With her bottom and legs trapped in the vent, and her upper torso free, she had an idea. She remembered she had a tool, a tool she hadn't used for a long time. She pulled a small device out of her wrist, a laser cutter. She then burnt through the metal trapping her lower half, freeing herself.
She then climbed down the building quickly. She was successful. Though, something didn't seem right. It was all easy. Too easy. Maybe she underestimated her abilities, and overestimated Kingpin's defenses. She had escaped. Unless, somebody saw her. There was no way of knowing. She did hear someone ride the elevator up to her floor, but surely she got out in-time before that person saw her. Although, they did close the vent. But was it manually closed? Or was it an automated system set to close at that time? Felicia tried to shake away these thoughts.
She escaped. No way the Kingpin could stop her now. With all of this money, she could go anywhere she wanted. But not without Spiderman. But how would he react once he finds out? Would he turn against her because it's "the wrong thing to do"? Or would he let it slide because she stole it from Kingpin, a criminal? No, he'd want her to do something "responsible" with it. Whatever that meant.
Felicia returned home to her apartment, just as she left it. She then hid her satchel with the money under her cabinet in her bathroom. Then, in under 5 minutes, went to bed and fell fast asleep.
-Felicia's Apartment, The Next Morning.-
Felicia awoke at once, immediately running into the bathroom and checking under her cabinet. The money was still there. Her mind began to race as she thought about the possibilities of what she could do with all this wealth. She then settled herself down, and reminded herself about Spiderman. She couldn't leave without him! She loved him, although he cared too much about morals, he was still the only person who truly knew what her life was like. He connected with her on a whole different level.
It was settled: She would find Spiderman as soon as he came back, and she would convince him to leave with her, to someplace else. She wouldn't tell him how he got her money, and would create a cover story. Then they would move to wherever they wanted to be! No limitations. Just him, and her. First, she needed a bath.
First she laid a bathrobe onto her bed, then went into the bathroom. She stripped her black-leather costume off her body, and once completely naked, stepped into the warm, white, bubbly water. It felt so soothing to her. She finally didn't care about the water bill, she could pay it off easily! As she sank her body deeper down into the water, she began to daydream. About her perfect future. Nothing could take this away from her. Or, rather, she thought.
10 minutes later she emerged out of the water, from her white-clean hair to her bare-foot toes, she was squeaky clean. She entered her dark bedroom, and proceeded to dry herself off with a towel. Once fully dried, she grabbed her white-bathrobe from her dresser and put it on. Until, she remembered something: she didn't put the bathrobe on her dresser. She left it on her bed.
She quickly spun around, in her fighting stance and then took notice to something she didn't see before: A dark, big shadow. Sitting in the corner of her apartment room. Watching her.