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Maya Jacobs is Felicia Hardy (crossyourpath) wrote in wariscoming,

"Hey there DC" came the voice still bleary with sleep. The couple of hours lie in from the night before had done Felicia the world of good but she still maintained she wasn't human until she'd had her morning coffee. Black as the blackest pit of hell and strong enough that if she wanted her spoon to stand up in the cup it might well just do that. It was her one major vice. Well, that and the stealing but whatever. She had a long day ahead of her with Tony and that woman at the office. But she'd get the job done. Always had, always would. She just did a few jobs of her own on the side and Tony didn't ask questions. She liked it that way.

She switched on the coffee maker noting Dick had gone for tea. How very proper of him, but Felicia needed more than any kind of tea could offer her. All the caffeine all at once. That was her motto.

She yawned as she slid into the seat across from him wondering if she glared at the coffee maker enough would it bend to her will and make there be coffee. It seemed not to be obeying. She hated it a little bit right then. "Good holiday then? You and Supes. Where'd you end up going?" she asked, having noted the absence. She kept an eye on them, they were good friends of hers now that those from home seemed to be vanishing more and more. She didn't like it. Plus, those that were left, Danny, Tony, the harpy witch queen of secretaries with delusions of grandeur, the Pete that wasn't her Pete, they were complicated.

But much as she trolled the DC guys for their clear inferiority to her 'brand' Marvel. They understood her in a way few here could, so she looked out for them. Amid the trolling.

Obviously.