The Death of Felicia Hardy
The Death of Felicia Hardy | |
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Date of Cutscene: | 23 August 2024 |
Location: | Felicia Hardy's Penthouse |
Synopsis: | After an evening out on patrol, Spider-Man is seconds too late to stop Felicia from tripping an explosive that consumes her entire penthouse in an explosion, taking her with it. |
Cast of Characters: | Felicia Hardy |
Tinyplot: | 245 |
It's another balmy August evening in New York City, and the Black Cat is just getting back from prowling the night.
Recently, she and Spider-Man have been doing some 'hero-training' -- part of Felicia's attempt to turn over a new leaf and get her thrills from fighting crime instead of getting away with it. More and more, there had been rumors of the two of them breaking up heists and drug deals, stopping stolen cars and kidnappings, and even getting a step ahead of some of New York's more prominent gangs (by stealing some of their financial records... not one of Spider-Man's usual tactics).
Tonight, however, they'd gone their separate ways. Each of them had a specific task, and the bet had been simple -- whoever finished first won a night as King (or Queen) of the castle, having their every whim catered to. It was a fun, light-hearted game with a flirty edge, as was their usual style, and as she lighted on the darkened balcony of her (their?) penthouse, she was already merrily humming a familiar theme song to herself.
"Spider-Man, Spider-Man... does whatever I say he can..."
Just as she reaches the door, her phone rings, and she pulls it up to her ear.
"Calling to congratulate me, Spider?" she purrs into the phone.
The voice that comes over the speaker is definitely Peter's, but it's urgent and winded. He's swinging hard. "Felicia! Where are you? Hammerhead's planning to kill you!"
"What else is new?" Felicia chuckles easily as she reaches out for the door handle. "Don't worry, Spider. I've still got all nine lives."
"FELICIA, DON'T -- "
The white-haired thief had just a moment to realize that the voice she heard was in stereo. As she turned the handle, she glanced over her shoulder at the blue and red costume swinging around one of the nearby skyscrapers.
The resulting explosion is swift and fiery. It consumes the entire balcony in the blink of an eye, sending shards of glass and concrete and furniture raining down onto the street below. Within seconds, car alarms are blaring from the impacts of the debris. Sirens wail from all directions -- police, fire, paramedics all dispatched to the explosion.
Smoke billows up from the smoldering crater that was once the East Side penthouse of Felicia Hardy, but little of that structure remains.
Even hours later, despite Spider-Man demanding the firefighters help him look for a woman named Felicia and refusing to give up the search until he was all but dragged out, the woman's body was never found. Most of the first responders suspect that, judging by the intensity of the blast, it never will be.