She got sloppy, she knew this, she could feel her attention pulling in two directions but she couldn’t stop it. There was a lot on her mind and though her breathing was rapid from the speed of the chase, running away was hardly thought-consuming. Felicia had been doing this so long it was almost reflexive, when to jump, duck, roll, lunge, the city moved beneath her and she was practiced enough that thinking hindered her more than anything. Relying on nothing except sight, sound and feeling had always worked best for it, and it continued to do so as she leapt easy bridging the distance between two tall buildings, the dizzying plummet beneath her didn’t even register, bounding from building to building almost weightlessly. For all her practice, the blonde had been a thief for years now; having moved to New York when she started college at the tender age of eighteen, she had never intended to become a criminal.
Until fate took it quite epically out of her hands. It was at least a living, even now when she was pulling a fraction above minimum wage at her day job, without this she doubted she could survive. It wasn’t surprising that as a consequence she didn’t have many friends, it was hard to explain why a lowly TA could afford a penthouse apartment in Manhattan, and even more difficult to explain why every single thing in her extensive closet was designer. An ex-boyfriend had once informed her after that he had thought she was a high-class hooker. It reeled her when she realised that was still a better thing to let him believe than the truth.
In all honesty though it wasn’t just a career, it was a passion, being up here under the cover of darkness was exhilarating in a way that she had never been able to match. It was the thrill that she was currently lost in, the feel of her adrenaline rushing, her heart thundering in her chest from exertion, her lungs burning for oxygen as her system burned it quicker than she could inhale. Anybody who claimed they didn’t like exercise had clearly never raced the New York skyline before. In fact it was a view she imagined few had access too, or at least she had until the appearance of the wall-crawler six months ago. Since then things had changed slightly and she had to make damn sure she was a lot more careful. It all added to it though, especially since she didn’t really think he could catch her.
Felicia was a flighty girl, she knew her strengths and her weaknesses. If it came down to fighting, she would avoid it where possible. Capable of holding her own in a fight she knew her strength and skills were nothing special, especially in a world dominated by bulky, steroid loving men. Her career choice wasn’t for the faint of heart. So where she would fight happily to defend herself; Felicia’s skill lay in running. Few could match her for speed or agility and she utilised this. Why risk your life when you could run?
Leaping onto a cable that spanned the distance between the building she was on and the lower one opposite, she dropped to a crouch as her boots slid seamlessly down the lip, jumping off and not losing a second of speed as she ran across the roof she skidded to a stop when she realised the buildings had stopped. Stopping she blinked at the vast expanse of water in front of her and wondered if that was a record for how quickly she had crossed the city. Staring at the twinkling lights of Brooklyn on the opposite shore she paused for a moment and turned around.
Well, that had taken the wind out of her sails a little.
But still, she had to get the goods to Fisk, turning around to get her bearings she almost leapt out of her skin when she heard a voice, spinning around again she was eye to eye with somebody. Except he was upside down. That was weird. Arching an eyebrow, outwardly she didn’t flinch but inside she was still trying to convince her heart to actually start beating again. It wasn’t every day you ran into people on the tops of buildings.
When he mentioned her hand, instinctively she flexed her fingers within the tight confines of her leather gloves, raising her glittering blue eyes to meet his she let her lips curl in a gentle smile, hands planted on her hips she shrugged casually and tipped her head to the side slightly.
“Does this work for you?” She asked sweetly, turning and walking away from him slowly, making very sure to emphasise the sway of her hips before she stopped. “Creeping up on women in the dark? As for your question” she turned back around once more fixing her eyes on him. Her stance may had appeared relaxed but it was feigned, her weight was purposefully on the balls of her feet, ready to move if he did. Her flight instincts raring to take her off into darkness.
The reason she was still standing there; curiosity.
After all, this was the famous Spiderman and she would be lying if she said her ego wasn’t dying to see if she could outrun the self-proclaimed hero. Her statement was finished with a graceful shrug and an impish smirk fixed on her dark, purple glossy lips.