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"My world is all just shades of grey, Steve. That's why you'll never really understand this version of me" - Felicia to Steve

Birth Name: Felicia Rogers

Alternate Name: Felicia Barnes

Nickname: Licia (Steve an Bucky) Fee-Fee. Kitten (Wade) Kitty. Fell. (Logan)

Alias: Felicia Hardy. Selina Kyle. Irena Dubrovna, Cat, Cathy Whippes

Super-Name: Black Cat.

Date of Birth: September 21, 1920

Age: 30-35 (Physically) 92 (2012 - AA & DP); 94 (2014 - CA:WS); 95 (2015 - A:AOU); 96 (2016 - CA:CW); 97 (2017 - DP 2); 98 (2018 - A:IF);(Biologically)



Hydra (Formerly – Escapee)

Team X (Formerly – Alternate Timeline)

Herself (Always)

Sister Margaret's Mercenaries (Occasionally)

X-men (When the mood takes her)


"I'm not a hero. I'm a thief" -- Black Cat

Occupation: Mercenary and thief.

Education: College graduate (arts major)



Gender: Female

Height: 5' 10"

Eyes: Green (occasionally Blue with contacts)

Hair: Blond

Portrayed by: Katheryn Winnick

Portrayed by: Katheryn Winnick




Steve Rogers – Older half-brother

Bucky Barnes – Older half-brother

Sarah Rogers – mother, deceased

George Barnes – father, deceased

Winifred C. Barnes - Step-mother, deceased

Rebecca P. Barnes Proctor – younger half-sister


Stucky - Felicia's cat (Lives at the Mutant School - Is rather attached to Logan)

Stucky - Felicia's cat (Lives at the Mutant School - Is rather attached to Logan)

Early life

Early life

Felicia Rogers was born on September 21, 1920, the daughter of Sarah Rogers and George Barnes; the result of an illicit affair. Though the truth of her birth wasn't revealed until into her late childhood when Steve and Bucky became friends; which brought George and Sarah into close contact again. Felicia, Steve and Bucky overheard an argument between the two of them which informed them of Felicia's parentage.

Felicia ran away from home that night, angry and hurt by the revelation and it took both Bucky and Steve to persuade her to come home; Bucky bought her her first cat as a bribe.

After that both brothers were incredibly protective of their baby sister.

Felicia grew up to be an overachiever, having been an excellent artist who had also excelled inside the classroom.

After the death of her brothers; Felicia became increasingly unstable which resulted in her being sectioned in the original Arkham Asylum (Then run by Hydra) During her second year in the Asylum, she was nearly raped by a male nurse who cornered her in a bathroom, when she was saved by another inmate, named Ryan. Felicia and Ryan became close friends, spending most of their time together until one night Ryan demanded that it was time for their relationship to become physical. Felicia's protests were in vain. Hating the idea of being a victim, she decided that she would murder her rapist despite the consequences.

One night she snuck into Ryan's cell and stabbed him to death with a fork she'd hidden at dinner. After this the Doctor at Arkham subjected Felicia to shock therapy, greatly affecting her mental state.

Years later it would be revealed to the world that Arkham was run by Hydra and had secretly experimented on it's inmates including Felicia and Ryan.

Eventually, Felicia escaped Arkham and tried pick-pocketing the crowd at a carnival outside New York City but failed. She was caught by the man who ran the place and he offered her to join the carnival. Felicia agreed and soon she learned the art of contortionism, gymnastics, magic and trickery. Using her new learned skills, Felicia also improved her pick-pocketing skills. When the owner of the carnival died in a tragic accident, Felicia decided to take her chances on the streets of New York, surviving as a petty thief.

When the owner of the carnival died in a tragic accident, Felicia decided to take her chances on the streets of New York, surviving as a petty thief

At some point Felicia became associated with Xavier and his mutants. Felicia and Mystique consider each other best friends even if they constantly seem to be fighting. Mystique secretly looks up to Felicia and her strength, having survived such hardships. Mystique also knows that if she ever needed real help, Felicia would drop everything for her, and vice versa.

Felicia and Hank McCoy are also close. Him having made her Black Cat suit for her. It can be assumed they are at least friends.

Charles sees Felicia as a sort of damaged little sister, and he's constantly trying to save her from herself, and others. And he will go out of his way to protect her. (She has a room at the mutant school)

Rogue sees Felicia as an older sister/mother figure - And Felicia rather likes spoiling the girl; Rogue also cares for Felicia's cat when she's not around. 

- Logan and Felicia keep missing each other at the school (She's there; he's not. He's there; she's not)

 He's there; she's not)


Felicia was once a highly intelligent, calm, and compassionate young lady before Hydra transformed her both mentally and physically into "Black Cat". Through shock therapy and their manipulation, her mind and emotions were twisted to the point where she transformed into a person barely recognisable from the woman she once was.

Felicia carries almost an innocent persona, wide-eyed and bright, finding humour in otherwise dark situations. After attacking and killing Ryan before finally being restrained, she maniacally began giggling to herself in a sinister way, happy and pleased with how funny she found it, showing how fractured her psyche had become.

Felicia is also quite tough and pathologically fearless.

She has a very dim view on a regular life, stating "normal is a setting on the washer" however, Felicia does have the dream of having a family.

Although often painted as a victim of psychological abuse, Hydra claim very little credit for Felicia's condition. Indeed, according to her former doctor, Felicia was always mad deep down (simply better at controlling her insanity then most), and that he himself had merely made all her madness rise to the surface.

 Indeed, according to her former doctor, Felicia was always mad deep down (simply better at controlling her insanity then most), and that he himself had merely made all her madness rise to the surface


Artificially Enhanced Physiology: Whilst at Arkham Felicia was subjected to numerous experiments which altered her physiology.

- Enhanced Strength: As the Black Cat, Felicia's physical strength is immensely enhanced to the early levels of superhuman condition by a series of treatments performed on her by HYDRA scientists.

- Enhanced Durability: Black Cat's bones and muscles are apparently vastly denser and more resilient than a normal human's.

- Enhanced Speed: Black Cat's speed is tremendously enhanced beyond the peak of human potential, moving into the early levels of superhuman condition. In theory without her super suit she could still be just as fast as Black Panther, Captain America and Winter Soldier.

- Enhanced Agility: Black Cat's vastly enhanced agility is superior to even Olympic gold medalists.

- Enhanced Stamina: Black Cat's musculature produces far less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of an ordinary human, allowing him to exert herself at peak capacity for hours before tiring.

- Enhanced Reflexes: Black Cat's reflexes are enhanced to extraordinary levels.

Regenerative Healing Factor: Felicia can heal and regenerate all physical and mental harm to herself instantly. She is able to quickly heal from any injury, even able to regrow entire lost anatomy. Minor injuries, like bullet wounds and broken bones, take mere minutes to recover, while full dismemberment takes about an hour to restore, which goes through a period of accelerated maturing, starting as an infant-like limb before becoming fully grown. Even if she clinically dies, she can quickly resuscitate herself, making her near-immortal. However, she is still capable of feeling pain and enough harm can render her unconscious. This ability does not heal damage that had been done to her before she gained this ability.

- Ageless Longevity: Felicia's healing factor keeps her from aging beyond her physical prime, having remained virtually unchanged despite being born in 1920, potentially able to live forever. In addition to prolonging her life, her overall health, prowess, and condition remain at its peak.

- Disease/Contaminant Immunity: Felicia is virtually immune to all viruses, diseases, and most poisons or toxins. Only the most potent of chemicals will affect her and only for a brief period before returning to normal.

- Enhanced Vitality: Felicia exhibits inexhaustible drive, willpower and stamina, able to continue her exertions far longer than any normal human while showing no signs of weakening or exhaustion. She is highly accustomed to pain, able to withstand most levels of it while only slightly fazing her. She also has great endurance.

Feline Empathy: Black Cat has a strong affinity for cats. Feline species tend to flock to her, accepting her almost immediately, recognising somehow that she is not an enemy but a friend. This allows her to calm injured cats, train them, befriend them, and form strong bonds with them. These animals will even sometimes come to her defence when she is attacked. This has proved most beneficial, especially when it has involved big cats.



Acrobatics: Felicia is a gifted and accomplished athlete, with incredible acrobatic prowess.

Disguise: To pull off her many escapades, Felicia often resorts to disguises and aliases. She once posed as an old lady in order to steal a valuable piece of jewellery while on a cruise ship. Later, she posed as a night club goer in order to get acquainted with its owners and return later to rob them.

Martial Arts: Felicia is a dangerous, clever and resourceful fighter, known for precise, agile attacks and speedy getaways. Her formidable hand-to-hand combat skills are augmented by her cat-like speed, reflexes, balance, and flexibility.

Seduction: Felicia often uses her feminine allure to distract or manipulate her male opponents. Her ability to seduce Hawkeye has allowed her to evade his capture numerous times.

Stealth: Felicia is as stealthy as any large cat. She has easily been able to sneak up on large groups of people and even other vigilantes on patrol. She shows marked prowess in this ability while she's on the prowl for her next job.

Thievery: Felicia is a master thief, known throughout New York for her burglary of cat-themed objects and/or gems and jewels of the highest quality. Hardly one to knock over a bank, Felicia would rather break into the chairman's office and take his personal documents.

Expert Marksman: Felicia can throw most projectile weaponry with great aim and is well-versed in the use of firearms. Felicia also shows expertise in knife throwing.

 Felicia also shows expertise in knife throwing


Main Suit: Felicia's main suit was designed by Hank McCoy, and created using leather material, and is designed to increase many of her natural physiological attributes beyond her natural levels by means of micro servos embedded into it. (It has white fur cuffs and collar)

- Peak Human Strength: Felicia's costume increases her physical strength to levels; whilst in this suit it can be assumed she has a slight strength advantage over Captain America, Black Panther and the Winter Soldier.

- Superhuman Speed: Felicia's speed is similarly enhanced, again whilst in this suit it can be assumed she has a slight speed advantage over Captain America, Black Panther and the Winter Soldier.

- Superhuman Agility: The costume she wears also possesses various implants. Without these implants, she has the agility that far exceeds an Olympic level gymnast. However, the implants augment her natural agility to levels that are beyond the capability and physical limits of the finest human athlete.

- Retractable Claws: The gloves of the Felicia's suit contain steel micro-filaments that form retractable claws at the tip of each finger when she flexes her fingers by triggering a magnetic surge which condenses the filaments into polarized talons. These claws are highly durable and razor sharp, allowing her to tear through most substances and to easily scale walls.

Stealth Suit: The all black (Including black fur cuffs and collar) skintight costume features retractable razor-sharp claws in her gloves and spring-action climbing pitons in her boots. Felicia's stealth suit is designed to give her maximum flexibility and movement while providing her some anonymity, and stealth. Her mask covers her features, keeping her from instant recognition in her civilian identity. The material is a thick insulating cloth, protecting her from cold and wet conditions, while also being fire retardant. This suit has all the added enhancements as her main suit.

Electromagnetic Contact Lenses: Felicia wears contact lenses created by Hank that allows her to see in various ranges of the electromagnetic spectrum, such as infrared and ultraviolet light. When wearing these contacts, Felicia's eyes appear to have blue irises as opposed to the green irises that Felicia naturally possesses.

Grapling Hook: Felicia has a miniature grappling hook device hidden in the "fur" of each glove, designed by Hank, which enables her to swing from buildings in a manner similar to Spider Man and Daredevil despite lacking the associated speed of either. She can also use the cable from this device as a tightrope, wall scaling device, swing line, or as a weapon in combat.

Gerber Mark II Combat knife: Felicia also carries one of these combat knives for cases of emergency when all else fails. She has one holstered on her right thigh.

Motorcycle: Felicia occasionally uses a motorcycle for long-distance transportation, but generally prefers rooftop prowling for short distances.


Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool and Logan/Wolverine

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool and Logan/Wolverine

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Originally I was going to do First Class, Origins: Wolverine, Days of Future Past and the X-men films then into the MCU.

But I am going to start with DOFP. Start in the future and then jump back to the past and work forward.

I will be doing flashbacks for Logan; which will include moments from the first 3 x-men films (Which centre on Logan and Felicia) - (Logan would have no memories of Origins: Wolverine - but perhaps Felicia is a memory that flutters through, maybe flickers or something)

And him working on his relationship with her in the 4 days he's in the past.(He arrives Jan 24th 1973 and then the last fight is on the 27th) (But that bond is there, that attraction) - I may give him a few more days in the past, rather then him going straight to the school he goes in search of Felicia.

Logan then goes missing as he does in the movies (Mystique and Stryker and all that)

Then we see Felicia years later. (Possibly spying on a recently defrosted Steve Rogers - maybe moments when he's going about his new modern life and he 'thinks' he sees her. Like a ghost memory)

Into Avengers - She's not officially recruited. But Steve gets flashes of her throughout the city.

Into Deadpool (Set 2012 instead of 2014)

I don't plan on her revealing her identity to Steve for a while (I want to keep her in the shadows a bit) - Maybe have her break into the Avenger tower a few times to go through his things. Break into the Facility to watch him work. 

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Logan loves moments like this. The sun streaming through the window, birds actually singing. And a woman. The most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on. All feline curves and sway. Felicia. A woman as strong and fierce as he is. A woman with a history as tainted and bloody as his. A kindred soul. And she stands looking out the window, a soft smile on her face. His shirt hangs loose off her shoulders, reaching the tops of her thighs. He smiles leaning in the bathroom doorway to watch her. Mornings like this remind him how damn lucky he's gotten. That this woman loves him. This strong, independent and slightly insane woman is his. Letting out a breath he leans up and approaches her, watches her eyes shift slightly to watch his reflection in the window in front of her. Her smile grows and he can't help but smile back at her. It's part of why he loves her, how easy she makes it to smile, that twinkle in her eyes that draws it out of him. He kisses her head and then her cheek before settling on nuzzling into her neck, she breaths softly.

"Good morning" she purrs slightly and he smiles against her neck. The scruff of his growing beard itching at her skin slightly. But she rather likes it. It's a real feeling. She turns to him and wraps her arms around his neck, fingers stroking at the back of his hair, her eyes flickering over the lines of his face, like she's trying to memorise it, always worried he's going to disappear on her; terrified he'll be another man in her life to leave her. He would never leave her through choice. His fingers curl around her cheek and then down her neck, brushing against the chain of dog tags around her neck. He lifts them from her clavicle and dangles them between his fingers. Reads the inscription; 'Felicia Rogers; Black Cat; DOB: 1920'. She drops her eyes to watch him feel the grooves of the lettering before he releases them, letting them drop back to her chest. He does this every time, still amazed by her age; another thing they have in common. Time passes them by as if they are observers, as they stand still everyone else gets old, dies, changes.....he will never have to worry about it with her.

"Morning, Kitty" he finally responds wrapping an arm around her waist before he smirks. She chuckles as he lifts her up, easily hoisting her into his arms, her legs wrapping tight around his waist, her fingers tightening in his hair. It's a beautiful moment. And a rare one. A quiet and peaceful moment between them. He pulls her down onto the bed, wrapping her up in his arms. Fingers dancing over her cheek before he threads them through her blonde hair. "So beautiful" he offers; her eyes sparkle happily back at him. How hard they've both fought for this. How hard they've had it up until this point.

"I love you" she tells him with a smile. "Logan" she whispers warmly cupping his cheek. "Logan" her voice has shifted slightly, more masculine. "Logan" he blinks slightly and turns, finds Erik 'Magneto' Lensherr stood behind him. Logan's jaw clenches. He's not in bed with Felicia. He's not at the X-Mansion warm and safe with the woman he loves. He's in a stealth X-jet with Magneto of all people. Erik raises an eyebrow in question at Logan who shakes off the memory and moves towards the cockpit where he joins Storm and Charles. Hologram-displays flicker in front of them and then Charles glances to Storm.

"Take us down, Storm. I think we've found them..." he states and glances to Logan, who's face is a mask void of emotions, Charles knows better. Knows how conflicted Logan is being here. They share a look and Logan is the first to turn away, walks further into the back of the jet to peer out the window. The jet approaches some ancient monastery in the Mongolian mountains. 

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The X-Jet lands at the monastery in the clouds, the ramp at the back of the jet slowly lowers. Storm steps down, she looks around the exterior, her eyes go white, and the clouds clear, revealing the monastery built into the side of the mountain. Behind her, a wheelchair hovers down. Charles joins her. Then the last two members of the crew: Erik and Logan. The four of them stand side by side, looking up at this ancient fortress. They take a few steps forward, but Charles slows, tense.

“We’re surrounded” he announces.

“Let’s see if there’s any metal in the group...” Erik adds and raises a hand and all of the metal starts to shake on the mutants, rattling, revealing their positions. WHHM! Blink appears right behind Magneto with a sharp stick pressed firmly to his neck. SNNKT! Logan snaps out a claw.

“I think enough mutant blood has been spilled already” Charles warns.

“We’ll be the judge of that” Bishop steps out. The rest of the mutants emerge around him.

“You could’ve led the Sentinels here in that thing” Blink scolds as she motions toward the X-Jet.

“The jet is made with a stealth technology, impossible to detect” Charles explains.

“Not impossible” Proudstar argues; he detected them. Bishop steps closer.

“I know who you are. I’ve heard about you. The 'X-Men'” He gives a little chuckle, looks to Charles and Magneto. “From what I heard, you two weren’t exactly on the same side”

“We’re all on the same side now” Logan argues as he retracts his claw. And they hear a familiar voice:

“Professor. Storm” They turn, see Bobby approaching them.

“Bobby” Storm greets warmly. Kitty is with him. Charles slows, focuses on her.

“Kitty...” He reads her mind, realising. “It’s true”


Logan stares out the window of the Monastery; eyes watching the snow start to fall, his mind shifting slightly to another night, another snow storm, a distant memory: A cabin in a snow covered wilderness, smoke curling from the chimney, warm light emanating from the window. A well-worn pick-up truck parked axles deep in the snow, the back filled with a cord of cut wood. A hand painted scrawl on the door reads: Firewood for Sale. A slope, just behind the cabin leading to a frozen lake. Ten beers sit cooling the snow outside the door. Inside Led Zeppelin's Black Dog plays on a small radio, blasting, thunders, quite a contrast to the surroundings. A cosy little abode, decorated with a gentle touch. A large shelf replete with books. An electric mix from Sun Tsu's The Art of War to Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. A fire burns in the fireplace. On the mantle sit a few old black and white photos of a slightly younger Logan posing with a group of hard case military types including Felicia in a heavily wooded area. In the wall above the mantle, a sketch of a beautiful woman; Felicia. Logan sits at the only table in the centre of the room. He smokes a thick cigar. A tall bottle of beer on the floor next to his chair. A single, silver dog tag hangs from his neck from a battered chain. Despite the loud, pounding music, he is working with complete concentration; pencil rubbing against paper furiously. He is sketching. His head suddenly turns. He listens to something. A momentary pause before he's being pounced on, but he smiles pulling his attacker into his lap, Felicia smiles back up at him.

“I had you that time” she teases reaching up and poking his nose. He smiles and strokes her cheek, smearing pencil lead across her pale skin.

“Almost, Kitten” he counter teases. “I heard you coming” she huffs a little and then full on pouts up at him. “Plus hard to jump me when we're the only people out here” he adds leaning down to kiss her, she smiles against his lips wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulls back and smirks. “I'll always know when you're near” he promises her, she smirks and snorts.

“The big bad Wolverine is a great big softy” she teases, he rolls his eyes a little before standing with her, Felicia squeals a little clinging to him. “You ass” she scolds as he laughs, he gently sets her on the edge of the table.

“I adore you” he tells her. “You know that, right?” she smirks and nods.

“Yeah” she answers. “I know” she assures him pulling him closer by his belt. “I always know” she taps her nose with her free hand and then sets it on his chest over his heart. “I know” she whispers warmly, he places his hand over hers. They share a look and he dips his head and kisses her. When Logan's dragged back to the present he has his hand resting over his heart, his eyes unfocused on the snow outside. His memories haunting him. Once he hated not knowing, hated having no memories. Now he wishes for something as sweet as nothing. He sighs and lowers his hand.

“Logan” Charles calls, Logan turns to him and nods moving closer to the group to listen. Some of the others are eating. Blink is sharpening her stick. But all of them listening in. Charles looks to Kitty and gives her a small nod; telling her to tell the others.

“Whenever the Sentinels attack, I send Bishop back a week...” Kitty explains.

“I warn them. Blink spots the next site, and we pack up and go before the Sentinels ever get close” Bishop adds. Charles, Magneto, Logan, and Storm look impressed.

“You’re dragging people through more than walls, huh kid?” Logan asks. Kitty shakes her head.

“Not them physically. Just their mind” She looks at Charles, who understands.

“She projects the subatomic part of the brain -- the impulses -- the thing we call consciousness -- into the person’s younger self”

“Ah, to be young again” Erik then smiles and looks to Charles. “This just might work, Charles”

“What might work?” Kitty asks. “What’s he talking about, Professor...?” Charles looks at Kitty, takes a breath.

“The Sentinel Program was created by Dr. Bolivar Trask” Charles explains.

“Everyone knows who started the Sentinels” Bishop points out.

“But not everyone knows how it started. In 1973, at the Paris Peace Accords, a meeting between Trask and his associates was infiltrated by a mutant...a mutant with the ability to transform herself into anything...”

“Mystique” Kitty offers, Charles nods.

“She was captured that day” Charles explains. “Taken to a lab where they used her DNA to develop the mutating transforming weapons that have killed so many of our kind” Kitty looks at Charles, confused.

“What do you want me to do about it?” she asks.

“We want you to send someone back to that day in 1973, so we can stop her, keep her out of their hands, keep the Sentinels from ever being born”

“And end this war before it ever begins” Erik adds. Kitty looks at Erik and then Charles.

“I can send someone back a week, for a few hours. You’re talking about decades for days”

“It’s the same basic principle..” Storm starts.

“No, it’s not” Kitty argues. “Going through time is like going through a black hole, the mind can only stretch so far before it snaps. That kind of break would rip your brain apart, you’d be dead inside of seconds” The words hang there. “I’m sorry, I wish I could help, but you’re asking the impossible.

Nobody could survive that trip” Charles doesn’t have a response. Magneto and Storm look devastated, the reality hitting them, but...

“What if someone’s mind had a way of snapping back...?” Logan asks, they all turn to him. “What if someone could heal as fast as they get rip apart...?” Kitty considers. Bishop steps up.

“It’s a risk” Bishop warns.

“Yeah, I’m getting that”

“Not just for you. For all of us. You mess with time and space like that, start opening holes, you don’t know what’s gonna come through. And you’ll be changing over fifty years of history. Some of us could be killed, some of us could never be born...” He steps closer to Logan, his eyes intense. “And for the traveller, there’s another burden. You’ll be the only one who remembers this world, this war, you’ll carry that with you. And that’s all you’ll remember. Whatever becomes of history, you’ll wake up and it’ll be like half your life is just...blank. Gone” They all look at Logan. The weight of that. He shrugs.

“Well...wouldn’t be the first time” Kitty looks around the room.

“We need to vote” Kitty points out, Charles reads everyone’s minds with a glance.

“You just did. They’re in” Charles points out, Logan takes a breath.

“What about the others?” Storm asks. “Do you really want to do this without their opinion?” she adds looking to Logan. “Without her opinion?” Storm corrects, he shakes his head slightly; no.

“Where are they anyway?” Bobby counter asks, Logan looks to him.


New York Library. Abandoned. Sentinels patrol the streets. No signs of anything living. Inside the library red wisps float weaving through the desks and tables. Searching. Seeking. They lower, dipping under a table and finds the bodies of three mutants huddled together, dying together, they have been left to rot by the sentinels. Just laying there. A warning. The red wisps pull back retreating back to the owner. Wanda Maximoff is crouched with Felicia Rogers and Clint Barton, hiding in the shadows of a bookshelf, away from the windows. The wisps disappear into her hands, she glances to Felicia and shakes her head. Felicia closes her eyes. They're too late. Again. The sentinels beating them; yet again. No matter where they go to save mutant they're too late. Clint sighs and touches Wanda's arm softly before moving, Felicia and Wanda share a look before they follow him. There is nothing to be done for the mutants here now.

“Guys” their comms crackle as Natasha Romanoff speaks. “I think you've been spotted; sentinels are moving in on your location” Felicia looks up and around, her senses and body now alert. Clint grabs Wanda's hand and pulls her along, faster now, desperate. They know the plan. Sentinels find them; flee and leave them to the supers to deal with the evil robots. Felicia snaps out her finger, claws descending from her gloved fingers. She takes a few steps back listening. But all she can hear is Wanda and Clint now working their way up the stairs towards the roof. 

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Felicia skids across the floor of the library her back knocking into a bookshelf, a few books tumble free and fall onto her, she groans and looks up as the Sentinel walks towards her. Tall and imposing and to anyone else terrifying; but this isn't her first time facing one. It's been too many for her to count now. Far too many. Felicia pushes herself up and runs towards the Sentinel, she leaps up onto a table before throwing herself forward latching onto the Sentinel's chest, her claws locking her into place. There is a whirl behind, the sound of something being thrown at her, Felicia presses her feet into the Sentinel's chest and pushes herself off, back flipping and catching the item mid-air, she lands in a crouch, a stealth shield now held against her arm which protects her from the Sentinel's blast as it fires, she hides behind the shield keeping her head hidden until it stops. Lowering the shield she rises, straightening before it. Behind her heavy footsteps approach her, steady and calm at her back. Steve Rogers aka Captain America, dressed in his stealth suit, Felicia holds out the shield to him, which he takes and pulls it onto his arm, the two of them share a look. Felicia turns back to the Sentinel first.

“How do you want to do this?” Felicia asks, Steve glances away from his sister and to the Sentinel.

“Like we've always done” he answers, she looks up at him. “Together” she nods sharply and turns to Bucky as he steps to her side, they share a look as he pulls his rifle from his back. Felicia changes her stance, her clawed gloves at her side.

“Ready when you are” Bucky comments as the Sentinel takes a step towards them. Felicia takes a breath before she is the first to move, legs pushing her forward, her brothers at her back following her into the fight.


Back at the Monastery in one of the deeper rooms Kitty leads Logan and the others into the room.

“So how does this work exactly?” Logan asks.

“You’ll go into a restive state while your consciousness transfers back to your body in 1973” Kitty explains turning to him. “As long as you’re back there, the connection stays open, and history stays open with it....”

“Meaning?” Logan asks.

“Past and present will continue to co-exist. But once you wake, whatever you’ve done to the past will take hold and become history” Kitty answers, Logan looks to her and then to the hair tie around his wrist. Charles notices Erik hanging back, stepping out of the room. Charles goes after him. Logan steps closer to Kitty.

“And Fell?” he asks. “What about her?”

“When did you first meet?” Kitty asks, Logan sighs remembering his talks with Felicia over the years.

“1973” he admits.

“Then it is probably gonna change” Kitty informs him.

“I won't have met her” Logan whispers turning away.


A stealth jet hovers over the streets of New York, ahead of it the Sentinel falls to it's knees before it's head rolls clean off revealing Felicia perched on it's shoulders. As the Sentinel falls forward she jumps and lands in a roll before standing. Steve collects his shield as Bucky walks with him, the three of them then head towards the jet, Steve setting the shield onto his back as Felicia's claws disappear back into her gloves. The ramp of the jet lowers for them, letting them join the rest of their team. Clint is setting his box box back into place on the rack as Wanda sits with her brother Pietro. Steve moves to the cock pit where Natasha sits, red hair tied back, she turns to Steve.

“We need to go now” She comments. “More will be coming” Steve nods in agreement.

“Get us in the air” he orders slightly before moving to join Bucky and Felicia. The jet ramp closes before it takes off across the sky.


Charles and Erik return as Logan lays on a stone slab in the middle of the room. Kitty is preparing herself.

“How long will I have back there?” Logan asks.

“I’ve never sent anyone back this far, I’ll hold on long as I can.....”

“Or until the Sentinels find us” Bishop adds, Logan looks at them.

“Great. Any good news?” A beat passes, there is none.

“Your mutton chops will be back in style” Bishop offers Logan who glares at him. Warpath steps forward.

“We've got incoming” he states.

“Sentinels?” Bobby asks.

“No” Charles answers. “Friends” he looks to Logan. “She's here; prepare yourself” Logan stiffens slightly, now he has to explain what he's going to do to the one woman who might actually talk him out of it. Logan sits up slightly, swinging his legs over the side.


Logan smells her before he sees her, a scent that he's found comfort in for years. Even now. Especially now. Knowing that after today he might never see her again. That with these changes they may never get together. He looks up as Felicia walks in with her brothers, followed by the twins and two former SHIELD agents; hard to work for an organisation that no longer exists any more.

“Logan” Felicia breaths, relaxing seeing him, like years of tension have jut rolled off of her. Logan offers a tight smile in greeting. He reaches for her as she approaches him. “What have you done?” she asks him sensing his unease. He presses his head to her chest as she strokes at his hair before letting him pull back to look up at her. Then he explains everything with Kitty's help.


“Okay Logan, clear your thoughts” Kitty tells Logan who is laying down again, Felicia stood next to him, her eyes red and puffy, she cried a bit hearing his plan, argued, but accepted that it was the only way to fix everything. “Everyone else, back away. I need him calm, focused” Logan keeps a hold on Felicia's hand, she looks down at him and then to Kitty who nods, assuring her it's okay. Logan pulls Felicia closer before he starts to talk.

“I remember the first time we met” Logan states. “When” he corrects himself. “Do you remember?” she nods.

“Of course I do” she assures him.

“You were helping Rogue off the train” he tells her. “And you were wearing these beat up jeans, and a top that was probably a size too small, your boots had no laces in, and you looked half crazed; but you are beautiful” she smiles a little as he brings her hand to his lips. “You were a very different woman back then”

“I've been many different women” she corrects him, he smiles and nods.

“But you'll always be my Fell” he promises her. “Whatever version I meet” she shakes her head. He motions for her to move closer, she leans closer letting him thread his fingers through her hair, he kisses her softly before pulling her closer. “I have to do this” he whispers in her ear. “It has to be me” he pulls back and wipes the tears from her cheeks. “I love you” he whispers just for her. She sniffles and nods.

“I know” she smiles. “I always know” he smiles up at her as she places her hand over his heart. Erik and Charles watch from the corner of the room.

“You really think this will work...?” Erik asks. Charles motions to Logan.

“I have faith in him”

“It’s not him I’m worried about. It’s us. We were young, foolish. We didn’t know any better.....” Charles nods, but disagrees.

“We will now” They look over at Logan as Kitty puts her hands on his temples. Kitty looks to Felicia.

“Try and stay still” she warns, Felicia nods. Kitty turns back to Logan. “This might sting a little...” she warns before her power swirls around Logan, gripping him, and Logan's body goes rigid and he starts to scream.



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Logan is now staring at a dirty ceiling. He winces as if waking from a nightmare. He looks down at his body, wearing different clothes. A tank top, little else. And he sees: There is a woman in bed with him. A beautiful if slightly trashy blonde that is not Felicia. An old classic rock song plays on the radio. Logan rises from the bed. He stumbles to the dresser, grabs a bottle of booze, knocks back a swig. He finds his way to the window, opens the curtain, winces in sunlight, and sees New York City. Cars, clothes, signs from...1973.

“It worked. Holy shit it...” BANG! A door crashes open. Logan spins to see...Three mafia hoods barge into the room, waking the girl in bed. They look at her.

“Put some clothes on,” One of the men tells her. They have guns in hand.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but....” Logan starts.

“What’s going on is you slept with the bosses daughter when you were supposed to be her bodyguard”. Logan shakes his head in disagreement.

“I didn’t sleep with her” he argues.

“No?” the second hood asks not at all believing him.

“No. I mean yes I slept with her, but that wasn’t me, that was the old me, I just got here ten seconds ago” Logan explains.

“Really? Then what happened to your pants?” Logan looks down, indeed he is not wearing pants. He considers. No easy explanation.

“Would you believe me if I told you I was sent here from the future...?” Logan asks trying to play off innocent. The hoods darken, the answer is no. One of them turns to the girl.

“Get out of here, sweetheart. We’re gonna take care of this comedian” Logan shakes his head.

“No, you’re not. You’re going to give me the keys to your car and some money for gas, or you’re going to wake up in the hospital. Trust me, I know how this plays out”

“Because you’re from the future?”

“No. Because of this” Logan's claws come out, but they are bone claws, Logan looks at them for a second, a little surprised. But not as surprised as the thugs.

“What the hell....” Terrified, the men open fire. The girl screams, scrambling out of the room. A couple of shots hit Logan, but barely slow him, his wounds healing as their eyes go wide, Logan uses this distraction to knock the thugs back, keeps coming, finishing them off. As the last one falls, firing, Logan dodges the shot and slices the guy's pocket so his keys come flying out, and Logan catches them in the air. He has the keys dangling around a claw. His claws slowly retract, the keys slide into his hand, and he looks at them: A furry rabbit's foot at the end.


Logan emerges onto a New York street, wearing a thug’s leather jacket. He looks around the street, sees people dressed in period clothes. A phone booth. The tips of the Twin Tower in the distance. And he sees a big Cadillac parked across the street, dice dangling from the mirror, the license plate reads: “LUCKY.” Logan shakes his head, knows this is his ride, he looks both ways before crossing the street towards the car.


Logan gets in the car. He slides the keys into the ignition, and the engine growls to life. As he pulls away, the radio plays:

“...the 18th MP Brigade is departing from Saigon, marking the last American troops to leave Vietnam, effectively ending the war...”


Something slithers through the shadows, moving fast, silent but certain in its movement. Then it's moving up, scaling a fence and hopping over it landing on the other side in a crouch. Felicia. She lifts her head and looks around before she is moving again. Towards the house ahead of her. Her footsteps silent and almost invisible behind her. A weight collides with her back sending her to the grass below her, she grunts a little, more in surprise than actual pain. Hands hold down her wrists stopping her from throwing a punch.

“Easy” a voice coos in her ear. “I'm not going to hurt you” he warns pulling her up to her feet and dragging her away from the house in front of her. His arm tight around her waist as she wriggles against him. “Felicia” he warns trying to stop her, she snaps her head around to him. He's cloaked in the dark with her but she can see his face clears as day. Logan stands before her.

“You know me?” she asks him, he nods. “I don't know you” she reminds him as she takes a step back from him, he nods a little.

“Not yet” he offers, eyes looking over her. She's skinnier than when he knew her, underfed, even for what she is, this is her living on the streets, this is her before Stryker.

“Are you trying to proposition me?” she asks. “I may be desperate, honey, but I am not that desperate”

“What? No” he argues. “No....I'm from the future....” he tells her. She raises an eyebrow unbelieving him. “It's true” he swears and then sighs. “Listen...You go in that house” Logan warns pointing to the house she was going to break into. “You will be caught” she looks to him cocking her head.

“'re from the future?” she asks him, he nods. “And we're.....friends?” she raises an eyebrow motioning between the two of them. He nods.

“Yes, friends” he answers softly, she crosses her arms over her chest, raising that eyebrow a little higher and he knows that face, how many times has he folded at the arrival of that face. “We're...more than friends” he admits.

“How much more?” she asks him stepping closer. “So I know how much future Felicia trusts you.....”

“I know there are exactly five men and two women that you trust in this entire world,” he tells her. “Your brothers, Steve and Bucky; Charles, Hank and myself...and Rogue and Mystique” she frowns at him. “You haven't met Charles, Hank, Rogue or Mystique yet....but you will; and you'll come to think of them as your family....” he steps closer to her, holding up his hands for her to see so she doesn't spook. “I know you are a survivor” he brushes her hair back. “I know you got your abilities because bad people decided to hurt you....” she tries to look away from him but he keeps a hold of her face. “I know you were just a scared and pained and upset little girl that missed her brothers so much she couldn't bear it” he whispers brushing his fingers over her cheek. “I know because one day you'll tell me and so much more....”

“So say I believe you” she whispers. “What do you want from me?”

“Your help” he answers as she reaches for something on her thigh, wraps her fingers around it before lifting it up, her knife, she stabs Logan in the shoulder, Logan grunts in pain and discomfort, he should have seen that move coming, and then she is running away from him. Logan reaches up and yanks the knife out before tucking it away in the back of his trousers, he knows how much the knife means to her. “Felicia” he warns following her.

“Leave me the hell alone” she growls back at him. “You are CRAZY!” she waves her hands about before she threads them through her hair. Logan looks up sharply hearing footsteps ahead of them and knows she's too worked up to concentrate on them, he hurries forward and grabs her, hauling her up, she screams in alarm and kicks backward Logan grunts and covers her mouth dragging her backward from the building.

“We need to go now” he hisses in her ear yanking her backward. “The man that will come for you when you are in custody is not someone you want to be involved with; he will make you do things that....” Logan sighs a little and shakes his head. “Not nice things” he simplifies.

“If you know me then you know that's all I'm good at” she whispers against his hand.

“No” he argues pulling her towards the car, the fight having all but left her. “You are so much more” he assures her then sets her down next to the car. “I'm not going to make you come with me” he adds softly. “Your life has been controlled and ruled by men go too long, now you get to choose for yourself” she glances up at him through her messy hair, her eyes searching his. She lurches forward and kisses him, her hand pressing to the back of his neck. Logan stands stock still for a moment before he closes his eyes and kisses her back, soft and warm and full of all his feelings. She sighs against his lips getting the answer to whatever question was in her head. She pulls back from him. They share a look as she licks her lips.

“So......where are we going?” she asks him quietly threading her fingers with his at his side, Logan looks down at her softly reaching up to brush her hair back from her face.