"Well thank God you didn't hit the window frame, landlords around here take forever to fix things," she bounced back and let go of the hug, leaning on the doorjamb. "What can I say? Spider-man doesn't kiss and tell. And I'm fine, I got roughed up good, but I'm on lovely drugs and tea that tastes terrible so it's got to be good for you. I'll be stealing valuables in no time."
Felicia looked over the metallic bulk to check if anyone could see Victor taking off his helmet. Secret identities are a pain like that. "I hope your new suit is ready for a smackdown, Brock is going to be a lot harder to fight than a girl in a bodysuit with a pipe." She shook her head and shrugged a good shoulder. "I've been calling around and making trip plans. The Registration's a little too hot for my tastes, so I plan to not be around when they come looking. It'll be fine."