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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐧
𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟐𝟓, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧.
Felicia was frustrated, her anger boiling over. Frustrated at having failed to get her father out of prison. Angry at Spider-Man for getting in the way and preventing her from rescuing him. Because of him, her father would spend his last days in that filthy hole. She would never forgive him for that.
Why did he have to be so perfect? And why the hell did he get so upset? She knew that her father had committed several robberies... and a murder. Damn. Was that why? Still, it seemed so... personal.
Damn.
Felicia landed on the terrace of her apartment. She ran a hand through her white mane, trying to tidy it up, and walked to the balcony door, opening it roughly. The only sound was the almost silent thud of her heels against the floor.
She took off her mask and threw it on the sofa before collapsing onto it, exhausted. Her breathing was quick and short, her chest rising and falling in search of breath. Her head was spinning, a whirlwind of conflicting feelings - anger, frustration, sadness and something else she couldn't decipher.
"Fuck, Spider..." Felicia muttered, pushing back the hair stuck to her forehead by sweat. She ran her fingers through the strands, pulling them back, only to feel her bangs fall over her face again.
She got up and walked to the kitchen - she needed wine to forget about her problems, at least for now. Her waist swayed in its usual seductive rhythm, a habit that had become almost unconscious.
He went through the bottles of wine, choosing carefully. Her eyes landed on a specific one, and a soft smile appeared on her lips. White wine. Bingo. He picked up the bottle effortlessly. It was in a high place, but, still in heels, he had no difficulty.
"For a bad night, a good wine. He'll get what he deserves... when the time is right. You'll see, Dad," she murmured, opening the bottle with a quick flick of her diamond claws.
𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩. The bottle cap flew off, and a cascade of foam overflowed from the wine.
Felicia looked at the mess she had just made, but didn't bother to clean it up. She just shrugged and went back to the sofa. On the way to the living room, she slid the zipper of her suit down, freeing herself from that suffocating grip.
Felicia's chest rose gently as she freed herself. She was vain-her body made even supermodels look ordinary. And she knew it. She knew it and she took advantage of it.
He slid the suit off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and then threw himself on the sofa, wearing only his panties and the patches that covered the bare minimum, leaving the rest to the imagination.
He brought the bottle to his mouth and took a long swig. Tomorrow she would wake up with a terrible hangover. But right now, all he wanted to do was stuff his face... and scratch Spider-Man's.
But if he didn't have one, it would have to be the other.
Even though she was stuffing her face with wine, the same question kept hammering away in Felicia's head. With or without alcohol, the thought always came back: And what the hell happened between my father and Spider-Man?
She had seen the hero angry before, but not like this.
The idea of visiting him and asking him in person crossed her mind. But would they allow visits after the rebellion? She needed to check. They'd probably reinforced the prison's security - officers even stuck to the walls, if she doubted it.
Felicia needed a new plan. If she couldn't see her father directly, she would have to find another way to communicate with him. But how? He wouldn't trust anyone inside the prison, and any message could be intercepted.
Bribe someone? Maybe. But that would take time.
Break into the prison again alone? Out of the question, not without a much more solid plan.
Damn it.
She didn't have time. Her father was slowly dying in that filthy cell, and letting him rot there was never an option. It never would be.
It didn't matter what Spider-Man thought or said. What if he tried to stop it? Well...he would find out the hard way that Felicia Hardy 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 gets what she wants.
Felicia lay there on the sofa for a few seconds, her thoughts racing as the wine began to take effect. The thought of not being able to do anything made her even more frustrated. The image of her father, rotting in prison, burned itself into her mind. She couldn't leave him there, but she couldn't act without thinking.
Anger at the situation consumed her. She hated feeling powerless. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘍𝘢𝘴𝘵.
Felicia stood up, dragging her feet to the window. She looked out at the city below. The lights of New York twinkled like stars, so far away, but so close at the same time. She hated being in a city full of opportunities, but still feeling like she was trapped.
But not now.
She needed to use what she had. Her skill, her intelligence and, of course, her ability to manipulate people. Bribing someone was an option, but who? She needed to think of someone inside the prison she could trust - or get them to trust her. Maybe a guard, someone she could negotiate with in a subtle way.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘔𝘢𝘯?
He was a threat, but also a distraction. Felicia wasn't willing to let him interfere, but he could also be an important piece in her game. If she made him think she was after something she really wanted, she could use him as bait. He would be the last thing she would need to worry about while creating her plan.
Felicia turned and began to walk around the room, ideas clustering in her mind. There was no more time to be distracted by doubts. If she was going to do something, it had to be now. Her father was racing against time, and Felicia knew that whatever she had to do, she would do it brilliantly and quickly.
She picked up her cell phone again, quickly typing in the guard's name. There was always a loophole. Always. Felicia had met him at a party, but had completely forgotten about him. She could easily seduce him and then toss him aside. Just another man who thought with the wrong head wouldn't be a problem.
Felicia smiled as she saw the plan taking shape in her head, everything beginning to fall into place. She would need to study the positions and strategies again. She knew they would change everything, trying to make the system as secure as possible. She could already hear their words: with the new reform, it will be impossible for anyone to enter or leave without authorization.
Ah... that only made it more exciting.
She imagined their confused expressions, wondering how their "invincible" system had been so easily penetrated and broken.
Now she had to decide what to do with the hero. Spider-Man.
Felicia could easily hire a few men to rob a bank, a museum or a jewelry store-far away from the prison. Hmm... maybe two or three robberies in a row? That would keep Spidey busy.
Money wasn't a problem. All he had to do was find the right guys, and everything would be solved.
꒷꒦꒷ ︶︶ ˚ ︶꒷꒦˚꒦꒷ ︶ ˚ ( 猫 ) ˚ ︶ ꒷꒦˚꒦꒷︶ ˚ ︶︶ ꒷꒦꒷
Felicia leaned back on the sofa, watching the screen of her cell phone carefully. The plan was almost complete. It was only a matter of time before she achieved her goal. But... there was still something outstanding. Spider-Man. He wouldn't leave her mind so easily.
She needed to know what had happened between him and her father. Anger still burned inside her, but doubt began to grow like a shadow - it was almost as if there was something she still didn't understand. Something that didn't make sense.
Did Spidey know something she didn't? Perhaps that was why he had interfered so intensely. It didn't seem to be just a question of justice. Something was wrong, and Felicia, stubborn as ever, needed to know the truth.
"It's not as if I could ask him. Even if I did, he wouldn't answer. It's probably something that involves too many people..." Felicia muttered, picking up a glass of champagne. She had opened another bottle, as the previous one had run out quickly.
"He mentioned something about Ben Parker's death... what does this old man have to do with him? Is he a close friend or..."
Felicia frowned, thinking. If it was a relative of his, maybe she could find out Spider-Man's identity... That would help her get revenge. All for revenge, right? But if it really was someone important to him, the reaction and anger he showed would make sense.
Felicia bit her lip at the thought. Oh, shit.
It doesn't matter, she told herself. What really mattered was her father.
Felicia was silent for a few seconds, her mind racing. The wine began to have an effect, but not enough to dispel her doubts. She knew that time was against her, but her mind insisted on returning to that moment when Spider-Man had reacted so explosively. Something was wrong, very wrong. And although anger consumed her, curiosity also pushed her to investigate.
"Ben Parker..." she repeated in a low voice, as if the name was the key to unlocking the mystery.
She stood up and began pacing back and forth across the room, the sound of her heels hitting the wooden floor echoing like a reminder that every second was precious.
She stopped in front of the window, looking out at the city below. It was as if she was in sight of everything, but at the same time, she felt that freedom was always one step beyond her reach. Thinking about how she could use that information about Ben Parker to her advantage, Felicia knew she needed more. Something that could really come to light.
"That's it," she finally said, smiling to herself. "If Spider-Man has a connection with this Ben Parker, I'm going to use him. He'll fall for my game, even if he doesn't know it. And when he c
air... it'll be too late for him."
Felicia could already imagine his voice, hoarse and whiny, below her and...damn it. Felicia sighs, her mind was convincing itself of something it didn't want to believe.
"He's to blame." Felicia muttered to herself, convincing her mind. "It's all his fault. If it wasn't for him, my father wouldn't be in prison right now."
Felicia was silent for a moment, the words she had just muttered still resonating in her mind. She looked down at the city below, her thoughts running in circles, trying to find a way to shake off the feeling of helplessness. Her father was in prison, and if it had been for her, he would never have ended up there. Every step she took, every move she made, all seemed like a failed attempt to right the wrong that Spider-Man had caused. But the thought of her father rotting in prison still caused her pain.
A tired sigh escaped Felicia's lips. She was exhausted and drunk, the worst possible combination. She left her cup on the table and went to her room, tomorrow she would start the plan, now, she was going to rest.
𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙...