What else is new? Your moral compass is leading you to the biggest headache, but... at least you have company this time.
[ When he talks about rightful owners, she scratches at the side of her neck a bit awkwardly. The fluff of her costume tugs up against her cleavage a bit more, as if trying to better hide the necklace smuggled away. Oh, come on, Felicia. It's not like you stole Aunt May's necklace! He'll live, he'll be fine. But would she? There's doubt there, even as she has her thoughtful few seconds of guilt – she doesn't like lying to Peter more than she had to. This...? She didn't have to. This was just because something pretty caught her eye. Whatever, she doesn't linger.
She didn't have time to even deal with her back and forth. The boom happens - sure, if they weren't busy maybe they'd have reacted quicker. Not Quicksilver quicker, but more than having Peter interject himself between her and certain doom Fin Fang Foom. She isn't stupid, but she feels it. Of course, she was wrong. ]
Okay, not going to ask – how it's his egg – but we were both wrong. It is a dragon egg.
[ At least Peter isn't alone in the miscalculations. It was a little too on the nose – to really suspect a dragon inside or to suspect it was anything but decorative or historical if collecting dust in the dark. The fact she gets an answer doesn't settle well with her – because now they had to deal with this.
She's waiting, thinking he'd call in the big guns like maybe one of Stark's auto-pilot suits.. maybe a favor from X-Men? The guy had contacts but then again... he also had – ]
Seriously?!
[ Felicia doesn't have to argue with him, he can totally anticipate her roasting him for a week after bringing this from storage. It's less buggy and more savior at this point. She pulls her weight, fumbling to pick the heavier egg up and getting herself safe and tucked away – just in time. That could have been bad – but fortunately, it'll get authorities to the area quicker. The disturbances were causing quiet a scene. As they begin to ascend, Foom has to contend with that SPEED, boy. He gets a gain on them, zipping forward as if to block off the buggy.
Felicia isn't one to let them fuck their insurance up. Her hands grip onto the wheel and tugs it harshly to the left, sending them shooting up over the side of the rooftop and coming crashing down into another one – wallriding was not as fun as it seems? They dodged Foom, though. ]
Whatever you're doing, hurry! No less than 15 coffees for this!
[ Her thighs are thoroughly clutching this fucking egg right now and regretting not buckling it up, she is owed coffees. ]
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[ When he talks about rightful owners, she scratches at the side of her neck a bit awkwardly. The fluff of her costume tugs up against her cleavage a bit more, as if trying to better hide the necklace smuggled away. Oh, come on, Felicia. It's not like you stole Aunt May's necklace! He'll live, he'll be fine. But would she? There's doubt there, even as she has her thoughtful few seconds of guilt – she doesn't like lying to Peter more than she had to. This...? She didn't have to. This was just because something pretty caught her eye. Whatever, she doesn't linger.
She didn't have time to even deal with her back and forth. The boom happens - sure, if they weren't busy maybe they'd have reacted quicker. Not Quicksilver quicker, but more than having Peter interject himself between her and certain
doomFin Fang Foom. She isn't stupid, but she feels it. Of course, she was wrong. ]Okay, not going to ask – how it's his egg – but we were both wrong. It is a dragon egg.
[ At least Peter isn't alone in the miscalculations. It was a little too on the nose – to really suspect a dragon inside or to suspect it was anything but decorative or historical if collecting dust in the dark. The fact she gets an answer doesn't settle well with her – because now they had to deal with this.
She's waiting, thinking he'd call in the big guns like maybe one of Stark's auto-pilot suits.. maybe a favor from X-Men? The guy had contacts but then again... he also had – ]
Seriously?!
[ Felicia doesn't have to argue with him, he can totally anticipate her roasting him for a week after bringing this from storage. It's less buggy and more savior at this point. She pulls her weight, fumbling to pick the heavier egg up and getting herself safe and tucked away – just in time. That could have been bad – but fortunately, it'll get authorities to the area quicker. The disturbances were causing quiet a scene. As they begin to ascend, Foom has to contend with that SPEED, boy. He gets a gain on them, zipping forward as if to block off the buggy.
Felicia isn't one to let them fuck their insurance up. Her hands grip onto the wheel and tugs it harshly to the left, sending them shooting up over the side of the rooftop and coming crashing down into another one – wallriding was not as fun as it seems? They dodged Foom, though. ]
Whatever you're doing, hurry! No less than 15 coffees for this!
[ Her thighs are thoroughly clutching this fucking egg right now and regretting not buckling it up, she is owed coffees. ]