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Tony simply raised an eyebrow at her. “Answers, huh? Well, that’s not cryptic.” He let her babble an explanation, not really responding until she apologized. That earned her an eye-roll. “I’m less irritated than I am impressed. Most people forget this place even exists. The tower sort of draws attention away from the old place. Not that I ever spent much time here before.” And that was headed into territory that he didn’t want to cover with anybody, let alone someone he just met. Time to pivot. Luckily, the girl – Cindy, apparently, but with no last name, like some sort of bizarre spider-cocktail-waitress – provided him with a new subject near-immediately.

“Well any friend of his is a friend of mine.” He flapped a hand at her when she suggested leaving, turning around and wandering back into the house, leaving the door open and calling over his shoulder. “Again, not mad. Just surprised. Close the door behind you, the heating in this house hasn’t been updated in twenty five years.” He flopped back onto his previous seat, waving the hologram he’d been working on before back into existence. “So what particular truth are you fishing for, and why?”

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“Well, I’m sort of a journalist,” Cindy admitted, deciding that being less cryptic would ultimately get her farther than staying secretive. “-So it’s also kind of my job to look for things other people might miss.” There wasn’t any point in hiding anything from Stark, anyway, she reasoned, since he was on their side. Mostly. 

“Great! Thank you!” She clutched her bag to her chest as she followed him in, staring around the house, visibly impressed. “I’ll have to tell Spidey his name opens doors,” Cindy joked, “He’ll get a kick out of that...” She followed Stark to where he sat and pondered his question. “I’m here about the conference... but more specifically, the disappearance of Sam Wilson. I’m just looking for the facts, Mr. Stark. And a little bit of hope, too, I guess.”

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Dropping In || Cindy & Tony

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#marvelpocweek || day seven: favorite comic character of color ↳ Cindy Moon

you think being locked away for ten years was easy? easier than fighting? yeah. yeah, I do. being locked away was my fight.

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DB Headlines, Week of 01.01.17

01.01 Shockingly, No Fires After Stark New Years Event. Many Complaints From Neighbours Elizabeth Brant

01.02 New Year, New Complaints Maddy Madison

01.03 Young Avengers Score Again Maddy Madison

01.04 ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ Leader ‘Star-Lord’ Destroys a Sizeable Chunk of North Central Park With Totally Illegal Spaceship. Maddy Madison

01.05 Memorials for Sam Wilson Continue, Steve Rogers Rumoured To Speak. by Maddy Madison

01.06 What Happened To The Mutants? Maddy Madison

01.07 HYDRA Apprehended; Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D. Still Silent. Cindy Moon.

01.08 What Future Do Heroes Have In New York? Maddy Madison

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01:47 1.1 Cindy Moon @ moondailybugle Hope everyone had a great time at #starknewyears17! Here’s to a wonderful, prosperous, invasion-free year from all of us at the DB!

01:51 1.1 Cindy Moon @ moondailybugle Photographs from #starknewyears17 event will be published shortly. We can’t let you forget everything! :)

Happy New Year! Here’s to 2017 from your news team at the DB!

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The kid seemed clever. She was right, Jessica was unlikely to tell the truth about what she was doing; at least not the whole truth. She went to cross her arms, but then stopped and shoved her hands in her jacket pockets instead. It was a less confrontational posture, more casual. She didn’t want to come across as aggressive, assuming she hadn’t already if she apparently already seemed guilty. She supposed that she was though, Jessica didn’t actually enjoy punching people.

“I got spooked, okay? It happens. I just…it’s a long story,” she sighed. “Bad guy, bad memories. Stupid British accent. That’s all.”

Running a hand through her dark hair, Jessica took a deep breath.

It’s fine. It wasn’t him. He’s gone. She mentally reminded herself.

“I just- I didn’t mean it. …was he alright?”

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“Yeah,, he’s okay. A little shook up, but nothing an icepack and time won’t heal. I guess a better question is, are you okay? Bad memories that involve reflexively punching people are no fun; I would know-” she stopped, knowing that giving too much information out to someone she’d just met was a bad idea, even if she wasn’t getting particularly evil vibes off the woman.

“Are you one of those vigilantes?” Cindy asked, abruptly, deciding it was better to get to the bottom line with this woman rather than skate around the elephant in the metaphorical room. “Like the ones I keep hearing about on that lady’s talk show? Dude breaking down walls in Harlem and the ninjas in Hell’s Kitchen. I work for a news outlet so word gets around.” 

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Out tonight

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Spider-Women Alpha #1

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Countdown@NewYearsEve

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Cindy was dreading having to tell Jameson the news, especially after he’d put her in charge of this event. She didn’t want to leave the Bugle completely, and it had meant a lot to her that he’d trusted her with this. He’d implied that she was about to get a promotion if she didn’t screw this up which meant she had to be on her game. And also meant she couldn’t have too much fun.

Cindy peered at the crowds from her place on an upper level balcony, glass of sparkling cider in one hand, and a notepad in the other. A camera hung around her neck that she was using to take photos of any of New York’s finest that came along wanting a photo. It was good publicity for the Bugle and her attempt to introduce Jameson to the new digital era. Some jazzy instrumental tune filled the air and people began to dance. Cindy watched in amusement, sorting through peoples names in correlation to photos when someone tapped her on the shoulder. “Can I get a photo?” “Oh, sure!” Cindy turned to face the speaker, setting her glass precariously on the balcony railing. 

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Jessica tensed for a moment when she heard the voice; irrationality making her worry for a moment that it was the man. Then, logic kicked in as she looked up at the speaker.

A woman, idiot, she mentally scolded herself. A young one too, she suspected, though she couldn’t see her face.

“Both. I get paid to give ‘em a good whack when they arrive,” Jessica replied sarcastically.

“And yeah, I’d say it’s been a pretty shitty Tuesday,” she added honestly. “I really can’t stand those damn accents. And my legs hurt and I just spent hours just waiting. You know how little there is to do around here while you’re waiting?”

Jessica sighed and crossed her arms, still leaning against the glass. She felt a little better after venting a little, even if it was to a stranger. It occurred to her then, that she hadn’t seen where the girl had come from and stood up straight, suddenly suspicious. “Where the hell did you come from anyway? You saw the guy, so what; you followed me?” she pulled a face and reached a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You from one of the gangs or something? Or did you just happen to be flying by?”  

She meant the question as a joke, not making the connection between the mask and the sudden appearance. Normally, Jessica would piece the details together fairly quick thanks to her Private Investigator job, but mentally she was still recovering from her encounter with the British man.

“Who are you exactly? I’m guessing you aren’t following me to sell me cookies.”

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“No,” Cindy sighed, leaning against the building, “Not here with cookies. I wish I was here with cookies though. I could really go for a cookie right now.” She smiled, forgetting that people couldn’t see her facial expressions when she wore the mask. “I’m from the city. Here visiting.” That wasn’t a total lie. “Oh, you mean, like here? Well, I dunno, I thought you might be trouble. Because you punched that guy back there, you know?”

Turns out, Cindy had been on to something, because the woman had mentioned waiting around. But she didn’t seem malicious or evil. Maybe a little crabby or something. “I was going to ask you what you were up to, but something tells me you won’t tell me the truth,” Cindy added, matter of factly, “So I’m just gonna sit- well, stand- here and talk at you until I learn why you felt the need to punch an innocent tourist in the face.”

She didn’t think this stranger was a threat, but she’d been wrong before. And even if she wasn’t a threat, there was something up with this whole situation.The woman punched too hard to not have some kind of abilities and Cindy had been researching the events in Harlem for her job at the Daily Bugle. Heroes and vigilantes were popping up everywhere and her silk sense told her that she was on to something.  “Look, I’m not here to be confrontational. I just wanna know why you took off. If you’re trying to not look guilty, you’re really bad at it.”

@sarcasticpi

Out tonight

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Cindy hadn’t meant to end up in Harlem. But there she was and so, with all the talk of increasing crime and trouble around the city, Cindy decided to go looking for trouble. She was wearing her Silk suit under her street clothes, but she left them on, partially because it was cold and partially because she had no where to up them. She did pull up her mask though; most people wouldn’t notice, or just think she was doing it because of the weather. It was somewhat comforting though. What she saw was the aftermath. The woman had slugged him, then taken off. And Cindy rushed down the block, catching the man just before his head smacked into the concrete. She looked up and caught a glimpse of the assailant taking off. There was no way, Cindy though, that the woman didn’t have some sort of power. She hit too hard and moved too fast and Cindy knew from personal experience. For now, she directed her attention back to the man in her arms, looking rather stunned and disoriented. “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” the man muttered, wiping blood off of his face. Cindy made sure he could sit up okay, then handed him a tissue. “She just attacked me. I was trying to see what she was doing and she just hit me.” The guy had a British accent. “I assume you’re from out of town?” Cindy asked, wanting to make sure the guy got where he needed to go. He handed her the address to a hotel. “Oh, yeah, that’s some blocks down. You could take the train, if it’s still running… I’m not sure what time it is… Or I could get you a cab.” Thee man shook his head, “I can get there fine.” “Oh, okay.” Cindy looked over his shoulder, down in the direction the woman had run. The man saw her looking, “You’re one of those heroes I keep hearing about? Just go, I’m fine.” Cindy must have looked worried, because he continued, “Really; I’ve been through worse. You think it’s the first time a girls punched me in the face?” Cindy smiled, although it was masked. “Take care, sir,” she said, before taking off down the street, “And welcome to New York!” She waited to use her webbing until she was around a corner, pulling herself on to the roof of one of the apartment buildings lining the street. She gazed down, looking for movement and seeing only a small cat. She followed the apartments down the street the woman had run and then spotted her, by happenstance, leaning against the window of some barbershop. Cindy webbed her way into the adjacent alley and watched the woman leaning against the glass. She didn’t look like a villain. “Stupid British accents-” Cindy smirked and dropped down to the ground approaching the woman slowly, ready to get out if her sense had turned out wrong. “Do you usually make a habit of punching tourists in the face? Or are you just having a really bad Tuesday?“

Out tonight

“God damn it, I’m getting tired of this…” Jessica muttered to herself as she crouched in the dark, using a car as cover while she stared up at an apartment window, waiting for the occupant to appear. She was glad at least, that this particular assignment wasn’t another affair. This one was a concerned mother, worried her son was involved in illegal activities.

Jessica had been working on the case for a couple of weeks now, carefully gathering information on the young man, leaving days between her stakeouts to help avoid herself being noticed too much. 

So far she’d noticed he had sudden increases in funds, visitors that came at odd hours and erratic behaviour. Jessica had a strong feeling that his mother was right.

On this particular night, as her feet slowly began to feel numb from crouching for so long, Jessica couldn’t help but feel something was off. Usually the apartment was much more lively by nightfall, either with parties or random visitors, but tonight the place seemed empty. Jessica however, had seen the young man come home earlier. 

“Odd…”

Lowering her camera she’d been clutching, she carefully put it in her bag beside her, eyes still locked on the window. Too busy waiting for signs of activity in the apartment, Jessica missed the sound of someone behind her.

“Yeah. Real odd, isn’t it?” said the young man, the very one she’d been watching.

Turning around, Jessica slowly got to her feet, frowning when she had to look up at him. Somehow, he’d seemed smaller when she’d been watching him…

“What you doing out here in the dark love?” he asked, reaching to touch her arm.

Though he’d honestly meant it as a friendly question, Jessica panicked. Without thinking, she smacked his hand away, flinching when he cried out in pain from her superpowered strike. She quickly retrieved her bag, slinging it across her body before running, not stopping until she was blocks away.

Panting, the Private Investigator leaned against the glass window of a closed store. After a moment of rest, she ran a hand through her dark hair and let out a string of curses. 

“Stupid British accents,”she muttered afterwards, unaware that she wasn’t alone in the street.

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“Yeah, you know? I realised that after I- Well, yeah. Hmm.” Cindy stopped, pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and looked sheepishly up at the Avenger. What a first impression. “I’m here for answers,” Cindy began, trying to sound to the point. “My name is Cindy. And I don’t mean to sound cryptic or anything, I’m just looking for the truth and I thought coming to the source would be best. I missed the press conference, you see...” She sighed, “About the Avengers and stuff. As for how I found you..” How did she word this without sounding creepy? “Well, I’m really good at finding things. And I have access to some files and old reports from my job so I basically ballpark the coordinates and looked for the house that looked the most fancy and Stark-like.” Well, the truth sucked, but it was better than lying. “I’m really sorry,” she added as an afterthought, after pausing for air.

Did she know Spider-Man? Cindy smiled, “Also, to answer that third question, yeah. I’m... um... friends with Peter. He talks about you a lot. He’s a big fan.” She stared down at her feet, moving gravel around with the toe of her boot, “I can leave. I know this was, and is, incredibly awkward and uncalled for and I kinda just screwed up big time so please don’t be too mad?” Cindy offered him a weak smile. She didn’t think he would out her to the press, but there was always a risk. And she had just trespassed. 

Dropping In || Cindy & Tony

Cindy stood at the front door of Tony Stark’s mansion and stared at the doorbell, afraid to press it. Not because she was scared of Tony Stark- Peter had told her about him, and he’d seemed nice enough, but under the circumstances she didn’t wan’t to intrude, which is exactly what her job required her to do. She’d gone looking for answers- since none of the papers or news sources, including the Bugle, were bothering to get anything new. Everyone wanted headlines, but the truth was much rarer. 

She rung the bell and immediately regretted it. A screen popped up and a voice spoke and Cindy was too distracted by the hologram to hear what it was saying before she heard the word scan and panicked. She didn’t doubt Stark tech could identify her as Silk, and so, in an impulsive and wildly stupid move, she shot a string of webbing up and swung out of the way, climbing up the side of the house and coming to rest on the balcony three stories up, perched on the edge of the railing that kept people from falling. She was aware of the irony in her escape and glanced around, hoping no one had seen her, before dropping back down to the ground and wondering what to do before the door suddenly opened.

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Cindy smiled, “Right this way. Sorry again-” before leading Rebecca down the street. As they walked, Cindy thought about the woman’s status as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, a little miffed that she wasn’t allowed to ask questions. It wasn’t fair that the woman had told her and wouldn’t let her talk about it. Cindy had just told her she was a reporter...  

“Right here,” Cindy stopped at the coffee bar, already packed with people, “This is where I usually come. It’s close to head quarters, and most of the office buildings in the city, and it’s pretty good. Which means of course it’s always busy. I hope you don’t mind a wait?” 

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News Run | Open

“Oh, wow. Thanks.” Cindy felt a little awkward for accepting the offer from someone she’d never met before, and, in addition, had just spilled hot coffee all over, but went with it gratefully. Besides, Jameson could wait, in all honesty, and she could not go back to that office so soon. Cindy needed a break and she didn’t see why she couldn’t take it now. She was doing him a favour after all.

“I’m Cindy, by the way,” she smiled, holding out a hand for the woman, “I work for the Daily Bugle. We’re kind of swamped right now because of the crisis with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Steve Rogers return and all of that.” 

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Silk #001

Finally, I’m in the game. I have no idea what I’m doing, of course. But after ten years locked in a bunker, swinging at shadows… Who cares?

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“Whatever I ask, hm? Careful what you say.”

What the hell? Was he going to ask her to kill someone?! Cindy listened to him speak with trepidation, not only because she was nervous about getting the job, but the fact that some of what he was saying troubled her. There was the same tone in his voice that she’d heard used before with mob bosses planning hits- a confidence and swagger that only came from having, and knowing you have, unreasonable amounts of power. Her silk-senses were not what they should have been, but it was something she couldn’t just ignore. The idea stuck in the back of her head even when she heard him accept her.

Cindy blinked. “Oh, yeah!” she sat up straighter, trying to keep a smile from spreading across her face. This was good news, at least. She finally had something to do other than fetch coffee and get yelled at. “Thank you so much for the opportunity, Mr. Kiernan. I really appreciate it.” She stood up and held out a hand, her usual response for closing out interviews.

Aliases and Interviews || Cindy and Alec

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“I fight crime? I fought HYDRA and won? I fought a ton of clones in an alternate dimension? ” Cindy thought smiling a bit at the thought. What she considered her greatest accomplishments were usually things she couldn’t put on a resume. “Well…” she began, sitting up straighter in her chair, “I’m a hard worker. And I say that knowing that you probably hear this all the time, but I’ve been through a lot. Like, more than most people my age have been through. My parents… Well, I’m not with them any more and I’ve had to overcome a lot of stuff-” She wasn’t about to tell her entire life story to someone she’d just met, but she wasn’t sure how put weight to her story without sounding like every needy teenager who came in for a job interview. “I’ve been working on this… project for a very long time and it’s taken a lot of work and a lot of late nights and I haven’t stopped yet,” Cindy paused, wondering if this was going to be enough, but she told the truth as best she could, “And unfortunately I can’t tell you the details because they’re incredibly personal and a little unorthodox, to be completely honest, but as cliche as it sounds, Mr. Kiernan, I can tell you with confidence that I will always finish a job, no matter what it is. And whatever you ask me to do, I can do it.” 

Unless you ask me to kill someone or something, she thought, although she didn’t think he would appreciate her mentioning that. 

“Oh and I worked publicity for the Daily Bugle for the past four years, and I don't’ know if you’ve heard anything about J. Jonah Jameson, but I consider that one of my greatest accomplishments,” she joked, hoping he was cool about it. She didn’t like ending on serious notes. They reminded her too much of why she was here. 

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[OOC: I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the spider-arc, but basically she and the other Spider-verse people are being hunted by this guy who locked her in a bunker for years because of her power. And her family went missing and she’s working with S.H.I.E.L.D. to try and find them.]

He watched her as she decided on what to say, expression unreadable. She seemed to be discarding more thoughts than she was preparing to present. Interesting, that. He listened to her stating her case, smiling at the mention of her unorthodox methods. This girl was getting more interesting by the second. He hadn’t been entirely sure what had made him offer her a job, but it seemed that his instinct had been right. “Whatever I ask, hm? Careful what you say.” He chuckled good-naturedly.

After considering her resume for another few moments, he sat forward, setting it down on the desk. “Unorthodox. That’s not always a bad thing. Know what is almost always unorthodox? Innovation. I need people willing to do what is necessary on my staff. Granted, you’re not as qualified as some candidates, but…” He gave her another of his charming smiles. “I must admit, dealing with a shark like Jameson speaks well to your hardiness. You may just need that. I’m willing to offer you a probationary position for the time being, conditional on your performance standing up to expectations. I believe that’s more than fair.”

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Dropping In || Cindy & Tony

Cindy stood at the front door of Tony Stark’s mansion and stared at the doorbell, afraid to press it. Not because she was scared of Tony Stark- Peter had told her about him, and he’d seemed nice enough, but under the circumstances she didn’t wan’t to intrude, which is exactly what her job required her to do. She’d gone looking for answers- since none of the papers or news sources, including the Bugle, were bothering to get anything new. Everyone wanted headlines, but the truth was much rarer. 

She rung the bell and immediately regretted it. A screen popped up and a voice spoke and Cindy was too distracted by the hologram to hear what it was saying before she heard the word scan and panicked. She didn’t doubt Stark tech could identify her as Silk, and so, in an impulsive and wildly stupid move, she shot a string of webbing up and swung out of the way, climbing up the side of the house and coming to rest on the balcony three stories up, perched on the edge of the railing that kept people from falling. She was aware of the irony in her escape and glanced around, hoping no one had seen her, before dropping back down to the ground and wondering what to do before the door suddenly opened.

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Feel good about yourself. Feel good about who you are.

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