It was cute how Felicia thought she could fool someone who, by the very definition of the word, was a genius. Tony Stark had done his research. Felicia Hardy (aka Black Cat) was the sort of person who simply couldn't keep her hands to herself when the opportunity to snatch something nice and shiny was dancing beneath her very nose. Tony couldn't resist tinkering with a fun, new toy when he spotted one, just as Felicia couldn't keep herself from doing what she did best. It was in their very nature to do the things that they did and far be it from Tony to play the fool when he knew better. At least not to himself. He might not have been so quick to point out that he suspected Felicia was lying through her teeth, but he wasn't going to stop himself from keeping a close eye on her. Close enough to make sure she didn't do anything too stupid, anyway. "No one can stand a chance against my suit," he bragged, shooting Felicia a confident smile, "it's top of the line. Practically untouchable." Unless one made a copy of the suit and tried to squash him like a bug while wearing it. That had been unpleasant.
Tony was beginning to notice that Felicia was rather fond of picking at his heroic side. Was that a thing? Was it going to become a thing? His heroics weren't exactly of the ideal sort, but Felicia seemed to find them worthy enough to make jokes about all the same.
Was it because she missed her own hero, Spider-Man? He had to wonder.
"Ah, you say that now. But wait until you find yourself stuck with a jar of peanut butter that just won't open," Tony teased, "then where will you be, hmm? You'll come begging for me to come and save you. And your lunch."
More like she was likely to get herself in trouble more than she cared to admit. A person couldn't go around stealing things all the time without something backfiring eventually. Dammit. Just another thing to add to his list of worries when it came to Felicia Hardy. And there he was thinking that her falling off the sides of roofs was going to be the worst of his problems.