Prologue

Spider-man, Peter Parker pounded mercilessly on the Green Goblin, Norman Osborn. Just the day before the Green Goblin had killed Gwen Stacy, a girl that Peter loved, a girl he had intended to marry. He had punched him so much that the mask Norman wore was torn and half of Norman's face was exposed. With each punch Peter thought of another insult to call him.

He threw one punch and saw a few of Norman's teeth fall to the ground and stopped himself. Still holding onto to Osborn with one hand Peter looked at his blood covered fist.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself. "I almost killed him. No… no, I'm not a murderer like you Osborn. You're going to jail."

He threw Osborne against the wall and continued to look at his hands, shaken by the fact that he had almost become the very thing that he despised; a killer. Osbourne used the wall to stagger up to his feet laughing the whole time.

"I knew you didn't have it in you," Osborn cackled.

"I'm not going to stoop to your level," Peter said. "You're going be tried legally and the justice system will decide your fate. In your case I'm going to be hoping for the death penalty."

"That's not going to happen," Osborn said with a chuckle as spit some blood out of his mouth.

"Oh yeah and why is…" Peter stopped as he felt his spider sense go off.

Peter dove aside just in time as Osborn's glider flew past where he had been, a pair of long blades protruding from the front. The glider ended up driving into Osborn's own chest impaling him on the wall seeming to kill him instantly. Peter stood where he was for a long moment trying to comprehend what just happened. Surely Osborn must have known that he would have sensed the glider coming.

"You took the coward's way out," Peter said to the corpse.

He then fired a web and swung away. It was probably better not to be around when Norman's body was discovered.

The alarm sounded throughout the secret facility underneath New York City.

"We've had a security breach, Subject F has escaped," a monotonous voice announced over the facility's intercom. "Terminate on sight."

Guards dressed in body armour and armed with heavy assault rifles quickly moved to find Subject F.

Subject F remained in her hiding spot in an air duct as she watch a group of guards file past. She resented being called Subject F, one of the scientists had given her a name, Felicia. She liked the name. However the scientist had ended up disappearing although Felicia didn't know why.

In truth Felicia didn't really know much about the world, for as long as she could remember she had lived in this facility cut off from the world outside. All that she knew was what they told her. She knew that she had been born, created really, to be a soldier and an assassin. She had been trained to fight and kill with lethal precision. However they didn't treat her as a person but rather as a weapon that they could point aim at any target of their chosing; and that didn't sit right with Felicia. Not so much the killing part, she didn't really have an issue with death. It was the fact that they demanded absolute loyalty from her but yet gave her no freedom. Felicia may not have known what slavery was, but there was something in her that told her that this was wrong.

That was what set her apart from the other subjects. They never questioned orders, they obeyed without hesitation. Felicia felt that the only reason she hadn't been terminated earlier for her disobedience was because she was superior than the other subjects. As they had created each subject they had gradually become stronger and faster with more added genetic enhancements. However Subject G through J had all died within months of their creation. Feeling that the problem was with something in Felicia's genetic makeup they had reverted to Subject E's genetic enhancements for Subject K.

Felicia slipped out of the air duct and looked around making sure the coast was clear. She then headed the way that the guards had come from. She knew that she was being kept underground and she had to head up.

She rounded a corner and came across a pair of guards watching a set of sliding doors. They immediately recognized her and raised their weapons but it was no good. Felicia quickly closed the gap. She yanked the gun out of the hands of one of them and smashed it into the face of the other. She then wrapped the rifle around the first man's neck and with a hard yank crushed his throat leaving him lying on the ground gasping for breath. She then smashed the stock of the rifle into the second man's head one more time crushing his skull to the point that she knew he was dead.

Quickly but calmly she bent down and rifled through the two men and came across a key card. She used it to open the door and was excited to see it was an elevator. She didn't know where to go so she pushed the top button and the doors began to close. As they did she saw another group of guard who began sprinting towards the elevator.

"Subject is on the elevator…" one of the yelled just as the doors closed.

Felicia felt the elevator begin to ascend rapidly. The elevator came to a stop at what Felicia assumed what was the top and the doors opened. She found herself in a small area with two windowless door. The first door she opened had stairs that lead down, the second one opened up to outside. She stepped through the door and outside for the first time her life.

As she walked outside she soon realized that she was on the roof of a building. All around she could here noise, noise she had never heard before. She walked towards the edge of the building and saw that she was well over five hundred feet above the ground.

As she looked down she could see dozens of vehicles moving about their head lights providing more illumination to a city already swarming with lights. Felicia walked around the perimeter of the roof and saw that on one side was a river. She was looking down at the water when she heard the door to the roof open. She turned around to see four guards come rushing out. They all raised their weapons and opened fire at her. Felicia did what she could to try and dodge the bullets but she got hit in the each arm, took three in her stomach and one bullet struck her head along the right temple.

Her body twisted and fell off the roof towards the water. The guards rushed to the edge in time to see her hit the water and disappear.

"Got her!" one guard exclaimed happily as he high-fived his cohort.

"Target has been neutralized," another guard said into his radio.

"And because we got the kill we don't have to fish the body out," a third guard said happily.

The three guards went back into the building.

Peter was swinging about looking for a criminal to beat up. Anything to take his mind off of Gwen and Norman. He heard the sound of sirens off in the distance and was about to head towards them when he heard the sound of gunfire. He swung towards the sound of gunfire which seemed to be the roof of a skyscraper.

As he reached the roof he saw the door to the roof close, but as he looked about he didn't see a dead body. However he was certain that he had heard gunfire so he looked around and after a while he found a few casings it became evident that this likely wasn't domestic as from the size of the casings these bullets came from some kind of rifle.

He continued searching around and eventually he found some blood near the edge of the roof. He looked down but he didn't see a body, although that didn't mean that it didn't end up in the river.

"There might be a cover up," Peter muttered to himself. "I should try and figure out who was shot."

He pulled out a swab that he had and took a small sample of the blood. He figured that Doctor Connors would probably be able to help him figure out who it belonged to. Inwardly Peter felt a bit relieved; this was just the thing to take his mind off of Gwen's death.

Walter Hardy, better known as Cat, had just pulled off one of the easiest heists of his career. A jeweller was looking to pull of an insurance scam so he'd replaced half of his inventory with worthless costume jewellery and had Walter rob his store. To avoid the mess of payments the half of non-costume jewellery was his payment which Walter figured he could probably get about four hundred thousand for. Not bad for one night's work.

The heist had been very simple, he'd broken into the store through a sewer access in the basement and left the same way. He had an inflatable launch moored at a sewer tunnel exit to make his getaway which would be next to impossible for the police to track.

It was high tide so the current along the river was actually flowing inland at the moment as he headed towards the south end of Manhattan Island. As he did he saw something in the water floating towards him. At first he thought it was just some garbage but then he saw that it was a person. He slowed down to a stop to get a better look and saw that it was a woman, and she seemed to be alive but unconscious.

He pulled her onto the boat with some struggle, she was surprisingly tall and while she was very athletic looking she seemed to be abnormally heavy, almost as if she was made of metal but she felt very much like flesh. Walter almost flipped the boat getting her but he did and once she was in he lay back against the far side of the boat breathing heavily to catch his breath from the exertion.

He then looked at the women who was breathing, but shallowly, however he could tell as he stared at her very ample breasts which rose and fell with each breath she took. He watched her breath for a few moments before he realized that she was injured. She had been shot repeatedly, he could see three wounds in her stomach and one in each arm and she had another wound on her head.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Walter muttered beginning to panic.

As rule Walter did all he could to avoid gun and violence in general as he wasn't a big fan of blood. Still if he didn't do anything to help her she was probably going to die. Frankly he was amazed she wasn't dead yet from the wounds that she had.

He knew that the first thing he needed to do was get the bullets out. The longer the bullets were in her the greater the chance of developing lead poisoning. Squeamishly he check the stomach wounds first but those wounds seemed to be clean through and through shots. He then checked the wounds in her arms, one was also a through and through but she still had a bullet lodge in her left shoulder. Pulling out a pen knife he dug it into the wound and gouged out the bullet where it clinked onto the floor of the boat.

Unable to contain himself anymore Walter leaned over the edge and threw up into the water. He continued to heave for several minutes before he heard the woman stir. As he looked at her he saw that her wounds were already starting to heal over. He looked at her in confusion, the only person he'd ever heard of healing like that was the mutant Wolverine. Was this woman also a mutant?

Finally her eyes opened and she sat up and looked around not sure where she was. Finally her bright green eyes locked onto Walter.

"Who… who are you? Where am I?" she asked.

"Are you okay?" Walter inquired.

"I… yes, I think so," she said looked at the wound on her shoulder which had finished healing. "Is that normal?"

"Not for most people, but you're not most people," Walter replied.

"Is it? I… I can't remember," she said holding a hand to her head where the wound had been. "I can't… do I know you?"

"What's your name?" Walter asked.

"My name? My name… yes I remember that! My name is Felicia!" she said excitedly.

Walter wasn't sure who this woman was, or more importantly what she was. But he could tell that she had abilities that would make her the perfect partner in his burglary crimes. And things were getting easier for him, he was almost fifty now and he knew that he was starting to slow down. So he went with the first lie that came into his head.

"Well Felicia, I'm your father," he replied.

"My… my father?" Felicia asked a bit confused.

"Yes, do you not remember?" Walter responded.

"I don't," she said tears starting to form in her eyes. "I'm so sorry."

Walter took a hold of her in a hug, which she resisted at first but then accepted.

"There, there," Walter said patting her back. "It's going to be alright, what's a father for if not to look after his daughter?"

For those interested the setting here is in an alternate world that's a bit of an amalgamation of the original 616 universe, the Andrew Garfield movie-verse, and the 1990's animated series universe. Since the story is about Black Cat I'm obviously skipping ahead to her introduction into this Universe which in the 616 comic universe was shortly after the death of Gwen Stacy. At this point Peter Parker has not met Mary Jane Watson, but he is good friends with Harry Osborn. If you have more questions about the setting please leave a review and I'll respond to your questions either in a PM or in my author's note at the end of the next chapter.

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