Felicia and Mary Jane -- Black Cats

Fisk Tower, late night

It wasn't often that anyone found themselves in Wilson Fisk's penthouse office, unless they were doing business with the man himself. In fact, these days, with the rumors of what happened to the few misguided fools who'd attempted to enter Fisk's office without permission, nobody even dared try. Which made it all the more surprising when two gorgeous figures, clad in tight black outfits, dropped down into the office from the massive skylight overlooking it. Even more shocking? They had somehow slipped past Fisk's state-of-the-art security system, and were now searching his office without anyone being the wiser.

The silver-haired woman spoke up. "I have to admit, Red, I'm impressed. When we started this partnership, you didn't know a damn thing about thieving. Now you're almost as good as I am."

"What can I say? I'm a fast learner," The redhead answered. "Face it, Felicia, soon the student's going to be the master."

"Riiiiiight," the silver-haired woman groaned. "You'll never be THIS good, rookie. But you're still a hell of a partner."

"Maybe I can find us better costumes -- I mean, look at these things!" the redhead came back. "You may be the better thief, but I'm clearly the one with fashion sense here."

"You wound me, MJ," said Felicia playfully. "Besides, I think you look damn fine in that outfit. Think you could work it into one of your photoshoots?"

MJ nodded. Despite her teasing, she had to admit, her and Felicia's matching Black Cat outfits looked damn good on them. "Probably. But I feel like doing something like that would somehow lead to us getting caught. Moving along, though, we should probably get to work. The dirt on Fisk's not going to uncover itself"

The two combed through Fisk's office, pocketing any valuables they could find, as well as things like loose memos and flash drives. When Felicia Hardy first approached Mary Jane Watson with the idea of a partnership, the idea of thieving was something of a tough sell; Felicia's justification for her actions was that she only stole from people 'who really deserve it'. MJ eventually agreed to everything when she reasoned that the police were never going to be able to bring people like Fisk to justice -- not without help outside the law.

Eventually, they made their way to Fisk's computer. Felicia smiled widely. "Jackpot."

"This is a hell of a setup," MJ noted. "Bet there's all kinds of dirt on Fisk here, but this thing's got to have cutting-edge security on it. And I've never seen you hack anything."

"Don't need to," Felicia smirked, pulling a USB device from her costume. "I got this thing from Weasel. Skeevy little bastard, but the guy knows his computers."

"Weasel?"

"You remember that loudmouth merc we ran into on the Alchemax heist? Deadpool?"

"Ugh, are you kidding? I've being trying to forget that guy since then... (though he was kinda funny.)"

"Yeah, Weasel's a friend of his. He's a lowlife, but he's good for this kind of stuff."

"Alright, let's see how good," MJ said as Felicia plugged the USB into the computer. A program auto-executed, and in a matter of minutes, had seemingly downloaded a bunch of data, and left a prompt on screen to remove the drive.

"Great! We got what we came for. Now let's get out of h--"

MJ and Felicia paused, feeling like something -- or someone -- was watching them from the shadows. Somehow, someone else had made into Fisk's office. MJ and Felicia's eyes locked on to a dark corner of the room.

"You can come out now, we know you're here," MJ said. "No point in hiding anymore."

A third gorgeous female figure emerged from the shadows, approaching the Black Cats.