Peter sat in the back of a large police van, his new hands still cuffed and his new feet cuffed to the floor. Next to him was some creepy looking guy with stubble, burly shoulders, and the smell of sweat. And unfortunately for him, the prisoner was looking him over with lecherous intent.
"So, what are you in for, doll?" he said, grinning, showing off his rotten teeth.
"Ugh," said Peter, leaning away. "Well, I got framed for something I didn't do, but if you keep looking at me like that, I might just commit a real crime right here, right now."
"Come on, I don't bite, doll," said the prisoner, leaning uncomfortably close.
"No, but you do reek!" said Peter, turning away. He decided to try listening to the conversations outside the van.
"Yeah, the chief thinks she belongs in the Raft."
"Yeah, makes sense, she's a slippery one for sure."
Peter's eyes widened. The Raft? It'd be too difficult to escape from that place in one night. He had to catch Felicia now. There had to be someway to escape. But what was Peter supposed to do? He had no super strength, Spider-Sense, nothing. He was stuck in the body of a muggle woman, and he-
Peter paused for a second. Muggle woman? Felicia Hardy was no muggle woman! She had been giving him the slip for years! And she was darn good at punching people's lights out. And she had all this gadgetry that she used to slip in and out of places. Oh, but of course Felicia didn't leave him with much. And what she did, the cops took it away by now. And she was a good fighter through martial arts. He didn't have that kind of training. Dang it, maybe he should have listened to Mary-Jane when she told him to learn some actual fighting moves just in case the day ever came that he couldn't rely on his powers.
He looked down at his cuffs, and saw Felicia's stunning reflection again. That was when it dawned on him. Felicia did have one super power he could use...
"Say, dollface?" said the prisoner. "I think I found a small lock pick in my pocket. I could be convinced to share it, you know..."
Peter looked at the prisoner, who gave him a lecherous look. It took every once of strength Peter had to not puke his guts out right now. But as he continued to think... ugh, desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Actually, uh, yeah, I'd love to run away with you now..." Peter inwardly shuddered as he said, "...handsome. You're right. In fact, I can help us both escape."
"Now that's what I like to hear," said the prisoner. "So what were you thinkin'?"
Sheesh, men are so easy. Peter peeked out the window of the van and saw the police officers finishing their chat. That was when he saw a younger-looking officer walking towards the van, about to get into the driver's seat. Peter noticed he seemed close to his and Felicia's age, and he then had an idea.
"Hand me that lockpick," said Peter. "I think I can get us some more help from up front."
The officer drove the van towards the drop off, where the two prisoners in the back would be taken away to the Raft. However, the quiet drive was suddenly interrupted when he heard a young woman cry out from the backseat.
"Ack, get off of me, you creep! Leave me alone!"
The officer carefully peeked back into the back, and was shocked to see the larger, male prisoner about to force himself on poor "Felicia Hardy". Pulling over, he ran to the backseat, opened the doors and saw the larger prisoner on top of poor "Ms. Hardy".
"Hey, get off of her!" he yelled. The prisoner looked at him, but then looked right back down at "Felicia". "I'm warning you!" The officer suddenly pulled out his taser and stepped into the back, preparing to prod the prisoner. Fortunately, the prisoner finally got the message and backed off, and the officer looked down at the poor "Ms. Hardy" laying on the seat.
"He- he attacked me! How could he!? Doesn't anyone know how to treat a lady around here?" "Ms. Hardy" cried.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," said the officer, helping her sit back up. "I am so sorry that happened, Ms. Hardy. I'll make sure he doesn't do it again."
"Ms. Hardy" looked at him before gaining a coy smile and said, "I'm so touched. I'm glad to see that chivalry still exists. That a handsome young man like yourself would help a poor, sweet girl like me."
The officer found himself blushing as he rubbed the back of his neck and said, "Oh, well, I, um, I'm an officer of the law, Ms. Hardy. I can't let anyone get hurt on my watch."
"Please, Ms. Hardy was my mother," said "Ms. Hardy". "You can call me Felicia."
"Oh, um, right then, Felicia," said the officer, when suddenly, "Felicia" put her hands on his shoulders.
"You really seem like a sweet man," she said. "That's why I really hate to do this!"
Suddenly, "Felicia" headbutted the officer, knocking him to the ground, before she rose up and her chains fell off. She disposed of her lockpick out of the doors and made a break for it.
"Hey, what about me?" called out the prisoner.
"Yeah, you got a little too real back there, buddy!" said Peter.
The officer got up off the ground and chased after him. "Hey! Stop! Get back here!"
"Hey, I really am sorry about what I just did!" Peter called back to him. "Trust me, I know how it feels!"
"You're coming with me!" said the officer. Peter ducked into an alleyway and tried to evade him, but found himself at a dead end, with nothing but some fire escapes just out of reach.
"Ugh, if only I had my powers," Peter muttered to himself. However, his mind suddenly flashed back to one of the times Felicia was running away from him, and how she leapt up an incredible distance to reach a fire escape. Looking down at his new feet, he thought, Well, no matter who's occupying it, Felicia's body is capable of stuff like that. Concentrating, he leapt up as far as he could, and the next thing he knew, he was about ten feet off the ground.
Grabbing onto the fire escape, Peter couldn't help but think, Man, Felicia, you've got some moves! He climbed his way up the building, before he succeeded in escaping.
Whoo! What a rush! Peter thought as he ran along the rooftops. While the memory of being forced to flirt with two guys with haunt him to the day he dies, Peter was glad he escaped.
Felicia's not half bad. No wonder I can never catch her. She clearly loves the thrill too much. And you know what? I can't blame her.
Suddenly, Peter looked down to see the other officers who arrested him, loading some of Felicia's gear into a police car. Grr, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm gonna need that stuff if I wanna force Felicia to switch us back. Carefully, he made his way back down to ground level.
The officers were just finishing up until they heard a loud noise from the alleyway. At first they just looked confused, but then the noise became much louder, and the all walked over to investigate. That was when Peter jumped over to the police car and quickly grabbed Felicia's gear.
Classic misdirection, he smiled to himself. However, he suddenly heard a voice yell, "Hey! What do you think you're doin'?" Peter turned around to see the officers returning about to tackle him.
"Ugh, please, guys, I don't want to hurt anyone!" Peter said. The officers ignored her, however, and one attempted to through a punch. Peter managed to duck, and as the officer attempted to punch him again, Peter found himself kicking his legs, sending him crashing down.
"Huh?" Peter muttered to himself as he looked at the officer on the ground. He didn't have much more time to think, though, as another officer rushed him, but he quickly knocked that officer down with a spinning kick.
"What? Since when could I do that?" he said to himself. That was when it dawned on him. These were Felicia's moves. But how was he using them?
Of course, muscle memory! Felicia's muscle were so used to using her moves, performing them perfectly was like second nature! Even if he did not remember learning moves like this, Peter was in a body that had learned how to use these moves, and involuntarily remembered the movements. So all he had to do was think, and it would work.
More officers came towards him, but Peter decided he didn't really want to get in a fight, so he quickly took off. Approaching a building, he took out Felicia's clawed gloves and quickly slipped them on his hands, and managed to jump onto the wall and climb away until the officers could no longer see him.
As soon as he thought he was safe, Peter tried putting on the rest of Felicia's gear. So, as long as I'm in her body, I can do anything Felicia can do! C'mon, Peter, you've seen her fight all the time. You can figure this out!
Felicia led Mary-Jane into the old garbage building, quickly catching a whiff of the terrible smells. "Sheesh, I know Fisk was dirty, but he could have at least cleaned up a little," she said.
"Well, where is this little key anyway?" said Mary-Jane.
"Um, I'm not sure. Let's split up and look," said Felicia.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" said Mary-Jane.
"C'mon, you trust me, don't you, Mary-Jane?" said Felicia.
That was when Mary-Jane stared at Felicia as if she had suddenly grown a second head. "What?" Felicia said.
"...Nothing," said Mary-Jane as she left to look around. She was actually confused as to why "Peter" had just called her Mary-Jane rather than his usual affectionate "MJ".
As Felicia went around the facility, her thoughts got a little worried. Man, Mary-Jane's gonna find out something is wrong at thins rate. I gotta admit. She's clever. Clearly, Petey has a type. Ugh, but I hope I get Dad's treasure back soon. I wonder how long I might end up having to pretend to be Peter if I can't. It's kinda hard. And Mary-Jane... yeah, I'm just not into that.
Felicia already had figured where the second key was, and quickly made her way to a desk, and searched around in it. Finally, she found a box, and using her new super strength, she pried it open. Sure enough, there was the key. Sweet! Now I can just bail on Mary-Jane, sneak Dad's treasure out from What's-His-Face's nose, and then I'm back to my gorgeous self!
Suddenly, her newfound Spider-Sense went off. It was weird. Ever since she switched bodies with Peter, her brain's been buzzing nonstop. But this time, it felt a little stronger...
She looked up and saw a familiar face, and quickly used a web to pull him down to the ground. Mary-Jane must have heard, because within seconds, she was in the room, and she gasped at who she saw on the ground.
"Felicia!?" she shrieked as "Felicia" looked at her and gasped.