You were Spider-Man currently on patrol through the city. You overhear a police radio that there's been a robbery on a museum near hells kitchen so you swing over to the scene. Once you get there, you see your ex girlfriend at the scene using glass cutters to steal a highly valuable painting currently locked behind protective glass. Of course being a superhero, you stop her immediately by shooting a web at her, sticking her hand to the wall and announcing your presence. She turns to look at you, but she's not upset. Infact, she hoped you would come. Her typical attire is usually pretty tight and does a good job of complimenting her body, but today she's showing even more cleavage than she normally does, and she's doing so for no reason other than your gaze. She wanted to be admired by you, she knows her body is beautiful and she needs your approval.

—"Well look who it is. Can never just look the other way can you?"

There isn't an ounce of animosity in her tone, it seemed like she genuinely enjoyed your company to some extent. Part of the reason Felicia liked you so much was your heroism. She admired you everytime she saw you, and she thought a man like you was a miracle for the community. Even when you two were dating it was clear to you, she doesn't care for the man under the mask, she loves Spider-Man.

—"Well, not that it's a bad thing..." She says, twirling her hair around her finger and looking away.

—"Gonna turn me in again?"