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Peter blinked when the girl turned to look at him and accuse him of sneaking up on her. “I mean…sure it’s not cool but what if someone was just trying to get by without disturbing someone else and it may have looked like they were sneaking up when in reality they were just… walking?” He tried to play it off as casual, attempting to lean against the cave wall only to miss and stumble before finally placing a hand to steady himself. “Name’s Peter Quill or Star-Lord. What’s yours?” He nodded at her, giving a small smile. “Don’t think you’ve been around for too long. Or just really quiet?”

Felicia raised her eyebrows at the man. Was it just her, or did he seem a little off? Then again, a lot of the people here did. “Felicia Hardy... some call me the Black Cat, if we’re throwing nicknames in there too.” She crossed her legs and sat up a little straighter. “I’m quiet when I want to be.”

#peter quill.

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“Ah, my apologies. I have a light step.” Stephen stated, giving the younger woman a small bow. “Are you alright though?” He peered over at her, a small smile on his lips and taking the time to recognize that he didn’t actually know who she was. “I’m Doctor Stephen Strange, I’m going to assume you’re new to the Stone?” She looked far too young to belong here and briefly she reminded him of Peter Parker. He wondered if she knew the boy as well and if so, did she know Tony too? “Is there anyone that you might know that I can try to find for you?” He raised a brow at her, a questioning but harmless look on his face.

Felicia shook her head. “If alright means slowly losing my mind, then yes. Perfectly alright.” She turned a little, raising her eyebrow at the stranger. “I’m Felicia Hardy, and yes I am... As for finding someone, I guess you could try? Have you see a Walter Hardy around, by chance? It’s my father. I think he may be in trouble.”

#stephen strange.

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Felicia really was starting to crack. This place... These people... It was all unfamiliar to her, and she didn’t see how they were going to get out. After the new wave of people, she thought for sure it wouldn’t be long but she was wrong. Every day spent in there was another day her father rotted away in federal prison, and she couldn’t stand it. She sat by herself, teeth gritted as she stared off into space. She was tired of being hungry with no way to fix it. She was tired of being trapped. She heard movement behind her and whipped around, frowning a little. “Sneaking up on people isn’t polite from what I’ve heard,” she said, though that was incredibly rich coming from her.

#soi starter

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“i’m not a hero. born a thief. raised a thief. will die a thief.”

overview of felicia hardy (the black cat)

early life

felicia was born october 22, 1999 to walter (a famous cat burglar) and lydia hardy

she was incredibly close to her father - he doted over her, taking a great interest in her and getting her into gymnastics and karate lessons at a young age (though he was actually getting her ready for a life of crime)

she was an extremely curious, observant child

felicia was always an above average student and especially excelled in english - she was a partcularly good writer

she never knew her father’s true occupation (he always claimed to be a traveling salesman) until the day after her thirteenth birthday when he was arrested for his crimes - felicia learning his true identity caused their relationship to be fairly strained for a few years, which was hard for her since they were so close

she graduated high school with honors and then continued on to new york university where she planned on majoring in english lit

origin story (how she became the black cat)

felicia was at a frat party one night, doing her best to try to fit in and make friends

felicia usually wasn’t much of a drinker, but she did that night and it cost her - after one cup of beer she almost completely blacked out

when she woke up, she was completely naked with a total stranger on top of her and, though she tried to escape, she was still too weak to fight off her attacker and she eventually passed out once more

she awoke the next morning alone with no one in sight and with only a slight recollection of her attacker

after that, felicia had completely lost her faith in humanity and dropped out of college

after a few months, she decided that she wanted revenge and immediately went to train in martial arts once again

it wasn’t long after that she saw her attacker in the news - he’d gotten drunk and got into a car accident, killing him almost instantly

still filled with anger, especially now that she couldn’t exact her revenge, she focused her energy on following in her father’s footsteps instead - she saw herself as sort of a robin hood figure who stole from the rich to give to the poor (the poor being herself)

what was she up to before the snap

after being attacked, felicia fixed her relationship with her father and the two became close once again and she started to hatch a plan to free him from prison

the plan was all set and was sent for the end of the month but the snap came before it could be executed, leaving walter in prison and felicia trying to claw her way out of the soul world

#about. #headcanon. #tw drugs #tw rape #tw death