The sound of heels clicking against the hard linoleum floor echoed throughout the dimly lit corridors of the Ravencroft Institute, catching the attention of far more than one patient. Although, the woman causing the disturbance paid no mind as she was only interested a single person. And that person was Harry Osborn. 

 She now stood in front of him, a thick wall of glass stood in between the two. Harry was sitting with his head against the wall in the corner of the room. Felicia was sure he was dead, although he stirred when Felicia tapped the glass softly. Blinking open his eyes, Harry smiled eerily and hobbled over.. 

"And what brings you here, Felicia?" he asked, crossing his arms. "Has Oscorp told you to report on my state or did you just miss me?" Harry was still grinning at her, which caused chills to shoot up her spine. 

Felicia took a deep breath. He truly was as frightening as they had said he'd be. Dark circles were clearly visible underneath his eyes, which seemed to have lost their brilliant, bright blue color and were replaced with a much duller shade. His hair was messy and looked as if it hadn't been washed in days, which was alien to her as whenever she had seen him, his hair had been shiny and clean. But, now it was far from it.

"I came to help. I work for you, not them. Remember?" Felicia still didn't know why she was here. Harry had obviously lost whatever mind he had, yet she still had the desire to help him. Then again, he had spared her even when his transformation took place. Somewhere, deep down, Felicia knew there was still good left in him. 

Harry neared the wall that kept them apart, "I do." Then, he placed his face as close to glass as he could without touching it, "And how exactly are you going to help me?"

"Whatever you want, I'll get it to you." Felicia stated. Half of her regretted her words, the other half content on pleasing him. 

He stepped back, "I was right not to kill you. You'll be very helpful." Harry began to pace the cell, his arms now behind his spine as he thought to himself. Felicia stood by, hoping she wasn't attracting too much attention to herself. Harry suddenly stopped and faced her. "Get me out of here."

Felicia's blood turned to ice. She knew the question would pop up, but not this soon. Though, she had told him she'd to anything. Felicia couldn't back down now. She swallowed and nodded, "I can. But, you will have to have patience."

"At the moment, I think that's all I have." Harry responded and sat himself down on the rusted cot pushed up to the opposite wall.

Felicia was emotionless. "Good. I'll see you soon, Mr. Osborn, "She disappeared as soon as the words escaped her lips. 

Even though she was gone, he frowned, "Just call me Harry."

As she neared the front of the building, Felicia ducked into a janitor's closet and pulled out a small mask from her purse. She clutched it tightly in her hand, then shut the door after leaving to walk back down the hall. She passed a security guard and smiled sweetly at him, the man smiled back and puffed out his chest. 

When she stepped up to the front desk, the clerk sitting behind the table didn't seem nearly as cheery. "Just sign out here," he murmured, not taking his eyes from the newspaper he was reading. 

"Actually, I was wondering if you had any job openings?" Felicia asked, peeking over the paper at the man. He wore square rimmed glasses and his head was balding, he looked to be in his late fifties from the view she was receiving. Though, when he lifted his head, Felicia was shocked to see his face was hardly touched by age, revealing him to be no older than thirty five. 

His name tag now visible, Felicia noticed his name was George. "We don't," He growled, and then turned back to his newspaper. 

Felicia grunted, "There has to be somethi-"

"I already told you," George put down his paper, "We have no job openings. Now, leave!" She sighed and walked out the door, still without signing out. 

As night fell, a scruffy haired man locked the door, leaving the Ravencroft Institute behind. He took a sip of his coffee. "Hi," said a silky voice, coming from the shadows, startling the man to the point of dropping his cup and spilling the hot brown liquid all over the asphalt below. 

The man reached for his belt where his gun was located, but a woman stepped into the halo of a street lamp. Her now illuminated features came into focus, although her eyes were hidden behind a black  mask, giving her the appearance of an animal. She was dressed head to toe in a skin tight black suit, her hair flowed as black as the night itself in the soft breeze.

 "Who are you?" he asked.

The woman pouted her red stained lips, "Always the same questions." She rolled her eyes, "Who are you? What do you want? Blah, blah, blah. Same old, same old. Please, at least be a little original." She walked over to him, her feet hardly making a sound. 

She was now face to face with the man, who seemed to be awestruck. The mysterious girl smirked and put a gloved hand up to his cheek. The man cringed at her touch, but never the less rested his head's weight into her palm. The woman grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a fierce kiss, wrapping her other slim arm around him. 

She broke away, still smiling. "Thanks..." she purred. When the man blinked, she was gone, hidden once again by the shadows. 

Once at the safety of her apartment, Felicia tore off her mask and wiped her lips. In her hand, she dangled a shiny set of keys. She chuckled lightly to herself, "Idiot."

Author's Note: What did you guys think? I really hoped you liked it! Oh and I'm getting all pics from Tumblr. If you find any cool fanart or edits, please let me know!