3 days after her breakup with Spiderman, Felicia was lying on the floor of her penthouse. Her back was braced against the wall as her face was buried in her hands. All manner of destruction filled the room, paintings were overturned, jewelry was strewn about and shattered glass covered some of the floor. It was the end result of an emotional whirlwind for the past half hour for Felicia. Another bout of severe nausea that morning, caused her some concern. It'd been plaguing for the past few days and she had a fearful suspicion of what it pertained to. A trip to the convenience store and a two parallel lines on a pregnancy test would confirm what she feared. After the ensuing chaos, Felicia finally settled down on the floor, her right hand rubbing her watery eyes. Her mind was racing on what to do. She was always methodical in her life, but this was the last thing she could have planned for. She was pregnant with Spiderman's child, a superhero's child. Being a wanted criminal, parenthood didn't exactly seem ideal. She was considering an abortion, but there was a measure of conflict within her that made her unsure. She needed to clear her head first. She composed herself and the dressed to go outside. She took the train to Central Park and once there, walked for a bit. The park had been her go to for a morning jog, but now was serving as a means to mentally decompress and think of what to do next. She continued down the trail, passing by people practicing yoga, riding bikes, or vendors aggressively selling a variety of goods and services. A small commotion arouse as a group of people gathered suddenly in front of her. They were pointing and rising their hands and phones to the sky. One teenage girl yelled out, "It's Spiderman!" Felicia turned her head towards where they were pointing and could faintly see his figure swinging away in the distance, police sirens following in suit. She turned her attention back to the path and continued on her walk. A feeling of bitterness came over her.
"This is all Spidey's fault," she thought.
Whatever the case, it was her issue to figure out now. She continued walking, not particularly caring which path she took. Whether by chance, or subconscious direction, she found herself passing by a children's playground. She approached slowly watching the numerous children playing. She saw parents seating on wooden benches watching their children slide down a stone slide, other children chasing each other in a game of tag. One individual caught Felicia's eye, it was a young blonde Caucasian woman, about 30 or so, pushing her young daughter on a swing. The girl was little more than 2 and her face was caught up in excitement as her mother pushed her again and again on the swing. Felicia placed her hand on her stomach. She thought about her mother and how she raised her all alone after her father went to prison and eventually passed.
"She did it, so could I," she thought.
She watched the mother and child play for a little bit longer before finally leaving. She followed the path north, back to the train station. As she walked, a mass of joggers came in the opposite direction. As she shifted to the side to let them pass, her heart sank. She recognized one of the joggers as one of the guards she had encountered at Stitz's apartment. He was wearing headphones and was sweating profusely as he continued closer in his jog. She threw her head down in the opposite direction keeping her head down until he had passed. After a few seconds she peered back and saw he had continued on with his jog. She let out a sigh of relief. A close call no thought, but one that she could risk again in the future. She thought for a moment. This was always a risk she knew she'd have in the city with her occupation, but having a child would mean she wasn't just risking her own life anymore. She shook her head dismissively and continued on towards the subway station. She it reached quickly, and when it finally came she entered it, finally resolved on what to do.
Hours later, Spiderman was swinging through the Manhattan night sky. He was swinging towards Felicia's penthouse. He'd gotten a voicemail from her earlier :"See me tonight, please." He was a little confused, her sultry voice was replaced with one that sounded on the verge of tears. His good nature made him unable to ignore it. Though he was mad at her, he still cared about her. As he swung closer, he could see her penthouse in the distance. He finally arrived and found the lights were off and didn't see Felicia anywhere. All he did see was a large cardboard box with a tape recorder affixed atop it. Taped to the recorder was a paper note addressed "Spidey." He picked up the recorder and played it:
"Hey there Spider. So I guess you win. Im giving it all up and going straight, but this isn't exactly easy for me. I know if we're together I'll just find my way back into old habits, so I'm doing what I feel is best for myself. Maybe we'll see each other again, or maybe not. Love always, Felicia."
He put the recorder down and opened the box, inside he found her uniform and gear. He raced towards her terrace entrance and was taken aback by another revelation. The door was locked but she could see through the glass door the house was completely empty. All her loot and furniture was gone, no indication was left that the house was previously occupied. He realized the gravity of Felicia's message. He rang her cell phone several times, but after the 6th call he realized he wasn't going to get an answer. She was gone and there wasn't nothing he could currently do about it.
"Damn it Felicia," he sighed as he picked up the box with her belongings. He swung away and dropped them off at the nearest police station before calling it an early night.