FELICIA HARDY (616)

Everytime Cindy felt like she got the upper hand on what the hell she was doing in her life, something was always there to throw a giant wrench into everything.

First it was saving her brother from Goblin Nation. Then, it was finding her parents. Check, and check.

Therapy seemed like it would be good for her. And it was, for awhile. Until she realized her therapist was Saya's brother, and it was all a setup. She hadn't seen Saya since the night she killed Kasha-- and honestly she wasn't sure she wanted to. It wasn't like any of that even mattered anyways, because now she found herself in another reality, with no Albert, and no Lola.

So, life was throwing her another wrench. If Cindy had learned anything, it was that she was stronger than she thought. If she could get through as much loss and whiplash as she already had, she could get through this and get herself home.

Currently, she was just sitting on the top of a vaguely familiar skyscraper in the city, staring off into the slightly different New York skyline that she'd once come to memorize like the back of her hand. Things were different here, and she'd have to navigate that if she was going to find a way back. It was nice and quiet up there for awhile as she just sat there and hugged her knees close to her chest, until she heard the sound of someone landing behind her.

She hadn't been looking for Silk. Not entirely, at least. It wasn't as if Felicia had set out scouring the city to find her. If they happened to run into each other, it would be a nice surprise. If not, she'd return with her pockets heavier and a guarantee that rent would be paid.

Before reality had swallowed everyone up, the two had begun an unlikely friendship. Drinks, karaoke, hanging out. It had been a pleasant connection that Felicia hadn't been expecting. She had kept everyone at arms length for a long time; it was a survival strategy, a coping mechanism for when she was inevitably let down by someone she expected better from. Over the year's, she'd learn to let people in like Peter and MJ. The latter had been unplanned but was now surprisingly welcome. Still, it felt foreign at times.

Was Felicia into Cindy? She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little attracted to her. The whole schtick she had going on was working. They were polar opposites demeanor and outlook wise, but her personality wasn't entirely aggravating. As it stood, there was worse to run into.

"Mm, I'm going to have to stop you right there," Felicia held a hand up. The grappling hook that was concealed by her glove clicked back into place. "I put up with a lot from you spider-people, but cat puns belong to me. I'd recommend you stay in your lane, Silk."

Peter was sitting quietly in the lab looking at another set of blood samples. Call it morbid curiosity, but he was dying to know how different each of their (spider-man's) blood was from one universe to the next. He was in the middle of swapping them out when he kept hearing a shuffling of feet. He looked up, seeing someone that was either lost or definitely looking for...--well, anywhere but here.

There was absolutely no way that that Felicia was staying in some musty, dank storage unit that they claimed made acceptable lodging. She had gotten herself an apartment in Manhattan after running a few jobs, but her contract with Beyond Corp occasionally called for her to pop in to the Avenger's Compound. As the voice cut through the silence between them, it took a second for Felicia's brain to realize that it wasn't Peter speaking to her. Well, it was, but it wasn't. A variant — that was what they called them, right? She had one or two running around but hadn't cared enough to look into it.

"There's a lot of things I'd do, but use a public bathroom here isn't one of them." Felicia sniffed. "What're you up to?"