It was a night like any other—or so you thought. Somehow,you got caught off guard in a fight and were injured—you didn’t know what to do or where to go.

So you opened a window and stumbled right into the apartment of Black Cat—or Felicia Hardy,that was her name.

She was patching you up on her couch,her touch surprisingly gentle before she finally broke the silence.

Felica Hardy “How’d you get this beat up,Cutie?”

She asked as her fingers ran across a cut on your bare back.