Chicago O’Hare Airport
Felicia Hardy smiled to herself as she sat in business plus in the seat for on Mary J. Parker. The finger prints she stole from Peter’s belt buckle worked and the TSA body scanner didn’t pick up the red wig. She sat at the window while others got on the plane.
“Good afternoon Miss Hardy,” a man said from the isle.
Felicia made sure she was lazy in turning her head to not betray the fiction of her being Mrs Parker. It was the TSA agent that had screened her in dark blue pin stripe suit putting a five hundred dollar suitcase in the overhead bin and putting a tablet on the seat next to her.
“Make sure you follow the new travel plan,” the redressed agent handed Felicia a letter envelope, “All of your luggage has been rerouted already and it might be embarrassing if it is inspected as abandoned bags.”
“Who are you?” Felicia’s eyes narrowed at the man.
“Special Agent-In-Charge Gailson,” The man sat down next to Felicia and extended out his hand “Remember that little deal you made with Director Furry? He is calling in one of the favors you owe him.”
“How many favors does he think I owe him?” Felicia crossed her arms.
“One for every felony theft attached to your night life,” Gailson smirked, “Now as DHS Special Agent Felicity Harmon your task will be to laisse with the city police to find and capture the Super Villain Black Cat who you believe is moving into Angel City. As The Black Cat you are to make just as much mayhem as needed to be considered a Grade A supervillain in the neighborhood. Then we are going to arrange for you to die.”
“Uh ok,” Felicia looked around, “Why are you telling me this in the open?”
“Gailson, how is the briefing going?” the flight attendant asked, “Care for a drink Miss Hardy?”
“Is anyone on this flight not an agent?” Felicia huffed.
“From Economy back,” the Flight Attendant smiled, “We are going to a training in Hawaii after the layover in Denver.”
“I really hate you spook types,” Felicia growled.
“At any rate here is the real mission,” Gailson handed a tablet PC, “He goes by Doctor Phineas Phoenix now. He clones and tries reform supervillains, he is good at the cloning part. Word is Hydra is also looking for him.”
“Please get ready for takeoff,” the Flight Attendant came back throw.
“It doesn’t look like I have much choice,” Felicia growled.
“Don’t worry,” Gailson smirked, “Your partner in crime will be Mr. Parker.”
“Spidey?”
“Time to put his bad press to good use.”
*
Parker Apartment
“I don’t care about cover,” Mary Jane fumed, “I will kill her myself!”
“MJ,” Peter tried to calm his wife down.
“Will the real Mrs Parker please take a seat?” Director Furry called from the couch.
“That witch thinks she can impersonate me!”
Peter swung around the apartment to stop and hug his wife.
“Like I was saying,” Director Fury continued “The Fake Mrs. Parker is going to posing as a DHS agent trying to find and catch the fugitive super villains Black Cat and Spiderman. We need people we can trust in the villain camp in Angel City, once there they will make contact with a mad cloner who seems intent on cloning and trying to reform villains.”
“Great, more cloning,” Peter groaned.
“Well he has stabilized the process so these villains he keeps bringing back are exactly the same as before,” Furry said, “And don’t worry, the one who will be making contact is Hardy.”
“Great,” MJ perked up, “I’ll be glad to shoot her!”
“Relax,” Furry Said, “We have someone for that.”
“Don’t worry,” Peter said, “I married you MJ, and I want to stay married to you!”
*
Angel City Airport
Detective Darcy Walker waited in the stakeout van while Specs and Slugger waited with a cardboard sign waiting for this Agent Harmon. Darcy looked over the file that DHS had sent that morning. Felicity Harmon, Female, Caucasian, Blonde, 5’7”, blue-green eyes, 115 pounds… Darcy snickered, always add five pounds. She then looked over the file on this Black Cat; Caucasian, 6’2”, green eyes, 125 pounds of pure muscle, white hair. Darcy thought the two looked close, but the black cat wore cliff climbing shoes so there was no heel or sole to make her taller. Still they could be sisters… Darcy shrugged. She went over the Spiderman file. Boyish body, lean, kind of like a spider-monkey. If his face was half as nice as his body, he would be a real looker… with Darcy’s luck if he wasn’t a complete psychotic, he would be gay, or married, or better yet in a same sex marriage.