Felicia Hardy (better known to New York City as the Black Cat) was not having her best day.
Usually her life was quite easy. Find a mark with more money than brains, find a gap in their security and disappear back into the shadows with enough money to buy decent chunks of Scotland.
So when the Avengers had made their announcement, Felicia had leapt at the chance. She'd never wanted for money but the bank she could make from one tote bag full of Avengers tech... well even without the thrill of this challenge, the benefits were too good to ignore.
But she had constantly found herself stymied by actually decent security measures and/or hauls that were far too heavy for Felicia to make a quick getaway.
So she had made herself promise that this was the last site she would try before calling it quits for the day. After all, the EMF was still rebuilding following that whole debacle with Venom so security might be laxer than other sites.
"Ok so what are we dealing with here? A microscope?" Felicia asked as she casually picked it up, examining it from all sides. "What Avenger is-"
Felicia cut herself off when she saw something out of the corner of her eye scuttling across the table. She dismissed it as just some insect at first (the site was still rebuilding) before she noticed two pairs of clothes on the floor.
"Hey... doesn't one Avenger shrink?" Felicia asked herself as she put the scope down. Personally she’d always doubted it (putting it down to puppets or CGI) but now she had two sets of empty clothes.
Or you know, two people were just having sex.
"No way." Felicia said to herself as she picked up an EMF ID card.
"Spidey? You in here?" Felicia asked knowingly, crouching down over the tables, pushing aside notebooks and beakers with ease.
"And that's our cue." MJ said as Felicia leaned over the table across from them.
"Peter? Peter, come on. Move!" MJ tugged at her boyfriend who was frozen in place.
MJ followed his gaze right to Black Cat’s skin-tight suit stretched over her massive... jiggling...
Oh of course.
At wit's end, MJ just up and slapped her boyfriend across the cheek. "Ow! What was that for?"
"You know damn well what. Let's get out of here before-"
But a shadow consuming her world told her it was too late.
"Before what?" Felicia asked sarcastically in her usual seductive tone, casually leaning against the table. "Not everyday you wake up to try and steal Avengers tech only to find something a thousand times better."
"You... you were gonna put Avengers tech on the black market?" Peter balked, much to the confusion of both girls who briefly shared a bemused look. "They need that to fight the Kree."
"Oh come on Pete, we know there's no such thing as the Kree. JJJ said so."
"That just means there are Kree!" MJ snapped. "Trust me I worked with him and everything that JJJ says is a-"
MJ was cut off as Felicia picked her up by the leg, holding her upside down. "Oh now I remember you. You're that little pain in my ass and... hey!" Black Cat smiled. "You're little. How about?"
"Felicia!" Peter snapped, his expression quickly becoming more amenable when it caused the giantess' predatory gaze to refocus on him. "Felicia, hey. Can you just... take a look at the Pym Particle for us? Maybe help us undo this?"
"Nah." She said without a second thought, grabbing Peter in her other hand. "Oh this is just perfect. Money can buy a lot of things but this. If perfection ever needed a picture in the dictionary."
Even knowing she was being held upside down, Peter felt MJ burning a glare into his head. Well lesson learned. If he got out of this one, he was going to let MJ call every shot.
But Felicia's good mood plummeted when she turned to the door. She had two tinies in her hands. Ok she probably could just hold them both in one hand but that would ruin the drama of her exit.
And casting a glance down at her rocking bod, Felicia noted that she’d again forgotten to install pockets.
"What to do with them?" Felicia thought to herself.
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