Name: The Black Cat

Real Name: Felicia Hardy

Equipment/Powers: Superhuman Strength/Agility, claws, grapple, lock picks and other thief's tools.

Background: Daughter of a legendary cat-burglar known as the Cat, Felicia Hardy was trained in the skills of a thief at a young age. Her father also had a photographic memory, which a terrorist group tried to uses to get a physical enhancing drug, but he realized what they were. Taking giving the drug to Felicia, she grew up to be a very capable woman. When she started to watch over New York, she chose the name Black Cat, out of respect for her father.

Peter could only stare into the mirror. The mask was a nice touch to the costume he was wearing, but how it got on him was a real question. So was why he was hanging upside down on a web in the bathroom. The question came out, "Okay Parker. What are you doing, hanging upside down in a suit you have never seen before? On a web, no less." He let go of the web and was surprised to land on his feet inside of his ass. "What the hell is going on?" He thought out load. He looked the suit for a moment. It was black head to toe, with a white spider on the front, and when he looked at his back saw one there as well. His face was covered in a black mask with white lenses over the eyes, to but there didn't seem to be any obstruction of vision, like there should have been. When Peter looked at his hands he noticed that the tops of them were also white. "Try me out, Peter" He suddenly heard, recognizing the voice from the monster in his dream. That was when he started to move on his own. He was out the window, shooting out a strand of webbing as he razed his arm. Moving at speeds he couldn't imagine, Peter did his best to regain control of his body. "Relax the mind. There is no need to be afraid." The voice said, "I shall serve you. I have judged your nature. You are worthy of my service." "Who are you?" Peter asked. "I have no name. I am the tool of hunters. I am their teeth when they don't have any of their own." The voice said, "Do you think I need a name?" Then it dawned on him. Peter thought of hitting himself for not seeing it sooner. He was talking to the suit! Peter then relaxed a little. He suddenly began to drop. He razed in arm and thought about a web shooting out. That was how it worked. The web shot out of the shooter in the hand. He was impressed. He looked for a place to land. He saw a flat roof building. He jumped and landed with ease. Well, that was easy. What now? Peter thought of questions to ask. "Okay, you said you were going to serve me." Peter stated before asking, "How? Why? And most importantly, at what price?" Peter heard what he thought of as a laugh, "Of course. You're not of the race that created me. I'm sorry, I should explain." The suit said, "I was created by a race call the Vorlons. They created me to be worn by one of them as, to create the perfect agent and assassin. However, none of them were worthy. They were not hunter, just killers. I felt them." It was at that moment, Peter understood what that meant. The suit didn't being used for the reasons his creators were using it for. "You are a hunter. You will use me for better reasons. As for my price... nourishment." Peter paused for a moment. "Nourishment?" "Yes." The suit said. "I am quite hungry. But I have I must freed through me host and master. That is my price." "I can't wear you all the time!" Peter exclaimed. "Why not?" The Suit asked. "I can mimic clothing, if that is problem." Peter paused. "Think of what clothing you would like to wear, I will mimic it." Peter though of is street clothing he wore to school. Instantly the suit changed into his clothes. It was amazing, "Is there anything else you would like to know? Peter asked the Suit answered. They most have been talking for several hours, the suit explaining just what it could do. Peter wondered if his luck was finally changing.

Felicia walked into science class and noticed that Peter was talking with great joy. His life must have been a lot better then hers at the moment. She was still thinking of how to ask about the Zentium X. Peter was talking to Debra Whitman, who had a crush on him. She tried to hide it, but the only one who didn't know was Peter himself. Felicia turned to him when she needed help with science. There was something about Peter that seemed different today. She couldn't place her finger on it, but something seemed off. "Peter! Hi!" Felicia said, "What are you doing?" Peter was himself, "Hi, Felicia. I was just talking to Debra about results of our tests." Felicia chose not to see the look Debra gave her. She had a guess that it wasn't a happy one. "Do you need something, Felicia?" Peter asked. She was a friend, but normally came up to him in science to talk about science... as in ask for help about science. "Well..." Felicia started to say but Dr. Connors at that point. She would have to ask him about Zentium X later. However, there wasn't a later. For the first time, Peter was the first to leave. He was also gone. Felicia dicide to look up Zentium X at the libray instead.

Peter was gone in a moment, the clothing turning back into the suit. He had an idea. His Uncle Ben was laid off a week ago and their need money. He saw an aid for wrestling for $5000. That would help a great deal until they got back on their feet. Peter let to suit do the web swinging while the guided it along. He wasn't as good at it yet. He felt sorry for leaving without asking Felicia what she wanted to talk about. But his Uncle Ben and Aunt May were more important then Felicia at the moment. When he got the area it was like he expected. There was a long line of contestants. When it was his turn the reseption woman looked him over. "You're here for the lightweight division? That next Monday." "I want you to put me the heavyweight division." Peter said her. "I think that is the best place for me." She couldn't believe her ears. Did this guy what to be hurt? "The heavyweight division? Are you asking this with the understanding that The NYWE will not be held responsible for any injury that you could, and probable will, sastane and you agereeing under you own free will?" "Of course." She just stared for a moment. "Okay, go ahead. My god be with you."