Felicia paled but clenched her jaw in resolution. Oh fucksticks, it was that damn suit again. Apparently Peter didn't rid of it as well as he hoped. He grabbed her again but this time she was more than ready. "One, you are an insult to the color. Two, fucking ew. And Three-" She slapped the stunned patches, five of them, on his arm when one is more than enough to drop a 'roid-raging grunt into shocking spasms. Lashing out, she scraped her adamantium claws across his face, glad once again for Victor's insistence on spoiling her, and kicking his chest hard to get away.