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First story: The Vigil, part 6
First story:(1995)Alberta, Canada, where Wolverine had been warned away by the Clan D'Arqueness, who told him that he no longer needed to carry the burden of protecting the world from the Truth – the demon they had summoned during World War II.
On a clear day, Elizabeth Twoyoungmen a.k.a. Talisman stands on a snow-covered ground, a sprawling forest behind her, she holds a bunch of dark flowers in one arm, while smelling another of the flowers and smiling. Several wolves wait at her feet, when suddenly, the immensely powerful young sorceress clutches her head and screams. The wolves howl as Talisman drops to her knees, 'W... W... Wolverine' she gasps.
But Logan is very bad at listening.
The X-Mansion, in New York, where Cyclops, Jean Grey, Wolverine, Storm and Colossus gather as a mystic projection of Talisman appears before them. 'You're sure, Talisman?' Wolverine frowns. Talisman tells him that she is, and reminds him that he asked her to set a magical trip wire along the Weirdways so she would know when his demon once again tried to touch this world. Talisman explains that the demon isn't just touching the world, it is clawing – digging – itself out from Hell – and it will be with them soon.
After every battle Logan and his mutant friends had won, why wouldn't he be confident? This was just another fight.
'Then we don't have much time' Wolverine announces, arms folded. Hands on hips, Cyclops turns to Wolverine and asks him to tell them again what they will be facing, as he was a little vague when he went over this before. 'Ain't like I'm an expert, Stretch' Logan replies, explaining that he has only fought this thing four times, and the last time was about twenty years back. Logan declares that it is a demon, whatever that means, and that it calls itself the Truth. 'But devils lie. That's their whole thing' Cyclops points out. 'Maybe it thinks it's being ironic' Logan suggests, before adding that it is bad news.
Wolverine continues, explaining that the Truth comes to Earth about once every decade, and never to the same place twice – it picks the worst place in the world and just pops out. Wolverine tells his teammates that if it doesn't get stopped there, banished with some kind of spell, then it can't be banished, and it gets stronger with every person it kills. Jean asks if they go to wherever the demon appears and keep it there until Talisman has a chance to banish it, to which Wolverine confirms that is the plan. Jean asks how they will know where to go, to which Talisman reports that she will know, as she will be able to feel its presence now that she is attuned to it, and whenever  it emerges, she can teleport them there.
Colossus asks if they can kill this beast, but Wolverine tell him that it doesn't seem like it, that you can't kill the Truth, all you can do is send it back and buy the world another ten years, at least that is what the witches told him, anyway. Cyclops frowns and tells the X-Men that it is time to go save the world.
But this is not just another fight. And Logan should have listened.
Shortly, at the Eruption of Soufriere Hills in Montserrat. Cyclops cries out in agony as he fires an optic blast – but is brutally struck down by aother surge of energy that the horrible demon known as the Truth fires at him, causing him to drop to the ground, motionless. 'Scott, NO!' Jean screams while slamming a telekinetic blast into the Truth, who grins wickedly. Storm hovers back from the battle while Wolverine closes in on the Truth, claws at the ready, and Talisman crouches nearby. Suddenly, Colossus calls out to Jean, 'Watch out!' he warns her, before lunging at her, pushing her to safety away from the blast which he takes the brunt of.
Storm joins the battle, blasting the Truth with lightning, while Jean attempts to hold the Truth in place telekinetically. Talisman reaches out and puts a hand on Wolverine's shoulder, informing him that she needs to know the spell to cast to send the demon back. 'Quickly, before anyone else dies!' she exclaims. Logan looks back at his ally and tells her that he doesn't know it. 'The witches always -' Logan begins, when suddenly, the Truth leaps forward and grabs Talisman by her neck.
The Truth is no fool, it has gone after the only person in the battle with a chance of sending it back. None of the others have any magic. And the Truth seemingly snaps Talisman's neck. With Talisman gone, the Truth can focus on the others, and it looks to the sky where Storm furiously shouts 'DIE!' as she casts a powerful surge of lightning towards the demon, who somehow “grabs” the lightning, and hurls it back towards a wide-eyed Storm, 'By the Goddess...' Storm utters, before the blast of lightning impales her, and blasts out the other side of her body.
Jean collapses back into Wolverine's arms, 'Dead...dead...so many dead...I can feel them dying in my mind' she exclaims, clutching her head, while Colossus tries to put the flames out that dart across his back, and tells Logan that the psychic shock of Scott, Talisman and Ororo, he fears Jean cannot function. 'How can we fight this demon?' Colossus asks. Still clutching her head as Logan lays her on the ground, Jean calls out to Scott, telling him that she can feel him, she asks him if he is dead, while
Wolverine answers Colossus' question by telling him that they will defeat this demon together. 'We'll do it together' he reiterates as he pops his claws and prepares to facwe down the horrid demon.
They were so brave, Logan and his X-Men – so brave to even try. 'STOP!' a voice suddenly, screams, and Logan, Colossus and the demon turn to see a young woman with long blonde hair on a ledge nearby. She wears a black costume with some silver armor and clenches her fists, 'You've done enough' she declares, before a familiar SNIKT sound is heard as she pops a set of claws of her own – claws that appear to be a blueish-white color. She then lunges towrds The Truth – and slices his right arm off. The Truth responds by slamming his other arm into the mysterious woman's face. She tries to strike him again with her claws, but she misses, and the Truth slams his fist into her, knocking her backwards. 'Not this time, you bastard' the young woman exclaims as the Truth leaps at her, so she kicks him in his abdomen. She then raises her claws again, 'Not...today!' she warns him, while summoning forth a strange glowing ball of energy – as it moves closer to the Truth, it envelops him, and the horrid demon vanishes. 'Until next time, Devil. Remember my face. I'll be waiting for you' she announces.
As Wolverine and Colossus check on Jean, the mysterious blonde woman approaches them and tells them that she is sorry. 'We told you not to come, Wolverine. This is no longer your fight' she remarks, to which Colossus asks Logan if he knows this woman. 'I don't know her,  Colossus' Wolverine replies, removing his maks, he stands up and moves away from Jean, motioning to the blonde woman, he announces that he is pretty sure she is his daughter!


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Bad News on a Good Day
Patsy Walker’s apartment in New York City - the center of the Universe in the dead of night: ‘Finally! After three years of serious procrastination, I finished my new book!’ Patsy thinks to herself as she exclaims ‘T-H-E-E-N-D. The six most beautiful letters in the English language’. And not a moment too soon, as her editor at Scribner’s was seconds away from taking back her advance.
Days later at a café, Patsy sits across from her agent, Lola, who made sure the book was fast-tracked. Patsy tells herself that the poor public relations girl at Scribner’s never knew what hit her. Lola waves her hands about and declares that this is event publishing at its best - the new tell-all by the author of “Gidget Goes to Hell”. ‘Excuse me, hel-lo - that’s an event! So no skimping on the release party!’ Lola exclaims. She declares that they want chocolate fountains, hot, gay cater-waiters, celebrities, super-powered and non-super powered. Patsy smiles and replies that she has invited Angelica, Monica and Felicia, as they all have super-powers. ‘Well, I’m not sure if Felicia does…’ Patsy admits. Lola frowns and tells Patsy ‘And they’re sweet girls, but can any one of them support their own ongoing?’
Patsy groans when she sees a “stalkerazzi” approaching fast, and thinks to herself it is as if Lola plans this stuff. ‘Ms Walker? Do you have a minute?’ the paparazzi asks. ’I don’t know - Lola, do I?’ Patsy asks. ’For People Magazine? One minute. And no questions about ex-boyfriends, Nance, or I’ll gut you like a fish!’ Lola shouts at the reporter. Nance starts taking notes and announces that she glimpsed a preview chapter from Patsy’s book. ‘Are you really alleging that Tony Stark sexiled you to Alaska after your secret affair soured?’ she asks. ‘We - that is, he -’ Patsy begins, wide-eyed, but Lola tells Nance to just buy the book. ‘And thanks for playing!’ she adds.
A few days later still, at the most famous rooftop garden in New York City, a red carpet lines part of the rooftop which is filled with marquees and tables piled with Patsy’s latest book: “Like a Cat out of Hell”. Patsy knows that the launch is being held here, at the Baxter Building, will guarantee that at least four celebrities will show up. While cameras flash and waiters bring drinks around, Lola is angrily waving her hands at the public relations girl, and exclaims ‘I asked for Thor, I would’ve settled for a clone, hell, I would’ve settled for what’s-his-name, with the horse face?’ ‘Beta Ray Bill?’ the PR girl replies. ‘Beta Ray Bill, exactly. But you give me Howard the Duck? Hel-lo, it’s the farmer in the dell calling, he wants his livestock back!’ Lola exclaims. The PR girl tries to talk to her, but Lola suddenly looks around and asks where Patsy is. ‘More importantly, where’s my pomegranate martini?’ she demands.
Nearby, Patsy is speaking with a reporter, explaining that the book is about a woman navigating the slippery slope of super hero singledom. ‘It’s about asking the hard questions. If you’re not an Emma Frost, or a Carol Danvers, or an Ororo Munroe, how do you cope? How do you find a balance? Work, relationships, personal time?’ Patsy explains.
Elsewhere at the party, Monica Rambeau and Felicia Hardy a.k.a. the Black Cat are getting themselves some drinks. ‘The guy in the red by the chocolate fountain?’ Felicia asks, pointing at the man. ‘Without a doubt’ Monica smiles, before motioning to another man, ‘The guy with the sprayed-on jeans by the scary topiary?’ she asks. ‘Absolutely I would. In fact, I believe I already have’ Felicia smiles. ‘Hey, ladies… cruising my book release party?’ Patsy calls out as she approaches her friends.
‘Yeah, and pickings are slim. How late do we have to stay?’ Felicia replies, while Monica sips her drink and remarks that as long as it is open bar, she is happy. Patsy asks her friends if either of them have seen Angelica. ‘I can’t believe she bailed’ Patsy remarks. Felicia suggests that Angelica might be cramming for finals or something, revealing that she blew off their coffee date yesterday. ‘Oh, Lordy… who invited the A-listers?’ Monica groans as all of the photographers suddenly turn to the red carpet, cameras flash, as four costumed women arrive: Susan Storm - the Invisible Woman! Emma Frost - White Queen and ice queen! Ororo Munroe - Queen of Wakanda! Jennifer Walters - the Sensational She-Hulk! Patsy tells Felicia and Monica that her agent invited them, as apparently Sue Richards couldn’t put her last book down - ditto the other Glamazons.
‘All right, now we’re cooking!’ Lola whispers, while shouting ‘Somebody, anybody! Pictures of them! In front of a book display! Yesterday!’ The Invisible Woman smiles for the cameras and speaks to a reporter: ‘So sorry we weren’t here earlier, we just got back from a diplomatic mission in the Middle Easy…’.
Monica frowns again, ‘Ugh. Buzzkill’ she mutters, while Felicia replies ‘Yeah, I just vomited in my mouth’. Patsy doesn’t look happy either and asks how tacky it is to ditch one’s own party? ‘Not at all’ Felicia assures her. Patsy gets her cellphone out and starts texting Angelica to meet them for a drink. ‘Monica?’ she asks. ‘Yeah, yeah… it’s like we’re in high school and I’m the only one with a driver’s license’ Monica replies as she holds onto her friends and takes flight off the Baxter Building. As they go, Patsy tells herself how much she loves her gal pals Felicia, Monica and Angelica - wherever she is. Patsy then starts to recall how they met - at a speed-dating event for single super heroines a while back - the kind where you sit opposite some guy and give him your vital stats in ten seconds or less.
Flashback:‘Hi, my name’s Patsy. I dated the Son of Satan once. Now, I’m looking for someone a little nicer’. An overweight, awkward man wearing a Fantastic Four t-shirt sits opposite Patsy and laughs, introducing himself as Melvin. He remarks that spandex rocks.
Nearby, Angelica Jones introduces herself as the mutant formerly known as Firestar. ‘Hopefully you don’t burn easily?’ she asks. ‘Troy. Just…Troy’ the man opposite her responds, smiling.
At another table, Monica Rambeau frowns and snaps ‘Impress me’, while opposite her, a smelly, dishevelled old man tells her ‘Face it, tigress - you just hit the jackpot’.
Finally, Felicia introduces herself and smiles, adding that she is unlucky in love - now and forever. An attractive man opposite her gazes at Felicia and replies ‘Roger, and can I just say? I think you’re fabulous’.
Needless to say, no love-connections were made that night, but an unlikely friendship was born. ‘You know, I’ve missed this now that I’m retired and not part of the New Warriors, I’ve missed hanging out’ Angelica tells the others as they leave the singles-speed dating and walk down the street together. ‘The gossiping, you mean’ Monica remarks. Felicia adds that she has felt the same since the Heroes for Hire fell apart. ‘Our line of work can be… isolating’ she points out. ‘Please. You want to talk isolation? Try being a black woman in this business. Why do you think I agreed to the Nextwave experiment? Health insurance?’ Monica declares.
And just like that, they were off -and it wasn’t anything official, but it was a great way to blow off steam, like pool days at Chelsea Piers. ‘Is that Wonder Man?’ Patsy asks, pointing at someone. ‘If it is, I wonder if he stuffs’ Monica replies. ‘Monica!’ Angelica exclaims, while Felicia tells her friends ‘Come on, ladies, enough with the objectification’. And movies nights at the Paris. ‘I don’t care what the movie’s about, so long as it’s in French’ Patsy exclaims while eating some popcorn. ‘My problem is, I don’t go to the movies to read’ Felicia mutters as she slumps over in the chair next to Patsy. ‘Shhh’ Monica scowls, while Angelica sighs, and recalls that her honeymoon to Vance was going to be in Paris.
The quartet also enjoyed mani-pedis at the Butterfly Spa. Having four chairs together they relaxed while getting their nails done. ‘Is there anything better than having someone be kind to your feet? It’s better than sex, even’ Patsy smiles. ‘Uh-uh. The best is getting a foot rub from your lover after sex’ Monica declares. ‘I once dated this guy -’ Angelica begins, but is interrupted when Felicia snaps ‘Enough about Vance!’
They also attended exhibits at the Whitney. Patsy, Felicia and Angelica stare at some modern artwork and Felicia decides that she should have more art in her life. ‘Men come and go, but art is… eternal’ she remarks. ‘You’re in grad school, Angie, what do you think?’ Patsy asks, but Angelica explains that this is contemporary art, and she is focusing on the Byzantine and Medieval periods. ‘Roy Lichtenstein rocks my world’ Monica thinks to herself as she looks at some other art.
Every now and then, they would suit up to help out with the odd alien invasion, secret war, company-wide crossover, etc, with the four proving effective against a slew of Skrulls.
Present:Patsy, Monica and Felicia enter the Shiva Bar, and the patrons all look up as they make a dramatic entrance. ‘Waiter! Waitress! A round of lemon drop martinis, s’il vous plait?’ Patsy calls out. ‘And a vodka tonic’ Felicia adds. ‘And a mojito’ Monica exclaims. ‘Oh, God, not them again’ a waiter mutters, putting his head into his hand. Five minutes later, the trio have a booth, their round of drinks and are sitting back relaxing. Patsy remarks that she is totally out of the loop because of her book. ‘So - loop me, somebody!’ she asks. Felicia looks at Monica and says that before they got sidetracked at Patsy’s party, she was telling her about her latest romantic train-wreck. ‘Witch’ Monica smiles. ‘Floor’s yours, Rambeau. And then I have a tale of woe’ Patsy smiles. ‘Okay, it’s common knowledge I’m from New Orleans, right?’ Monica remarks, revealing that she spent a lot of time there post Hurricane Katrina, cleaning up the mess that the white people left behind.
Flashback:New Orleans, where Monica hovers in the air, releasing energy from her body to the rubble below. ‘Anything, Monica?’ the Black Panther calls out as he lifts some rubble up. ‘No energy signatures, yet, T’Challa. But give a girl a minute… if there are any survivors under this rubble I’ll find them’ Monica calls back. After the flood came the vampires, ‘Let me tell you about sunlight. Sunlight’s a kind of energy - and I specialise in the generation of discharge and energy. Fry, Blacula!’ Monica declares, releasing a powerful surge of energy at a vampire who has confronted her. The Black Panther had assembled a team of “brothers and sisters” as Monica puts it - the two of them, Luke Cage, Blade and Brother Voodoo. Brother Voodoo approaches Monica and tells her that it is nice to have her back in the Big Easy. ‘We just vanquished an army of the undead, Jericho. If you want to ask me out for some jambalaya, just do it’ Monica smiles. ‘Marie Christie’s? Midnight?’ Brother Voodoo smiles in response.
Present:‘Mmmm, j’adore Cajun food’ Patsy smiles as she listens intently. ‘I smell foreplay’ Felicia remarks. ‘Girls, please. We had dinner. And then, after dinner…. all right, what can I say. We were still pumped from the vampires, I guess. And then after-after dinner…’ Monica continues..
Flashback continued:Monica and Jericho make love in a room illuminated with dozens of candles, and afterwards, with a sheet wrapped around her, Monica stands out on a balcony. Jericho has a sheet wrapped around his waist and he leans against the door, telling Monica that she could stay a while. ‘Be nice not to wake up alone for a change’ he smiles. ‘Uhhh… me? Stay?’ Monica replies. And, faster than a ray of light, she drops her sheet and flies away wearing only her underwear.
Present:Monica tells her friends that she knows what she wants. ‘And what I want is to move at my pace… not at some man’s pace’. ‘So your commitment issues rear their ugly heads. So he’s in New Orleans, you’re in New York. So what’s the trauma?’ Felicia replies. ‘Brother Voodoo is here in New York’ Monica announces. Patsy leans across the table between them and puts a hand on Monica’s shoulder, asking her if he has called or texted her. ‘I wish… but no, I found this propped up against my apartment’s front door!’ Monica reveals, pulling out of her coat pocket a voodoo doll with a piece of paper tacked to it, with XOXOXO written on it.
‘It’s obvious he’s wooing you’ Patsy smiles as she looks at the doll. ‘More accurately, he’s stalking you’ Felicia points out. Monica asks the others what she is supposed to do, as she doesn’t want Brother Voodoo simplifying her just because she is not into cuddling. ‘Men… why do they always ruin things by talking? Have I told you the latest with Thomas?’ Felicia asks. ‘Not yet, but I have a feeling you’re about to’ Patsy replies.
‘Okay, as chronicled on page six, Thomas Fireheart and I have been seeing each other, off and on, for a few months now…’ Felicia begins, and reveals that she mentioned to him, very casually, that she had finished her business plan and that she was in the process of looking for office space. ‘And he said:’
Flashback:‘Fun. I’ll come with’ Thomas Fireheart smiles, so they start looking at storefront’s together, trying to find the “purrrfect” place to re-open Cat’s Eye Investigations. As Felicia and Thomas look around the office space a realtor has taken them too, the realtor remarks that she knows they were talking about something a bit more centrally located, but that given Felicia’s budget, this is as central as they’re going to get. ‘Actually…’ Felicia begins, before Thomas asks ‘Who are the neighbors?’ The realtor informs him that there is a Pilates studio on the right and a comic book shop on the left. ‘A Pilates studio, that’s -’ Felicia begins, but Thomas interrupts once more, enquiring as to what the foot traffic is like. ‘Decent, for the area, which is up and coming’ the realtor assures him. ‘And the figure you quoted us. How much wiggle room do we have there?’ Thomas asks. Felicia doesn’t look to happy at this, and as the realtor announces that she would have to discuss it with the owner. ‘But last we talked, he was quite adamant -’ she begins, before Thomas asks if he can contact the owner directly?
Felicia addresses the realtor as Mrs Brooks and asks if she would excuse them for a minute’. Thomas looks at Felicia and tells her that he can tell she is mad. ‘Shouldn’t I be? This is exactly why I didn’t want you tagging along’ Felicia replies, arms folded. ‘I’m only trying to help, baby’ Thomas points out. ‘Don’t call me “baby”. I’m not your baby. I’m not anyone’s baby’ Felicia snaps, angrily, adding that, for the record, every question he has asked, she already knew the answer, all the places they have visited - she has researched them all backwards and forwards. Thomas smiles and tells Felicia that he would have been shocked if she hadn’t. ‘But you’ll agree that I’ve had a wee bit more experience than you in this particular area?’ he asks. Felicia is not impressed, and replies ‘Maybe so, but this is the place I want for Cat’s Eye. And I don’t want you trying to talk me out of it!’ ‘Honey… Cat…of all the places we’ve seen, this one’s my favorite, too’ Thomas smiles.
‘It is?’ Felicia replies. ‘Without a doubt’ Thomas tells her, pointing out that it is near the subway, a post office and a police station, and while the neighborhood’s not quite right, it’s on the rise, but not quite there. ‘Speaking as your lover and as a business tycoon, I truly, sincerely believe a detective agency could thrive here’ Thomas announces. ‘You… you really think so?’ Felicia asks. ‘Absolutely’ Thomas tells her, suggesting they go find Mrs Brooks, and then he can write her a check for Felicia’s down payment, and they will get everything squared away. Felicia goes wide-eyed and her jaw drops.
Present:‘Oh-no-he-did-not’ Monica exclaims. ‘Felicia, my God, what did you say?’ Patsy asks. ‘What could I say?’ Felicia replies.
Flashback continued:‘How dare you? How dare you, Thomas Fireheart?!’ Felicia exclaims, lunging at Thomas, releasing her claws. ‘Felicia! Cat! Retract! Retract!’ Thomas exclaims as he grabs her by her wrists to keep her claws at bay. Felicia turns away from Thomas and tells him that she isn’t a charity case, that she doesn’t want or need his money. ‘You do, actually’ Thomas replies. ‘You asked me to straighten out your bank accounts, remember? And your finances are nowhere near what they need to be to launch a business - and that’s fine. That’s okay. Because I have plenty of money and I believe in you’ Thomas smiles. He tells Felicia that he can do this for her and it would make him happy to do so, as it is what people in love do for each other. ‘All you have to do is let me help you. Say “yes” and I’ll write you the check’ Thomas smiles, looking sincerely at Felicia.
Present:‘You didn’t take it, did you?’ Monica asks. ‘I… couldn’t’ Felicia replies, while admitting that Thomas is completely right - she has some savings, but she lost most of it when the market crashed - and the start-up costs for a business are daunting, to say the least. Felicia looks slightly dejected, and Patsy remarks that she doesn’t understand. ‘Why don’t you take the check, then, if he wants to lend you the money -’ she begins, but Monica explains that Thomas doesn’t want to lend Felicia the money, he just wants to give her the money, which is the problem. ‘Felicia’s like me… we don’t do “damsel in distress” Monica remarks.
Felicia tells her friends that she wants this business to be hers, something to do for herself, by herself - and Thomas, for whatever reason, just cant see that. ‘He wants to be your knight in shining armor, that’s all’ Monica points out.
‘But, Felicia, if you don’t have the money and you’re not taking it from Thomas, what does that mean? No Cat’s eye Investigations? I’d lend you the money if I had it…’ Patsy begins. Felicia tells Patsy that she wouldn’t ask her to do that, and just because she doesn’t have the money now, doesn’t mean she can’t get it on her own. And that just hangs there, over the three women. They are all thinking that Felicia is not talking about a bank loan. Patsy knows that the truth is, Felicia has been a cat burglar and a thief longer than she has been one of the good guys.
So, partly to cut the gloom-n-doom, and partly because she can’t shut her mouth about anything, Patsy knocks back some more drink and informs the others that she had a run-in with Daimon. ‘Diamon…’ Felicia begins. ‘Hellstrom…?’ Monica concludes. ‘All we did was talk’ Patsy assures them. ‘Girl, are you crazy?’ Monica asks. ‘Patsy, he’s the Son of Satan’ Felicia reminds her. ‘I know, but he’s so dreamy…’ Patsy utters. ‘I’ll give you that. The occult types are hot’ Monica smiles. ‘What exactly happened?’ Felicia enquires nervously.
Flashback:Patsy is in the Barnes and Noble at Licoln Center, checking out her book’s competition, when suddenly, she smells something very familiar - brimstone. She turns and sees Daimon Hellstrom leaning up against a book case. ‘Same old Patsy. Always with her nose in a book’ he remarks.
Present:Patsy tells her friends that she doesn’t know how he does it, ‘But I…’ she begins, when suddenly, she sees Angelica “Firestar” Jones approaching their table, so she can change the subject: ‘Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Angelica Jones where the hell have you -’ Patsy stops herself when she sees that Angelica has been crying. Angelica looks distraught, so Patsy, Monica and Felicia look concerned. ‘Are you okay?’ Patsy asks. ‘Sorry I missed your party, Patsy’ Angelica replies, wiping away her tears. ‘I… I was finishing up with my oncologist, and…’ her voice trails off. She turns away from the others, who get up from their booth and Monica pulls a chair over for her. ‘Here, girl, sit down - Monica begins, while Felicia waves the waiter over for some water. Angelica is Patsy’s friend, so she has to ask her: ‘Honey…what were you doing at an oncologist’s?’ she enquires. Angelica hesitates, while Patsy, Monica and Felicia look at her worried. Angelica then drops a bombshell, announcing that she has cancer….


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A Second Opinion
A hospital waiting room, where Patsy “Hellcat” Walker sits, tapping away at her laptop keyboard. Monica Rambeau returns, with two cans of soda and asks ‘Patsy, what in the hell are you doing, girl?’ Patsy puts the laptop down and explains that she is writing about this. ‘Umm. A little tacky, don’t you think? A little exploitative?’ Monica asks, handing one of the sodas to Felicia Hardy a.k.a. Black Cat who is sitting nearby. Felicia tells her friends that she dated a newspaper photographer once, who always said “Anything’s fair game, Leesh, everything’s a story”. ‘Yeah, but this is our friend’ Monica frowns.
Suddenly, Angelica “Firestar” Jones, sitting next to Felicia, looks up from her magazine and announces that it is okay, as she asked Patsy to do it. ‘Angelica, why?’ Monica asks, horrified. Angelica declares that she is not going to be a victim - she is going to beat this thing, and on the other side of this, she wants a record of how she beat it, to help other women. ‘Once a New Warrior, always a New Warrior’ Felicia smiles.
Patsy announces that she told her editor at Redbook that this is not going to be some puff piece. ‘Obviously not, it’s about cancer’ Felicia points out, to which Patsy adds that what she means is that this is going to be as honest as possible - as “in-the-moment” and real as she can make it. ‘You better. Or you’ll have every female super hero this side of the Initiative gunning for you’ Monica frowns. Suddenly a nurse wearing a black half-cape enters the waiting room, ‘Ms Jones… I’m the Night Nurse. Will you kindly follow me?’ she asks .
Angelica goes into the surgical room and changes into a gown, ‘It’s eleven in the morning’ Angelica suddenly points out. ‘Hmmm?’ the Night Nurse asks. ‘You’re seeing me at eleven in the morning but you call yourself the Night Nurse’ Angelica remarks. The Night Nurse flicks a switch which turns on some lights above them and tells Angelica that it helps not to be too literal-minded around here. Angelica raises one hand over her head as part of the gown is removed. ‘Do you have a real name? Like, on a your birth certificate?’ Angelica asks as Night Nurse begins her examination. She replies that she does, but that she is very particular about who she tells. ‘Ah, there it is. The size of a pea, it feels like’ she explains. Angelica pulls the gown back over her and replies that she is very particular about who touches her breasts. ‘But here I am, letting you, a total stranger, have her way with me’. The Night Nurse looks a little taken aback, before announcing that she thinks she hears the doctor approaching.
The doctor enters the room and introduces himself as Stephen Strange. He tells Angelica that it is a pleasure to meet her, despite the circumstances. ‘Or, if our paths have crossed before, it’s nice to see you again’ he adds. They shake hands and Angelica tells him that she thinks they have met once or twice. ‘Dr McDreamy, paging Dr McDreamy…’ Angelica thinks to herself. Examining the chart, Dr Strange tells Angelica that the Night Nurse informed him she has been diagnosed with breast cancer. ‘Stage two, Doctor. Her oncologist is Albert Hill at Mount Sinai’ Night Nurse announces. ‘A good man, Hill’ Strange remarks. ‘Yeah, he’s great, but my friends are insisting I get a second opinion from… well…’ her voice trails off. ‘Of course’ Strange remarks, explaining that he is not specifically an oncologist, and he is no longer Sorcerer Supreme, but he still has some tricks up his sleeve.
Strange helps Angelica to lie back on the bed, and assures her that this won’t hurt a bit. ‘Dr Hill scheduled me for some x-rays…’ Angelica begins, to which Strange tells her that this is essentially what he is doing, but he is using his magic to analyze her bio-energies for contaminants. ‘Let’s see if this nasty little tumor of yours has spread to any other part of your body’ Strange declares. Magical energies glow, and Strange tells Angelica that if it helps her relax, she should count backwards from one hundred.
‘Oh my Lord…’ Monica utters out in the waiting room shortly after. ‘What is it?’ Patsy asks. ‘Brother can’t take a hint. And by “brother” I mean Brother Voodoo. Sucker keeps texting me’ Monica reveals. Angelica sits beside her after the exam, while Felicia points out that at least he is not sending her voodoo dolls any more. ‘And isn’t it Doctor Voodoo now?’ she asks. ‘Brother, Doctor, he’s done a lot worse than dolls’ Monica remarks, recalling how she answered the door in a towel after being interrupted in the middle of a shower - and a zombie was at the door, extending a bouquet of flowers. Patsy smiles and asks Monica if she has seen him since he got to New York. Monica wonders whether she should lie or tell the truth, before she reveals that she has seen him - but only because she was sick of having zombies show up on her doorstep. ‘We met at - where else - the Voodoo Longue, in Harlem’ she announces.
Flashback:‘So… how have you been, Monica?’ Jericho Drumm a.k.a. Doctor Voodoo asks as they sit across from at each other at a table, listening to the band on stage. ‘Busy, Jericho. You owe me two hundred dollars’ Monica frowns. ‘How do you figure that?’ Jericho asks, smiling. ‘That’s how much it cost to steam-clean the dirt out of my building’s carpets after your zombie shuffled by’ Monica explains. Jericho leans forward and asks Monica what her problem is, pointing out that they had fun together in New Orleans. ‘A lot of fun if you want to get innuendo-y about it’ he adds. ‘That… was a one-time-only deal. And it was more than five hundred miles from New York, so it doesn’t even count!’ Monica snaps. Jericho glances sideways and tells Monica that he likes this song. ‘Me, too, actually’ Monica admits. They get up onto the dance floor and hold each other as they dance.
‘So what if we kept things professional?’ Jericho suggests, while adding that this is nice. ‘What are you talking about?’ Monica replies, while warning him to watch where he pouts his groin, as he gyrates against her. ‘I believe what I’m asking is…wanna have a team-up? I need some help on a case’ Jericho reveals. He informs Monica that he tracked an occult artifact from New Orleans to New York, which is why he is here, for the gentleman in possession of this artifact is looking to sell it, however, he won’t sell it to him. ‘How come?’ Monica asks, intrigued. ‘Long, boring story involving me and his father, whom I accidentally killed’ Jericho reveals. ‘Classy’ Monica tells him. Jericho explains that he needs a middle man, or more accurately, a middle lady - someone who is not magical, as he would smell that a mile away. ‘I need you, Monica’ Jericho smiles. Monica tells Jericho that he doesn’t know what he wants or needs, but admits that she is mildly intrigued. ‘What’s the object and who’s the seller?’ she asks him. Jericho reveals that the object occulte is the legendary Monkey’s Paw, and the seller is Baron Samedi - the new Baron Samedi.
Present:‘The Monkey’s Paw? What is this, sixth grade English class?’ Felicia asks. But Monica replies that it is apparently real, and powerful, so she told Jericho that she would help him to get it. ‘Talk about sending mixed messages’ Patsy remarks, before asking why Monica agreed to help him. ‘I have my reasons’ Monica replies, standing up, she starts to pace the room, while Felicia exclaims ‘Forget the paw. Did you sleep with him? After the Voodoo Lounge?’ Monica remembers another passionate encounter, and replies ‘We… ironed out some of the terms of our team-up. And that’s all you’re getting out of me’. B Angelica suddenly announces that it is official - she has breast cancer. The Night Nurse appears and reports that she will call Dr Pym, and see how soon he can fit her in. Angelica tells her friends thatr the good news is that the cancer has not spread yet, and the Night Nurse points out that the fact it is isolated in one tumor increases the treatment’s likelihood of success. ‘Swell, but any Tom, Dick or Harry could have told is that. Why doesn’t Strange cast some spell and just cure you?’ Patsy asks.
Dr Strange’s image appears before the women and explains that it does not work that way, as there are limits to what even a former Sorcerer Supreme can do. He tells the women that this is not the first time he has faced such a dilemma. ‘All due respect, Strange: is it that you can’t cure Angelica or that you won’t?’ Patsy snaps at her former Defenders teammate. ‘Patsy!’ Felicia exclaims, while Monica tells her to chill. Strange simply replies that this is beyond his purview as a mystic, but that as a physician he has made his recommendation: see Henry Pym and don’t despair. The Night Nurse opens the door and tells the ladies that there is nothing more Strange can do for them at this moment. ‘I’ll call Henry Pym and then call you, Ms Jones, as soon as I hear back - all right?’ she declares.
Walking down the sidewalk, Monica wonders whether she should have asked Strange about the Paw, but decides that it was probably not the time. Patsy tells her friends that she is sorry she freaked them out, and adds that obviously it is not Strange’s fault, but she is just looking for someone to blame. ‘It’s my fault. My body’s doing this to me’ Angelica calls out as she sits down on a park bench. Monica and Felicia stand behind her, while Patsy sits down next to her. Felicia tells Angelica that she can’t think that way, that this is stupid, awful, horrendous bad luck - that’s all. ‘And believe me, honey, I know from bad luck’ Felicia adds. But Angelica tells Felicia that it is more complicated than that. ‘You guys know my mutant powers are microwave-based, right? That that’s how I generate heat and fire?’ Angelica asks. ‘Yeah…’ Patsy replies, while thinking that she doesn’t like where this is going.
Angelica tells her friends that a few years back, when she was a member of the New Warriors and engaged to Vance, she discovered that her powers were slowly poisoning her, and that if she kept using them, they would make her infertile. She remembers sitting with Justice, who told her not to stress, and that they would get through it. Monica announces that she remembers hearing about this, and recalls that it made her freak about her own powers. Angelica tells her friends that she retired for a while, thinking that she may not want to be a mother right this second, but that she will eventually, and later, reluctantly, she joined the Avengers. ‘That’s when Henry Pym figured out what was wrong with my physiology’ Angelica tells her friends.
Flashback:Avengers Mansion, in one of the laboratories used by Dr Henry Pym a.k.a. Giant Man, where Firestar is being scanned in a large tank. Dr Pym stands before her and points out that most mutants are immune to their powers, but for whatever reason that part of her cellular makeup has not yet developed. Hank gives angelica a suit of bio-circuitry and tells her that if she wears it for the next six months, it should drain away the excess microwave energy that has been building up the toxicity n her cells, as well as, hopefully, kick-start her natural immunity. ‘Six months? Is that all? Oh, Doctor, thank you!’ Angelica replies, ecstatic.
Present:‘I knew… I knew in my heart of hearts, I never should’ve taken that damn suit off…’ Angelica laments, informing her friends that when the six months were up, she decided she was going to be fine - no ifs, ands or buts. ‘As stupid as it sounds, I needed to stop thinking of myself as being “sick” you know?’ Angelica explains. Patsy tells her that it is not stupid at all, that it makes perfect sense. Angelica tells the girls that when she retired again to go to grad school, she assumed it was over. ‘Oh, somewhere in the back of my head, a little voice would say, every so often: Call Henry Pym. Call Reed Richards. Call Stephen Strange. Have someone check you out to make sure you’re still in the clear…” but I ignored it’. Angelica begins to cry, while Monica tells her that they all do, it is human nature. ‘Nobody takes care of themselves the way they should. I know I don’t’ Patsy remarks. ‘I haven’t had a physical in…’ Felicia’s voice trails off, as she thinks to herself ‘Months? Years? Memo to self…’.
Patsy tells Angelica that it doesn’t matter what caused this - what matters is now that she knows she has it, she has to take steps to protect herself. She reminds Angelica that Hank Pym helped her once, so maybe he can help again. ‘That’s what Linda said, too’ Angelica remarks. ‘Linda?’ Monica asks. ‘Oh, that’s…the Night Nurse. Her real name’s Linda. She told me’ Angelica reveals. Patsy gets up off the park bench and declares that the next step is to wait for Linda to call, confirming the appointment with Pym. ‘In the meantime, you know what I recommend?’ Patsy asks. ‘Knowing you, Patsy, something wildly inappropriate’ Monica replies. ‘Something fun to keep the positivity flowing! After all, you’re only as sick as you feel. Lunch? A Movie?’ she smiles. ‘Well, I do need a new dress…for my “project” with Jericho’ Monica points out. ‘Great, you’re in. Felicia?’ Patsy asks. Felicia replies that she wishes she could ,but she is broke and window shopping doesn’t really do it for her - plus, she has an appointment she can’t miss.
Soon, at the United Mutual Bank, ‘This is difficult, Ms Hardy…but I’ve been reviewing your loan application, and you don’t have much in terms of collateral, do you?’ the banker sitting at his desk across from Felicia, points out. Felicia tells Mr Jenkins that her apartment is bought and paid for, and asks about refinancing it, or borrowing against it. ‘In this fiscal climate? Too much of a gamble, I’m afraid’ Mr Jenkins replies, adding that there are other matters to consider - ethical ones. ‘My past as the Black Cat is… my past. But I’m reformed now. I’m registered, I was a member of Heroes for Hire for God’s sake!’ Felicia exclaims, adding that this is the fifth bank she has been to. ‘Please, Mr Jenkins’ she calls out. ‘You obviously don’t remember it, but the Black Cat once robbed this bank, Ms Hardy… this very branch… while I was on duty. You stole other people’s money… out from under my nose on my watch’ Mr Jenkins reveals. He tells her that he is sorry, but they are not the right fit. ‘Your application for a loan is officially…’
‘Denied! Five times!’ Felicia, dressed as the Black Cat, exclaims as she leaps into an alleyway. ‘Well, what did you expect?’ a voice asks via communicator, ‘I expected a fighting chance! I expected to be treated like a human being!’ Black Cat declares as her foot strikes a thug in the alleyway who was attempting to rob a woman. The woman starts to run away, but calls 911 on her mobile phone: ‘Some $%#& just tried to mug me but the Black Cat kicked his @$$!’ she exclaims. ‘Ow’ the thug mutters, clutching his head while rolling on the alley ground. ‘What was that? It sounded like… a head of lettuce getting crushed’ the voice over the communicator asks. ‘I’m so angry right now, Thomas!’ Black Cat tells the man she is speaking with, her boyfriend, Thomas Fireheart, who sits at his desk, signing some documents. ‘I know bay-’ Thomas begins to say, while thinking to himself ‘Don’t call her “baby”’ ‘- I know, Felicia’ he remarks.
The Black Cat puts her shades on and asks ‘What’s the point of reforming if you’re only going to have doors slammed in your face, again and again?’ Thomas reminds Felicia that he has told her a million times - she doesn’t need to go to bans, as he can give her the money to reopen Cat’s Eye Investigations. ‘And I’ve told you a millions times, Thomas. En. Oh. No. I’m doing this for myself, by myself. I don’t want you bailing me out every -’ her voice trails off, and she asks Thomas if she can call him back. ‘Why, is something happening?’ Thomas asks, turning to his phone from here he is standing in his office, putting some golf balls into a hole. Felicia pulls her trench coat on over her Black Cat costume and replies ‘Not at all. I just had a stroke of inspiration…and I’m going to follow it up with a little research and recon’. She tells Thomas that she will call him, and makes her way to a museum with a sign out the front advertising an exhibit: “Immortal Wealth - the Golden Treasures of Ancient Egypt”.
Saks on Fifth Avenue, Patsy is tapping away at her laptop while sitting near some dressing rooms. She is updating the work she is compiling on Angelica’s illness as she and Felicia have taken Angelica out for lunch and some retail therapy. ‘Once a model, always a model I guess’ Patsy decides, when suddenly, a voice calls out ‘It still gives me such a thrill to see you do that’, and Patsy looks over to some racks of dresses, where Daimon Hellstrom is standing. ‘Daimon!’ she gasps. Daimon smiles wickedly and tells Patsy that she gets into such a zone when writing - that her fingers fly across the keyboard and everything else falls way. ‘I’m telling you, Pats, it’s hot as hell’. Patsy puts the laptop down as Daimon approaches her and sits down next to her. ‘Twice in one week, Daimon? That’s no coincidence’ Patsy remarks, while recalling what Daimon always used to say - that he is always there for her when he needs something. ‘Ouch, Patsy. You wound me. I’m here for you. I’m here to help’ Daimon claims.
‘You really are the little devil on my shoulder, aren’t you? Help me how?’ Patsy replies. Daimon grins and Patsy and reveals that he has been keeping an eye on her and her friends from afar. ‘I’m here to tell you… those rules that apply to Strange and his ilk? Don’t apply to me’. Daimon tells Patsy that he can cure her friend’s cancer with a twitch of his nose - and Patsy goes wide-eyed. ‘And let me guess: all it’ll cost her is her soul, right?’ Patsy replies. ‘No, Patsy, just yours’ Daimon announces. ‘My-? God, it’s always some angle with you, isn’t it? Well, forget it, Hellstrom, no deal’ Patsy exclaims. Daimon gets to his feet, ‘No? Well, we’ll see. It’s early yet. Your gal-pal’s barely started to waste away’.. Daimon tells Patsy to consider this a standing offer, and adds that he would say more, but he knows she is about to be summoned into t
he dressing room by that intriguing Rambeau person. ‘What -?’ Patsy replies. ‘Patsy - can you come in here for a minute?’ Monica calls out, opening the door to her dressing room. ‘I…sure. Since apparently I’m talking to no one’ Patsy mutters when she turns to see that Daimon has vanished. Monica ushers Patsy into the dressing room and tells her ‘We were laughing, joking, having a grand time, and then - I don’t know. She just stopped talking all of a sudden’. Behind a curtain in the large dressing room, Angelica stares at the mirror. She looks glamorous wearing a green dress - but she starts to cry, and her mascara runs - for what she sees staring back at her is a withered version of herself, sullen and suffering hair loss. ‘Angie? You all right?’ Patsy calls out. Angelica looks at Patsy and Monica and announces that she doesn’t want to have a mastectomy, that she doesn’t care if she loses her hair, but she doesn’t want to put her body through the rest of it.
Patsy tells Angelica that no one is talking about that yet, and that it is a last resort. Monica agrees and points out that they don’t come much smarter than Hank Pym - if anyone can help, he can. ‘But what if he can’t? What if he can’t help? What then?’ Angelica asks. ‘We…’ Patsy’s voice trails off as she remembers what Daimon said to her - that he can cure her friend with a twitch of his noise - and all it will cost is Patsy’s soul. Patsy glances away, and swears to Angelica that they will think of something….


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A Night to Remember
New York City, where Angelica “Firestar” Jones sits in a church, a scarf wrapped around her head. She muses ‘They say when you’re close to death, your life flashes before your eyes’. She always assumed that is when you’re in immediate danger - but this is a slow burn. A fight to the death that is waged over weeks - and it’s less a flash and more her remembering snippets from her life, good and bad, at weird times. She remembers being a student at the Massachusetts Academy under the tutelage of Emma Frost the White Queen, and fighting Wolverine of the X-Men. She recalls battling the Juggernaut alongside the newly formed New Warriors and Thor, and her relationship with Justice. ‘I understand…’ the priest sitting with Angelica tells her, before asking her what it is he can do for her. ‘Would you like me to hear your confession?’ he enquires. Angelica reveals that this is the first time she has been inside a church in years, and that her Mom and Dad were Catholic, and she was raised Catholic, but now - she is not sure what she believes.
The priest smile and tells Angelica that they all have moments of doubt. ‘Let me ask you another way: why did you come here today?’ he enquires. Angelica lowers her eyes and replies that she wanted comfort - that she wanted to know that if the worst happens, she will be okay.
Outside the church, sitting on the steps, is Patsy “Hellcat” Walker. Tapping away on her laptop computer, she thinks that she is not really an “are you there, God? It’s me, Patsy” kind of girl, but that if is what Angelica needs, she is going to make sure she gets it - which is pretty much how it has been since she went with her to see Hank Pym.
Earlier:
Angelica sits on a bed in Hank’s lab, as he tells her that he thinks they’ll treat this the old-fashioned way - aggressive chemotherapy to shrink the tumor, then a lumpectomy to get it out of her, followed by more chemo if needed.
Patsy likes that Pym is no-nonsense, but wonders if any of these super hero doctors have a good bedside manner. She stands near Angelica for support as Angelica asks Hank if he is sure chemo is her best option. ‘Yeah, what about… radiation?’ Patsy enquires. Hank turns to leave and replies that with all the microwaves already coursing through Angelica’s body it is not a good idea. He adds that eventually, they will get her back into a suit that will drain the excess radiation from her on a regular basis, but that right now, they need to flush it out as fast as possible. ‘Hence your little trip’ he remarks.
Patsy realizes that once someone is committed to chemo, there is lots of steps to prepare, and in Angelica’s case, she has to purge her body of as much of her microwave radiation as possible. So Firestar and Hellcat journeyed to the Savage Land where she could release all of her microwave power. Patsy accompanied her so that Firestar could do that in peace, and Hellcat kept the dinosaurs at bay. ‘Back off, buster! We’re not the Runaways!’ Hellcat jokes, hitting the dinosaur with a spear.
Afterwards, they returned to Pym’s lab so that he could run some more tests. ‘Better. We can manage these levels of radiation now’ Pym reports while Firestar is scanned inside a cylinder and Hellcat watched from nearby. When Firestar steps out of the tube, Hank informs her that he talked to her oncologist and that they identified the drugs they want her to start on as soon as possible - four cycles, with infusion treatment on the first and eighth days, and rest on days two to seven and nine to twenty-one. ‘Should we be writing this down?’ Patsy asks, pen and pad ready, but Hank smiles and tells Angelica not to worry, as they will be with her every step of the way.
A week or so later, at a clinic, the Night Nurse stands before Hellcat and Firestar, revealing that she contacted Dr Pym and asked if she could administer the treatment herself. ‘I thought you might be more comfortable’ she explains. Angelica addresses the Night Nurse as Linda and tells her that she definitely is. The Night Nurse takes Angelica’s coat, and as Angelica sits in a chair and the Night Nurse hooks her up to a drip, Patsy averts her eyes, always having a thing about needles and blood. ‘Can I look now?’ Patsy asks, hand over her eyes. ‘Yes, Patsy - and guess what? Linda found my vein on the first try!’ Angelic exclaims. The Night Nurse boasts that she never misses, and that it is practically her mutant ability. ‘Great… awesome…’ Patsy mutters, covering her eyes again, before sitting down in a chair next to Angelica.
‘Here’s the deal’ the Night Nurse begins, explaining that the drugs mostly attack cells that are dividing, and the majority of the cells in her body are in a natural state of rest - but cancer cells divide like crazy, so they get the worst of it, while the other cells, the healthy ones, will weaken - but they will bounce back between treatments. ‘The thing is…’ her voice trails off as Angelica remarks that certain cells in her body are always dividing, like her hair cells. ‘And the ones in your blood, your mouth, your intestinal tract, your nails… there are going to be side effects, Angelica. That’s just the reality’ the Night Nurse announces.
And there were - they started like clockwork after the first treatment. ‘Angie? Honey? You okay in there?’ Monica Rambeau calls out to Angelica who is locked in her bathroom. ‘Yeah, Monica, just - I need a minute’ Angelica replies. Some, like this, were expected. Others, less so, like when Angelica and Felicia Hardy the Black Cat were out to lunch: ‘Okay, this is bizarre, Felicia’ Angelica remarks. ‘What is it?’ Felicia asks. Angelica tells her that her salad doesn’t taste like salad. ‘It tastes like… I don’t know, I can’t place it’. Felicia reminds Angelica that the Night Nurse mentioned this - chemo can affect your sense of smell, your sense of taste.
Individually and together, Patsy, Monica and Felicia did their best to help Angelica through the cycle. ‘Sorry I’m so lame, you guys…’ Angelica tells her friends as she sits snuggled up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. ‘Girl, please. This is why they invented Netflix’ Monica replies, opening a package from Netflix. ‘And rom-coms!’ Felica exclaims, walking into the living room with a bottle of wine. ‘And Gerard Butler!’ Patsy grins. Patsy thinks that all of them were secretly hoping that the worst wouldn’t happen - that somehow Angelica would be an exception.
But no such luck. It started in the shower, when Angelica noticed some hair falling out. And it gets worse as the days progress - more hair coming out, this time when she brushes it. Pretty soon, Angelica is waking up in the morning and her pillow is covered in red strands. Patsy thinks that Angelica is a brave girl - she fought the Juggernaut once. Walking down a busy street, Angelica is on her mobile phone to Patsy, ‘Denial’s a mighty river, but I’m done putting this off. You used to be a model; you must know all the best hair and wig people, right?’ Angelica asks her friend. So, Patsy calls in a favor, and later that day, Patsy takes Angelica to a trendy salon. ‘Patsy, you big tramp, where in the H have you been?’ a stylist asks, extending his arms to welcome her. ‘The Upper East Side, like always’ Patsy replies, before remarking ‘This is my friend I called you about -’.
Before Patsy can introduce Angelica properly, Dusty grins and exclaims ‘Firestar! Oh, my God! Best. Costume. Ever. Except for Dazzler’. ‘Oh - well - thanks’ Angelica replies, before Dusty takes her over to a chair where some mannequin heads have been set up with wigs. Dusty tells Angelica not to worry about a thing, as he is going to kiss it and make it all better. ‘Patsy? Help?’ Angelica calls back. Patsy just smiles and thinks ‘Thank God for gay men. They just make things better, don’t they?’ Dusty shows Angelica the wigs, explaining that he took the liberty of preparing a few options for her, and thought “of course, we could go traditional, sure, that’s the safe choice, but why not an update?” ‘Something fun, something sassy, something a little less 1985 - no offense, hon, but we’ve come a long way since bobs’ Dusty remarks, referring to Angelica’s current hairstyle.
‘Allow me to introduce you to - the Carrie - the Miranda - the Charlotte - and the Samantha. What do you think, hon? Any of them? All of them? Talk to me’ Dusty exclaims, showing Angelica the wigs. ‘I think, maybe - maybe I want to try something else’ Angelica replies. Patsy is sceptical at her idea, but in the end, she agrees with Dusty: ‘Very Sinead. Very Sigourney. Very Demi’ Dusty exclaims, clippers in hand, as he spins the chair around, revealing Angelica’s new style - a short, shaved look. ‘Patsy?’ Angelica asks. ‘You look beautiful, Angelica’ Patsy smiles. Dusty pulls away the towel covering Angelica’s body and exclaims ‘Beautiful? Understatement! She puts the star in Firestar!’ Angelica runs her hand across her short hair and asks Patsy if she thinks Felicia and Monica will like it.
‘EEEEEEEEEEE!’ Monica and Felicia exclaim later that day when they meet up with Patsy and Angelica and see their friend’s new short hairstyle.

Today:
Tapping away into her laptop, Patsy recalls that that is how the coaster rolled, up and down, bad days and good, while Angelica’s treatment continued, until Dr Pym and Angelica’s oncologist, Dr Hill, decided the tumor had shrunk enough for the surgery. ‘Sister, can you spare a dime?’ a voice from behind Patsy calls out. Patsy turns and sees Angelica walking out of the church. ‘Hey! How did it go?’ she asks. Wearing large sunglasses, Angelica replies that she doesn’t know. ‘I talked to a nice man, I lit a candle, said a prayer… I’m still scared, Patsy. Patsy gets up and puts an arm around her friend as they walk on, ‘Stay strong, Angie’ Patsy remarks. ‘I am. I’m trying’ Angelica replies, while Patsy assures her she is doing great, and suggests they get her to the hospital.
A few hours later, post-surgery at Metro-General Hospital. Patsy and Felicia sit next to each other, when Felicia calls out ‘I’ve been wanting to tell you all night, Monica. You look incredible in that dress…’. Monica strides forward wearing a purple evening gown, ‘What, this old thing? I’ve got that thingie with Brother Voodoo tonight, remember?’ she reminds her friends. ‘Doctor Voodoo. I keep forgetting that’ Monica thinks to herself, before telling Felicia and Patsy that as a mater of fact, she should probably get going. ‘Me too’ Felicia announces, offering to walk out with Monica. ‘Hot date with Thomas?’ Patsy asks. ‘He wishes - but not, I’m working’ Felicia replies as she gets up. Monica looks back at Patsy and asks her if she wants a ride. ‘And by that, I mean cab ride. I’m not flying in these heels’.
Patsy picks up a magazine and tells her friends to go ahead, as she is gonna stay. Monica and Felicia look at Patsy silently for a moment, before Monica reminds her that Angelica is not supposed to wake for hours, the doctor said. Felicia tells Patsy to go home and get some rest, that they will all reconvene in the morning, and she will bring bagels. Patsy tells the others that if Angelica does wake up, she doesn’t want her to be alone. ‘Patsy -’ Felicia begins, but Patsy assures them that she will only stay a little bit longer. ‘You two go ahead, I’ll take the subway home’ she adds. ‘All right…’ Felicia replies, and Monica announces that she will call Patsy later - and she better be home in bed, watching Conan.
Later, Patsy knows she isn’t going anywhere until Angelica is up and asking her if Vance has sent flowers. She walks into the darkened room, where Angelica lies in the hospital bed.
At the North American Occult and Paranormal Society’s Annual Benefit Auction, a red carpet is laid out the front of the New York Public Library, and inside an auditorium, Monica holds her mobile phone up to her air, slumped over in her seat, surrounded by old men, while her lover, Doctor Voodoo asks over the phone ‘How you holding up?’ ‘Fine, Jericho, except that these weirdos keep hitting on me’ Monica replies, unimpressed. Doctor Voodoo is at his apartment, doing some abdominal exercises, he speaks into his ear-piece phone and tells Monica that they are all chumps, but powerful, especially in numbers, and that they have something he wants. ‘Speaking of which…’ Monica replies, as the auctioneer on the stage stands next to an item covered by a cloth. ‘Lot 404, ladies and gentlemen, originally catalogued in Bombay, India, by Sergeant Major WW Jacobs, circa 1902 - the legendary Monkey’s Paw’.
The auctioneer pulls back the cloth, revealing a glass canister holding the infamous object. ‘Shall I start the bidding at fifteen thousand? Fifteen thousand for the legendary Monkey’s Paw?’ he remarks. Monica quietly tells Doctor Voodoo that she can’t believe she is bidding on this piece of crap. ‘I’m debasing the Captain Marvel name and legacy…’ she mutters, while Doctor Voodoo tells her to get that paw. ‘Fifteen thousand!’ Monica exclaims, holding her betting stick up. ‘Fifteen thousand, do I hear twenty thousand?’ A spindly old man raises his betting stick and calls out ‘Twenty-five’. Monica is annoyed by this, so she raises hers high over head: ‘Fifty thousand!’ she declares. ‘Good girl’ Doctor Voodoo says. ‘Quiet, I’m concentrating’ Monica tells him. The old man places a bet of seventy-give thousand, to which the auctioneer leans over the podium and asks if they have a hundred thousand for the legendary - he doesn’t finish his sentence as Brother Voodoo can be heard saying ‘Monica -’ to which Monica stands up and shouts ‘Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!’
Monica turns to the old man, ‘And just you try to outbid me, Merlin!’ she snaps. The auctioneer asks if he hears three hundred thousand, but the old man just sits in his seat, scowling. ‘Going once…going twice…sold to the stunning woman in the stunning dress!’ the auctioneer announces. Monica immediately gets up and starts to make her way through the crowd of auction attendees. She tells Doctor Voodoo that she is on her way - and that she wants a check for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars and the best Bordeaux in Manhattan waiting for her.
Meanwhile, at the Museum of Natural History - a convenient skylight and a reluctant thief are about to meet. In her Black Cat costume, Felicia climbs onto the rooftop, armed with a device to slice open the glass, when suddenly, her boyfriend, Thomas Fireheart, in his Puma guise, appears behind her. ‘Don’t do this, Leesh. I told you I’ll lend you the money you need to start your business’ he reminds her. ‘You’re following me now? Oh, Thomas, Thomas, Thomas…you could’ve been a contender, stud’ the Black Cat declares as she leaps up and kicks back, smacking her foot into the Puma’s face. Puma wipes his bleeding lip, ‘For God’s sake, Felicia. Could you take it down a notch?’ he asks. ‘That’s what I’ve been doing, for - too long, Puma!’ Black Cat replies as she leaps into the air, her claws extended, she lands on Puma and announces that she is not a hero, but a thief - a born thief, raised a thief and will die a thief.
‘Is that you - or your daddy talking?’ Puma replies as he grabs her by the wrists, holding her hands at bay so her claws don’t strike him, before he throws her off of him. ‘How dare you?’ Felicia shouts. ‘Damn it, Cat, get this though your thick head - as long as I’m in your life, I’m not going to let you backslide!’ Puma exclaims. ‘I mean it. You’ll have to kill me’ he adds, staring at her. The Black Cat stares back in silence, before replying ‘So be it’. Puma looks surprised, and they turn their backs to each other. ‘You don’t care about me. Okay, I can deal with that - but consider this: you break into a museum, steal some jewels… and what will the Spider think?’ Puma asks, referring of course to Spider-Man. Black Cat slowly turns her head, ‘You - you - you’re fired, Thomas… as my business manager and my lover!’ she replies coldly.

Midnight - the Witching Hour. Patsy still sits beside Angelica who has not woken. She taps away at her laptop, when she suddenly smells brimstone. ‘That means -’ Patsy begins, before looking across the room, she sees Daimon Hellstrom sitting opposite her. ‘I could set my watch by you, Daimon. Your sudden eleventh-hour appearances are starting to get very, very predictable’ Patsy tells her ex-husband. ‘Last one, I promise’ Daimon smiles, before pointing out that it is do-or-die time - fork-in-the-road time. ‘Tonight’s the night it could go either way for your little friend there’ Daimon tells Patsy, looking over at Angelica. ‘Meaning?’ Patsy asks, putting her laptop down. ‘She could wake up tomorrow, the surgery a complete success. Her body clear of any and all malignancy - or she could wake up and be told by her doctors that the cancer has spread to her brain… to her stomach… to her pelvis’.

‘Enough! I get it, Daimon, and no one’s giving up their soul to you’ Patsy shouts, getting to her feet. ‘Understood. But I’ve for another offer, too good to pass up’ Daimon smiles, inviting Patsy to join him in his realm for one night, and he promises that Angelica will wake up one hundred percent cured. ‘One night in Hell…against my friend’s life. No choice at all, really’ Patsy thinks to herself, before telling Daimon ‘All right, Daimon. But only one -’ she begins, as Daimon declares ‘Done. Welcome back to Hell - where one night lasts forever’. There is a crackle of energy, and then Patsy and Hellstrom vanish.
Angelica suddenly gasps and sits up in her bed. She looks over and sees smoke rising from the chair where Patsy was sitting, and only her handbag and laptop remain. ‘Wha…? Patsy?’ Angelica utters, confused.


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Saturday morning, 5:45 AM. If you are a super heroine living in New York City, where are you? If you’re in the know - you are at Danny Rand’s zen yoga class. ‘That’s right, ladies. Streeetch…’ Danny “Iron Fist” Rand calls out as he raises his arms above his shirtless body. ‘…and release. Streeeetch…’ he repeats. Among the women are She-Hulk, Crystal, the Invisible Woman, Storm and two close friends - Monica Rambeau and Felicia Hardy the Black Cat.
Felicia had a rough night with the Puma and is trying to work out the kinks, while Monica didn’t have a rought night with Doctor Voodoo, so she is trying to work out the kinks, and then it is off to the hospital to check in with Patsy and Angelica.
‘Psst. Hey, Monica?’ Felicia whispers, motioning to the window, where they see Angelica “Firestar” Jones hovering. She knocks on the window, and tells Iron Fist that she is sorry to interrupt. ‘But Felicia, Monica - can I have a word?’ Danny narrows his eyes and tells the women to take it outside, to the Garden of Serenity.
Up on the rooftop Angelica explains that she woke up, feeling fine, and Patsy was gone and there was a weird smell in the hospital room. ‘I think maybe Daimon took her to Hell. Or something’ Angelica declares. ‘Whoa, whoa, whoa -’ Monica exclaims. ‘Jump to conclusions much?’ Felicia asks. ‘Occasionally, especially with boyfriends, yes. But check it out - her laptop was just sitting there, in a chair’ Angelica replies, pulling Patsy’s laptop out of her handbag she opens it up, and the word processing document has in large capital letters scrawled across it: ‘HELP! DAIMON TAKING ME TO HELL! AGAIN!’ ‘Okay, that does seem to support your theory’ Felicia concedes, while Monica goes wide-eyed and asks if Patsy is crazy, ‘Why was she even talking to that freak?’ Monica declares.
Angelica looks away and reveals that she thinks Patsy made some kind of deal with Daimon, which is why she feels better. ‘Because - uhm - when I say “better”, I don’t mean “well-rested” better, I mean “cancer-free” better. I think I’m cured, guys’ Angelica announces. ‘I hate men. Why do men suck?’ Felicia thinks to herself, while Monica declares that deal or no deal, they are not going to take a powder while Patsy rots in some disco inferno. ‘Am I right, ladies?’ she asks her friends.
And, in Hell, demons have gathered around a cage-ring, where Patsy “Hellcat” Walker in her costume goes up against her ex-husband, Daimon Hellstrom. ‘You think you’re so smart? You think you’re oh-so-clever? Think again, hellspawn!’ Patsy exclaims as she leaps towards Daimon, punching him and then kicking him. But the shirtless Daimon just tells Patsy that he can keep this up forever. ‘And I mean that literally, now that we’re in my domain’ he points out. Grabbing Patsy by her ankle, he casually throws her against a beam holding the cage up, and Patsy hits the beam with a thud, while thinking that this is her personal hell - extreme cage-fighting with her ex-husband for all eternity. For a very captive audience of demons who look on with delight. ‘Woo-hoo!’ one of them calls out. ‘You may have tricked me, Daimon, but you haven’t broken me’ Patsy exclaims, leaping towards Daimon once more, and suggesting that if he thinks this is bad, he should try being single in Alaska. ‘That’s hell!’ Patsy declares as she wraps her legs around his head and pulls back, sending a loud cracking sound down Daimon’s body. ‘Ouch’ one of the demons utters.
Daimon is on his hands and knees and rubs his lower back, ‘You’re really rather funny, you know. But I want to be clear: I want my conjugal privileges reinstated. For one glorious sublime night, at least’ he tells Patsy. ‘Ugh. You’re a pig -’ Patsy starts to reply. ‘Maybe. But you’re not going anywhere until I have my night’ Daimon tells her. ‘Not. Gonna. Happen’ Patsy shouts. Daimon grins and suggests to Patsy that they see where her defiant spirit is in a year or two - or ten. The crowd roars at the thought of a never-ending battle of the sexes. ‘Come on, girls. Where’s my cavalry when I need it?’ Patsy thinks to herself, readying her fists for another attack.
They are at the apartment of Doctor Voodoo a.k.a. Jericho Drumm. ‘You ladies know what time it is?’ Jericho asks, rubbing the back of his neck. He adds that he isn’t complaining, as he has had worse wake-up calls. He then asks them if they want coffee. Monica and Felicia are now wearing their costumes, and Monica tells her sort-of-boyfriend that it is early, and now that he is Sorcerer Supreme, he needs his beauty rest, but that this is an emergency. ‘Hot. Reminds me, in a way, of… Thomas’ Felicia realizes as she looks at Jericho. Angelica informs Jericho that they have reason to believe their friend Patsy has been trapped in Hell by her ex-husband, Daimon. ‘Can you get here out? Cast a spell or something?’ Monica enquires. ;Wait a minute. Daimon as in… Hellstrom?’ Jericho asks, concerned. ‘Ye-’ Angelica starts to reply, but Monica interrupts her: ‘Maybe. What difference would it make?’ she enquires.
As he starts to make some coffee, Jericho replies that the difference is Hellstrom is a bad-#$&. If I can avoid messing with that juju, I do’ he declares. Monica starts walking past Jericho’s library of the occult and on a shelf she sees the Monkey’s Paw that she snagged for him, and asks Jericho if it grants wishes. ‘Yes. But it doesn’t work trans-dimensionally’ Jericho replies. He tells Felicia that he assumes she takes her coffee with cream, and turns to Angelica, who tells him ‘Sugar, no cream’, before asking what “not trans-dimensionally” means. Jericho hands Angelica and Felicia their coffees and explains that it means they can’t wish their friend out of Hell because Hell is in another dimension. ‘And anyway -’ he starts to say, while Felicia enquires as to whether, hypothetically, they could wish <i>themselves</i> into Hell. ‘Yes, but -’ Jericho begins, as a strange glow fills his apartment. Monica holds the Monkey’s Paw overhead, ‘I wish us into Hell. Me, Angie, and Felicia -’ she calls out. ‘Monica, no -’ Jericho exclaims, but too late, the three girls vanish and the Monkey’s Paw drops to the floor. ‘Damn it, girl… the Monkey’s Paw never works the way you want it to’ Jericho mutters as he goes over to the object.
Black Cat, Monica and Firestar find themselves in a barren landscape. ‘That’s just great, Monica, but how do we get back? And how do we find Patsy? Never been here before, but I’m assuming Hell’s big’ Black Cat remarks, hands on hips. ‘I figured if I was holding the paw, it would, you know, come with us’ Monica explains. Angelica looks out into the distance and tells her friends that she doesn’t know about getting home, but in terms of finding Patsy suggests that they should start at the garish castle spewing lava out of it up ahead. ‘Times like this… one wishes we had a battle cry’ the Black Cat exclaims as he Monica lifts her up and flies the two of them towards the castle, while Angelica flies nearby. ‘Times like this one wishes you could fly’ Monica mutters.
Inside the castle, Daimon is seated across from Patsy who is now wearing a red dress, and tied to her chair. A bottle of win is on the table between them. ‘This is nice, don’t you think?’ Daimon smiles. ‘Delightful. Why did we wait so long?’ Patsy replies. ‘More wine? For me, I mean’ Daimon remarks, to which Patsy asks Daimon why he is coming after her now, after all these years? ‘You really have no idea?’ Daimon asks, sipping his wine. ‘Not a clue’ Patsy assures him. Daimon pauses, before telling her ‘Your damn book, Patsy’. ‘You’re barely mentioned in my book’ Patsy exclaims. ‘I know’ Daimon tells her. ‘Oh, my God… and you feel slighted? What kind of egomaniac are you?’ Patsy asks. Daimon turns away and frowns. ‘Right. Forget I asked’ Patsy mutters, when suddenly, one of the castle walls suddenly bursts open. ‘Felicia, get Patsy - Angelica, help me with Hellstrom - pour it on, girl!’ Monica instructs her friends.
Felicia leaps onto the table and starts to untie Patsy, ‘Who died and made her leader?’ she thinks to herself, before asking Patsy if she is okay. ‘Annoyed I’m still dealing with this chapter of my life’ Patsy replies, while Angelica and Monica fire their respective energies at Hellstrom. ‘Take it back, Hellstrom - take your deal - with Patsy - back!’ Monica quietly reminds Angelica that that was not the plan. ‘Don’t you dare, Daimon! This is between you and me - you cured Angie? She stays cured -’ Patsy exclaims, shaking her finger at Daimon. ‘Uh, Pats? I don’t think he’s suggesting otherwise’ Black Cat points out, while Daimon looks less than impressed, and fire starts to grow around him, ‘Enough!’ he shouts, before bursting into the air, ‘Your buxom friend’s right, Patsy. These theatrics are enjoyable, but pointless. I am on the Son of Satan! Our bargain stands!’ he declares.
‘Fine. Or - you know - we could make another deal. A better deal’ Patsy suggests as she stands with her friends. Patsy knows that like his father, Daimon has a serious Achilles Heel. ‘I hurt your pride, Daimon, I get that. And I can fix it’ Patsy announces. Daimon pauses, before asking Patsy what she is proposing. ‘Revisions when “Cat Outta Hell” is released in paperback. One chapter admitting that I’m still not over you’ Patsy offers. Daimon pauses once again, before replying ‘Two chapters’. Patsy thinks that Daimon is unbelievable, before telling him ‘Fine. Done’. But Daimon tells her ‘Not quite’ and declares that if he sends Patsy and her friends home, Little Miss Starshine goes back to playing the odds - the little boost he gave her physiology goes away and the chips fall where they may. ‘Oh, come on, Dai-’ Patsy begins, unimpressed, but Angelica exclaims ‘Deal’.
And, faster than you can say Daniel Webster, the four friends find themselves transported to a rooftop over a darkened city. ‘We’re back. I think we’re back. I think this is New York’ Monica tells her friends, while Black Cat reports that it is New York, as she can smell the East River. Patsy asks Angelica if she is crazt, and who she feels. ‘I… I’m not sure’ Angelica replies, kneeling over on the rooftop.
The next day, Patsy is in the waiting room, tapping away at her keyboard. ‘…we’ve been to Hell and back. We’ve sought out super hero scientists and witch doctors, but it all comes right back to where we started. A woman in a waiting room. Waiting to hear news’. The door opens and Angelica and the Night Nurse step into the waiting room. The Night Nurse tells Angelica that they will see her in three weeks, and that she has her number so she can call her in just in case of anything. ‘Thanks, Linda, for everything’ Angelica replies. Patsy decides that the Night Nurse might be her favorite heroine, before standing up and asking Angelica ‘Well?’ Angelica announces that her lymph nodes are clear and that she has a negative margin. ‘Oh no. I’ll kill Daimon if he screwed this up…’ Patsy thinks to herself. ‘Is negative…bad?’ Patsy asks. Angelica explains that she had to ask the same thing, but tells Patsy that negative margin means the cancer didn’t spread beyond the tumor, that negative means no more surgery.
Patsy’s heart leaps a bit, she is too scared to ask the question - but goes ahead anyway: ‘So - you’re okay? You’re cured?’ she enquires, biting her lip. Angelica announces that the left side of her body is going to hurt like hell from the surgery in a week or two, and she is going to be tired from the chemo for, like, months, and for the next five years she will be holding her breath, praying she doesn’t have a recurrence. The friends look at each other in silence, before Angelica tells Patsy ‘Apart from all that… as of today… yes, I’m cured’. Patsy and Angelica embrace, ‘I’ll take that’ Patsy tells her friend.
Several weeks later in Hell’s Kitchen, ‘A little to the left, Monica. A little more, a little more…’ Felicia calls out as she instructs Monica who is hovering in the air next to the building that Felicia will be opening Cat’s Eye Investigations out of, with the large sign. ‘I’m about three seconds from dropping this, so -’ Monica begins. ‘Perfect. Nail that sucker in’ Felicia calls out. Two awkward men suddenly approach Felicia. ‘Uh - uh - uh - excuse us? I’m Dexter’ one of them begins. ‘I’m Eugene -’ the other calls out. ‘And we own the comic shop next door., Die Puny Humans, and we were just wondering -’ Dexter begins, ‘Are you seriously the Black Cat and are we seriously gonna be neighbors?’ Eugene asks. Thomas Fireheart approaches Felicia and tells the men that she is, and yes they are. ‘Hey, Leesh. You got a minute?’ he asks Felicia. ‘… sure, Thomas’ Felicia replies, while Monica approaches Dexter and Eugene and offers to give them the grand tour inside. ‘Omigod, she’s talking to us. Captain Marvel is actually speaking to us’ Eugene exclaims. ‘Photon. Dude, it’s Photon’ Dexter points out.
Thomas tells Felicia that she might have found her very first customers: “Ms Hardy, Ms Hardy, someone stole my copy of Fantastic Four number one., can you help me track it down?” he mocks. Felicia tells Thomas that she is sorry she hasn’t called him back, but that she has been busy. Looking at the large sign, Thomas tells her that he can see that, and that it looks great. ‘Would it offend you if I asked -?’ he starts, while Felicia interrupts him, knowing what he is going to say: ‘Where I got the money? Have I gone back to my thieving ways?’ she declares. She assures Thomas that she didn’t, and doesn’t, revealing that she borrowed the money for the down payment from a wealthy gentleman who once took an interest in her. She recalls her meeting with the Kingpin, who told her that she caught him in a benevolent mood, and that it will help her open her little boutique.
‘Is this a new love interest?’ Thomas asks. ’What? No absolutely not. God, no’ Felicia exclaims. Thomas opens his arms and points out that since money isn’t an issue anymore - but Felicia turns her back to him. ’Thomas, I can’t’ she replies, walking over to the park bench outside her business, she tells Thomas that she is grateful for what he did, that he kept her from backsliding, but that this has been wake-up call. ‘Push comes to shove, I don’t want to be in a relationship. And it’s not just ‘cause I’m starting a business, it’s also…’ Felicia’s voice trails off. ‘Me. You don’t want to be in a relationship with me’ Thomas remarks, squatting down beside her. ‘We had a good time, you’re sexy as hell, and your heart’s in the right place, but…no, I don’t’ Felicia announces. ‘Does this make me a horrible person?’ she asks. ‘It makes you honest’ Thomas replies, holding up a bottle of champagne, he tells Felicia that he is still giving it to her. ‘Cristal Brut, 1990, Methuselah’ he explains. Felicia’s jaw drops, as she takes the wine, ‘This…is a twenty-thousand-dollar bottle of champagne’ Felicia declares. ‘I know, so - use it wisely’ Thomas smiles.
Later, at Felicia’s loft, she pops the champagne open and tells Patsy, Angelica and Monica that they shall toast, to being happy, healthy and wise. ‘I’ll drink to that’ Angelica remarks as Felicia pours wine into her glass. ‘And to being single’ Monica suggests. ‘Single? So you and Jericho -?’ Patsy starts to ask. ‘Me and Jericho are just friends, and if you write otherwise in your new book, Patsy, I will energy-blast you’ Monica smirks. ‘Mazel tov!’ Patsy exclaims. ‘L’chaim!’ Felicia smiles. ‘Avengers Assemble!’ Firestar jokes as they all raise their glass and clink them together. ‘Speaking of your new book, have you come up with a title yet? Wow. This is good champagne’ Felicia remarks. Patsy replies that she is playing around with a few thighs: “Super Vixens”, “The Femtastic Four”. ‘The what?’ Monica asks, not impressed. ‘What is a vixen, anyway?’ Angelica wonders. ‘A female fox. I think “Super Vixens” is good. I’m a super vixen’ Felicia smiles. Patsy smiles back. She has said it before and will say it again - she loves her gal-pals, so who cares what they are called?