<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/Vdu7FgAk6rKd_zpsc4407f20.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202758.msg9932062#msg9932062)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Mansion -  Hidden Base <br/><strong>Time:</strong> its got to be way after 1:30 by now <br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> Listening to the speech  (Wolverine, Mimic, Captian America, Natasha, and all the others listening to the speech. Mentioning Deadpool).…  Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del> This  (http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ZTzDOztBjdw5_zps329c8f3d.jpg)</del> <br/>    Her Black Cat Costume  (http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/black_cat_0010_by_raffaelemarinetti-d3l3114_zps715a8b96.jpg)<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Felicia decided then and there that she liked Logan. He was not your “typical” adult, ready to tell her what to do and how to do it. She hoped to get a chance to talk with him again, learn what his deal was. But for now it appeared like there were others joining the little gang of rebels that had found sanctuary in the… whatever this place was.  Again Cat looked around her, curious to learn more about the people she had fallen in with, and the place the good captain had brought them to. But for now it was “lecture” time. Or so it appeared. <br/><br/>Cat smiled back at the newcomer that had entered along with the redhead from the train who was so obviously with Captain America. At least these strangers were friendly enough. No one had pointed at her and demanded she explain why she was there with them. Why was she there? It was a good question.  When it came down to it, Felicia was there out of survival. Whether she would remain a thief, or morph into some kinda hero, the fact was Cat was a survivor! She had survived the rape, she had survived learning the truth about her father, and she had survived helping him break out of jail. Nothing , not even psycho robots were going to keep her from surviving War of the Words, Hero vs Machine. <br/><br/>Felicia moved along with the others, but was careful to remain on the outskirts of the gathering. She looked around as the new guy that called himself Mimic began to talk, introducing himself and explaining his talents. Was this what they were doing now? Show and tell of name, rank and talent? Slowly Felicia stepped back, hoping to blend into the background. She felt out of place among these heros. Cat missed Deadpool! He was crazy, and most likely would drive her crazy, but there was something about the guy that made her feel… not alone. <strong>”I hope he’s okay”</strong> she whispered softly. </div>