<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 <br/><strong>Time:</strong> 1:30 ish<br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> Ghost Rider, Captain America, Deadpool, Agent Venom, Laura Kinney, Rogue, Wolverine,  and parched in a pear tree!   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;">Still held tightly against the masked lunatic Felicia continued to struggle in his grasp before finally giving any attempt to escape. She watched, fascinated as he began talking to himself. This dude was certifiably crazy! She wasn’t sure if she was scared or impressed! But one thing was for sure, she wasn’t anyone’s fuck toy!  <strong>”Watch the hands pal, or I’m gonna use you as my personal scratching post.”</strong> Her snarled warning didn’t seem to have much of an affect on Deadpool, in fact Felicia was willing to bet that he hadn’t heard a word that she said. He was too busy looking down at her cleavage. <strong>’Eyes up buddy! They don’t talk you know!”</strong> If she could roll her eyes and harder they might have just rolled themselves right out of her head. <br/><br/>With the request for assistance the Black Cat was almost pleased to get rid of her admirer, though before he left he managed to piss her off once again by slapping her ass with enthusiasm. <strong>”Don’t rush back on my account sugar, your peskiness being unleashed upon anyone that isn’t me fills me with joy. Annoy, annoy like the wind!”</strong> and she meant it. Once left alone she looked about the train, her eyes being drawn to the Rider. She was having a million second thoughts! The train was going faster than it seemed possible, the man responsible for it was literally on fire! There were serious warriors fighting for humanity, and some lunatic trying to get into her pants! <br/><br/>Felicia wasn’t sure where she fit in with the group. She wasn’t a hero, she was a thief. She had been born to a thief, was raised by one, and would most likely die a thief…. heck, if things continued on as they were going Felicia was pretty sure she was gonna die sooner rather than later. Her thoughts went to her father. Was he okay? He was most likely wondering the same thing. What she couldn’t know was at that very moment when she was here, trying to help save innocent lives, her father was trapped in a burning building, relying on others to do the saving rather than his daughter. <br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted with the return of deadpool, causing Felicia to jump like a startled cat. <strong>”Christ! Don’t do that to me!”</strong> she snapped, holding one hand over her chest while her heart beat a million miles a minute. <br/><br/>Then everything seemed to go in slow motion.<br/><br/>Everything, that was except the Hell Train. <br/><br/>The train moved at a speed that seemed to shake the very foundations of the steel beast. Felicia’s eyes widened in fear and disbelief when the train jumped the tracks and landed on the city street. She was thrown forward into Deadpool, with the momentum pushing him to the floor and her body landing on top. She groaned. <strong>”That one I’m gonna feel in the morning”</strong> she grumbled, shaking her head and hoping to stop the ringing in  her ears. Had she been sitting down like the passengers then she might have been spared the embarrassment of losing her balance, but at least she had a soft landing!  <strong>”Next time I’m taking a taxi.”</strong><br/><br/>With the Captain’s orders, Felicia scrambled up, back onto her feet and tried to forget the last little while, at the same time attempting to keep up. She was new to this hero group thing, and frankly Felicia wasn’t sure that she liked it. Thinking about only yourself was a lot easier than putting others before you. Still, as crazy as it seemed, she found herself keeping with the group, heading to god knows where, like she was one of them.  <br/><br/>Soon they came upon their destination. The place was totaled. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked around the ruins that had once been a proud mansion. She did not think anyone had insurance for this sorta thing!  More orders were called out, and she was to move into action, though she had no real way to take down these monsters, not on her own anyway. Again the thoughts spun in her head. What was she doing here? She was a thief, not a hero…  </div>