I am Not a R*pist...

"Be my own hero? I don't know if you're aware but I'm just an 18 year old arts major not the fucking Black Widow, I'm just me okay and I'll never be anything else." She starts to say as if what I had suggested was absurd which to be honest it is but I know for a fact that she is capable of becoming a super and so I forge on ahead. "I'm not saying to become a superhero like the Black Widow but you know that the Black Widow doesn't have super powers, she's just a woman who learned everything there is to do with fighting and espionage while learning how to use technology to her advantage and while admittedly that is quite hard it isn't impossible, I'm not saying to get to her level but I am saying that you can learn enough to kick ass and take names and you can certainly repeal any guys who can't take no for an answer." I finish hoping that my speech will be enough and that she'll start to learn how to fight.

"So I should take some self-defence lessons and learn how to defend myself, I suppose I can do that, mom wouldn't mind paying for the lessons." Felicia says to which I'm immediately appalled, what female characters actually take self-defence in the marvel universe and end up becoming big characters because I'm absolutely certain that the Black Widow didn't take self-defence and so I'm sure as hell not letting Felicia take it. "Self-defence? Fuck no, that just learning how to hold off your attackers long enough to run away, what you wanna learn is how to make your attackers regret ever targeting you in the first place, to send them home with two broken arms and a squashed testicle regretting the moment their eyes fell on your person, that's the kinda fightin' you wanna learn, not some piddly ass self fuckin' defence." I say meaning every word, learning self-defence is for damsels not heroines.

Felicia rolls her eyes at me. "As great as that sounds I wouldn't know the first place to look to find a teacher that's gonna teach me to be how to be that badass and incase you didn't notice I don't have very many options to learn from and my mother doesn't have the type of money that you would need to hire those master martial artists do I'm not left with very many options." She's right of course and for a moment I think of trying to teach her myself (though I'm not the best, shit I'm probably not even in the good category) but I don't have enough time in the day and then I think of referring her to the dojo run by colleges wing (Shang Chi is apparently still in China or wherever he is) but that's a bad idea as she'll probably be taken in by the hand then so I suppose that the only real option I'm left with is sending her to the teacher she originally had in the comics though how I'm gonna lead her to that is gonna be quite difficult. "Anything is better than those self-defence classes that only teach you how to hold off attackers and run away, it doesn't even have to be someone you pay to teach you, surely you have someone in the family who knows how to fight or maybe a neighbour or family friend that has some experience, maybe you could ask them?"

I hope she'll catch onto my line of thinking and head in the direction I'm willing her to go. "I don't have very many relatives and if you think anybody in my neighbourhood is gonna try and teach me how to fight you're dead wrong, as for family friends my moms mostly focused on her work so she doesn't really have the time to make buddies and she really can't make them in her line of work." She says but I see an opportunity to interject and lead her down a particular line of thinking. "Yeah sure, your mom doesn't have any friends that could teach you but what about your father, I know he's dead but you said he was around during the time of World War Two surely he would've known someone who has some experience after all back then everyone was a fighter, maybe you could ask your mom about it." I say trying to make her think of a particular individual though I hope I'm not being to brazen with what I'm trying to do but even so it should still get her thinking and I hope that she already knows about her fathers former career by now.

"Now that you mention it my dad did have a few friends like that, apparently he was a uh, a- a former soldier and he was particularly friendly with his superior officer who became a mentor to him and taught him everything he knew, apparently they were were really good friends before my father died, if I remember correctly his name was something Chalmers I think but he had a nickname in the uh- the army, they called him Black Fox, I suppose I could find out how to contact him by asking my mother or going through my fathers old stuff but honestly I might be more trouble than it's worth and I can just learn this stuff myself or from some people in the city." She tells me and I now know for a fact that she knows her father was a cat burglar and he had a cat burglar mentor called Black Fox (probably thinks he actually died in the plane too) but she wants to avoid contacting him as she knows her mother would disapprove of it, as far as I can see she doesn't have that fire to do it or the willpower to train hard, she's not motivated.

"Alright, you can do what you want but all I'm saying is that instead of learning some self-defence you can learn from people with actual experience who can tell you how to kick a guys ass six ways from Sunday , ultimately its up to you." After that we go back to being silent and once we reach Flushing, Queens I ask for her address which she tells me without any hesitation and so I begin to drive while just listening to the music that's on to fill the silence and eventually we arrive at her neighbourhood, honestly it isn't too bad and looks like a nice safe neighbourhood but that's just the appearance, I end up parking just outside her house which is quite nice though it's a but its not what I'd expect from a high class lawyer which is apparently her mothers professions, Once I've parked up I take a closer look around the neighbourhood and I notice that apart from all street lights there's no light on at anyone's homes which means they're all asleep and there doesn't seem to be a single soul on the street outside.

Without some idle chatting I begin to take the bags out of the boot while she takes her box and goes to open the front door, she tells me that her mother isn't home and so I don't have to try and be quiet which some may take as an invitation to some naught misdeeds but I can tell that she's just being sincere and while she leaves the door open and goes to put her box in her room I leave the bags I'm carrying in the hallway in her house and leave making sure to close the door behind me, I'm back in my car now ready to leave because honestly I was having some bad thoughts just now and although it might be enjoyable to stick around I also know that it would cause more trouble for me as I would have one more woman distracting me from my research and right now I feel like I honestly have enough.

I'm startled when the passenger door of my car opens and Felicia hops in closing the door behind her. "Hey your just leaving without saying goodbye, that's not very nice is it." She says but I'm not paying much attention to her words rather paying attention to her body language and from what I can tell although she is a bit shuck by tonight she isn't as worried by it as she would need to be to become the Black Cat, thinking about it she only became the Black Cat for revenge really as in the comics the guy who originally saves her in the restroom becomes her boyfriend and eventually r*pes her when she doesn't put out for him, it wasn't really the r*pe which made her want to take revenge but the betrayal that came from the guy that saved her and became her boyfriend, someone she though she could trust.

I look over at her in thought. "What?" She says without losing her enthusiasm though I notice the smile on her face wain a little, what made her the Black Cat was her need for revenge because of that betrayal and I need the Black Cat as she will be used by Wilson Fisk to help free her father and then used as a test subject for the modified Super Soldier Serum, the Black Cats existence is crucial for me to get that serum which means that she needs to get that motivation, to feel the need for revenge from a betrayal and currently I'm the person who saved her in the restroom taking the place of the guy from the comic, someone who she trusts explicitly from her white knight syndrome and I know what I must do, she doesn't need to be r*ped to become the Black Cat, what she needs to feel is that sense of betrayal and vulnerability so that she can decide that she doesn't want to be a victim and become the Black Cat.

I know that I'm gonna hate myself for this tomorrow and even though I'm not gonna do much to her as I just need to break her trust in me I have to do this as that serum could make all the difference for me to help me survive in this universe and so without a second thought, because I know that if I don't act immediately I'll pussy out, I lunge at her...

[AN: I know that a few of you are gonna get freaked out at this but don't worry as he wont actually do anything (or will he?) as he just needs to break the trust she has in him and essentially the trust she has in all men, I hope you'll at least stick around to read the next BT chapter to see what actually happens instead of quitting here and now.]

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