout order, one forgiveness please, with extra sauce.”

What was she hoping to get out of this? A way for the ache to stop? A way to stop thinking about her? The word closure came to mind, but it trapped itself somewhere in her chest. It was what she should want, but it felt uncomfortable and wrong and Cindy wasn’t ready to unpack that. “I’m not getting anything out of this. I don’t expect anything of you, I’m just…taking the opportunity to say I’m sorry, for what little it’s worth.”

She looked up, a small, sheepish smile hidden behind the dusty red of her mask. “It’s good to see you back.”

Even if it ended the same way. Even if they found themselves on a rooftop spattered red. Felicia had found her way home again; perhaps the universe was on its way to righting itself.

Cindy’s words seemed to echo over the rooftop, not getting lost in the wind that whipped past them. It wrapped around Felicia’s heart and squeezed tightly. She was a vengeful person, had been as long as she could remember. There was a gray area to where she operated, she had told Silk that time and time again. There were no good guys, there were no bad guys. There were just good deeds, good bad deeds. She had played good guy far too many times, trying to please Peter, make herself into something that he might actually want. It never worked out in her favor, no matter how hard she tried. She could only be who she really is and hope that one day someone would genuinely want her for her. Not some warped version of herself that was there to soothe a man’s ego or ‘soften’ the blow of liking someone like ‘her’. 

Felicia couldn’t help but remember the elevator shaft like she seemed to most of the time these days. Toes pressed against Silk’s, the other’s eyes boring into her like she suddenly was able to see a part of her soul she hadn’t bared for anyone else before. It was like a match striking agains the side of a box, lighting a flame that Felicia didn’t even know was there to be lit. Now all it did was ache these days, ache to be lit again, for her to be seen like that once again. Not by just anyone, but by the woman sitting down on the rooftop before her. 

It confused Felicia, twisted something up inside her and that’s what she’d blame as she came to sit down on the rooftop as well. Her claws retracted, but a good distance between her and Silk. The city skyline stood out before them, the lights beaming through the dark and so vastly different than the smog ridden Madripoor. She had missed it more than she dared to say out loud.

“It’s worth—” The venomous words were on the tip of Felicia’s tongue, ready like a viper about to strike. Say how little they meant, how much she had taken from Felicia and yet— “I don’t know what it’s worth.” Was what Felicia finally settled on, far less acidic than she had thought would come out of her lips, but it was the truth. She wanted to say how very little the words meant to her, but something about the utter honesty coming from the hero was enough to garner pause, to think about the time where they truly saw each other. No one else around but the two of them.

“It is good to see me, isn’t it?” Felicia responded with a smirk, looking over at Silk. “It’s good to be home.” She finally settled on, figuring she owed the woman some honesty in return, even if it was the barest hints of it. She wasn’t ready to bear herself to that sort of vulnerability quite yet. Not when she was so unsure of Silk’s intentions with her now. “I missed it.” She missed plenty of things about the city and being able to return after so long was like a breath of fresh air, like the start over button had been hit in a sense. Felicia wondered what exactly she could do with this new start.

[ruthlessluck]

@sovietavenger

( 📩 → Natasha Romanoff ): I need a job. [ .... ] ( 📩 → Natasha Romanoff ): Not that I can’t find one. I just would like one. If you have one for me. ( 📩 → Natasha Romanoff ): I can play good for a night, if need be, I suppose. ( 📩 → Natasha Romanoff ): Just something that pays. ( 📩 → Natasha Romanoff ): And isn’t too goody two-shoes. Not my style, as you know. ( 📩 → Natasha Romanoff ): I’d appreciate it. If possible.

[ruthlessluck]

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation @rictorscales​

Genosha was beautiful. Felicia had read the news while in the small place she lived in in Madripoor. The pictures and videos didn’t do it justice, it was beautiful and she can only imagine all the work that had been put into the island. It only took a bit of asking around before she found out where Rictor’s home was, easily heading that way. It had been awhile since she had last seen him. (It had been awhile with most people. With most thinking she had completely disappeared entirely after her operation blew up in her face. Though, they weren’t off by much with that assumption.) It also didn’t take much to get inside of his home without detection. It was what Felicia did best after all.

Seated on Rictor’s couch by the time he got back, Felicia had gotten tired of snooping. “Took you long enough,” she tutted, head lolling back to look over at Rictor. “Surprise. Did you miss me?” She flashed a sharp, teasing grin his way.

[ruthlessluck]

greatresponsibility​:

Felicia Hardy. The Black Cat. Peter had made a lot of really, truly terrible mistakes in his life (here’s looking at you, sweater vest phase), and she should have been right there at the top. What was a hero like Spider-Man, one of those obnoxious do-gooders so straight and narrow he might as well have swung around in a Boy Scout uniform, doing with a criminal like her? (Beyond the obvious, you know, cat suit. Peter was superhuman, but he was still human.) It shouldn’t have made any sense. She should have pulled him right down to the bottom with her.

And yet–

Felicia wasn’t past the point of redemption. He’d seen something in her, and she’d seen something in him–shown him something about himself–and they’d almost been able to hope for a minute. But you know that saying about old dogs? Yeah, applies to twenty-something cats, too. Peter knew she could do so much good, and he’d tried to push her towards it for too long, but you can’t help someone who doesn’t want your help, so that was that. She was gone, anyway.

Or so he’d thought. No such thing as a quiet night around here, apparently. There were footsteps and then her voice and her claws on his back, at his side, then he turned, and there she was, the same as always. Always the same as always.

“Are you still playing sexy witness protection? Or is that over now?” The eyes of the suit narrowed to match his, and he looked at her, pulling his shoulder away from her touch. “You know I don’t do that stuff.”

Felicia rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away once he broke her contact. “You’re never any fun.” She drawled out with a huff. “No ‘I missed you immensely I was lost without you, my dear Felicia’? What a disappointment. Though,” she paused, looking back at the man with a sharp smile, “that’s all our relationship seemed to be, disappointments. Isn’t that right, Spider?” Felicia saw buttons and she jabbed at them sharply, intent on getting a reaction. It was one of her favorite things to do when it came to Peter. Pull him back in time and time again before letting go, pushing him back away. 

It was easier this way. Things with Peter were always complicated, it was easier for her to tease and play without getting caught in his webs of ‘what if’. They tried that once, or three times. It never seemed to end well for either of them. 

“Did you even bother to find out why I disappeared?” Felicia questioned suddenly, “or did you get your news from SHIELD like everyone else? They ruin lives, but it’s fine, right? Because they’re a part of the government. We should always trust the government.” She deadpanned. “Everything I worked for was gone, all because...” Felicia trailed off and shook her head, looking away. She didn’t say her name, something compelling her not to. It felt a bit too raw, bit too open to be admitting to Peter. 

[ruthlessluck]

masterdisastxr​:

Anger. Cindy was well familiar with anger. It coiled hot in her own chest, curled fingers into palms, breath tight, jaw clenched. She split it open and analyzed it every Thursday night with her therapist, some nights more reluctantly than others. She knew how it felt, what it looked like. It was an old, familiar friend, and she could see it clearly staring back at her.

She’d learned a lot from her therapist. Namely that there was always something behind the anger. It didn’t take a doctorate in psychology to figure out what was behind Felicia’s. It was laced in the way she said rookie, a once familiar nickname tainted with malice and hurt and venom. Cindy had run off with more than just Felicia’s trust, she’d run off with her home. Of all of the things Cindy could take, she regretted that one the most. Homes were hard to come by, and they shifted and changed so easily when left behind. It was so hard to rebuild them. There was so much behind Felicia’s anger, and Cindy didn’t begrudge her any of it.

The worst part was she didn’t get what she wanted out of it. Everything she’d gained she’d fought for herself. The only thing SHIELD had offered her in the end was the chance at an honest friendship with someone who understood her better than anyone, and they knife with which to stab her in the back. Cindy had found her own parents, she’d rebuilt her own home. All the blood she’d shed on the rooftop, the price she’d paid, was empty payment.

It wasn’t a payment at all. It was just a new hollow space in her chest.

Her shoulders fell, all the tension from her tumble through the window leaving her in the space of a moment. For some reason, the thought of telling Felicia it wasn’t even worth it felt worse than the thought of confessing something else raw and open. This wasn’t an elevator shaft, their feet weren’t pressed together, Felicia’s question sounded more like an accusation.

“I know.” She said instead. “I know I ruined your life.”

But above all else, Cindy knew she’d always owe Felicia honesty. “I didn’t know it at the time, but nothing should’ve been worth what I did to you.”

***

Felicia had gotten the help she needed in Madripoor, trying to lick the wounds that never seemed to stop hurting. It was a constant reminder in her chest, aching with every brief reminder of her home, of Silk. There were no Spiders in Madripoor. No seeing the familiar sight of Peter swinging between buildings, no Silk landing beside her on a rooftop. The worst part was how many memories she had tied to New York, how they tied up into a neat little bow of a present she couldn’t touch any time soon, taunting her like it would a child waiting for Christmas. 

“You know,” Felicia repeated, heart thumping rapidly in her chest. Her fingers twitched, curling up and she could feel her claws retract. There was a flash in her mind of the last time she was on a building with Silk, the woman’s blood dripping from her claws as she tried to catch her breath between the way her chest ached violently. She realized along the way that she had started to see the other woman as a friend. Felicia didn’t tend to have friends. She had people who were of use to her, something that she could gain from the ‘friendship’. Silk, of course, had started out like that. Then things shifted, transformed into something more. 

It’s why it had hurt her so violently to hear her talking to the SHIELD agent over the bug and the admission of just pretending, it was never real. The elevator wasn’t real.

Though, the admission that came next rendered Felicia momentarily speechless. Her lips parted and she let out a sharp breath, brow furrowed as she tried to figure out just any way to respond to that. “You’re...don’t lie to me.” Felicia said sharply, though it wasn’t nearly as venomous as her words prior. She had been caught by surprise for once and it was confusing her. She didn’t like it. “You still did it. You still...I don’t know what you get out of this. Saying all this to me.”

[ruthlessluck]

late nights in the middle of june heat waves been fakin' me out can't make you happier now.

@masterdisastxr

[ruthlessluck]

@greatresponsibility​

Felicia was good at holding grudges. It was ingrained in her, she was a vindictive and angry individual. It was complicated when it came to Peter. She could hold a grudge against him for only so long before there was something tugging her back in. Reluctantly, she knew it was the trust that she had held for him. It was a trust that had blossomed after being burned so many times by men before. There was no good and bad, there was a grey that most people operated in and Felicia resided there, having said the same thing to Silk before. They were alike in that way, Felicia wasn’t sure they’d ever understand that. Regardless, Felicia found herself seeking him out upon arriving back in the city.

“Still playing hero, Spider?” Felicia asked as she quietly landed on the rooftop, moving towards Peter’s turned back. “Doesn’t that get boring after this long? We could have so much more fun if you helped me instead.” She grinned teasingly, claws dragging lightly over the back of his shoulders as she came to stand at his side, “I have plenty of jobs lined up if you feel so inclined to play.”

[ruthlessluck]

masterdisastxr​:

@ruthlessluck​ sent 05. — broken

The thread broke.

Cindy didn’t want to think about it in metaphors, it didn’t have to be that deep. The thread broke, that was all. Sometimes they got frail, when she’d done too much, when she was stretching herself too thin. Her uniform was covered in varying levels of dust, there was sweat beaded across her brow, and the webs coming from her fingers frayed and ran thin. Four in the morning had rolled over into five in the morning, and she’d been going all night. The thread broke.

And she tumbled through a boarded window into a roll across debris-laden wood floors. Her thin layer of dust turned to a full layer of dust, and she coughed, never more thankful for the red mask pulled over her nose. It took her a moment before she looked up to take in her surroundings, directly into too-familiar blue eyes framed by a black mask.

The thread broke.

And there was a metaphor in there, but Cindy didn’t think it was a perfect fit. Because simply saying the thread broke implied it was a natural cause, and act of God, an unavoidable disaster. It didn’t take into account there was a knife involved, and Cindy had wrapped her fingers around it, moved it slowly, clearly, deliberately. The thread broke, and Cindy broke it.

“Black Cat.” All the time in the world to consider what she might say to her if Cindy ever saw her again, and all she managed was her name on a disbelieving breath. It should be ‘I’m sorry,’ or ‘you didn’t deserve what I did to you,’ or a treacherous ‘I’ve missed you,’ but Cindy didn’t want to be left bleeding on a rooftop with wounds that never quite healed. “You’re back.”

***

There was something to be said about the way Felicia never did anything by halves. She put herself into everything fully. Her father had taught her to never settle, to always sink her claws and teeth into something she wanted and never let go. There was something in her relationship with Silk she had wanted to sink her claws into. To not let go of it. Her toes had pressed against hers in the dark glow of the elevator shaft and something in her chest had unraveled at the way she understood the woman before her to a degree she didn’t think was possible. They were so different, but so similar in so many ways. 

Then came the knife, the blood that stained her claws as her hands were bloodied but it felt like her own. Her heart ached in a way that she didn’t want to think too hard on. Her power was luck, but why did it feel like it was always her getting hurt when she finally let someone in? The way she ached when it came to Peter, and now when it came to Silk. Hurt easily transformed into anger. Felicia was better at that anyways, to feel the anger rise up and wash over her like a comforting blanket. She could do anger, she had a harder time with pain.

Being back in New York she knew there was a likelihood of running into any spider, whether it was Miguel or Peter, or the one she least wanted to see. The job was she was in the midst of halted as a crash sounded out, her fingers curling around the USB and tucking it away, ready to bolt before being caught then the flash of red and black caught her eye. Her footsteps sounded out as she moved forward, looking down at Silk and scowl tugged at her lips.

“I am.” Felicia settled on, the acid seeming to build on her tongue as her chest tightened. “I wouldn’t have had to run away if it wasn’t for you.” She practically seethed. “You ruined my life.” The words were tumbling out, anger coating each vowel as she felt it all tumbled out of her. “Everything I was working for was gone because of you. I hope you’re happy. I hope you got just what you wanted out of this, rookie.” The nickname that had once came with a twitch of a smile and a shine to Felicia’s eyes was now filled with nothing but hurt, acid dripping from each letter. 

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[ruthlessluck]

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s FELICIA HARDY/BLACK CAT, a ANTI-HERO from MARVEL! SHE is 28 years old and look an awful lot like ASLIHAN MALBORA. I hear they are employed as a CAT BURGLAR. Rumor has it they are UNAFFILIATED. I wonder what they’ll find with their new beginning!

yes, she is HERE your favorite anti-hero/anti-villain and her grand return! below the cut is a few lil tidbits about her! (a few i say as it’s a whole bio oops)

trigger warnings for: brief mention of sexual assault, murderous intent, death, car accident.

Felicia was born to Walter and Lydia Hardy. Walter was a well-known cat burglar who made sure to teach Felicia to never settle for second best. That she was worth more than just to aspire to be close to what she wanted, but to actually go and get what she wanted in life. Her high confidence level started with never settling and always aspiring for the things she wanted. 

SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTION: When attending college Felicia met another student named Ryan. She became close friends with him, best friends even, when he saved her from a creepy man at a party. They spent most of their time together, Felicia caring deeply for the man she thought was her best friend. It wasn’t until one night Ryan demanded things get physical that he assaulted Felicia. She hated how weak she had felt in that moment and vowed revenge. She was going to kill Ryan. 

Felicia spent months preparing to kill Ryan, training in various forms of combat and acrobatics to get her revenge. Though, that moment never came. Ryan was killed in a car accident. She was beyond angry that she felt her chance to get revenge on her assaulter was taken from her. With her new skills, Felicia went ahead and followed in father’s footsteps to become a cat burglar. 

It didn’t go as intended, getting arrested and sent to prison. Though, she didn’t stay long, being broken out by her father’s mentor: Black Fox. He then took Felicia on as a pupil, Felicia then choosing the costumed alias of Black Cat. In costume for the very first time, intent on breaking her father out of prison, was when she first met Spider-Man.

There was something about Spider-Man that had initially drew Felicia in, feeling some sort of kinship with the solo hero. She felt a trust begin to build with a new man for the first time in a long time and grew to develop feelings for the hero. His influence on her is a constant battle of her wavering between an anti-hero to anti-villain sort of status. It wasn’t until their relationship soured and ultimately ended before she fell towards the anti-villain status. 

Her powers had come from a deal made with Kingpin. His scientists worked to create what was ultimately her ‘bad luck’ powers, tychokinesis. Where her powers were to cause bad luck to others and her own luck in return was insanely good. Her powers had been wiped out by Dr. Strange before Doc Tramma was able to give them back to her. Cybernetic enhancements grafted by Doc Tramma were also how she obtained the ability to grow her nails out into sharp claws. 

Now working in the criminal underground, Felicia began stealing tech. She grew her empire, earning money and power as she continued to steal and use her henchmen to do a good portion of her bidding. Then came Silk, claiming she wanted to join. Felicia was apprehensive at first, unsure if she could trust the hero who now claimed to be bad. It took time and a mission proving herself before Felicia trusted Silk, forming an understanding with her she didn’t feel she had with anyone else. That was until she put a bug on her and heard that it was all a ruse. That Silk was undercover for SHIELD and was going to give her up. Feigning ignorance, Felicia led Silk to a building where she was busted. The pair got into a fight onto the rooftop, Felicia leaving Silk on the rooftop bleeding as she ran away, her operation properly ruined and feeling a betrayal like nothing else.

It was after this that Felicia fled to Madripoor, trying to rebuild her business before she could show her face back in New York. It was there that she started to work with Sharon while she was the Power Broker. Sharon helped her build up her connections and earn money, jobs, anything she could need to get back onto her feet. Once back on her feet, Felicia made her way back to New York. Intending to go back to her cat burglar ways she has returned and will be making herself known.

[ruthlessluck]

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Black Cat in Marvel’s Spider-Man (2018)

[rhodeytony]

i crossed my heart as you crossed the line