A Black Cat crossing your path.

"I'm not a hero. I'm a thief. Born a thief. Raised a thief. Will die a thief."Felicia Hardy Eighteen That girl is a problem.(Closed RP blog for avengershqs)

[unluckyfeline]

aliasjessica-jones:

“You know what? Why stick with just either of, when I can have them all… I’ll pay them a visit.” She said with a shrug, she hated vigilante work, she hated working with the police, beating them up wasn’t exactly going to do any good but she could get the pictures go to the police have them taken off the streets and if they returned then she’d punch their lights out for selling to young kids. Jessica turned to the young girl with a raised eyebrow, did this girl actually offered an actual PI her services? Was it the I know how to stalk social media kinda finding things or other? “You know finding things and knowing stuff is basically my job description right?” If anything she could appreciate the confidence.

“Wow. You must have a lot of friends or you into a lot of heavy shit.” She had never heard anyone wanting it all really. This PI must be into some crazy stuff. She wrote down the numbers on a small slip of paper as she handed it over. “Looks like your in for a fun night.” Felicia then shrugged at her words. “Yeah, well, I feel like you wouldn’t know how to penetrate my circles. No offense.” Felicia said, gesturing to her manner of dress. “But me, I think you’d be surprised how good at it I am. School sucks and...pass me you phone.” Perhaps it was better to show and tell.

[unluckyfeline]

aliasjessica-jones:

Jessica nodded and shrugged. She was more likely to punch the sharks than she was to either get attacked by them or swim with them but she had seen Trish charm the hell out of people she’d rather beat. I don’t have your strength, I have to win my battles with other methods.… Fucking Trish, she sighed and shook her head, that was a subject she was actively avoiding thinking about.

She looked at the girl when she offered a dealer and raised an eyebrow, again the world kept fucking trying to push the vigilante shit on her and now Trish, she wasn’t someone that could preach on addiction and good decisions but whenever kids were involved it always reminded her of Trish, so young with her eyeliner running down her face hugging the toilet or with staring at something only she could see and blown pupils, blank expression or the supper chipper, fake happy attitude and she shrugged. “Should I could use a dealer.” She agreed. “Just tell me the name, I can find them myself.” Jessica shrugged. “Yes.” How she wished her job consisted only on cheating husbands, she sort of missed those days sometimes, now it was mostly vigilante shit that fell onto her lap… Her biggest weakness was still that some times she cared.

Felicia looked her up and down for a moment before she asked. “Well, what are you after? Ups or downs? Soft or do you prefer things a little more hardcore?” Rich people with too much time on their hands always seemed to know where to score and have an abundance of it as well. She couldn’t really tell if this lady was into her stuff or maybe she was one of those people desperate. “I have Brett and Clyde for ups. Josh and Steven for downers. You can’t throw my name in though. I have to maintain my Upper East Side Marcia Brady charm and all that bullshit.” She sometimes felt like Serena van der Woodsen was some twisted parody of herself or Marissa Cooper. Basically any melodramatic popular girl you could find. “Cool, well, you should take my number. I have a way of finding things out that I am not supposed to.”

[unluckyfeline]

holderoftheeye:

Stephen let out an actual laugh before shaking his head ‘no’. “I am well past medical school. I’ve earned my degree and had a great career as a neurosurgeon–” he stopped mid-sentence and redirected, “but now I’m happy as a master of the mystic arts.” He cleared his throat before raising a brow at her reply. “Interesting,” was all he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. “Depends on what’s the age group and pay,” he shot back, still holding his brow high. “Why? Do you?”

“Wow. So, you got everything you wanted and some what? Career change?” She found that pretty strange that he would have such a career many could only dream of and yet he was some magic dude now. She wasn’t sure if it was an upgrade or a downgrade. “I’m a cheerleader. I’m meant to do some tricks, hooray a few times and keep my straight A average. Painfully typical.”

[unluckyfeline]

thatspideykid:

Peter raised a brow as she walked past him to eye up the building, something that he had already done while waiting for her. But he would be civil, they were partners after all. Once the mission was taken care of, then he could fire back. That was the plan. Or so he hoped. 

“Black Cat! You can’t just-” But she was off, heading towards the home all on her own. So this was how it was going to be. Oh boy, he was in for some trouble. He shot a web and swung after her, landing on the balcony behind her. “We’re a team, you can’t just go and do whatever you want, we have to be on the same page,” he told her, whispering just in case. He knew no one was there, but hell, he was paranoid. 

“Let’s just.. try to have a plan. His computer should be right in this room here,” Peter said as he motioned in front of them, “So all we have to do is hack his files, gather the information, and we’re golden, okay? And we stick together. No if, ands, or buts. Got it?” He asked her before stepping past her and sliding through the door. The coast seemed clear, no security alarms going off. This was good. 

She raised an eyebrow behind the mask. One thing she wasn’t used to was working in a team. All of her work had been solo and she didn’t see that changing anytime soon. Her power was a selfish one anyway and people usually ended up doing something to you one way or another. She had convinced herself she was better off alone. “Baby with me, I’m a wild card. You just have to keep up instead of playing by the rules. Who knows? You might actually have a little fun.” She told him playfully.

“The plan is that you stand back and let a professional do her work. Your doing this because this is your moral compass or whatever. I’m doing this because this is my job.” Felicia muttered before she smirked. “Don’t worry, Spider. Me and you can stick together all night.” She said as they walked towards the door and she noticed a keypad. “Password protected.” She scratched her chin as she thought before she shrugged and closed her eyes, seemingly keying in a random four digit number. A random number that just so happened to be right.

As the doors opened, Felicia raised her hand so the webhead didn’t get ahead of himself as looked around. “The security wouldn’t be that easy.” She murmured, pulling a canister of spray from her utility belt and began spraying the air. For a moment it hovered before revealing the laser security system. “Ladies first? Or would you rather have me watch you try in that little suit which doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination by the way.”

[unluckyfeline]

thatspideykid:

“W-w-what?” Peter’s eyes widened at her words, making him falter a bit. God, she always seemed to know what to say to throw him off of his game. And they were partnered up why? Oh, right. She was a thief. Of course she was of good use in a situation like this. However, he thought he was quite okay on his own. SHIELD must have thought differently.

“Maybe we should save the kissing until after we’ve successfully retrieved those files. Can go celebrating prematurely,” Peter jabbed back, trying to stay cool and calm. This would be easy, given the chance that she actually worked with him and didn’t decided to leave him for dead. He barely knew this person, and now he had to trust her on an important mission? Oh yeah, what could possibly go wrong.

“So, I already did a scan of the building. No one is home, so that makes our job a lot easier right off the back,” he explained, getting right down to business. “But like you said, security is tight. One wrong move and those alarms are going off and alerting this guy right away. There’s an entrance on the west wing that looks easy enough to get into, give your.. whatever it is that you use to get in and out of buildings. We grab what we need, and get out as fast as we can. Who knows when he’ll be back.”

As he stuttered, dark red lips curving into a mischievous smile. Well, he certainly hadn’t changed since their last encounter. Still that stuttering guy she had met previously. Maybe there was a silver lining to this situation. “I didn’t stutter.” She humored as she stepped towards him again. After all, if she was going to be hired to do this, she might as well have a little fun. After all, she was certain they tasked their little webhead to try and stop her taking off with the intel. After all, the consequence of being a great thief was that you often lose the trust of people.

“I’ll hold that and more against you, Spidey.” She ran a claw under his chin before she stepped past him and looked back over the building they were having to get into. “Just cause she could play, didn’t mean this wasn’t serious to her. Perhaps not for the same reasons. She was in it for the money since hero work wasn’t really her speed. She tried that and it almost got her killed and with these powers.

“Well look at you, being all useful.” Her tone was teasing as she crouched down again at the edge of the building as her eyes narrowed a little. “Don’t be so serious. I’ve cracked harder places than this.” She stood back up and stretched. “Feel free to follow behind me. That way you can get a really good view.” She launched herself off the ledge down onto the balcony entrance of the west wing. She tried to handle and to her surprise, it was already open. “Looks like you were right.” She said as she looked around.

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thatspideykid:

“Get in, get what you need, get out,” Peter had mumbled to himself over and over again as he waited a distance away from the home. He was waiting for his partner, whatever that meant. Not like he wasn’t used to teamwork, working with the Avengers and what not. But the whole situation was odd..

Peter was on his way home from school, it was like any average day, when suddenly he was approached by S.H.I.E.L.D. They said that they needed him for a special assignment. He was to recover information from some man’s home by the name of Holden Radcliffe. Apparently there’s this android called AIDA that was stolen and now S.H.I.E.L.D. was desperate to get any and all information to get it back. And the kicker? HYDRA wanted the information just as bad. So that was great.

Oh, and lastly? He was given a partner. That’s who he was waiting for from his spot a good distance from the home. He wasn’t given much details about this partner other than she was a young woman who was stealthy enough for the job. As if he couldn’t do it on his own? God, he really hoped this woman wasn’t going to be like a babysitter. 

Suddenly, Peter’s senses heightened, hearing someone approaching from behind. “Well, it’s about time you showed up, part-” he turned around, seeing the criminal from earlier in the week. “-ner… Black Cat? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be… I don’t know, stealing something elsewhere?” Not the smoothest, but it’ll do.

Felicia was just finishing up packing from cheer practice when she was approached by S.H.I.E.L.D. of all people. Despite their requests, of course Felicia played dumb to what they were asking. However, they had apparently caught her little trick at the last party so they believed she had the fingers nimble enough to pinch what they needed. She finally agreed that in return she would receive a good pay off from it. After all, she was no hero. Just a thief.

Though given time to change, she didn’t like the idea of S.H.I.E.L.D. knowing she was Black Cat. It could make things a bit more complicated for her night time activities but also could make things a little more exciting for herself. However, after being told she would have a partner with her, she wasn’t too pleased. Not that she blamed them that there would have to be someone there to make sure she didn’t take any tips for herself or worse, the information they were after and sell it on.

Finally in costume and at the meeting point, her lips broke into a full smirk. “Is that some extra webbing in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” She humored as she stretched a little. “Well, sorry to rain on your parade but clearly, when it comes to taking things that don’t belong to you, I’m far better at it.” She murmured as she crouched down on her tiptoes, looking over the target’s place. “I’m sure your all fine and dandy with thinking your a warrior, Spidey but I doubt you can tell how security works and my, my, it is locked up tight. Interesting.” Felicia stood back up and looked over at him. “Before we go in, want to kiss me like you miss me, Webhead? Just one for good luck.” She teased.

[unluckyfeline]

aliasjessica-jones:

Jessica studied the girl for a moment, what kind of hiding did she mean? “I hate it.” Was all she replied still studying the girl. “I’m not exactly fan of following… the world’s a shitty place, people who keep it turning are shitty people.” She frowned, The Fucking Hand, the Kung Fu party… Matt. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Maybe I’m just looking for my dealer.” She replied with a sarcastic smirk. She could have made a joke about offering kids candy and show them her van, she had a very dark humor after all but that was not something she joked about anymore so she just shrugged her shoulders. “I’m a PI.”

“Yeah, neither am I. Yet family money comes with strings attached. Besides, you must of gone to high school at one point. I’d rather swim with the sharks than be eaten alive by them. Survival and all that.” Felicia just couldn’t wait to graduate. Unlike her mother who desired her little straight A student to go to some Ivy league school, Felicia had the far better idea of just escaping her civilian identity completely. No longer would she be the Felicia Hardy; the victim socialite. She would be Black Cat; the biggest thief of the underground and stealing jewels and hearts. “If it is a dealer you want, I could help FYI.” Felicia looked over to the woman. “You go after like the cheating husbands and stuff, right? Or are you a little more...out there.”

[unluckyfeline]

holderoftheeye:

Strange squinted before tilting his head as he watched her.  Silently he weaved a spell to restore the apple back to its original state. “True satire is that you’re eating an apple and I’m a doctor, and yet I haven’t gone away.” He deadpanned, allowing only a small smirk on his lips. “Probability?” He asked-more guessed, raising a brow. “I thought I sensed something…” He stopped mid-sentence and laughed at her assumption. “No, I’m a Sorcerer, as by evidence of your apple.”

Felicia tried to hide her astonishment as the apple seemed to be restored as if she didn’t just took a bite out of it. “Take it your stuck in medical school bills so your a part-time magician or something?” Hide everything in sass and a smart mouth. “What? No. My mother always said that pretty girls have a power all of their own now days. The power of choices.” She didn’t want to give her secrets away. Plus the whole debate was if it was really a power. She believed so. “So you do birthday parties?”

[unluckyfeline]

thatspideykid:

Everything about Felicia was intense. She was the it girl at their school, all the girls wanted to be friends with her and all the guys wanted her. But she definitely wasn’t the typical popular girl, at least not in Peter’s eyes. Then again, he didn’t really know her all that well. He could be totally wrong about her. He was about most things.

When she had stopped him, Peter turned around to see her approaching him. He nearly felt his eyes pop out of his head at her offer, looking around as if to make sure cameras weren’t on him, as if it was some sort of joke. “Oh, um.. Yeah, totally!” Peter began to smile, rubbing the back of his neck a bit nervously. “We could.. definitely do something different. Um,” he looked around before reaching into his pocket for his phone. 

“If you want to just.. put your number in, we can coordinate something,” Peter said as he handed his phone off to her. God, was he dreaming? Surely this was all some sort of plot against him right? He honestly didn’t care at the moment.

Felicia looked him up and down and he seemed stunned. “Don’t get the wrong idea.” She told him. Was it even that? She was sure it wasn’t but maybe it wouldn’t hurt? No way. Despite her less than professional interest in the wed-head, she didn’t know if she was capable of it. She wanted to leave Felicia Hardy behind and her life had been turned upside down ever since the secret of her father was revealed to her and she got these crazy powers. For being called after a feline omen of bad luck, she sure had some rough days. Peter could never keep up or even cope with her and her baggage.

“By different, I don’t mean sitting in some corner with your pal over there or practicing decathlon questions.” Felicia said before she assured him. “I am kidding.” She took his phone and began typing in her number. “I give you full bragging rights to your little friend over there.” She humored a little as she handed him back his phone. “I’ll be seeing you around, Parker.”

[unluckyfeline]

holderoftheeye:

Strange’s brows shot up at her offer. It was in that moment that he highly considered to keep walking and to pretend that he never stopped to talk with her. “As fun as that would seem….” he frowned and shook his head, “I’ll have to pass, but maybe the next time.” He flashed her a quick smile before sighing and wondering just how much of a walking detour it would take him to go to his grocer’s. “I’m sure nothing about that would be suspicious at all,” he replied dryly, “why aren’t you practicing with them?”

“I can’t judge. Whatever floats your boat.” Felicia humored as she continued to eat his apple. She laughed a little at his statement before she thought about his question. “I guess you can say I don’t really ever have to worry. Things just seem to work out for me. Guess you can say I’m lucky.” If only he knew how lucky she was. “What do you do? By the moustache I’d assume something that you have to be eighteen and over to view.”

[unluckyfeline]

aliasjessica-jones:

Jessica couldn’t help the disgusted expression before shaking her head to clear it. “Yeah I never got people’s desire to be popular either.” She said, Trish was popular, too popular in fact, back in high school and she had spent most of her time high, drunk or both to cope… But the abusive mother probably played a hand in that more than the popularity did. “People want to be around you when you’re popular and people are either assholes, stupid or both.” There were some very few exceptions here and there. She didn’t comment on the uniform because the girl was a kid and she was an asshole but not the kind that’d admit to a girl wearing a cheerleader uniform that not even Kilgrave and his mind control would get her into one… Though the clothes he made her wear weren’t that better. She shrugged, she was too sober to handle some teenage girl existential crisis or whatever. “You do you.” She shrugged. “Jessica.” She introduced herself looking around for her target.

Felicia shrugged with a small sigh. “I find it is always a good way to hide in plain sight. Besides, I like the attention.” She admitted. After all, she assumed it came with the whole daddy issues territory and all that noise. God, she was so typical.  When Jessica spoke about being surrounded by the wrong kind of people when you were popular, she made a sound under her breath. She couldn’t agree more. Maybe being Party Hardy wasn’t as much fun after that incident. “Yeah but they seem to be ones who keep the world turning.” As she introduced herself, Felicia spoke up. “So, what do you do? I just presume you work or something. Your looking round here like you’ve lost something or maybe he stood you up.”

[unluckyfeline]

thatspideykid:

Peter gave a tight lipped smile, nodding as he looked at her through the fence. “That was pretty.. crappy of me, I’m sorry,” he looked to her with a bashful smile. But what was he supposed to do? Tell her he’d be right back, he had to be a hero real quick? She’d look at him like he were nuts. There’s not a shot in hell she would ever believe him.

When she mentioned Spider-man however, Peter’s smile widened a bit, but he tried to fight it, not wanting to give anything away. Licking his lips, he looked down with a soft laugh before looking back up at her. “I hear he’s a great guy,” he nodded, feeling a bit bashful that she found Spider-man so impressive. Her and everyone else who didn’t know it was actually him. 

“Oh, Ned?” Peter turned and looked to his friend who was busy in his book to even notice where or who Peter was talking to. “He’s cool, I don’t think he’d necessarily care. If anything he’d be.. shocked you’d even give me the time of day.” Great, Peter. Felicia already knows your a loser, don’t need to make it worse. 

“Well, I just wanted to make sure you were all good, so… Yeah,” Peter clapped his hands together awkwardly as he began to turn away. He shut his eyes, feeling like a completely and utter idiot.

Felicia leaned against the chain link fence before she spoke. “Yeah, I thought the nerds were supposed to be the good guys that cheer leaders are supposed to like rather than the basketball team or whatever.” It was a touch of humor. However, since her last so called boyfriend, she had swore off dating guys for the foreseeable future. Maybe she could see if a certain spider would chase this cat around again.

“Hear? You got his cell too?” Felicia laughed a little. Like Peter would know anything remotely superhero. He was an intern for Stark but she didn’t think he would have anything to do with that side of things. Maybe Stark liked to keep his little lapdog closer than she believed.

She looked back to his friend for a moment before she spoke up. “Ned?” She said in disbelief before she tightened her lips to not laugh. She instantly thought of Ned Flanders of all people. “He doesn’t care about me? I’m shocked.” She was joking of course before she laughed under her breath. “I’m not all that special, Peter. I am just a girl who goes to the same school and cheers.” That was how she viewed it. 

As he began to walk away, Felicia watched him, hesitating for a moment before she poke up. Hoping over the gate, she caught up to him. “How about you make it up to me? Believe it or not, I don’t party all the time and I like new things. Maybe you can show me something new.”

[unluckyfeline]

thatspideykid:

“Serious, I am completely jealous of your life, I mean.. now the X-Men? It’s just wild,” Ned had gushed to Peter after hearing all about the latest activity going on in Peter’s life. Peter just smiled shyly and as he sat in the grass of the large park, picking at grass and tossing it aside. The week had been.. hectic to say the least. He had so much going on and so much happening, he hasn’t really stopped to gather his bearings. He went from one thing to the next and May was starting to get worried. So he figured he would actually lay low for a while. Perfect way to do so is relaxing in the park after school with Ned, working on some school work. 

“What can I say, things just keep getting more and more crazy,” Peter chuckled as he looked over at their schools cheer-leading team in the field a few yards away. He supposed that was one way for them to promote themselves, right? However, his main focus was on the dark haired girl by the fence. Peter;s eyes locked on her, thinking back to the party. He hadn’t spoken to her since, but figured maybe he owed her some form of an explanation for ‘disappearing’ on her. “Hey, I’ll be right back,” he told Ned as he placed his book aside and stood up.

Brushing off the grass blades from his jeans, Peter made his way over to the fence, standing a few feet away once she began to speak to him. “I know all about cringey uniforms,” he chuckled lightly, quickly adding on, “You know, because of the decathlon team. Those blazers aren’t exactly show stopping.” He paused, looking around as he put his hands into his pockets. “So.. I know we haven’t talked since that whole event and I uh.. I guess I just wanted to make sure you were okay. It was.. scary, what happened.”

Felicia looked over at Peter and then spoke. “Sorry to disappoint but I’m not in any near death situations for you to abandon me in.” Of course she didn’t actually expect Peter to do anything. He was a nerd at heart and what could he really do? if anything, she was pretty sure it would be her saving him since she had the powers and Peter was just so...Peter. At his reference to the decathlon team uniform, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I don’t know. We could trade.” She teased a little bit with half a smirk.

“I guess. I’m Party Hardy, remember? It wouldn’t be a party without something happening.” She said, rolling with what happened. “Besides, I got to meet Spider-Man.” She confessed. “He helped me out I suppose. Not like I needed it. He was awesome though and that is coming from me.” Felicia didn’t want to seem like a fan-girl which was what she totally was. “I guess it had its silver lining.”

Felicia looked over to his friend. “Isn’t your geeky friend missing you? He might be scared that I’m going to shove your head down the toilet or if you have gone totally mad.”

[unluckyfeline]

ofcxptains:

the usb wasn’t the most important thing in the world but it did hold sensitive information about a few s.h.i.e.l.d agents that steve would prefer not to have out in the public. this was the first time he’d ever seen the girl. vigilantes were becoming more and more popular these days.

         “you broke in, that isn’t exactly finders keepers.” he stated as he took a step towards the other. “take off the man and then maybe we can discuss me not hurting you.” steve said, his eyes moving up and down her to see if she was concealing a weapon. “if you have the guts to put on a costume and a mask then break into a s.h.i.e.l.d facility then i don’t mind hurting you just a little.”

“Same difference.” Felicia retorted. This wasn’t the sort of attention she was expecting to attract. There was a difference between an agent or something of the sort and Captain America. her eyes glanced around. She could still have the edge. After all, she had to make sure as a thief, that she had several escape routes. She just hoped lady luck would be shining down on her. She was going to need all she could get.

“Take of the mask? No way. Bad for business.” She commented. As he declared that he had no problem bringing her in, her lips tightened. So, this was how it was going to go down. “Well, to hurt me, your going to have to catch me. Haven’t you ever heard crossing a black cat curses you with bad luck?” With that, she darted, heading for the edge of the roof.

[unluckyfeline]

aliasjessica-jones:

Jessica looked at where the girl had pointed and scoffed, Trish Walker was her best friend she had gotten the third person experience of the whole child star thing, that was probably the peak of High School frivolities. “Yes, mostly just sad… There’re worst things though.” She lost her parents in High School, so the whole popularity and everything else bullshit hadn’t affected her enough, not compared to everything else.

She chuckled at the mental image of what would have happened if she had joined the cheerleaders like Dorothy wanted to and discovered her powers by hurling the head cheerleader into the sky… Of course it was just an entertaining thought as bitchy as the girl was, she’d have probably died if that had happen.

“If it makes you cringe why do it though?”

“Felicia looked over the the woman and to be honest, she was took aback a little. No, it wasn’t the awesome jacket. Okay maybe it was a little bit. It was the instant vibe of just not giving a damn and Felicia liked that vibe. Who knows? The woman could be a complete loser but she had a nice damn jacket.

at her question, she looked back at the girls laughing and playing around. She wasn’t like them and in a way she was envious. However, since that incident and that near death experience giving her powers, well, she just couldn’t relate to what she used to be into. “It is what girls are supposed to do, right? Be popular. Date some captain of a lame sports team. Besides, I get cute uniforms.” Felicia humored in a dry manner. “I’m Felicia by the way.”

[unluckyfeline]

holderoftheeye:

Stephen wasn’t paying attention as he took a walk about the city. Usually the time he took out of his day to take in the scenery was when he was astral projecting, and right now? He was doing the less-than glamorous job of grocery shopping. He’d made it a rule to keep doing that the normal way, because if he used his magic for everything, well, both he and Wong would get very lazy.

He hadn’t even made it to his favorite grocery market when he spotted what looked to be a group of teenagers practicing their routines. He wasn’t the type to stop and watch, as it would be incredibly… suspicious, but he did notice a girl move off and away from them and momentarily wondered what she was up to.

Still, he wanted to continue on his way, deciding it was none of his business. However, something seemed to happen as tried to cross the street and found the road was blocked. “Curious…” he muttered, before spotting a sign pointing towards the girl that stated that was the detour. Shrugging, Strange began to head in her direction, only stopping when she spoke up. His eyes followed her gaze as he raised a brow at the girl falling and then landed his sight back onto the original girl. “Which part should make me cringe? Cheer-leading or her completely failing at supporting her team?”

Felicia looked over at him and scoffed a little under her breath. She knew how typical it was. Girl who is a cheerleader also too cool for cheer leading. Yeah, she was pretty much in that box. She looked him up and down for a moment before she spoke. “You want to borrow my uniform? I’m sure there is a spare set of pom poms for you.” That was then she bit into an apple. One straight out of that grocery bag but, with a skill set such as her own, she had a way of getting what she wanted with nimble fingers and luck on her side. “I mean, a cheer leading man with a bunch of teen girls. Like that isn’t edgy.” It was clear she was just winding him up but still, it was what she did best.

[unluckyfeline]

To look at the young Felicia Hardy, you’d think it was a girl who had things pretty easy. She came from an affluent family. She was a natural socialite. She was a great student, head cheerleader and resident ‘it’ girl in school. She had learned well how to lie and mask the darkness within her since things went south. However, even she couldn’t maintain that forever. Practicing with the squad through a routine, though she did her best to be engaged, she just wasn’t having it.

After being top of the pyramid for the umpteenth time, Felicia finally went on her own break and leaned against the chain link fence. She didn’t get why the team insisted they do this out in some park rather than just wait till they were back in school. She was even in the school’s t-shirt and shorts for practice in her own time. She was more in thought about what was on that USB stick. She thought it was information for insider trading but it seemed Black Cat had attracted some attention.

Hearing someone come right by here and stop, Felicia glanced over. “This is going to sound ironic in my uniform but doesn’t it make you cringe just a little?” She asked, looking at her own squad continuing the practice, her own powers kicking in to allow one girl to buckle at the base of the human pyramid.