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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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"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.

"You were shot, sweetie," Felicity said. "Again." Pause. "Is this going to be a regular thing? Because in addition to handcuffs, I can start carrying around bandages and Neosporin too. Maybe some needles and thread."

"Am I bleeding?" She reached behind her back to where it throbbed. Her fingers couldn't quite touch the spot, but they did brush against something sharp and pointy.

"Ow. Ohhh." She brought her hand back around to reach inside her jacket and to the knives strapped against her back. She pulled it out from under her jacket to display the slightly dented blade.

"I don't normally make metal on metal noises when shot."

"My goodness," Felicity said wryly. "You're like a walking one-woman weapon store. I'm not sure whether to be impressed or mortified."

It was then that a line of four arge, nondescript white vans pulled up in front of them. An elderly woman - seemingly frail, but with a sort of toughness about her expression - climbed out of the first one, followed by a gaggle of uniformed men.

Ann-Marie Hoag, the owner and founder of Damage Control.

Felicity nodded at her, indicating the still-knocked-out woman at her feet and then stepped away, nodding at Nika. "We can go. These guys can handle the rest."

Nika eyed the blade and then ran a finger around the dent. "Guess my brother isn't the only one with luck."

She shrugged and slide the knife back into its sheath. "What's foreplay without a little disarming?"

She nodded to the old woman. The lady reminded Nika of Lorna a little. Hopefully without the heavy accent and the affection for Crippler.

"I just need to get my baton from inside the coffee shop. Hopefully, it's still in there after bouncing off of... whatever it hit."

"You mean this?" Felicity reached behind her and pulled the baton out from where she'd tucked it into the waistband of her jeans. "I grabbed it as you tried to put distance between the crazy one and innocent cafe patrons." She handed it over to Nika. "May need a washing, though. It made contact with the nostril of a zombie tiger."

"Yes. That. Exactly." Nika took it gratefully. It was her favorite smacking stick. She collapsed it down and put it back in its spot inside her jacket. Zombie tiger snot be damned.

"If you'd like a closer look, I can put in a request for Hong Shan to send over his schematics. He's probably willing to share with another SSI tech guru."

She glanced down at her coffee stained jacket that probably had a hole in the back where bullet met knife. "So... is this where we go in separate directions and ignore today happened?"

"I wouldn't say forget?" Felicity said. "I mean, okay, disaster struck. But we're the daughters of costumed folk, who wear costumes ourselves and do things that most people think only happens in action movies. As far as first dates go, neither of us died, lost body parts, or were kidnapped. That's actually a mild success, don't you think?"

"Well, if those are the standards for our subset, it was a success." She lightly scratched in front of her ear. Nervous habit when she was considering something.

"I did enjoy up to the interruption." She paused. "And I enjoyed fighting the interruption. So, if you would want to, I'd like another date."

"Oh, no, I'm definitely up for it. Though I'm thinking dinner this time. Someplace swanky, with low-cut dresses and lots of wine," Felicity said, taking a step closer to Nika. "There's a few good places I know of. One very close to a hotel and...wait." Felicity raised an eyebrow. "You're not asking me out because you're hoping for another violent interruption again, are you?"

Felicity had moved closer. Close enough certain parts were intruding on what Americans would call a personal space bubble. Nika decided to finish the distance.

The Symkarian shifted closer since it did not take all of a step. Then she kissed Felicity.

"You'll have to find out now, won't you?"

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