<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=203347.msg10103467#msg10103467">Quote from: Loves on 10-06-2014, 06:20:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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> Wolverine, Deadpool, and Rider.…  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 wasn’t certain of anything, least of all whether or not she would hold any kind of influence over this stranger she had just agreed to head off with on some foolish mission. What was she thinking?  In the end she figured getting out of this place was a hell of a lot smarter than sticking around.  She’d hang with Logan for now. Whether she would remain loyal to him, or this group of rebel fighters was a question to be answered at a later time. For now they were her best chance of survival. After doing her best to promise to do her best in looking after Logan (something Cat thought was ridiculous since he seemed more apt to be saving her ass than the other way around) she headed off behind him, smirking at his chosen words. Was this what she was after? A way to prove herself to these superheros and mutants? To prove to them that she was worthy of a spot in their merry band of warriors? Never before had Felicia been so full of unanswered questions. <br/><br/>She didn’t like it!<br/><br/>Stepping out into the evening air, all seemed still. She glanced around searching for any sign that they might be attacked, all the while hoping to any god that would listen that they would find themselves alone. Her thoughts drifted to her father, and then towards Deadpool. His sudden appearance in her mind’s eye caused her to frown. What was he doing in her thoughts? Shaking her head, Felicia attempted to scramble him out of her mind and turned to focus upon Logan as he stated the obvious. Normally she might have said something cheeky, but the look on his face  hinted that now was not the time for that sort of quip. Instead Cat simply nodded her head to show her understanding. <br/><br/><em>Warzone, got it!  No tip toeing through the daisies! Ten-four big guy! </em><br/><br/>Logan seemed to be able to read her mind however and soon his serious words had turned into a vote of confidence, which was a boost that she needed more than she had realized. Her smile was hopeful and reached her pretty blue eyes. <strong>”Got it… think and don’t be afraid”</strong> she repeated aloud, more for her own benefit than his. <br/><br/>Stealth came easy to Cat. After all she had been trained by one of the best cat burglars in the country to remain unseen! Her small stature and light, limber body helped her glide over the rubble and hide within the shadows with apparent ease.  She was like a shadow moving upon the wind, not making a single sound as she climbed over and under rocks and rubble, picking her way through the destroyed city. Most likely Cat would have remained quiet had it not been for a site starring her in the face as she and Logan turned a corner onto another street. <br/><br/><strong>”Son of a bitch!”</strong> called out Felicia as she narrowed her eyes and marched forward, forgetting completely that she had been “sneaking around” with Logan in an attempt to NOT gain attention.  Why she was so upset over what she had seen was a question that would remain unanswered for now. There was no room for logic in her mind a she stomped over the rubble and  headed for Deadpool and his “groupies”. <br/><br/><strong>”I can’t believe you! I can’t believe I was actually worried about you! Here we are heading back into a warzone to look for survivors and you’re out on a date!”</strong> she glared at the two girls clinging to their savior. It was enough to make her sick! She’d once been as spineless as that and it had gotten her nowhere! <strong>”I.. you… argh!”</strong> Throwing her hands up in the air, Felicia turned on the balls of her feet and headed back towards Logan. She didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want to see disappointment lingering in his eyes, or worse… amusement. There was nothing funny in her feelings. </div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft"> (http://static.squarespace.com/static/51b3dc8ee4b051b96ceb10de/51ce6099e4b0d911b4489b79/51d8bf0de4b0c6a357c51386/1373207503236/ryan-reynolds-says-deadpool-is-the-worst-relationship-hes-ever-had-preview.jpg?format=1000w)</div>Name: Wade Wilson.<br/>Tag: Ghost Rider. Other Deadpool's "Me." "Me.'  *The inanimate thought box.... Me.*<br/>Wearing: What else ladies? ;) . ((His costume.))<br/>Multiple personality notes: Red  stands for Wade. Blue  stands for smart voice. Orange stands for his thought box. Green is his skater dude voice.<br/><br/><br/>Deadpool was pleased with himself, for the first time he felt like a real hero. A real hero gets the gal's! And.... "I guess save the day and stuff to..." What he said.<br/><br/>But, soon, it was dampened completely. He thought it was bad enough to see his friend get the short end of the stick. But now... "Oh Cat! Hey baby!" Deadpool said, but soon realized. That was not a warm response. "Hey, I think we just got yelled at by her. She said you son of a bitch." "Are you suuuuure she didnt say I wanna suck your d-" "NO! She said, you son of a bitch...."<br/><br/>Deadpool quickly pull's his arms back into his sides. But the girls still cling to them, as the Rider walks towards them. "What, does he got SKULLiosis or something?" "No it's just his skull, I am sure." Deadpool ignored his voices for now. "No babe, it's not what you think!" "Uh. Which part? The girls clinging to us? Or you ready to motor boat their breasts?"  Deadpool finally pulls free. "These girls, were just showing me, and Rider some gratitude for saving their lives. I was just Telling them that I have a date to get to. And, was about to get them off me! I swear!" "Your a horrible liar." "But we have our evidence!" Oh.... Well, the Deadpool with the green text was right for once. As deadpool points towards the pile of burnt corpses. "See, rapists. We brutalized them like it was our job! Now, you girls go ahead and start smooching with the real hero." Wade pushes the girls aside, gently "Ugh!" Well... Roughly. Shoving one of them against the rider. And the rest towards him. "Go on, he's nicer then he looks. ;) " "Yes, CATastrophe avoided right!?" "Well, thats yet to be seen. But, we should walk a bit back before they flee back into our arms." "Yeah... I stopped the rapists, so thats all there should be to it. As much as id like to reap my reward, cats way more worth it then these girls! These girls are horrid in comp- Wait.." "You idiot. Dont speak to us out loud!"<br/><br/>^_^; "He he....Kidding." Deadpool said, as the girls stare at him with a gaze far more intimidating then the Penance Stare. Deadpool slowly backs away. "So, cat. Doll. Whats your mission! I would gladly well.... Be any where, but here right now."