A night that was supposed to be normal—or so you thought. Somehow, you got jumped by some thugs off in a fight and were injured—you won, however you didn’t know what to do.

So you went towards your apartment, trailing a line of blood, passing out at the door. Once woken up you realize you was at home and with Black Cat—or Felicia Hardy, that was her name

She was patched you up on your bed, her touch surprisingly gentle before she finally broke the silence.

“How’d you get this beat up, stranger?” She asked as her fingers ran across a cut on your bare back.