MJ & Felicia's penthouse apartment, Manhattan

Natasha surveyed the luxury apartment shared by Felicia and MJ. "This is quite the place you have here, Felicia. Rent here must cost you a pretty penny."

"It isn't cheap, I can tell you that," smiled Felicia. "Still, you can't beat the view."

"No arguments here," Natasha agreed, gazing out over the Manhattan skyline. "I might not be able to use the Helicarrier for this job, but as a headquarters, I could have done a lot worse. Are you two really OK with me staying here?"

Felicia chuckled. "Are you kidding? This place is huge! It's got 6 bedrooms. I think we can fit you in without any trouble."

"I see. Well, I appreciate it," Natasha said gratefully, setting a laptop down on the coffee table in front of her. "You have that USB drive?"

Felicia pulled the drive from her pocket and handed it to Natasha "Sure do. Let's see what's on there."

Felicia, MJ and Natasha crowded around the laptop screen, curious to see what Weasel's program had gotten from Fisk's computer. They found messages, bank transaction records, **** photos, security videos -- plenty of evidence to point to Fisk's wrongdoings. While it likely wouldn't have been enough to convict Fisk -- his lawyers would have certainly found scapegoats to pin everything on -- it definitely proved that he'd had numerous illegal dealings.

"Well, this confirms what I'd suspected all along," Natasha mused. "Wilson Fisk is the boss of New York's criminal underworld. Still, this is only the beginning -- we need to find a way to legally link him to any of this before we can bust him."

"Do you think that's possible?" asked MJ.

"Maybe. There's a lot here. An old friend of mine -- Matt Murdock -- has been building a case against Fisk for years. Even if he legally couldn't use this in court, I'm sure he'd find this all very useful. Trouble is, I don't know if he'd just accept this data, given how it was obtained..."

"...We'll figure it out later," MJ said. "By the way, do you think you could send us copies of the data on that drive? Both Felicia and I would like to go through it in more detail."

"Already sent," replied Natasha. "Hopefully you two find what you're looking for."

That night

Mary Jane and Felicia sat back in the apartment balcony's Jacuzzi, allowing themselves a moment of relaxation before they began the task of going over the data they had taken from Fisk Tower. Felicia had always enjoyed these moments -- for one thing, it was a great time to relax. Cat burglary was hard work. Secondly, since MJ had moved in, these moments were great opportunities to bond and strengthen their friendship. The best part, though? She got to see MJ in a tiny bikini on a regular basis. So, when Natasha strolled out onto the balcony, her own body clad in a small red bikini of her own, and stepped into the jacuzzi, Felicia's mind was blown. Two gorgeous redheads wearing next to nothing, right in front of me, she thought. It's like that incredible dream I had once. Try not to drool. Or gawk awkwardly.

"I could get used to this," Natasha said as she sank into the hot water, letting herself loosen up. "Most safehouses I stay at don't have anything like this."

"Is there one on the Helicarrier?" MJ wondered aloud. "If not, maybe you should get one installed."

"I'd definitely be on board with that," Natasha said, "Though it'd probably be a hard sell to Fury."

"I'm sure it would be. I've heard a lot about your boss," MJ said. "He seems like a real hard-ass."

"Oh, he is," Natasha said. "But he's fair. And he's always been dedicated to making the world a safer place."

"Fair enough," MJ said back. "But still, you deserve your own Jacuzzi."

"Heh. Maybe I'll mention to him. He might even agree to it if we take Fisk down."

"If he doesn't, you can always use ours," Felicia chimed in.

Natasha chuckled. "I may just hold you to that, Felicia."

The three women spent the better part of the next hour talking amongst themselves and relaxing, with Felicia sneaking peeks at MJ & Natasha's sexy figures whenever she got the chance. Soon after, they retired to their respective rooms for the night; taking down Wilson Fisk would be no easy feat.