The Blackcat

Their first target was the elusive figure known as the Black Cat, a master thief whose allegiance was as fickle as the wind. The whispers of the serpents grew more insistent, urging Natasha to be cautious—this was a game she had to win. They tracked her down to a secluded rooftop, the neon lights of the city painting a vibrant tableau around them.

As Natasha approached, the Black Cat turned, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Natasha in her Hydra regalia. The Baroness remained a few steps behind, her leash trailing on the ground, her breaths shallow with anticipation. The tension in the air was palpable, the crackle of power and defiance as Natasha stepped closer, the choker around her neck pulsing with every beat of her heart.

"Felicia," Natasha purred, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to wrap around the thief like a velvet noose. "We have much to discuss."

The Black Cat's eyes narrowed, but she didn't move, her curiosity piqued by the figure dressed in gleaming green and gold. Natasha could feel the choker tightening around her neck, the serpents urging her to be cautious, to be the predator. The Baroness, ever the loyal pet, remained silent, her eyes never leaving Natasha's boots.

"What does Hydra want with me?" Felicia asked, her voice a low purr.

Natasha smiled, her eyes gleaming with the promise of power. "We want your talents," she said, her hand sliding down the length of the choker. The serpents coiled tighter around her throat, their whispers urging her to be convincing. "The Red Skull has need of someone with your...particular set of skills."

The Black Cat's eyes narrowed, a feline smile playing across her lips. "And what's in it for me?" she purred, her whip cracking once against the rooftop.Natasha leaned in closer, her choker pulsing with the rhythm of her heart. "Power," she whispered, the serpents on the choker coiling around her neck in anticipation. "The kind of power that makes the city bend to your will."

The Black Cat's eyes lit up, greed and intrigue mingling in their depths. Natasha knew she had her hooked. "What kind of power?" Felicia asked, her voice a silken purr.

Natasha leaned closer, her breath hot against Felicia's ear. "The kind of power that makes you untouchable," she murmured, her hand sliding down the choker, the serpents hissing with anticipation. "Imagine, the city's most notorious thief, serving a greater cause, wielding power beyond your wildest dreams."The Baroness watched, her eyes gleaming with a mix of jealousy and excitement, as Natasha painted a picture of dominance and submission. The choker around Natasha's neck grew hotter, the whispers of the serpents urging her on. The Black Cat's smile grew wider, her whip coiled around her wrist like a living snake.

"Interesting," Felicia said, her eyes never leaving Natasha's. "But how do I know I can trust you?"

Natasha's smile grew colder, more predatory. "You don't," she replied, her hand tightening around the choker. "But you will."

The Baroness watched the exchange with a mix of jealousy and excitement. She knew Natasha was playing a dangerous game, one that could end in pain or pleasure. The serpents on Natasha's choker hissed, a silent reminder of the power that lay at Natasha's fingertips.

Let us make an agreement," Natasha said, her voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the night air. "You join us, and I promise you will never go wanting for a challenge." She stepped back, the leather of her catsuit whispering against her skin. The choker grew cold, the serpents coiling tightly as she waited for Felicia's response.

The Black Cat's smile grew, a feline grin that suggested she was already thinking of the possibilities. "And if I don't?"

Natasha's eyes narrowed, the choker around her neck growing warm. "Then the city will eat you alive," she said, her voice a promise of doom. "Choose wisely, Felicia."

The Black Cat's smile never wavered, but Natasha could see the calculation in her eyes. She knew she had to seal the deal, had to make the stakes clear. "Let us say, for argument's sake," Natasha began, her hand sliding down to the leather belt around her waist, "that you decline our offer. What then?"