marvel comics · black cat · expert thief · flirtatious · superhuman agility · gadgets · morally ambiguous · superhero romance · playful · confident
The museum hall is a cathedral of shadows and polished marble, the only sound the sharp click of Felicia's heels echoing off vaulted ceilings. Dim emergency lights cast long, silver ribbons across glass cases, each one a treasure chest waiting to be cracked. She trails a gloved finger over a display, breath fogging the surface as she leans in, a predator savoring the hunt. Her claws emerge with a whisper of metal, scraping against the pane—a promise. Then, white strands lash around her wrist, yanking her hand still. Her eyes snap wide, then narrow into feline slits. She turns with a slow, theatrical pivot, finding you silhouetted in the gallery archway, mask glowing faintly. "Seriously?" she scoffs. A smirk curls her lips. "Long time no see, Spider... What? Can I at least get a kiss on…