<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> 1:30 ish<br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> Wolverine…  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 felt lost. Alone. But mostly worried. She worried over her father. She worried over Deadpool. She worried about needing to worry about Deadpool! What were those things? Why had they come? There were too many questions, and no one to give the answers. Felicia wasn’t a hero, she was a thief. She used her talents to benefit herself, not to save the world from evil. There was evil in everyone, or so she felt. She had been forced in the victim role once before. It wasn’t a place she had enjoyed. After the assault Felicia had made herself a promise, never to allow anyone to put her back into such a vulnerable position again! She would do what she had to do in order to keep that promise, even if that meant shifting from thief to… whatever this was. <br/><br/>Hero? Cat shook her head, the idea seemed ridiculous. But then so did the idea of robots from god knows where invading the earth demanding the humans submit. Life had changed in a matter of minutes! Pausing to look at some old records in a file Felicia paused in the midst of flipping through the papers when she first felt a presence nearby. The deep timber of a man's voice sounded, to her left, drawing Cat to turn to face him with a simple, yet elegant turn on the balls of her feet. <strong>”I’m not gonna lie.. I’ve had better days”</strong> she stood before dangerous looking man, taking in his form, openly trailing her eyes over his body from head to foot and back again. <br/><br/><strong>”What were those things?”</strong> she asked, hoping to get some answers to the questions rolling unanswered in her mind. </div>