Pepper picked up her phone as she walked up her steps. “Hello Felicia.” She answered, looking through her keys to open her door. She was immediately suspicious of the woman’s reason for calling. She liked the thief, but after…recent situations, she trusted her even less than she had before, at least in some matters.
“Something tells me this isn’t just a social call. What do you need?” She asked, already having an idea of what it was. A number of very rich, very influential people were going to be in attendance at the fundraiser, all of who might be up the Black Cat’s alley of interest.
When she entered her house, she immediately threw her things onto her counter, and as she waited for the reply, began getting ready for the night.
“I’m hurt. I do occasionally ask people how they’re doing and see if they’re alive or not.” She retorted, her lips quirking up into a small smile.
Felicia held her phone between her ear and shoulder, gathering up the files on her desk neatly as she spoke.
“I need a favor and I promise not to drag you into it. Nobody would know I was even there. Take me as your plus one tonight.”
‘So I can break into a hotel room and run off with things.’ She added in her head, snorting. Pepper would murder her if she knew what Felicia was really planning.
“I promise to behave. Decently. ” With the files neatly stacked up, she placed them inside a folder, tossing it into her desk drawer.
"Uh huh. I’m sure you just want a chance to wine and dine with some of New York’s most influentials. I remember what happened last time I did you a favor. Do you? I think it had something to do with breaking into S.H.I.E.L.D? Stealing a certain cube might have been involved?" She kicked her shoes off and pulled her hair out of its bun, shaking it a little with her fingers.
"What exactly are you planning?"