M stands for Magneto...and Mischief {Wanda & Black Cat}
Felicia clasped the cold and shiny helmet in her hands. "How much pain, memories, leadership this man represents, and by extension this helmet as a symbol." She smirked before continuing her strut, it was a very profound thought and one that both surprised and impressed her with herself. "Wonder why his daughter would want me to steal it right from under his nose?" She reflected on this thought as a smudge in her make up caught her eye. "Oh dear. That must of happened somewhere between getting past the Brotherhood without making a sound and traversing the Manhattan rooftops." She chuckled to herself as she neared the corridor doors of the one time criminal, one time avenger, and all the time slightly crazy Scarlet Witch.
She was surprised when the witch in blood red uniform called Felicia for her services. They had both had turned over a new leaf, Felicia and Wanda. It seemed odd that she would have a request that could bring up bad habits for either of them. Then again, Felicia felt like she had only partially turned over a new leaf as SHIELD seemed to take full advantage of her thieving impulses. Sending her on a mission every now and then just to simply spy, or to steal intelligence information or artifacts right from under the enemy. Even infiltrating an enemy base and pretending to be one of them, while stealing secrets and information for months at a time. It was the perfect gig really, do what she had always done...however even though she was working for a government agency, she was not a government dog. She was still the same cat, and Fury seemed to even turn a blind eye, err bad choice of wording, to what she was doing and would let her get away with taking a little extra every now and then if she did what was asked of her.
She let her muddled thoughts of what she was doing fade away. Felicia was inches from getting her reward, and who knows maybe some answers about the heist. She purred out a, "hello?" Knocked three times before letting the greeting radiate from her slender body once more. "Knock. Knock. Knock. Hello? Ms. Maxinoff? You there? It's the cat...with uh..." she glanced at the helmet, looking for the right word. "With the family heirloom you asked for?" She weakly smiled as the statement came out more like a question. "I'll just be waiting...uh rather awkwardly, ya know exposed...in the Avengers Mansion. With this....heirloom." She swayed back and forth as she waited for the witch to retrieve her from this limbo.