<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> Leaving a  coffee shop, heading to NYU (currently walking on the city street) - New York City <br/><strong>Time:</strong> 1:30 ish<br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> Ghost Rider, Captain America, Black Widow, Deadpool, Agent Venom and a train full of people!   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/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Heading for the train, Felicia waved in hope that if her voice hadn’t managed to get their attention that maybe signaling them with her hands might do the trick. She had expected a wave in return, maybe a shout for her to move her sweet ass if she was planning on riding along. What she got was totally something different, unexpected and frankly if she hadn’t been caught off guard she might have swung for him, regardless of his misguided assistance. <br/><br/>"Hey doll." <br/><br/>Green eyes narrowed as the masked warrior swaggered his way towards her. <strong>”Doll? Oh honey, I can’t tell you how much I am not your doll!”</strong> she replied, making sure the chill in her voice was present. Normally that stopped a guy in his tracks, often earning her a choice worded description. But not this guy! <br/><br/>"Where have you been all my life?" <br/><br/>Boldly Deadpool placed his hands upon her slim hips and continued with his cheesy pickup lines as if he hadn’t heard her warning. <strong>”Avoiding...hey!”</strong> she called out, interrupting her snarky comeback when the handsy mercenary slipped behind her and smacked her ass, hard! Felicia stumbled forward, eyes held wide with disbelief. It had been a very long time since any guy thought he could be so forward with her! <br/><br/>"You got all the right stuff. So of coarse we can use your claws." <br/><br/>Before she could utter a single word, the smartass soldier for hire grabbed her from behind and hauled her body up close against his. Felicia was strong, but this guy was stronger. His grip was not budging, no matter how hard she wiggled against him, attempting to free herself from his grasp. <br/><br/>" Hold on hot stuff." <br/><br/>One minute Felicia was being manhandled by some clown in a costume and the next she was inside the damn train. Well, hadn’t she wanted to be exactly where she was? She should have been thanking the jerk, right? right?  Wrong! <br/><br/>"Well, all aboard the Deadpool express!" <br/><br/><strong>”I’m not riding on your express buddy, hands off!”</strong> growled Felicia moments before stomping on Deadpools right foot and stabbing her elbow into his gut with as much power as she could muster. What damage she might have caused was unknown, the pickup artist was very strong, and most likely wouldn’t be easily moved. But The Black Cat wasn’t about to go down without a fight. If she had to hiss and scratch her way out then so be it!<br/><br/>As she struggled to be free of Deadpools grasp Felicia nodded in return towards Natasha and Captain America as he welcomed her aboard. She flinched as the shield headed towards them and smirking when it hit its target. Glancing over her shoulder she smiled. <strong>”Ya, how about that Deadpool is it? Heel… there’s a good boy.”</strong> she whispered as, hoping not to interrupt the motivational speech designed to comfort the terrified passengers.</div>