📝 In the original comics, MJ's mom is supposed to be an actress, but her mom gave up after being pregnant with her older sister, Gayle Watson, so MJ took the acting role, but in this story, both of her parents are actors-problematic actors. MJ is an unknown nepo baby, and she's the older sister of Gayle here instead of being the youngest, and MJ doesn't want to be an actress here. Also MJ is bircal here just like the actress Zendaya. Law Roach will be mentioned here but the dress is just fictional 📝

Felicia Hardy sat alone in her car.

She had driven from New York to Central City, and now she was parked outside the Central City Police Department-where she believed Iris West's father worked. At the same time, this was the place where the man who had caught Iris's eye could be found.

Felicia lazily blew a bubble with her chewing gum, letting it pop as she waited for the one and only, the famous forensic scientist of the CCPD.

She glanced at her phone and saw a text from MJ-her adopted sister. Felicia had found MJ in a dark alley years ago. She knew MJ's parents were Madeline and Philip Watson, celebrities known as much for their fame as for their controversies.

Felicia never voiced her opinions on which celebrities were down to earth and which deserved to be "canceled," but seeing two famous people abandon their newborn daughter in a dark alley had made her sick.

She had sworn then and there to take care of the baby herself-even though she was only six years old at the time. And somehow, she had raised her well.

Back when they were still stealing to survive, the Avengers eventually discovered that they were just a group of kids trying to make it on their own.

The team decided to adopt them-especially since MJ needed someone to help her control her powers. She'd been bitten by a radioactive spider at the age of six, the same age as Peter Parker when it happened to him.

Instead of replying to the text, Felicia decided to call. Of course, MJ picked up.

"I'm glad you called. I was worried-I thought something happened to you." MJ's voice was so clear and full of emotion that it made Felicia smile before she replied in her usual, nonchalant tone:

"Don't worry about me. I'm safe. Do I need to remind you that I raised you myself when I was six? When I found you in that dark alley?"

A smirk curled on her lips as she spoke.

MJ sighed. "You know I'm just worried about you."

Felicia knew. She could feel it, even when MJ didn't show it. And that mattered. "I know, sweetheart. I'm glad you came into my life."

Felicia loved MJ deeply, even though they weren't related by blood. MJ had completed her after years of being an orphan, unwanted by both adoptive families and her last remaining kin.

Seeing MJ suffer neglect from her own parents had struck a painful chord-Felicia had seen herself in her.

"MJ, I'm going to call you later." She ended the call the moment she spotted Barry Allen leaving the CCPD.

Glancing into the car's rearview mirror, she fixed her hair, applied lip gloss, and curled her lashes until they looked longer and darker.

Flashback

Felicia sat in the rented restaurant's garden, having spent all her salary to prepare the perfect night for her lover, Edward "Eddie" Thawne.

He was her man-her third love. Both of her past relationships had ended the same way: each boyfriend had left her for a girl named Iris Ann West. She had never met this Iris, but she couldn't help wondering how it was possible-how two different men could fall for the same woman she'd never even seen.

But this time... this time, she believed it would be different. She felt it in her heart: her third love wouldn't leave her.

Her platinum-blonde hair was styled into a waterfall braid-courtesy of MJ-and she was thankful. It had turned out beautifully. Her squared oval nails were painted in a velvet nail design on long, almond-shaped nails, featuring a dark base with a shimmering, diagonal lavender-purple magnetic stripe across each nail, all sealed with a high-gloss finish.

She lit the candles she'd set out, their rose scent drifting through the air. Soft, romantic music played in the background as she turned around-just in time to see her boyfriend, who had traveled from Central City to New York just for her.

Eddie walked toward her, and she greeted him with a warm hug.
"Babe, I was waiting for you. I'm glad your flight was safe-that's all that matters."

She invited him to sit, and he did. But she could see something was weighing on him.

"I really need to talk to you," Eddie said, his tone serious.

Still smiling, Felicia poured him a glass of water-he'd just come from hours of nonstop travel. But then his words came.

"Let's take a break."

Her smile faltered, her heart pounding in panic. She cleared her throat. "Did I do something wrong?"

Eddie shook his head. "No... but long-distance relationships are really hard for me. Every time you're not with me, I feel... disconnected."

Felicia took a deep breath. She could feel it-he was already emotionally leaving her for someone else. Her voice trembled as she asked, "What's her name?"

Eddie's eyes widened. "I swear, I'm not cheating on you. I just... fell out-"

She cut him off. "Just tell me who she is."

Her voice cracked. She wanted to cry, but she held it in. She knew he was right-long distance was hard. Eddie inhaled deeply.

"Iris Ann West."

When Felicia heard that name, her heart turned cold. This wasn't a coincidence anymore.

Her blood boiled.

Flashback over.

Felicia stepped out of her car. She wasn't backing down-not after planning this for months. She hadn't driven all the way from New York to Central City-twenty-seven hours on the road-just to walk away. No. It was time to teach Iris that not every man in her life would be someone her father approved of.

Meanwhile, Barry Allen was walking down the street, busy talking on the phone with Cisco and Caitlin, when out of nowhere, a man sprinted past and snatched his phone mid-run.

"Hey!" Barry called out, looking around at the crowded street. Civilians filled the area, making it hard to see where the thief had gone. He was just about to use his speed when he heard the sound of a crash... followed by a confident voice.

"Hey, I don't think this belongs to you."

Barry turned around and froze. Standing there, holding the phone, was Felicia Hardy-The Black Cat. One of the Avengers.

His mind stuttered. One of New York's famous heroes... in Central City?

Felicia had originally planned to "accidentally" bump into Barry, but fate had thrown a thief into the mix. Fine. This was plan B-improvised, but working perfectly.

The snatcher recognized her instantly, his face going pale as his hands trembled. Barry jogged over, choosing not to use his speed, his eyes locked on her.

"You're... Felicia Hardy," he said, breathless.

Felicia tilted her head, smiling-soft, yet with a hint of flirtation. "I believe this is your phone." She held it out to him, her fingers brushing against his as he took it.

That tiny touch sent an unexpected jolt through Barry, and he had to fight the grin threatening to break across his face. He started to speak. "I'm-"

But Felicia interrupted, her lips curving into an amused smile. "Barry Allen. I know. I'm a friend of Eddie Thawne. He works with your adopted dad."

Barry blinked. "He... never mentioned you."

Felicia shook her head lightly. "We've known each other since we were kids. He's probably been too busy to bring it up-but he's talked about you to me."

Barry smiled, his curiosity piqued.

He'd heard the origin of her story-an orphan at six years old who had raised her adopted sister after finding her in a dark alley.

It was hard not to admire someone with that kind of grit and loyalty.

For the first time, The Black Cat and The Flash stood face-to-face.

And while the city bustled around them, there was a quiet, magnetic pull-like the world had slowed for just the two of them.

Inside the Avengers Mansion, MJ sat on the couch, letting Nathaniel Barton play with her phone. He was completely absorbed in Angry Birds, laughing every time he knocked over a tower.

While Nathaniel was having fun, MJ was not. Her eyes scanned the newspaper in her hands until one headline made her freeze.

'Madeline and Philip Watson Proudly Celebrate Their Only Daughter Gayle's First Oscar Win.'

MJ stared at those words-'only daughter.'

That was funny, she thought bitterly. Because she knew the truth. She had been their firstborn... and they had abandoned her the day she was born.

In that dark alley, she could have died-cold, hungry, and alone-all because of their actions. A hot tear slid down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away. They didn't deserve her tears.

Without hesitation, she tossed the newspaper into the wooden fireplace and watched as the flames consumed it, turning every smug printed word into ash.

She was lost in thought, her gaze locked on the flickering fire, when a familiar warmth suddenly pulled her back.

Peter Parker had just come home from his golf practice tournament.

Without a word, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply, his presence wrapping around her like a shield.

Nathaniel giggled and shouted teasingly, "Get a room!"

Laura and Clint Barton stepped in at that moment, Laura chuckling.

"Nathaniel, leave them alone. And why do you have MJ's phone? I grounded you from yours, remember?"

Nathaniel pouted, looking guilty. MJ broke her kiss with Peter, giving him a quick peck on the lips before turning to Laura with a small smile.

"Well... he was a good boy, so I let him play with my phone. I'm sorry about that."

Laura's expression softened. "It's okay, dear. Nathaniel should have known better. He knows he's not allowed to hold phones yet... but someone doesn't like to listen."

Peter wrapped his arms around MJ again, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek. She leaned into him, letting the warmth of his love melt away the sting of the earlier memory.

He didn't need to say a word-his presence told her everything. That she was wanted. That she was loved.

That she was home.

Tony arrived and greeted the rest, then noticed Felicia wasn't home yet. He also realized he hadn't seen her yesterday. As he went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple, he began to ask MJ,

"Where's your sister?" Tony took a bite.

MJ smiled a little before telling him, "Well, she went to Central City to meet a childhood friend." She only said what she knew according to what Felicia had told her.

Tony raised his eyebrows, then swallowed before speaking again, making sure his mouth wasn't full. "If I had known she was going to Central City, I would have dropped her off at the airport-"

MJ cut him off, saying, "She actually drove there in her car."

Peter and Clint raised their eyebrows after hearing that.

"Are you serious?" Clint said, knowing how far Central City was from New York.

MJ quickly spoke to ease their concern. "I talked to her earlier, and she told me she arrived there safely. But she didn't say how long she's staying."

Tony nodded before saying, "Alright, as long as she's safe and she's old enough to be wherever she wants to be, that's totally fine."

Wanda entered the room holding a tablet. "Central City?" she asked, making sure she heard correctly.

"Yeah, Central City," MJ confirmed.

Wanda looked at Tony before asking, "Isn't that the hometown of the hero people claim is a red speedster? What's the name again?"

Wanda tried to remember, and then Tony snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "The Flash."

MJ added, "And Eddie's current living place."

Everyone went silent, remembering Eddie Thawne.

Tony and Clint looked at each other before Clint asked, "She's not there to get back together with him, right?"

Tony answered in a rough but confident tone, "No, I'm sure she knows she's better off without him. Besides, MJ said Felicia went there to visit a childhood friend, and plenty of people live in Central City."

Tony paused a moment before continuing, "Eddie happens to live there... it's only a coincidence, alright? Coincidences happen rarely, but they can happen."

MJ nodded, and Peter agreed with Tony.

Gayle Watson, the actress, is inside Michelle Janella, aka MJ's, salon called MJ's Glowing Hair Care. She is the famous partner and the second person to be bitten by a radioactive source, just like Peter Parker.

Gayle is enjoying her salon time, her natural red hair now featuring a double color.

This hairstyle features a beautiful color melt, starting with a warm, light brown at the roots. This base color gradually transitions into a vibrant and fiery red from the mid-lengths to the ends, creating a striking ombre effect.

The hair is styled in loose, flowing waves that add texture and volume, beautifully showcasing the color gradient. The top section is elegantly pulled back into a simple, twisted half-updo. This not only keeps the hair away from the face but also accentuates the blend of the light brown and the bright red highlights that are intertwined within the twist. The overall look is a chic and edgy combination of natural and bold colors with soft, romantic styling.

Gayle feels relaxed during her first visit to the salon, sensing a strange closeness to it, unaware that the owner of the salon is her long-lost older sister, MJ, who was abandoned by her parents from the very beginning.

She feels relaxed, closing her eyes, without noticing that the workers are gossiping about her.

Yes, the workers knew her and her connection to the owner of the salon. She looks beautiful, but they had heard a blind item claiming she ran over a blind person and paid him not to speak anymore because it would ruin her career. Whether it's fact or myth is unknown, but knowing her parents' background and the truth that her parents abandoned a newborn daughter, the gossip carried extra weight.

The workers at MJ's salon are people who had lost their jobs because of Madeline and Philip Watson, who ruined their lives.

Years later, they meet the offspring of Madeline and Philip and are surprised to learn that Madeline and Philip ruined her life too-abandoning her and almost leaving her to freeze to death.

After her hairstyle was finished, she finally got out of the chair and looked at herself in the mirror. She snapped her fingers, signaling her assistant, Chrisabel, to do something. Chrisabel, her new assistant, had been quickly trained over the past week and already knew what Gayle wanted. She pulled out Gayle's phone, took a picture of her hair, and handed it to her.

Gayle's face broke into a smile as she looked at the photo. "Finally, a salon worth visiting," she said.

Then, in a playful yet dramatic move, Gayle tossed her phone into the air. Chrisabel caught it before it hit the floor, not wanting to get fired on her third day.

Gayle rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a small smirk. "Glad you caught it-that's worth more than your life," she teased.

Chrisabel just nodded silently, neither arguing nor fighting back, and carefully placed the phone into Gayle's purse. As Gayle turned, her eyes immediately caught a stunning dress.

The dress featured a dramatic one-shoulder bodice, where a panel of dark espresso satin was ruched and sculpted, creating a striking contrast against the creamy ivory base. Intricate gunmetal-black beadwork traced the asymmetrical neckline and cinched the waist, mimicking the delicate yet strong structure of shimmering spiderwebs.

A single elegant black butterfly, crafted from silk and minute beads, rested upon the shoulder strap as if it had just alighted.

From the waist, the gown cascaded into a full A-line skirt made of ethereal layers of ivory and champagne tulle. Prominent floral appliqués transformed into magnificent black Delilahs, their velvety, spiky petals unfurling in dramatic clusters down the length of the skirt.

Connecting these dark blossoms were elaborate, hand-beaded spiderwebs, some sparkling with black jet beads, others stitched with subtle silver thread, giving the impression of dew-kissed silk.

Tucked among the flowers and webs were exquisitely detailed spiders fashioned from polished obsidian beads and metallic filaments.

Adding a delicate contrast, small white and black butterflies appeared scattered across the skirt, some nestled within the petals of the Delilahs, others seemingly caught in the intricate webbing, their wings crafted from fine embroidered silk.

A deep espresso-colored tulle layer peeked from beneath the ivory, adding depth and warmth to the design as it swept into a subtle train.

Gayle stared at it in awe. She wanted it-and when she wanted something, she got it. "How much for that dress?" she demanded.

One of the employees cleared their throat nervously.

"Ma'am, that's not for sale, Mr. Peter Parker hired Law Roach to make that for Ms. MJ for their upcoming birthday celebration- her gift, they're turning twenty-three on August 13th. It's also their ninth anniversary."

Peter was born on August 10th, while MJ was born on August 12th, but both celebrated together on the 13th.

Gayle's blue eyes narrowed, her face registering a delayed flicker of annoyance. "I can pay for it. How much is it?"

She ignored the employee's explanation entirely, her impatience are clearly evident.