Adventures of Black Cat.

Part 1: Confronting the King

In a luxury apartment in Downtown Manhattan, Felicia, in her curvaceous form and trademarked catsuit with white gloves and bushy cufflinks, lays on her side on the noticeably antique but expensively restored sofa as she plots her next diamond heist. As she finishes drawing up a floorplan as to how she will infiltrate the next building she visits, she puts her notepad to the side and puts her feet. She then turns and lays on her side to look in the mirror. Her laying on her side gives one the impression of seduction, cockiness, and overwhelming confidence in her physical and strategic abilities. She then bends one of her legs to accentuate the fullness of her figure.

She sees herself the mirror on the floor, a mirror not yet mounted as it was a part of her most recent heist, and thinks to herself:

Hmmm if Spiderman was in the room, the chances of him resisting such a temptation in me is….low. If it wasn’t that Mary Jane, I bet he would fly toward me like a bird out of a cage.

Suddenly, her confident demeanor takes a hit as she receives a rare phone call-a rarity in that her always being anonymous as a career thief makes her a recluse of sorts. She also uses a landline phone to ensure that no one tracks her signal through the phone towers. She picks up the landline phone and answers:

Felicia: Uhhh….hello?

King Pin: Ahhh Black Cat, you left a trail of litter behind in the form of Spiderman!

At first, Felicia thinks this is a prank call as she is disbelief, but quickly recognizes the voice.

Felicia: You have….MY spider! Get away from him you doughnut-shaped scum! I will claw you to bits if you hurt him!

King Pin: Meet me on the top off this apartment, I have a proposal for you that you will take IF you care for your web weaving collaborator. If you are not up here in 10 minutes, my own spidey senses will start to tingle to the extent that you might hear machine gun fire echo throughout. Understood?

Felicia slams the phone down and claws at her the mirror she was admiring herself in as if King Pins face was there. The contempt she feels for King Pin as a coward who is coercing by proxy (using Spiderman as a hostage) makes her want scale the building and use Fisk’s fat head as beach ball. On the other hand, she knows that she must be cunning like a cat in her approach while standing strong like a lion. Without further ado, she makes her way to the top of the building by exiting from the balconing and by using her grappling hooks to get up.

The top of Felicias apartment is undergoing re-construction, but, she thinks, that the restoration company was paid off by Fisk Development Firm (King Pins construction front company) as a place to hold Spiderman in an abandoned setting and set the stage to coerce her through intimidation.

Upon reaching the top of the apartment where the construction site is, Felicia sees Spiderman’s arms and legs shackled to a brick wall with his chest and legs showing signs of punishment where he was whipped. A quarter of his mask is also ripped and exposes his black eye.

Felicia as she runs over says: Spider! What the heck happened! Where is Fisk?!

Suddenly, she is stopped by two sentry guns aimed at her and Spiderman from afar. 40 feet away, Fisk/King Pin, with his trademark heavyset physique and suit that makes him look shorter than his lengthy 7,4 height, comes out of the shadows.

King Pin: You haven’t won the ransom yet, Kitty cat.

Felicia: And you haven’t won my mercy as I would claw that cheesecake face of yours to bits if I could. What do you want?

King Pin: Ideally, I would want both you and Spider-boy in chains, but why subdue a useful asset in you? I need minerals as in raw minerals to manufacture my own batteries needed to power tramcars used for underground smuggling. This way the batteries remain unbranded and, therefore, untraceable.

Felicia: I am a thief, dumbass. Not a miner who can magically extract quartz.

King Pin: You could do with a gag in your mouth, but besides that, you would not be mining but stealing from select stores. First, I want you to rob a little New Age crystal shop nearby as my informants tell me that they have raw magnetite in stock but not for sale as they are a part of the owners personal exhibit. Can you handle that?

Felicia: Couldn’t you do that yourself, big boy? I don’t bully girly retail workers. I am used to fighting armed security guys and wiping the smirk off of patriarch pigs like you.

King Pin: Despite such insolent remarks, I understand your disappointment but, as you know, the bigger the thief, the bigger the witness pool. Now, run along.

King Pin slides the envelope containing the address on the ground and stands near the cuffed Spiderman while he waits for Felicia to leave.

A few minutes later, Felicia jumps onto a nearby roof and opens the envelope containing the address. The store is named “Crystal Bliss” but she doesn’t recognize it despite her knowing what most of the stores around where she lives are typically upscale. She thinks to herself:

How do a bunch of niche new agers afford the rent as small business upstarts? How do they afford the rent in a city as expensive as this? I might have to ask one them when they are under my one of my boots.

She goes on to figure that the store must be located in a low budget plaza strip and, upon arrival, what she figured turned out to be correct. The parking lot is all cracked and bumpy, many of the store signs are fading, and some store fronts are empty. It isn’t that rundown, but certainly not the caliber of store that Felicia thieves from or fights guards in.

She gets on top of the roof of “Crystal Bliss” and easily kicks in the rooftop door with her hypnotically attractive but thick and powerful leg. She is able to enter into the store with ease after disabling the cameras from the maintenance room near the rooftop.

Upon entering the main store floor, she is surprised to encounter what looks to be daughter of the store owner. There is an awkward silence, but before she can scream Felicia covers her mouth a pins her against the wall. The girl looks early 20’s with a moderately attractive physique as she looks like she had come back from gym based on her form-hugging attire.

The girl: *muffled voice* Please, don’t hurt me! I am not the manager! I don’t the code for the safe! *Felicia then turns her around and pins her face-first against the wall*

Felicia: Stay facing the wall with your arms spread. Keep it zipped until I leave.

With that, Felicia notices the raw magnetite on display in the corner and takes it from the storefront window. She then unlocks the door from the inside and leaves.

The girl Felicia just bullied leans against the counter and takes many deep breaths in shock of what just happened. After a few minutes, she goes from shock to anger as her facial expression changes from one of wide-eyed surprise to coiled up anger as her fists clench at the sight of Felicia walking away with nonchalance.