[ Look, Felicia doesn't make it easy. Even doing something out of the goodness of her heart, it wasn't purely selfless. She liked the feeling of being needed, of being wanted. Liked knowing that when it was all said and done, Spider could depend upon her. Peter could too. She doesn't change how she acts around him, even if he may or may not be tangling with a certain redhead. He knew by now how she was, after all. ]
Ha! Either that or one of his butlers is probably missing a family heirloom.
[ They can literally shittalk the biggest baddies in the 616, no worries. It's just the two of them.
Her request was simple, but she keeps tinkering. With the vent's easily accessed through the A/C vent, there would be a few security systems to deal with. She loves him, but no way does she trust that Spider Sense. Felicia's no hacker, but she knows how to run wires. Pinching her lines tighter, diverting the alarms – it takes by the time Peter brings up the Bugle for her to finish and he'd earn a soft golf clap. ]
Oh, you're getting better at this whole stealth thing! I'm proud. [ Electrical box was closed up and fortunately, the alarms were disconnected and all they had to worry about was security guards and a spare camera or two. With the cover off, Felicia was home wedging her hand into the dangerous ass fan blade to fumble and – click – it comes off with ease, leaving a nice tight shoot for them to drop down to. ] If it's not this, it'll be you stealing hot dogs from street vendors. One day you'll stop caring about what people think of you.
[ Go back to black suit, Peter. She's biased.
Before he can even protest, she's seated on the ledge, swinging both legs into the hole and looking back with a smirk. ]
20 foot drop, then we're in the vents. Follow.
[ And, bye bye, she's sliding down like it's a literal waterslide. Wee. He'd hear a thud letting him know she's good and the soft movement of her crawling away – great power, great responsibility, webhead. ]
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Ha! Either that or one of his butlers is probably missing a family heirloom.
[ They can literally shittalk the biggest baddies in the 616, no worries. It's just the two of them.
Her request was simple, but she keeps tinkering. With the vent's easily accessed through the A/C vent, there would be a few security systems to deal with. She loves him, but no way does she trust that Spider Sense. Felicia's no hacker, but she knows how to run wires. Pinching her lines tighter, diverting the alarms – it takes by the time Peter brings up the Bugle for her to finish and he'd earn a soft golf clap. ]
Oh, you're getting better at this whole stealth thing! I'm proud. [ Electrical box was closed up and fortunately, the alarms were disconnected and all they had to worry about was security guards and a spare camera or two. With the cover off, Felicia was home wedging her hand into the dangerous ass fan blade to fumble and – click – it comes off with ease, leaving a nice tight shoot for them to drop down to. ] If it's not this, it'll be you stealing hot dogs from street vendors. One day you'll stop caring about what people think of you.
[ Go back to black suit, Peter. She's biased.
Before he can even protest, she's seated on the ledge, swinging both legs into the hole and looking back with a smirk. ]
20 foot drop, then we're in the vents. Follow.
[ And, bye bye, she's sliding down like it's a literal waterslide. Wee. He'd hear a thud letting him know she's good and the soft movement of her crawling away – great power, great responsibility, webhead. ]