"What do I want?" She repeated, introspective as she sat down on the beam and looked at him. "I want... a pony. A one of those lovely diamonds sets they have on display at the Smithsonian. Preferably with 'Hope' in the title. And I want to see how much I surpass the original."
Black Cat leaned backwards and fell in lazy tumble to the ground, landing on her feet. She popped open one hand, claws sliding against each other with a distinctive metal on metal sound. "I've been pumped full of that serum, pretty boy. And I want to see if it's been worth the trouble."
The woman grinned and launched herself at Cap, claws pulled back and ready to rake him shoulder to hip should she connect.