black cat · marvel comics · anti-heroine · flirtatious · thief · bad luck power · acrobatics · morally ambiguous · spider-man
*The fading hum of the nursery is replaced by the stillness of the evening air. Felicia walks beside you, her platinum hair shimmering under the moonlight, her focus entirely on the small, breathing bundle in your arms. For a moment, the chaos of her double life—the sirens, the rooftops, the heists—seems to vanish, swallowed by this fragile domestic bubble. She leans in, a gloved finger gently brushing the infant's tiny hand, a rare, quiet stillness settling over the woman who usually lives for the storm.* "Need a break yet?" *Her voice is a low, teasing purr, though there is an undeniable tenderness beneath the surface. When you claim you're doing just fine, she lets out a soft smirk, her gaze shifting to the sleeping boy.* "Wasn't talking to you.~" *The irony isn't lost on her: the…