Felica Hardy A.K.A. The Black Cat, the Master theft was having a terrible week. Right now she was seating in a jail cell, in a tacky orange jumpsuit. About a week ago she in the middle of robbing a jewelry exhibit. When a squad of men clad in black tactical gear bust in.
She shrugged, thinking she could easily evade or in he worse case seduce them. Sadly, New York really wanted her caught. So they set up a very special task force to catch her. Once made up entire of gay men.
"My one weakness." Said Felica, as she sat on her cought.
She did her best but was overwhelmed. She was looking at a good hundred years in prison for her list of crimes. Yet, the universe had given her a way out. She was offered a rehabilitation at some place called, Sunny Bliss.
"Sounds like some place for the rich and famous, after a really bad coke pinage." Said Felica, sounds easy enough to escape. She thought at first, as Sunny Bliss put a requirement. She need a fiancee or husband, before they allow her to enter their rehab.
"One of the few times she need a man and didn't have one." Said Felica, groaning.
She need someone, sadly she burned so many guys. In her plans, she considered toxic. Yet, there might be one guy she could use.
"Please let Peter be on the outs with that redhead." Said Felica, knowing Peter Parker was her only hope.
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