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Jack Kadere glanced toward a nearby townhouse and asked, "That window—your room?"
Felicia hesitated. Her father had been arrested and thrown in prison. The shame of it still clung to her family. How could she…?
"Felicia?" Jack called again.
"Yes… from there," she murmured.
Her cheeks flushed, and after a moment she made up her mind. "That's my room."
This was all for the sake of paying back the money. Mom and Dad probably wouldn't blame her… not after everything.
....
Bang, bang, bang!
"Felicia, are you breaking something in there? I heard a crash—you sound upset."
Wana, her mother, stood outside the locked bedroom door, worry written all over her face. She tried to coax her daughter's voice through the barrier.
"I know what happened to your father has you upset, but don't blame him, sweetheart, he—"
Since coming home, Felicia hadn't spoken a single word. She'd gone straight to her room, locked the door, and the sound of smashing objects had echoed from inside more than once.
Wana knew her daughter was angry with her father. Felicia had been the dazzling, confident girl in school—the kind everyone noticed. But then her father had been exposed as a thief. For a teenage girl already navigating a world full of judgment, the scandal was crushing.
"…It's Mom… wait a minute…" Felicia muttered inside, clutching her shirt collar as if to steady herself.
The smashing stopped.
From beyond the door came a hoarse, tired voice. "Mom… I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me…"
"Felicia, are you right behind the door?"
In her mind, Wana pictured her daughter leaning against the doorframe, tears streaking her cheeks, eyes dim and lifeless.
"My daughter… your voice—have you been crying? Don't cry too hard, it's not good for your health. We'll find a way to help your father…"
"No, Mom… I'm not crying. I'm… I'm not a little girl anymore." The voice wavered, but it held a strange determination.
"Felicia…" Wana's heart clenched. Her daughter was being forced to grow up far too quickly because of her husband's mistakes.
.....
Meanwhile, chaos reigned downtown.
A police cruiser sailed through the air like a toy, hurled by one of four gleaming mechanical arms. It crashed into the pavement near several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, the impact sending one agent tumbling in a spray of blood, unsure if he would rise again.
The attacker was Otto Gunther Octavius—Doctor Octopus.
The four titanium-alloy arms fused to his body weren't just tools—they were weapons. In an experimental accident years ago, they had bonded to his spine, giving him the ability to control them as if they were his own limbs. Their strength was immense, and their precision terrifying.
If a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent hadn't just blasted him with an electromagnetic pulse emitter, Otto would have already made off with his prize—the Black Cat.
Now, with the EMP's effects fading, nothing stood in his way.
"Who are you? Why are you after me?!" Walter Hardy—the Black Cat's father—shouted as the tentacles closed in.
A veteran thief, Walter had long danced on the edge of the law. But some captors were far worse than the police, and the cold gleam in Octavius's eyes told him he was in real danger.
"Hmph." Otto sneered. He had no personal interest in Walter Hardy. If it weren't for the generous experimental funding from Wilson Fisk—the Kingpin—he wouldn't waste a second on this job.
[Sir, he's making a run for it!] crackled a voice over the agent's comms.
[Has backup arrived yet?] the agent demanded.
The reply came in one sharp word: [Arrived].
"Arrived?" the agent muttered, confused.
Before he could process it, an arrow whistled through the air and struck one of Otto's mechanical arms—the one clutching the terrified Black cat. The arrow's tip flashed red several times before discharging a thin electrical current. The robotic limb sparked violently, its lights flickering before it went limp and crashed to the ground.
The Black cat wriggled free, bolting the moment he found an opening.
Otto growled and immediately tried to snatch him back with another limb—he still had two more for locomotion and two for grabbing—but another arrow zipped toward him, forcing him to block.
The claw's targeting systems whirred, and a beam of energy shot out, aiming to slice the incoming projectile in midair. But the arrow exploded on impact with a sharp BANG!
When the smoke cleared, Otto was covered in soot and dust. His gaze darted around until he spotted the Black cat already several yards away.
"Damn it! Who's there?!" he roared.
From a rooftop across the way, Clint Barton—Hawkeye—ignored the insult. His eyes stayed locked on the fleeing Black cat. [Target is at your four o'clock. Estimated to reach your position in five minutes. Capture and retreat immediately. I'll keep Octavius occupied.]
Otto's sharp eyes caught Hawkeye's position. With a snarl, he fired several concentrated energy blasts.
Biu-biu-biu! Dust erupted where the beams struck, but Hawkeye rolled out of the way, using momentum to spring back up while firing a series of specialized trick arrows.
Otto scowled. He had no interest in wasting time on Barton, but the arrows were relentless—explosives, cable snares, and EMP charges, all forcing him to split his focus.
"You annoying little pest! I'll kill you first!"
At that moment, the mechanical limb that had been disabled earlier reactivated with a sharp jolt of power. Now, all four of Otto's arms moved in unison, advancing toward Hawkeye like metallic serpents ready to strike.
.....
Optional Sex Scene
**
Earlier. in Felicia's room;
The moonlight streamed in through Felicia Hardy's bedroom window, casting long, dancing shadows across the cluttered room. Jack's lithe form slipped silently through the open window, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill of the chase was too enticing to resist.
Felicia's room was a reflection of its inhabitant - chaotic, messy, and overflowing with personality. Clothes strewn across the floor, books piled haphazardly on the desk, and posters of her favorite bands plastered on the walls. In the center of it all, Felicia herself lay on her bed, nervously looking at Jack.
Jack took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Felicia was a vision - long, toned legs stretched out beneath a short skirt, her curves accentuated by a fitted tank top that left little to the imagination. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with intelligence and wit, and her full lips were curved into a small smile as she read.
Sensing his presence, Felicia looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Jack! You really came?" she exclaimed, sitting up quickly.
Jack sauntered towards her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I couldn't stay away, Felicia. Not after seeing you in action tonight. You were incredible."
Felicia blushed, her cheeks turning a charming shade of pink. "You weren't so bad yourself," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack reached the edge of her bed, his hand finding hers, tangling their fingers together. Felicia's breath hitched, her eyes locked on his as he leaned in closer. "I want you, Felicia. I want to experience every inch of you," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
Felicia's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She knew she should protest, should push him away, but the words refused to come. Instead, she found herself leaning into his touch, her body craving more.
Jack took her silence as consent, his hands roaming her body, exploring every curve, every dip. He pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. Felicia moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together.
Their kiss was messy, chaotic, a dance of tongues and teeth and desperation. Jack's hands found the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, leaving her clad only in a black lace bra. Felicia gasped, her body arching as Jack's hands explored her newly exposed skin, his fingers tracing patterns that set her nerve endings on fire.
Jack paused, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Felicia's figure was a work of art - toned muscles honed from years of training, a narrow waist that flared into full, round hips, and legs that went on for days. Her breasts were full and firm, straining against the confines of her bra, begging to be set free.
Jack reached behind her, unhooking her bra with expert ease, freeing her breasts to his greedy gaze. He leaned down, capturing one pert nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, teasing it to a hardened peak. Felicia cried out, her body squirming beneath him as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Meanwhile, in the hallway, Felicia's mother, Marla, paused, her brows furrowing as she heard the noises emanating from her daughter's room. She pressed her ear against the door, listening intently, her heart pounding with concern and curiosity.
Inside the room, Jack had begun to explore lower, his hands tracing the edge of Felicia's skirt, slipping underneath to find the heat and wetness waiting for him. Felicia gasped, her body tensing as Jack's fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow, steady circles.
"You like that, don't you, Felicia?" Jack growled, his voice laced with dominance. Felicia could only nod, her body writhing beneath his touch.
Jack continued to tease her, his fingers slipping inside her, feeling her stretch around him, her body tightening as she neared the edge. Felicia's moans grew louder, more insistent, filling the room with the sound of their passion.
In the hallway, Marla's concern turned to suspicion. She knocked softly on the door, calling out, "Felicia? Is everything alright in there?"
Inside the room, Felicia froze, her eyes widening in panic. Jack, however, merely smirked, his fingers continuing their steady rhythm. "Don't stop, Felicia. I want to hear you come," he urged, his voice low and dangerous.
With a final, strangled cry, Felicia came undone, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. Jack muffled her cries with his mouth, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to stroke her, drawing out every last tremor.
In the hallway, Marla assumed that Felicia was simply venting after her father's arrest.
Jack smiled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Felicia's bare skin. "That was just the beginning, Felicia. I want to give you something even better. Something you've never experienced before."
Felicia's eyes widened, curiosity and anticipation warring within her. "What do you mean?"
Jack leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "I mean, I want to be your first. I want to give you your first orgasm from penetration. I want to make you scream my name so loud that your mom will hear it."
Felicia gasped, her cheeks flushing pink. "Jack, I can't... she's right outside the door. We have to be quiet."
Jack chuckled, his hand sliding down her body, cupping her mound possessively. "Don't worry, kitten. I'll make sure you're too busy screaming to care about anything else."
He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him. Felicia moaned softly, her body arching as she adjusted to the new sensation. Jack added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
He curled his fingers upward, finding that sweet spot inside her that made her gasp.
"Jack... I... I can't..." Felicia panted, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
Jack withdrew his fingers, leaving her whimpering and empty. He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her stretch around him as he pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch. Felicia bit her lip, stifling her cries as she adjusted to his size.
Jack paused, giving her time to adapt before beginning to move, setting a steady rhythm that had her gasping and moaning with each thrust. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, muffling her cries as he dominated her, filling her completely.
Felicia's hands clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin as she struggled to remain quiet. Jack's hand found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, Felicia," Jack growled, his voice ragged with desire. "Make yourself come on my cock."
Felicia's body tensed, her orgasm building rapidly within her. Jack increased his pace, slamming into her with reckless abandon, his own release nearing.
"Jack... I... I'm... I'm coming..." Felicia gasped, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. Jack followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing inside her as he came undone, filling her with his hot cum.
Their bodies collapsed together, slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in time. Felicia lay beneath him, her body limp and sated, her mind racing with a chaotic mix of emotions.
"That was... that was... incredible, Jack," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I told you I'd make you scream, kitten. And I wasn't kidding."