<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Black-cat-68.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Felicia Hardy<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Black cat<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Felicia had successfully eluded Deadpool after their earlier meeting. She wasn’t sure if it had been luck or skill that had allowed her to escape, but escape she had. She had stayed well clear of the ruins nearby where she had met the strange foe and instead went off in the opposite direction. She had briefly stopped to delve into her ever dwindling food supply. It was no more than twenty  minutes after she had set out again that she was alarmed by some ruckus. The sound of shouting voices and the familiar rumblings of battle were audible in the distance. Felicia moved into a sprint, artfully dodging all obstacles she encountered on the jungle floor.<br/><br/>Eventually she was presented with a rather strange sight. A woman and the strange man she and encountered earlier that day were battling superpowered soldiers. And then it got really absurd. Not far from them, she saw what appeared like a Medusa slithering closer to a muscular green woman.<strong>“Well looks like you stumbled onto quite the party, Felica.”</strong>She could go around of course, as far as she knew, none of the combatants had spotted her.  But Tony Stark’s message had brought her focus back. She had to do more than simply endure and survive, it was her duty to try and make a difference in the fight.<br/><br/>Even though her former assailant was one of their victims, Felicia felt that the soldiers posed more of threat. She emerged from her concealment and headed straight towards the one who was attacking the solitary woman. She approached the soldier from behind and aimed a kick at his upper leg, in the hope that it would make the man lose his balance, if only for a moment.<br/>