The New Ghost Rider #3

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Strikers: Ghost Rider

Unaffiliated: Black Cat

Monster:
Strikers

Felicia slowly opened her eyes with a smile. She took a deep breath as the bathroom door opened and Robbie stepped out, drying his hair.

Felicia: Is that coffee I smell?

She looked over at Robbie who just smiled. He wore a towel around his waist which showed the very marks she had left on his body.

Robbie: Yeah. Want me to pour you some?

Felicia's eyes shifted as she sat up.

Cat: But of course.

She held the blanket against her chest as Robbie walked over to the counter. The two were in the suite that Robbie had manages to get thanks to his ties with SHIELD. Not that his dates needed to know.

Robbie: Cream? Sugar?

Cat: Milk. I'm sweet enough.

Robbie smirked at her joke as he handed her the cup of joe. Cat took a sip and hummed in glee.

Cat: So, when do you have to go back?

Robbie: Two hours. But I don't think it actually matters.

He looked over at ghe nightstand where three condom wrappers sat. Flashes of the night before caused him to blush a bit. Cat did the same before she cleared her throat.

Cat: Well, can I expect you to not call back again?

Robbie perked up.

Robbie: What? No. I mean, yeah. I meant....I'll call.

Cat slowly lifted the cup up as she watched him.

Cat: Promise?

Robbie nodded.

Robbie: Promise.

Cat smirked as she took another drink. Robbie, meanwhile, got to work on getting dressed. He was buckling his belt when Felicia's phone went off. Cat reached over and looked at it for a moment. She raised a brow before she activated the security system of the penthouse she shared with her father.

It was destroyed.

Cat: No.

Robbie turned around at the distress in her voice. He walked over concerned.

Robbie: Cat?

Cat: My father...he was taken!

Robbie saw the footage. It was an attack. He clenched his fists as he grabbed his keys.

Robbie: Get dressed. I'll get you there.
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Robbie stood in the middle of the penthouse as Felicia looked around in shock. She inspected every wall, every mark, and every burn.

This wasn't an accident, that much was apparent. But who would come and attack the Fox like this. Why?

Robbie: Swords.

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