Felicia Hardy sat on the couch in the living room of her apartment. She held in her hand an envelope addressed to her. It was sent by Adrian Toomes. She did not know whether she should open it. She knew what Toomes did weeks earlier. After much hesitation, she finally decided to open it. She pulled the letter out of the envelope and began to read it.
Dear Felicia,
By now you have heard about the crime that I committed. I hope that you do not think of me as an insane person. I did it all in the heat of the moment. Bestman was, after all, shutting down what I had worked so hard for. I gave him what I thought was appropriate for him at the time.
I think that you should know that I have been thinking about what your father said. He told you that you should not settle for second best. That is like what happened with me. I did not want Bestman to think that he was better than me. I wanted to best him. I wonder if you have also been thinking of your father's words.
You are a smart girl. I am sure that you have memorized the blueprints. You may even make some improvements of your own. Feel free to do so. Make it your own. Fly while you have wings.
Sincerely,
Adrian Toomes.
Felicia lifted her eyes from the letter. She worked hard to be rewarded all her life. She imagined what it would be like to be able to rob places to become wealthy. She believed at that moment that her father had it right. His mistake was getting caught. She would make sure that she was more careful. After all, it is difficult for people to catch birds.
Over the next couple of weeks, Felicia built a harness much like that of Toomes. Her costume had its deviations from Toomes'. Rather than the green costume that Toomes was seen in, Felicia chose to have a black costume to make it difficult for others to spot her in the night. Her sharp, black wings would strike fear into those who would cross her path. At the end of it all, she looked in the mirror.
"What shall I be called? Black Bird? No. The Vultress."