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What was I thinking? [Felicity]

After returning from the solo mission that had gone upside down thanks to HYDRA, Nika had gone to a medical professional to check how bad her wounds were stitched. She had all the confidence in Felicity while in the plane, but she wanted a professional opinion about possible scarring. She was sure some of the amazed invectives while examining her wounds would be useful later.

Since then she had kept herself busy until the day rolled around for getting coffee with Felicity. The Symkarian wasn't sure how this would go or if she should be even doing it. She could almost hear her mother's lecture moving along to the cadence of the elder Sable's pacing. Nika was sure there was no one else on the planet as good at frustrating her mother like herself.

Opting not to go to coffee in a tactical corset, Nika rummaged through her closet to find something suitable. It took the third outfit choice for her to realize she was distracted. She tried to focus on one color with some accents. And no animal prints. Why did she have tiger-striped pants?

She smoothed down her tight pencil skirt outside of the coffee shop. Then she adjusted her fitted jacket. It was possibly a tad too dressy for a casual coffee... date, but it made Nika feel better. Particularly as the jacket was tailored to hide the weapons she had hidden about her torso. She took a breath and pushed the door open.

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"What are you going to do?" Ana asked. "Slice it off with a scarf?" She threw a knife, aiming for the scarf. "This doesn't need to be difficult, little Sabling. I don't want to skin you. I don't want your life. Just some of your blood. Work with me and you can walk away alive. Fight me and...well. I don't need you alive in the long run."

"Villains are all the same," Nika commented. She adjusted the twirl of the scarf to whip the weighted end up to knock the knife harmlessly out of the way. It was a satisfying ting of connection.

"You don't understand the danger of soft, and you likely have a bounty on your head. That massive ego has to know, how much is the price for your capture?"

Nika was so not into blood play at all, and definitely not with a belligerent stranger.

"I am not a villain!" Ana scoffed. "I am Kraven the Huntress, and I am here to ave..." Well, no. She wasn't here to avenger her father's death. "I am here to take your blood!" That was going to have to do, really. "I have no price on my head save the wealth in my bank accounts!" Of which there really was none, but no one needed to know that.

Except everyone who already did.

Nika laughed scornfully. "Then you do Kraven the Hunter no favors by sullying his name. He had some legendary bounties on his head."

If this woman wanted blood, Nika sure as hell wasn't going to bleed for her. She twirled the scarf and edged forward slightly. Hopefully the taunting got under the woman's skin.

"No!" Ana saw Nika inching forward and haphazardly threw some throwing stars at her.

All of which hit the zombie tigers behind Nika.

A huntress she might be, but under duress, Ana was probably the weakest member of the Kravinoff line.

With a strangled cry, she rushed Nika.

Nika smirked when she got the reaction she wanted. The Symkarian didn't even flinch when the throwing stars whipped by her.

She swung the free end of her weighted scarf into her free hand. With a tight grip on the silk, she got into a defensive stance and waited for the rushing attacker to get closer.

There was a roar of rage emanating from Ana's mouth as she went towards Nika. She yanked another dagger out. She'd rip that scarf into shreds and dye it with Nika's blood.

The scarf and Nika by extension were not going to stay still to let that happen. As the attacker and her dagger came in, Nika reached out and whipped her wrist around to attempt to get the silk scarf wrapped around the woman's wrist. She wanted to pull with the momentum her rushing attacker had. Using her hips to pivot, Nika attempted to throw this lame Huntress into the zombie tigers.

Wrist wrapped? Oh yes. It's not as though Ana wasn't an easy target when she had entirely lost her cool. It may or may not have been one of the reasons why her mother wasn't all to keen on having her become the Huntress.

But throwing her into tigers that Ana herself had telepathic control over? Maybe not so much.

The tigers dispersed as Ana went flying over to them. What would probably have been helpful was if they had helped to break her fall, but these were zombie tigers, and Ana wasn't thinking very clearly. Ergo? Crash. Bad crash.

Ana struggled to get back up to her feet and glared at Nika. "I just want my father back! Why are you making this so hard?!"

Well, that was better than what Nika had planned. Hard pavement worked, too.

She raised an eyebrow at the glowering woman. She glanced at the zombie tigers.

"I don't see that as particularly wise," Nika commented as she stretched the scarf taught between her hands. "I'll make anything hard when I'm attacked."

That did not sound right...

"Then let's kiss instead," Ana sneered. There was, after all, more than one way to get some blood.

Yeah. Like high kick to the head.

Felicity watched Ana go down and her eyes ticked up to Nika. "Really? Make anything hard? What, were you trying to hit on her?"

"You're not my type," Nika stated simply. She kept an eye on what the weirdo was doing. The more distance between them, the better.

"Someone scorched my bon mot maker with coffee. They're not going to be winners."

Felicity bent down and handcuffed Ana Kraven before decidedly stripping her of all of her weapons. Kraven groaned a little bit again before Felicity slammed a fist into her face. "She wanted her dad back? Yeah, that's healthy."

Nika relaxed and rolled her shoulders. She stuffed the scarf back into the interior of her jacket.

"I think this gets filed under Daddy issues." She did raise an eyebrow at Felicity carrying handcuffs around with her.

"I see you were expecting something other than hot coffee from this date."

Felicity grinned. "You never know when you're going to need to handcuff a CEO before stealing all of her secrets," Felicity said. "Besides, I might have a defensive object or two, but you're all kinds of prepared for a fight. What were you expecting out of this?" She took some of Kraven's tranq darts and turned, shooting them at the zombie tigers. "Seriously."

Nika looked around for the gun she had discarded to pick it back up. She crouched down to get it.

"These are just my general defenses. I have a... thing since getting kidnapped." She put the small gun inside her jacket as well. Then she searched the interior pockets for all of her permits. "Though the gun is more for when I'm not at Columbia. Not that it was effective today."

It was rightfully frowned upon to carry one onto a college campus. She stuck with mostly blunt and soft objects when attending classes.

"That's a lot of general defenses," Felicity said. "Do they extend to more than just physical defenses?" She brushed back a lock of her hair and raised an eyebrow, amused. There was some truth, there. Felicity tended to be an open book. Nika...Felicity sometimes got the feeling that Nika could keep secrets from her secrets.

"Gun, knives, scarf, baton... I should get that back. Doubt I can get another from Hong Shan," she mused more to herself then anyone. Nika shook her head slightly to get out of her own headspace.

"No just mere mortal defenses. Thor comes down to smite me, I just toss my hands up and give up." She was purposefully missing some of the meaning behind the question. Even a couple years later, HYDRA had managed to hurt her in ways she hadn't thought possible. She was guarded often because she didn't want people used against her again.

"Mmmmhmmm." One didn't become a good thief without learning to read people, and Nika wasn't all that difficult to read in some situations. "Cute," she added. "Bypassing the question that way." She gently nudged Ana with the pointy toe of her pale pink boot. "So, this one. What do we do with her now?"

Nika's eyes narrowed slightly. Was it really fair to let Felicity wade into the mess in her head? Probably not on the first date at least.

"I find public sidewalks are not places to remotely talk about my weaknesses." She looked down at the failed attacker.

"Not bleed on her for one. I guess we see if there is a bounty on her head. Otherwise, hand her over to the authorities as I smooth over the whole I used a gun on the street issue."

"She wanted our blood to resurrect her dad. Why? What did we have to do with it?" Felicity vaguely remembered a report from last week saying that Ana had gone after Spider-Man as well.

That's one relationship that's not returning in this generation, she thought to herself wryly. "And the tigers?" She paused. "I kind of want to keep one. To go with the cat theme. You know, except for the part where it's decomposing. Never mind."

"I have no clue who she even is let alone who her father is. We don't do wet works, and she's not wearing the requisite green." Nika shrugged. Maybe this woman could get some psychiatric help.

"I'm not going to let those be kept at the embassy." She wrinkled her nose. "When rotten parts fall off, time to call... some superhero to take care of it. Maybe an Avenger or one of those who were fighting demonically possessed mailboxes."

"I'm sorry, demonically possessed mailboxes?" Felicity raised an eyebrow. "Where was I that week?" She pulled her cellphone out and tapped the screen a few times. "Hi, Damage Control? Yeah, this is Black Cat. We've got a situation here..." After finishing up the phone call - and handing over her credit card information - Felicity turned back to Nika. "So. We should probably get you bandaged up. Again."

"I have no clue. Avoiding the demonically possessed street lights? Or maybe the cars?" The weirdness quotient in New York was sufficiently high. Nika did have to protect the embassy from dragons at one point.

She blinked at the bandage comment. "Bandaging?"

Which wasn't really bondage. Unless it was the bond of giving Nika scars. She didn't feel bad. Outside of the small throbbing pain she had on her back.

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