Author's Note: Enjoy! :)

Wilson Fisk was staring out of the window. He was a large husky man with no hair, and no matter what the occasion was, he always wore a white tuxedo with a purple tie. His attire never changed, and people never questioned his motives-ever: for Wilson Fisk was the Kingpin-the most powerful crime lord in the world. He held all the riches in the palm of his hand, and he didn't care how he got them. He would hire useless freaks like the Scorpion, the Rhino, or the Sandman and either disposed of them once their missions were accomplished or abandoned them if they failed. He ordered his minions to steal and if necessary-kill those that got in the way. Not only that, but he sold drugs to children, and he knew that their lives would fall apart, but who cared? Not the Kingpin-that was for certain. Besides, his father had never cared for his well being, so why should he care for anyone else's? In fact, his father thought he was useless. The Kingpin smiled slightly. In the end, though, he proved him wrong. He proved all of them-his brothers, his relatives, his so-called "friends," and his neighborhood bullies-wrong. No one-absolutely no one-got away with insulting the Kingpin. Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts: "Morgan to the Kingpin-I've got it."

The Kingpin tapped on a device similar to the one Morgan had. "Excellent. I'll-" The Kingpin heard a familiar 'click-clacking' sound against the marble floor of the hallway.

"I'll talk to you later. In the meantime, make sure no one takes it away from you, and if necessary-exterminate the astronaut." He took out the earpiece and placed it into his drawer. He sat on his large black chair and folded his hands together. He finally turned when he heard the door creak open.

"Here, Fisk," replied Felicia as she threw two bags onto his desk.

"Now, now, Ms. Harding-you don't want to make me angry."

Felicia froze at the sound of the Kingpin's words and turned to see him smile evilly. Felicia hated that smile-it made her shudder and boiling mad at the same time. And it reminded her that the Kingpin was the devil himself. She narrowed her icy blue eyes and glared at him.

"Look, Fisk, I only did this because you have someone I want. I kept my end of the deal-now, keep yours." Felicia turned until her back was the only thing that was facing Fisk.

Fisk folded his hands in front of him. 'Who does she think she is? She may be the daughter of a multi-millionaire, but that fact won't save her.'

"Now, now, Ms. Harding, I didn't say that this was the only-"

"What?!" exclaimed Felicia as she whirled around. She was shaking with fury. "You told me that I only had to do one thing, and I did it. In fact, I did two!"

"Ms. Harding," said the Kingpin, "I said that you had to steal for me. For how long was not mentioned."

"Forget it, Fisk!" exclaimed Felicia as she waved her left arm in front of him, "I killed four people because you wanted me to, and I nearly killed two more. I can't murder anymore. Once was bad enough. And-"

"And in the blink of an eye, I can kill your father," interrupted the Kingpin. Felicia closed her mouth and eyes. He was right, and what it made worse was that she-Felicia Harding-the ruthless, stealthy Black Cat-couldn't do anything about it; she was completely and utterly helpless. She hung her head down and stared at the floor-trying to stay strong. No matter what, she wouldn't-she refused-to show tears in front of the Kingpin. She clenched her fists.

She heard Fisk walk toward her, and before long, she opened her eyes to meet the sight of his shiny black shoes-shoes that reminded her who was running the show. He placed a firm hand on her chin. He slightly squeezed it and moved her face so that her eyes met his.

"Don't try anything funny, Ms. Harding, or else your family will pay dearly. Now you wouldn't want that, would you?" he asked. He smiled and shoved her face away violently. He straightened his tie and suit and walked out-to leave Felicia Harding in the bleak, desolate room. She fell to the floor-her legs refusing to support her-as bitter tears racked her body.

Author's Note: Thanks a lot for your reviews. This might take a lot longer than the first one that I wrote because I have a bunch of villains that I want to include. Not only that, but school's coming up, so that might also slow my progress. And I'd especially like to thank LordLanceahLot for being such a faithful reader/reviewer. Thanks so much. (Don't worry-this won't turn to Felicia/Peter-that plot is getting way too old.)