Bitten

Chapter 6

     I was breathing really fast. "Calm down Peter. Calm yourself...no one will find him. Right? Yes yes don't doubt yourself. You're smart. You hid him well. Don't let this get to you." I said to myself over and over again. I sat in the jeep tryin to rid myself of the murder I committed. I shook my head. I started at the blood on my hands. One thought popped into my mind. Oh god. The pack will smell the blood of the man. That didn't help my situation. I drove back to the Avengers building.

     I ran inside the living quarters level as soon as I entered. "Hey Peter! Hey Peter! Peter! Stiles dude wait!" Scott called out. I ignored him as I ran into my living quarters and slammed the door shut. Scott was knocking on the door. "Stiles let me in. We need to talk." Scott said from outside the room. I was in the bathroom washing the blood off of me. "Scott...please....go away. I don't want to talk right now. Please! I swear we'll talk later." I called from the bathroom. I listened and waited for him to leave. He finally did and relaxed my shoulders.

     I stood in the shower watching as the man's blood traveled down the drain. I leaned against the shower wall and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and sighed. I shook my head and turned the water off. I exited the shower, dried myself off, and put a pair of fresh clothes on. I exited the shower and was surprised to see a stranger was sitting on my bed. I looked towards the window which was open. At looked back at the bed. "How did you? Why are you? What are you? Who are you?!" I asked utterly confused. The stranger stood up from the bed and exited the shadows. "Red and Blue doesn't remember me? Maybe...you'll remember that number I did on you at the museum?" The woman said. I sighed. "Cat, what are you doing here?" "Uhuh. It's Black Cat." The black and silver haired woman. "Do you dye your hair silver or is it naturally that color?" I asked walking to the window and closing it.

     I turned to the feline girl. "I dye my hair." "Why are you here?" "I was in the neighborhood." "Neighborhood? Cat it's the only building in a 5 mile radius." "I like it when you call me Cat." She said walking next to me. I looked at her. "Stopped by any banks lately?" "Not recently. Red you should know I'm a high maintenance girl. I'm not into stealing money. I steal pretty things. Shiny stuff. Priceless stuff." "High-end market stuff? To sell on the black market?" "Yeah! You understand!" "I understand that what you are doing can get yourself killed." "Hey...cats have nine lives." "Yeah? And how many have you lost already?" She looked away. "That proves my point." "Enough about me. What have you been up to? Got any dirt on your hands lately?" Cat asked in a whisper. She was standing up close to me. She brushed her hand against my face. "You got into it with someone. Didn't you?" Cat said turning my face to get a better look. I looked in the mirror and and saw my face was bruised. I pulled her hand away and looked down at her. I walked away and turned away from her. She walked back over next to me. "Pete?" I sighed and leaned against the wall next to the window. "If we are going to have a formal conversation about me and my mistakes I at least need to know who you are." I said glancing at her. Cat nodded. She walked over to me and took off her black eye mask. "My name is Felicia Hardy...you can call me either Cat or Lucky." "Why would I call you Lucky?" "I have a knack of getting out things by the skin of my teeth." "Luck has been to run out at some point or another Cat." I said looking at her. "Are you going to tell me what happened to you?" Cat asked. I sighed. "Have you ever done something so terribly wrong and against the law?" "Ummm add that to the stupidest question ever. Pete...I'm a master thief. I steal from museums and steal expensive jewels and sell them on the black market for a living. However the diamonds....I keep for myself." Felicia said. "Have you...have you ever hurt anyone to get out of a sticky situation?" "As in....like kill someone? Peter.....did you kill someone?" She asked in a low whisper next to me. I slid down the wall. A tear rolled down my cheek. I fidgeted with my fingers. Felicia went and sat down next to me. "What happened?" "Why a sudden interest in my life, Felicia?" "I don't know. I guess I took a liking to you when we fought in the museum a couple of nights ago." "Oh is that why?" I said with a chuckle. "Answer my question, Red." "I got into a huge fight with my friend because I found out that he was dating and making out with my ex-girlfriend behind my back. Found out she was cheating on me with him. So....you know what happened obviously. Him and I got into it badly. He got the upper hand and knocked me out cold. Woke up three days later and talked with Black Widow about heartbreak and I fought the same guy again because he wanted to act like a big tough bad man. I was super angry and ran out the house. It was night, when I was walking to my jeep. Some carjacker tried to take my car. I said no, he aimed a gun at my head, I broke his arm and then went into a blind rage. I punched the man in the face repeatedly until he was dead. I was completely covered in the man's blood. Now...now...now....I don't know what to do with myself." I said burying my head in my arms. Felicia wrapped her arm around me and put her chin on my shoulder. "Do you feel guilty?" "Yeah...it was self defense though right?" "There is a difference between defending yourself and murdering someone. You blurred the lines and did both." Felicia said. "I'm a terrible person." "You are not a terrible person Red. It was an accident." I nodded and breathed shaky. She wiped a tear from my face and looked in my eyes. She leaned forward and I leaned in towards her lips. I closed my eyes and reopened them to find that Cat had vanished. You did me dirty girl. That wasn't cool.