cat got your tongue?

why felicia’s gotten into the habit of asking harry if she can come over after a black cat run, she doesn’t really know or understand herself. she’s trying to rationalize it by telling herself that his penthouse is closer than her little apartment in brooklyn and not because she finds harry osborn a comforting, soothing presence. no, it wasn’t that at all- it was more convenience than anything else. at least, that’s what she’s trying to repeat to herself as she’s swinging from building to building until she’s landing on the rooftop of his penthouse. felicia catches a glance of herself in one of the skylight windows above his living room, a frustrated sigh as she knows she’s a little beat up. what excuse could she possibly use this time? the blonde’s quick to twist the small ring on her glove and let the suit slip off her completely before pulling on a tye-dyed QUEENS shirt and a pair of leggings. her ponytail’s just messy enough to make it look like she was working out or something and that’s simply the route she’s gonna take if he asks. she’s quietly making her way down the fire escape and towards the front entrance, knocking twice before slowly making her way inside. she can hear the familiar voice from his office, a small smirk on her lips as she toes out of her shoes and sets her bag near the large couch. “uh, i guess you could say that. don’t stop working on my account though, you’re a busy man, harold.”

felicia can hear him slipping up, almost saying her name and she can feel a twinge of panic in the back of her head. does spiderman know who she is? and if so... does she know who he is? she keeps her composure to the best of her ability, keeping her gaze set straight ahead towards the skyline, feeling the familiar buzz on her skin when she feels him stepping closer to her again. “i just wish you’d see things from my perspective sometimes but you never can. and that’s alright- you just can’t expect me to completely change who i am.” she pauses, listening to what he’s saying, letting a little bit of guilt wash over her. felicia sighs and turns around, eyeing him curiously. who could spiderman be? would everything between them change if she knew who was under the mask? his commentary’s breaking through her train of thought and the blonde simply closes the small space between them again, rolling his mask back up and pulling him in for a soft kiss. “we do make a pretty good team, don’t we? i think i just need a little more convincing, spider.”

when felicia notices the ring natasha’s eyeing, a bright smile crosses her lips. although she didn’t know bucky well or at all really, she could definitely see him wearing a ring like that. it definitely went with his whole metal arm aesthetic. “i can do a simple N, that’s no problem. and yes, i do. honestly, it’s really pretty. simple but elegant... he doesn’t seem like the type to want anything flashy.” the blonde’s happily grabbing it and handing it off to one of the employees to get it engraved in the back room. honestly, the gesture alone was enough to make felicia whimsical about love--- something she hadn’t encountered in a very long time. to see someone so subtly but madly in love with someone made her ache for someone of her own but for the time being, she simply liked being able to help create memories for others. “if you don’t mind me asking, how long have you guys been together?”

“never is. i’m trapped, spider- there’s just nothing i can do about it until it’s all over and done for. and i dunno about you but i kind of like staying alive. let’s face it, you’d be bored without me,” she coos, moving her hands up to roll his mask up enough to expose his lips to her. “you’re the friendly neighborhood spiderman, of course it’s squeaky clean.” felicia grins as she leans in close enough to brush her lips against his, just barely ghosting them. “but i can think of a few different ways we can get it a little dirty.” but before she can go in to kiss him, he’s rambling on about hurting people’s businesses. and then he’s bringing up her store and felicia freezes for a moment, fingers dancing along his shoulders for a moment. she decides to roll his mask back down and lets out a soft sigh, taking a step back to put some space between them. “that’s where you always misunderstand me, spider. i don’t steal from normal, hardworking folk --- i steal from the rich. all those prissy, arrogant, new york socialites who hoard wealth, who literally do nothing of use with everything they have. they can afford to have some valuable paintings go missing.” she’s turning away from him, making her way back towards the edge of the rooftop. it was always the same song and dance with him; her making her own way through the world and him trying to convince her to be a goody-two shoes. she needed to survive and their moralities didn’t necessarily always align. “i’ve gotta say, lover --- sounding like an after-school special really kills the mood.”

the slight jab about being a new yorker makes a smirk cross felicia’s lips and she simply looks over at the blonde with a devilish expression in her eyes. “i do know all the hot spots and i’d be offended if you thought i didn’t. --- how do you feel about going out to a club? the night is still relatively young.”

felicia was used to having people wrapped around her finger but she had to admit, she never once thought she’d have pietro maximoff falling in line. “hm, i’m inclined to believe you but... at the same time, i still completely doubt that.” of course, she’s teasing him at this point but felicia also knows that she can’t possibly be the only woman that pietro’s courting which is simply why she pays the commentary no mind. “i usually work alone, pietro --- you’re one of very few people i’ve ever teamed up with. i think you should consider yourself pretty special.” she blinks in surprise when he’s pressing another kiss against her lips before smiling and slinking towards the door. with a flick of her thumb and the ring on her middle finger, felicia’s black cat suit is running up her arm and slipping onto her frame. she’s quick to use the retractable claws on her gloves to gently pick the lock from the door, smirking as it opens with a gentle hiss. “after you, speedy.”

“i’m quite the wanted woman these days, spider. but don’t worry, you’ll always be my  number one,” felicia teases, a small smirk on her lips. it did always seem like she was doing something for kingpin whenever her and spiderman ran into each other and truthfully, felicia had already tried to explain herself a few times. he never listened. “i’m up to my head in debt to him, wise guy. between my father and...” she pauses, almost mentioning the jewelry shop; if she’d accidentally revealed her identity, that would’ve landed her in a world of trouble. “my legacy... i have a lot of debts to repay. i don’t really have a choice- not everyone can have a squeaky clean reputation, now can they?” before she can say much else, he’s brushing some hair away from her mask which only makes felicia inch closer to him, her arms moving up to wind around his neck. “it’s the black cat redemption arc--- i’m trying here, spider, i really am. what can i say? you’ve really inspired me to do better.” felicia lets out a soft sigh, letting one clawed finger gently run along his jawline. “a girl’s still got bills to pay though so... sometimes i pick up odd jobs here and there. i’m not hurting anyone in the process though so that’s gotta count for something, right?”

“we must be cut from the same cloth then. i have the same mentality. sometimes, the chase is better than those who bend over backwards for us,” felicia shoots back playfully. she watches him examine the set carefully and there’s a part of her that’s almost convinced tony won’t actually want it. it wasn’t like felicia was desperate for a sale but she’d be lying to herself if gaining a sale from someone like tony stark wouldn’t keep this shop afloat for a few months. her face lights up slightly when he finally agrees that the necklace and earrings set might just work, trying to keep herself from passing out when he agrees to buy two of the watches as well. “and here i thought having the cojones to say something about your taste in women was gonna get me a libel lawsuit.” the blonde pauses, smiling up at him before grabbing two different watches; one silver and one black titanium with black opals gently wrapping around the wrist. “do you want me to wrap everything up for you?”

“i have quite a few friends, spider-- you’re not the only person on my radar these days, you know,” felicia coos, rolling her eyes playfully. at the mention of sandman, she finally looks over at him, a small smirk on her lips. “well, if i did see him, i would’ve called you a lot sooner, boy wonder.” the excuse is poor but for the time being, she doesn’t feel like picking a fight; she had much bigger fish to fry than spiderman ignoring her calls. dark eyes are searching the streets below them, still not catching sight of the man kingpin had told her about and now felicia’s starting to get a bit frustrated. “patrolling and keeping an eye out for someone on kingpin’s hit list. he’s gotten himself in quite the pickle and of course, he’s sending out his minions to do his dirty work for him. i’m just plan b of many.” she pauses, turning around to look at him with a smirk, one hand moving to trail along the small black spider on his chest. “why? does the idea of my newfound heroism turn you on?”

felicia’s perched on the edge of a rooftop, blonde ponytail swaying in the wind and she’s overlooking the busy new york streets below her. for once it seems like the city’s quiet- no avengers level threat or even a spiderman level threat outside of the missing mutants but... nothing felicia could do about that right now. yet, she still tries her best to keep a watch over things, it’s what the defenders would want and she’s actively trying her best to not fall back into old habits; no matter how tempting they might be. she hears a familiar twhip behind her, followed by footsteps and a smile graces her delicate features. “is that an itsy, bitsy spider i hear?” the blonde’s turning around as she comes face to face with spiderman, taking a few steps closer to him until she’s just a few mere inches away. “and here i thought you were ignoring my calls. where’ve you been, lover? keeping a low profile, i assume.”

“i’m liking where you’re going with this but,” felicia pauses to retract the claws back into her gloves, tilting her head curiously. “we’re gonna need a little bit more of a solid plan here, remy. and,” another pause as the guards start working on banging the door down. “we’re gonna need to move fast.”