It's been years. Don't know if anyone here remembers me, but hey just passing through here with a story. I obviously don't own any of the characters except some of the OC's which are my own creation.
Chapter 1: Silk
The smell of sex was clear. Along with the smell was with the sound of male snoring, body of sweats that made the bed moist, sheets that were half drupe on the male and female yet hanging a bit on the floor, and not to mention some books and other accessory was lying on the floor instead of where they're supposed to go at.
The female that lay comfortable away from the male; eyes open slowly because of a buzzing that's going in her head. Once she was conscious, she sucked her teeth at the reason why she was awake, "Please. Not again," she said, annoyingly. In hindsight, she didn't want to wake up from her slumber; in fact, the people she knows don't like waking up to do anything just like her. Unlike everyone else, who wakes up by normal occurrences, the female wakes up with an alarm going off in her head.
She could ignore it, but it always goes off in a unique moment that requires her to get up.
She rose from the bed; her neck turned to where the male was, but instead of looking at him sleeping away and not bothering to wake up, she instead focused on the time on his alarm clock. The alarm clock wasn't a normal-looking one since it had cracks to it, as if it was once broken and repaired from its tragic demise.
She duly notes that he tries to repair what's broken; she, however, would just buy herself a new one since her skillset doesn't revolve around repairing stuff.
The time read 30 minutes past 3 in the morning which meant it was good enough for her to get up, figure out what's bothering her head, go home, and possibly get some more shut eyes before heading to work. You could say between her and her male sex partner; they have a written rule to wake up and leave as the other person sleeps.
The reason itself is complicated to explain to a person.
She gave him more of the sheets which only made him cuddle more into its softness. Her naked body was full on the display, having the curves, the biceps, and the muscles from legs to arms that made her like a female Olympics; she also has ebony hair that reaches past her shoulders and Asian like features.
As she stretched her hand high above her head and let out a humming affirmation of her joints cracking; she then released web-like silk from her fingernails and started woven her silk into clothes. Her body was now wrapped in a black and white that also displayed web lines that became zig-zag when moving to the thighs and shoulders, and became red instead of black in the center of her chest. She also made a red mask that covers part of her face.
She then proceeded out of the male's room, but before that, she ended up stepping on one of the male's clothes that was lying on the floor. The clothing was almost like hers but it lacked her black and white look, and instead, it was full-on red and blue. The spider icon lacked her unique redness and was simply black along with the rest web lines, and this was just the frontal area; the costume was all separate instead of being connected. The frontal was on the ground, part of his legs was lying on the desk, and the mask with its huge white lens and interconnect web lines laid at the bottom half of the bed.
She shook her head with sly amusement, 'I almost feel sorry for him always having to find an alley, building, or anywhere else to put on all that. Almost.' She ended up at least making his room a little tidy which was by placing his costume in his closet instead of being out in the open.
Now, she proceeded out of his room. She passed by his kitchen that's connected to the living room and immediately went out through his window with a dive. His apartment was at least 4 stories high, and that gave the female enough of a dive to spin out her silk from webs that attach to a building and swung on with great speed.
She bounced off her web line with an aerial flip and a backflip done at the same time. She landed, gracefully, on a building and continue her momentum of movement by traversing the rooftops with her agility; such as flipping over objects, sliding under them, or even jump through them while also leaping to other rooftops that also allowed her to run up or run horizontally on walls.
Doing all this with such ease made her smile under her mask. The rush of swinging, leaping, crawling and flipping was easing and it gave her such freedom that she never had when she was younger.
She was navigating the streets of Manhattan, more specifically Soho, at a good enough pace. She was following wherever the annoying buzzing sensation in her head would lead her. The streets had cars passing by, people walking about, and activities going on that gave Manhattan the title the city that never sleeps. She knows Soho is a good place to grab something awesome to eat, and it was also the place where you wanna grab something shiny.
Just like those two fishy looking guys trying to break into a jewelry store from the roof that she can see swinging from building to building; that was more inventive than breaking in from the front or back if she does say so herself.
She bounces off her webbing with a graceful backflip that allowed her to land on one of the guy's shoulder, "Th-" not giving him an ounce of time to say something; she used her legs and waist to flip the man hard to the ground that put him out for who knows how long.
The impact got the other guy's attention. He was now wide-eyed and stopped his hammer from breaking into the jewelry store, but then he also signed and held his hand up, "Dead ass, I knew this was a bad idea.. There's always a hero lurking around no matter the time."
In her crouching position, the female spider chuckles, "That's life today though, when is there not a superhero patrolling the city?"
"My friend here would say gotta take a chance to make it big," he gestured to his unconscious friend.
She stood up and easily web him to a brick wall since he already surrendered as it is, "I respect that you didn't put up a fight. Sorry about your friend here; couldn't take any chances, and I might have expected a fight too," she admitted as she also webs his unconscious partner.
"Well, he's fine so as long as you didn't kill him."
"I didn't, don't think I have the guts or will to do that. Also, do you or your partner have quarters?" She asked curiously.
The man shook his head, "Na. But check him, he usually has some money lying around in his pocket even when doing a robbery."
"Cool," she checks the unconscious fellow's pocket to find a couple of dollars that range from '20s to singles, and some quarters.
She took the quarters but kept the dollars in his pocket. The man eyebrow raised at the sight of this, "Why not keep all of it? He wouldn't be needing that to where he's going." he commented.
"That's the easy way though," she responded now standing up, "If I start now, then I would never stop. That's neither my agenda, nor how I was taught when growing up," She spoke while putting both hands by her waist.
"HA!" he hollered, "Isn't that how most kids start? Most people were all taught to do good and follow orders, but eventually, some of us still end up like me?"
"Same with me," she shrugs, "Honestly, there's this anomaly that just balances out these sorts of things. Where there's good, there's bad, where there's evil, there's good, basically yin and yang, You're following me with this right?"
He nodded "Yea, it's not that hard to comprehend. I mean most of us who go into the crime business isn't that dumb."
"Wasn't presuming either," she quickly agreed with her hands up, "Just that, where there's more of you guys doing the crime, there's also more of me stopping you guys. Being a hero is just as easy being the villain."
The man hums agreeing with an opinion on the matter, "Yet it never stops though. Circumstances would have us become the villain of the story; just how circumstances have another become the hero of the story."
She sighed for how true this was too, "That... That I can agree on," She flips on the brick wall and clings on to it near the web planted guy, "I've only been at this for a year or so, and I know I can't stop. Even when there's two Spider-mans watching over NYC, I can't help but do the same when someone is in need."
"You know that's very admirable. Somehow I wish I could have been like that, but I can't since all I'm ever good at is stealing from the need just so I can live in peace."
"You're wrong," the man blinked as he now looked up at the masked spider with curiosity while she looked down at him with meaningful resolve, "I bet you can do more than just steal. Hell, I think anyone that says that is full of bullshit. I just think that you guys see it as an easier option besides putting in the hard work to earn your money. Even if it means going through thousands of job searches you'll eventually find one, even if you hate the job at least you're earning your way of living, and even when the job gets tough you keep going. You don't take the easy option; never take the easy option because it's all just falsehood in the end. Nothing is ever easy," She brutally tells him keeping her expression fixated.
The man knew she was right. He knows damn well that she had a point. And he knows that the easier path led him to another falsehood. His head now went down in shame, "Your damn preachy. Though your preach has a point, I let my mistakes get to where I'm at," then he lifts his head and lets out an exhausted sigh, "Now I gotta pay the price."
"Yea. You do. But for now let's enjoy the early quiet morning of Manhattan."
"Names Alex."
"Names Silk," and so both anomalies from different sides spent that bit of time enjoying the night air in the city that never sleeps.
Silk found herself at Washington heights; a place that holds her heart like a stone, and a place she can never escape from. The sun was already rising when she swung off her web line to where she caught on a lamp pole, and flipped herself off it, landing on top of a truck that took a sharp right turn. Before reaching Washington heights, Silk called up the cops; got the two robbers sent to jail. Though she felt sorry for one of them making a poor decision, she does hope he looks to do something different then stealing when he gets out. She also dealt with another few smaller crimes going about in Manhattan; ranging from breaking up brawls before they became deadly, a drunk disturbing the peace, and another attempt at breaking in and entering.
Yet, it's one of the reasons why the city doesn't sleep, never knows what may happen when swinging about. Being Silk could and does distract her from things she wants to do like get more sleep for instance. Silk hop off the truck and spring herself to a building; Washington heights didn't have the huge buildings like the rest of lower Manhattan, but she had her ways of getting about. She was again running along the building, hopping over fire escapes, and making another turn this time with the help of her stickem powers.
The thought of calling them stick em powers made her cringe; he was rubbing off her in the wrong ways.
She stops at a particular building she clinged on, it led her to drop on the fire escape and open up the window that led her inside. The first thing she saw when taking off the mask from her nose was mail by her front door. Cindy picks them up and opens each of them; reading through them as well, "Hm. Rent being raised? shit. Get a car now? heh, no thanks. Gas bill and electric bill? Fuck, months ending," she ends up sighing while she places it on the table near her window, and went to the other room where a bed was at to lay there, "Divide and conquer as dad always told me," she said, letting her face hit the soft mattress.
This was her apartment, all white, and no ounce a color to express it as her own. Her kitchen was near the front door, and it had the standard features for cooking; such as mostly a stove, microwave, fridge, small table and closets to stack her ingredients in. Her living room took up much of the space; going with a simple long couch, a table, and a tv that was set up on a wall. Her bedroom was just like any other bedroom; a closet with her clothes in, and her bed.
As she sat up on her bed, she saw a picture that was hung up on her wall. This is what got her attention, the pictures of her family that she took upon in her hand. They were all smiling, her mother with bun hair who was being held from behind by her wrinkling, glass wearing dad, and her brother who had on sunglasses and a cheeky smile while holding the camera in hand.
While she, herself, had a bashful look by something her brother said. They were away from NY at the time; somewhere at California beach spending time with each other like always.
It was the last trip she ever spent time with her family, and that right there made the smile she was holding on more despondent than real. She wanted to cry, but no tears were trickling from her eyes. It sucks she can't at least cry for her mom and dad.
She didn't wanna think about them right now. Her head went back on the bed to lay down as she wanted too; maybe even drift off and dream about things that would never happen. Yet she couldn't with her eyes glue to the ceiling; where articles about her heroic actions were taped up. They all praise her, ranging from her simple deeds like taking the time to talk to the homeless to punching a guy who calls himself a Pokémon name. She also saw a little note that had an arrow pointing at her articles saying
'See here! Keeping doing what you're doing. People really do believe in you, Cin!'
Courtesy from the one and only, Peter.
Yea. She's reminded why she's gonna get up today, she's reminded why she's gonna keep going, and not only that, she's reminded that she had work today. She took a deep breath in and out, "No sleep. As always," Cindy responded to herself, and sat up on her bed while using her silk weaving a towel wrap around her to go take a shower.
After taking a nice, comfortable shower, Cindy went back to her small home and picked out clothes to wear for today. All the clothes that she has in her wardrobe were folded up and coordinated; except for stuff like jackets and hoodies that were hung up. They were all designed by herself thanks to her amazing webbing, "Heh, beats paying for expensive ass clothes," she chose a black jacket with a red shirt underneath it, along with that were black pants and black heels, "Jeez, I remember when clothes were much cheaper back then. Or was it just me?"
Probably just her though, she took the red mask that she wore when swinging around and punching people, and wrapped it around her head; creating a bun style for her hair. Just like her mom used to do it. She looked at herself with her small mirror by her closet; she looked to be decent enough. Nothing really special, but at least someone who could get by in a fast-paced working environment.
Taking her bag, her watch, and her smartphone placed in her pants; she locks her apartment behind, took the stairs that led down 3 flights of stairs, and wall out of her apartment complex.
It was at least 7 in the morning, pretty relatively early for her to go to work and not many people up at 'em. Those who were up often got a head start to their day like Cindy or were busy doing physical activity. Cindy did wave hi to the few neighbors she knew, but didn't stick long to have a conversation with either of them.
Cindy enjoys having her own collective thoughts to herself when she has time on her own.
She decided that she would take it slow and grab a simple BLT on a toasted roll with some juice to it before heading to work. Her phone blared causing Cindy to take out her phone and see what's up. Looking at her social media, which admittedly it was small, she saw someone by the name of therealblazingJohnny message asking, "Down for a lunch date later? ;)."
Cindy waited to cross the street, 'Shouldn't have gone on that date with him last week,' Cindy thought as she moved her hair from her eyes, 'With everything going on right now I'm just not with it for stable relationships. Don't think I can ever have anything stable.'
She quickly replied to him, "Sorry. The schedule is rather busy as of recent"
He texts back rather fast when she crosses the street, "Ay no probs. Everyone can be busy in both lifestyles. Hit me up if you ever wanna try that lunch date again."
One thing Cindy noted about Johnny is that he's kind; kind enough to know when a person is not interested at the moment, "Sure."
As her phone went back to her pocket, she felt her head buzzing again; it caused her to frown, 'Ah. What now? World ending? Is someone getting wedgie? Peter swinging his dick around?!' she immediately cringes at the last part; even going so far as to facepalm, 'I already see enough of that and I don't need that in my head right now'.
All in all, she was just annoyed at her senses detecting everything around Washington heights, but she knows when duty calls if it calls that is. She followed where her senses were leading her down the streets, she was already thinking of where to suit up and what she might be facing. The sensation of her buzzing grew ever stronger but timid, an indication that the threat wasn't a big one. This eased her a bit because she didn't feel like fighting some big power up villain trying to become rich, or something along the lines.
The sensation became much stronger when a young Latino came running around the corner with a white male that had a full-grown mustache on his tail, "GOD DAMN KID!"
People who were out in the morning didn't much bother to figure out the scene at hand; why would they? It isn't their problem to deal with. Yet, Cindy, on the other hand, wouldn't stand for this. As the young Latino came closer to her direction; she simply pulled out her leg at the right time making him trip and roll against the pavement.
The male immediately stopped, trying to catch his breath, "Thanks... Cindy," he said in between breaths.
Cindy waved him off, "No probs Allie, I'm gonna take a gander and say this kid did something he wasn't supposed to," She said gesturing at the down Latino.
Just before he could get up and run again, Allie ended up catching from behind, "Oh no you don't. This little runt thinks he could be sneaky and steal money from the ATM machine."
Cindy's eyebrow rose, 'ATM? Either this kid is a Wizz to steal broad daylight from there or he might have some special talent to do that. Getting caught meant he's lacking on the escape part, he possibly wasn't expecting anyone to help Allie out,' Cindy thought, gathering pieces of what had happened.
The kid grunted, struggling to get out of Alie's stronghold, "Get off!"
"Give back what you stole and maybe I will."
"Ok ok, let's lessen down," Cindy suggested as she approaches them, "I'm gonna check his pockets if he has whatever money he had stolen he'll gladly give to you back. Is that alright, kid?" She asked the Latino, his response was to keep struggling in Allie's grip, "If he doesn't, then you'll let him go, Allie, because he looks to be very uncomfortable."
Cindy went to check his pocket by his pants; she didn't find the money yet which meant it would be in his hoodie or even his shoes, "OK, I'll give back the money. Just ease off me already," the Latino confessed.
Al let him go, the Latino took the money out from his hoodie pocket. Cindy blinked at the amount of '50s and '20s that came from his pocket, "Jeez kid. This is a dame good way to get yourself thrown in jail," the Latino had his head dipped; paying more attention to the ground than Allie red face, "Hell, they might be on the way right now."
The Latino quickly lifts his head up, eyes wide at the mention of cops coming. Maybe he was about to sputter out words that involve him not wanting to go to juvie, but Cindy, ever the hero, stepped in before he said anything, "But he won't go to jail. In fact, this was more than a warning. Right Allie?" She asked in between looking at both the scared teenager and the red face Allie.
Al let out a puff of anguish air, he could see how scared this kid was getting. He likely could do this again though; he should indeed be punished for his action, but he was just a kid though, and maybe he had his reason for this, "God, help me in this time of need. I'll let this slide... but if you ever try that again at my store it'll be out of my hand."
The Latino nodded quickly. Cindy had a small smile in her small victory, "Thanks again Cindy,"
"Again no problem, by the way, two BLT make it snappy," she said sarcastically.
Allie chuckled, his red face was gone and replaced with a peal of simple laughter, "Alright alright."
Just as Al went back to his store, the Latino kid was too about to walk away, but Cindy ended up grabbing him by his hoodie, "Ah uh. You're not going away so easily. I just saved your behind from getting thrown in juvie."
"And what do you want? A cookie?" He responded back with annoyance; wanted to be done with this whole mess.
"That would be nice, not gonna lie," she mumbles, having herself in a thinking position as to whether or not to have cookies today, "But besides that, I just wanna know why you did it anyway?"
The kid had his eyebrow raised, "It's not of your business. Can I go now?"
Cindy still holds her smile when she shakes her head, "Not that easy. Tell you what, I asked Allie to make two BLT's for us. We can sit and chat near Fort Washington Park. There's a seat I love to sit at and has an amazing view of the Washington bridge. If you want to share anything from walking there, and to eat from there that would be the time."
"That much, I won't force you," Cindy added while also shrugging.
The kid didn't exactly understand what the hell was going on. It was supposed to be a simple morning, but it didn't pan out that way, and now he has to deal with some adult Asian women trying to poke into his business, "Why are you doing this again? Don't you have some... Adult things to do, as a normal adult does or whatever they do at this part of the morning?"
"Shouldn't you be doing what kids do this morning? Like going to school and getting an education?" Cindy inquired back, she was amused that the kid was getting more and more annoyed at the situation 'Better than being scared and probably being behind a police car' she thought to herself.
The kid sucks his teeth, then proceeds to Allie's bodega, "Let's just get this over with," Cindy followed behind the annoyed Latino. What an interesting morning this turns out to be.
If Cindy were to time it, at least an hour has passed by after the small situation she dealt with. Allie had the stink eye on the kid when they were waiting for their BLT sandwich; she made sure to say hi to the cook though. She wouldn't fault him Allie for what he did. the saying Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice? Oh hell no, shit I ain't falling for that again was the way it had to be.
The walk to Fort Washington Park took up most of the time; the teenage Latino kept his thoughts to himself along the way. In his eyes, Cindy assumes that he must be thinking that this is the most awkward walk he had ever done. To alleviate some of that awkwardness, Cindy ended up putting space oddity on. A classic song she used to rock with back in the day.
'Music in these devices? Technology is indeed amazing today,' Cindy thought, enthusiastically.
The Latino, in response, put his earplugs on. Cindy pouted and shook her head at his lack of taste for 90's music.
The two individuals made it to the park. They took a seat that was both near the bridge itself and the river that waved back and forth.
Cindy was already going into her breakfast, "Mmm. Mmmm. Mmmmm. God, this hits the spot in the morning," Cindy mostly to herself, but more so towards the Latino.
Who had a rather disgusting look at his face when watching Cindy down that shit.
Cindy didn't pay much mind to his look. Instead she noticed that lack of diving into his own BLT, "Don't tell me you ain't hungry?"
"...Can I go if I said I'm not?" He responded when sipping his Arizona.
"Na. You're not exactly fooling anyone, you know that right?" Cindy cleaned up some crumbs from her mouth with a napkin, "The moment Allie finished making this; your belly leached out with hunger to devour this beauty."
The Latino stared at her deadpan; he isn't sure how to respond to whatever she's spewing out, "I... have absolutely no idea what you're even spewing, lady."
Cindy chuckled, "Lack of 8-hour sleep, kid" she bites back, playfully.
The Latino eyebrow furrowed at the mention of being called a kid, subtle hint that he didn't like being called that. Eventually, he did open up the plastic wrap and start taking slow bites out of his food; unlike Cindy, who was now done with hers.
Another few minutes pass by in silence. Birds were chirping in the area, people were jogging just like any new Yorker, and not to mention people taking their pets out for a walk, "My dad used to take me here when I have too much on my mind," Cindy said, nostalgically. The Latino looked at Cindy with his eyebrow from his smartphone, "I grew up here for about... part of my life. Before I end up leaving due to circumstances concerning me that I won't indulge in; I used to love eating breakfast here with my dad. We both had a lot going in our life, my dad dealt with the constant pressure of his job while I dealt with the constant pressure of hockey and my mom's dream of me going to Harvard. Heh, I probably would have disappointed her again the second I drop out of that school; while I would get praise from my brother for having the guts to drop out of a prestigious college such as Harvard," Cindy admitted, her eyes were more paying attention to the amount of juice that was in her bottle than the curious Latino.
The Latino rub the back of his neck. He noticed the lack of an upbeat nature to her vibe that she showed for the hour he spends time with her, and the conversation seems to be dipping to the uncomfortable territory. All because he wants to admit something he himself wasn't uncomfortable to talk about; to an unknown person too.
At the same time he didn't hate what she said about her family. It got him thinking about his own, "...Never really knew my dad. I knew a guy who I called dad, but he ended up leaving for reasons that I never knew. Don't really have the faintest idea what family is. All I know is that it's mostly about a group of people who are related and love each other. I know that there are people who do love me and want me to go to school," he shook his head at the idea of love and family, "I just wanna make money."
Cindy nodded, she noted how deflective he was with his last sentence, and from the tone of his voice he really does wanna go that route. But the reason, she wants to know the reason. Because everyone has a reason for why they do what they do, "Money does make the world go around. Yet, money has been known to corrupt even the best of us."
He shrugged, "I wouldn't care. As long it benefits in the end."
"To who? You? Your parents?"
The Latino response was to drink his Arizona again and forget he ever said anything. He soon finishes up his food and gets up with a book bag now behind his back, and proceeds to leave Cindy to her own devices. Just as she mentioned earlier, she wasn't gonna stop the kid from leaving; she already forces him enough to come here and eat with her.
In retrospect, it made her look like lonely women who need attention. She both scoffs and laughs at the thought, 'At least I have an idea why he did what he did.'
The Latino kid, on the other hand, threw both his drink and scraps from his food in the trash. He moves on to the direction that was leading him out of the park. His eyes start wandering around him, trees, grasses, the amazingly built bridge that was named after the first president, the ocean, and the people doing the individual activity. He wouldn't be seeing all this if he went to juvenile detention. He let out an irritated sigh as he stopped his walking and looked upon the orange tint sky, 'I don't wanna go back there. This is probably you giving me a chance here huh, god? With some weird-ass stranger took the time of her day to stop me from going to jail. What would my mom think about that? Hell, what would Alyssa think about that?' a frown was now placed up on him at the mention of Alyssa, 'What would she think? Knowing that her older brother went back to juvie but in her older eyes jail.'
"Fucking hell," he said, this time out loud. He ended up walking back to where Cindy was still residing in her seat. Finish up her drink that is. He went back to his former seat that was across from Cindy; her eyebrows rose at seeing him again, but she had a rather noticeable smirk too that only served to continue to annoy the Latino, "Look. I ain't gonna beat around the bush, and tell all the things I feel. You can't change who I am, and you can't stop me from wanting to make money my way," Cindy had to hold in a giggle, knowing that she probably can, "But... You can at least here my side of the story; as to why I wanna make money. And at the same time, you can share your story. Because I wanna hear what it's like to have a family. A full-on family, none of them dysfunctional, lovey dovey shit. The real shit that I'm not used to seeing and hearing."
"And," Cindy leaned forward with newfound interest and curiosity, "How am I supposed to earn the way to listen to your biography?"
The Latino pulls out a book from his bag, "You help with school stuff."
"Hm. This seems to be rather stereotyping here."
"Take it as you will. I know you're a smart adult who can help out a delinquent get his diploma."
"Heh, deal. We'll start tomorrow since you should be at school and I. Well, I'm supposed to be going to do adult stuff,"
"Whatever you say."
Cindy, like any new Yorker, took the subway train to her job that was located Greenwich village in the lower Manhattan side. Sure she could have taken a much faster and less currency spending transportation; one that she experiences the intense, adrenaline feeling of jumping off skyscrapers, and to fall from such a great height that at the last second before she hits the concrete ground she swings with great speed. That feeling is hard to let go when she has done it so many times that it eases her knowing that she can just let go in those few seconds, and be free.
But, occasionally she likes to stand or sit in a commute full of people in their own little world just like she is. Sometimes Cindy would wonder what those people are thinking? Or Why they're smiling so heavily? Why they're face all pink? And why do they look despondent instead of happy? She enjoys observing these little, intricate things that she wouldn't have a clue of, but interpreting what they're feeling or hearing what they're saying was good enough for her. She didn't feel weird at all that some of what she's doing is technically evasive of one's privacy; which is why she would make sure not to indulge any further on her observation when things become too touchy.
She got off the train, it wasn't a long walk to her job and she still had enough time not to piss off her boss for her lateness. Plus, it was hard to miss a building called the facts channel.
Cindy entered the building, as usual, there were dozens of people waiting for the elevator at this time of the morning. Cindy ended up taking the stairs; skipping steps until she reached the 7th floor. Unlike most people, she didn't tire easily, and that was thanks to her awesome stamina of hers.
Getting out of the staircase, and into a room full of busy working people. People were either on the phone, writing something on their computer, laying out plans with a group of people listening in, and most of all communication among each other.
This was the life of a journalist, hectic as always, and a fast working environment.
Cindy reaches to her part of her workstation, it has sticky notes upon sticky notes with quotes about encouragement. She took off her coat and rested it on her chair, and put her back in her lower draw. Cindy went straight to what she does, instead of being a busy journalist she was more of an intern then anything. Which require her to, as of now, organize files in the cabinet, give out necessary files that person ask for, somehow maintain the social media aspect of the facts channel; it wasn't too hard but Cindy was not all that experienced in technology like she should be, and uploading content that was requested by other journalists.
All this was a regular 4-5 hour routine that Cindy practically does 5 days a week. Was it tedious? No, was it engaging? Not in the slightest, but does it help maintain her apartment? Oh yes. She much prefers finishing up everything so she can actually be an actual journalist.
Sadly, as she was finished with all that tedious work; she was found only staring at her computer screen with the end of her pen in her mouth. The only things that weren't completely blank were some of the programs that were open and the white page that was supposed to have words; words that she wanted to write down, words that she was interested in telling. Not even the amount of sticky notes, the number of tabs in her google searches, or even notes she took down in the past hour had set up any encouragement for her to write something.
Because of this increase, frustration thought process; Cindy groaned and took the pen out her mouth; flicking it to the side of her desk, 'How do people do this and I can't?' She irritably thought to herself.
Just then, a hot cup of something rested near her arms; just the smell of honey tea made her frustration dim down, "Writing kicking you down a notch?"
"More like writing kicking my ass," Cindy snarkily responded while sipping the tea, "Mmm. I would literally pay you for how you make these tea's, Rafferty," she also said, now having her attention towards Rafferty.
Rafferty waved off her comment, "I prefer you not too, I've done that job already and that's something I hope I don't have to go back too," Rafferty admitted while adjusting her glasses.
"Still better than most people making tea," as Cindy was drinking her tea; she noticed something curious about Rafferty in the way she looked today, "Hey, you look more glowing today than usual. Are you doing something special with Lola?"
Rafferty's cheeks redden at the mention of Lola, but the slight frown didn't sit well with her embarrassment, "Hopefully something special." She shrugged her shoulders. The hair she was twiddling with her fingers was blonde; almost golden in Cindy's eye's, and it was straight but the end of it having curls that reached by the end of her neck, " She's been rather busy as of late, and she wouldn't exactly indulge; except with the two words "You'll see." Either way, I did my hair and later had to pick some clothes to wear later. It's nothing special, honestly."
"I beg to differ on that one," Cindy pointed out, "But either way, how goes your misadventure into taking pictures?"
At the mention of taking pictures, Rafferty frowns and turns into a small but noticeable smile, "It varies. It can either have eventful moments where my lens can snap something crisp and elegant that appeases the person who writes the articles, or they don't like it and want me to go for another misadventure until I get it just right," She took a sip of her tea again, her smile grew as she was continuing on, "You know, the best way to get out of writer block is to actually write something; anything, and then you'll be writing."
"Hm, sadly that isn't the issue here. I'm not exactly sure if I want to be a journalist anymore, Rafferty."
Rafferty put aside her cup of tea on the desk; maintaining full eye contact on Cindy, "Do you feel you can talk about it?" She inquired, wanting somehow help with whatever she's dealing with.
"Somewhat. Um," Cindy eye contact flutters around, not keeping distinct eye contact with her coworker while she twiddles her thumbs together, "So I only really started working here because I wanted to use the facts channel resources to find people I once knew. Then I did, and it wasn't where I thought they'll be. I've only really written two articles; mostly because the majority of people didn't believe in this one up and coming industry. And I really wanted to help in some ways. The other was just about how today's technology is amazing," she groaned at that article, "Hated writing that one looking back."
Rafferty listens to Cindy's reasoning. She wouldn't laud in the parts where she shouldn't; in fact, she assume where those people that Cindy wanted to find were probably in a place that isn't desirable, and she wasn't gonna dip her hand in that unless she wanted to talk about it, "In my honest opinion, Cin, write at least one article. Something like those two articles you did about the Parker industry and technology. In those articles, you really did believe in this industry that not many people had a lot of faith in. Even though it didn't last you still wrote something from within the heart," She pointed to Cindy's chest, "So do that again, and if you can't or did but still don't feel the passion to work here; then make sure you have another job in mind before you quit."
Cindy nodded, "Thanks Rafferty," Rafferty gave her the thumbs up in response, "How come you don't write yourself?"
Rafferty's eyes lost contact as soon as Cindy asked that. She was now frowning instead of smiling giving the sense this was rather uncomfortable topic, "ANALOG!"
"Anddd that's my cue," Rafferty spoken, "Make sure to write something awesome," She said quickly, she gave Cindy a thumbs up before leaving with her cup of tea.
Cindy didn't get a chance to say something back when a middle-aged man with a mustache that'll give Hitler a run for his money approached her desk, "There you are, had me going all over the place looking for you."
Her eyebrows quirked curiously as to why he was looking for her "Afternoon ," she spoke in a more professional tone
"First of all, don't talk like that around me; prefer you talking the way you always talk amongst your peers. Secondly, a reminder that your writing piece is due sooner than later. Another reminder that this is your chance for a higher promotion that would allow you to write more and get a higher paycheck. So hop to it and put some words into that screen of yours!"
Cindy gave a salute, "Sir, yes sir."
"Thirdly," Jameson looked around to see if anyone was maybe around her desk; either eavesdropping for whatever reason or just standing around for no reason, "I also wanna know what info you got on your family. If you don't mind telling me since you left whatever you said on a cliffhanger which was last week," He told Cindy while moving closer to her and letting his voice die down than boasterly loud a second ago.
Cindy almost forgot about that. Some people would point out how Jameson is an out righteous, notorious, ass hole of a human bean. That was because of his former time as the leading member of the Daily bugle and slenderizing her male counterpart being a hero. It doesn't stop there when he actually was the mayor of this city and terrible at that one; it also cost him his leading role as the figurehead of the daily bugle that led to him here at the facts channel where he himself isn't the figurehead.
But, right here is where Cindy doesn't see that. In replacement is a man that took his time and spent the whole year with her looking for her missing family. He didn't even care when he found out that was the reason why she ended up getting this job; because he also pushes her to care more about her job than she ever would. Which is why Cindy wouldn't share her feelings about leaving this career behind and look for something else. It may hurt him to see her leave without doing something amazing like how he wanted her too, "Um... Well," She took a deep breath in and out while moving her hair from her place.
"Take your time, I'm not doing much in the next hour or so."
"Thanks... I uh, I found my brother."
"Good, that's great to hear. How's he?"
"Not in the greatest shape. He uh…. They found him overdosing at one of his friend's houses. I also found out that he's been in and out of foster care… And He's been running away from his current one."
Cindy wanted to say more, but most of it involves her being silk instead of Cindy. She kept playing with her hands and not directly keeping eye contact with Jameson because of how much she saw in that week. Not to mention, she had been holding this for a good week without telling anyone to get this off her chest. It felt like she has hot air in her throat that isn't willing to get out when talking about last week. Yet, Jameson held up his hand, stopping her from telling the rest of what she found out, "It.. seems you've been through a lot, and you already look like you're about to have a meltdown. If I might predict, you have been holding this to yourself without telling anyone. Take the rest of the day off, Cindy. I'll tell Hannah that you finished up most of your stuff today."
Cindy shook her head, "You don't need to cover for me, Jonah. I'm good to still work," she said, yet her voice betrayed her look for how somber it sounds.
"Again, you looked like you're about to have a meltdown, and you're holding it in as best you can. I don't think you've had the time to process all this with how much you saw that week. Personally, I think you're gonna need a week of rest and to process all that has happened, Cindy. And I don't mind covering you since you at least do what you have to do, and not waste the time bullshitting as most of the people here do."
This got her snicker, and Jonah to chuckle since it was indeed true. Jonah pats her on the shoulder before departing, "You'll be fine, I know it. If you're as strong as I know you are, you'll get through this."
While Jonah left her desk, Cindy felt a tear trickle down her cheeks which she immediately wiped. She tapped both her cheeks with her hand and shook her whole body so she would try not to think about last week. She looks to her blank page, and ends up writing the word something, and letting it save to the cloud before getting ready to leave work.
One of the best ways for Cindy to get instant stress relief was diving off from the Chrysler building. Sure, empire state building was taller by a few feet, but that was also taken, and she can always have enough room to chill up there. But besides that, the sense of diving was exhilarating to the point she just closes her eyes when doing it; closing her eyes makes it easier to let go of everything that would shake her down. Then at the last moment, she throws out her web line and starts swinging around midtown.
For that first bit of an hour, not much was happening in Manhattan. Cindy doesn't mind when a crime isn't happening as frequently as most may assume; it isn't like in the movies or tv show where crime is always around for the hero to clean up.
Yet, this is Manhattan, where someone is bound to do something. Cindy was then seen inside a bank. Bouncing off walls to walls avoiding a sort of heavy vibration beam that ends up impacting walls that led to huge debris falling, "God! I much prefer the other web head since I actually have a chance at hitting him," said a frustrated man in an amber and yellow suit that looks to be insulted the point where he doesn't receive negative feedback from his two gauntlets that help produce them heavy vibrations and having a few parts of his body with armor plating.
Cindy was all business when it came to fighting, no jokes, no sarcasticness, just straight to work.
The man created a smaller dose of the heavy vibration; where he was also able to pick up debris from their fight and throw it at Cindy. She in response, webbed one of the projectiles from the ground while mid-air and tossed it at the man. He ends up creating a noticeable vibration shield that is able to stop the impact but also creates dust in front of him. This was Cindy's chance, she landed on the ground immediately pushing herself off the ground with her hand, and landing her two feet to the man's chest that sent him crashing to the wall. He wasn't out yet and tried going for her punch that was intensified by his glove; to which Cindy duck and performed a back flip that her heels hit the man's chin.
That seemed to daze a man enough that led to Cindy going in with a couple of elbows, kick, and even making her hand into a claw that aimed to the body and legs. Cindy noticed how her claw marks were able to create marks through his armor; most notably was his arms, 'Hmmm, wonder how much that armor can take?' She questions herself while getting ready to put her theory to use. The man seems like he had trouble blocking these attacks in his daze form, "You sure don't hit as hard as he does," Cindy's head was buzzing much greater than usual, not just from the sense of danger.
But the fact was that her counterpart was nearby, and he was reaching towards the bank. This distraction got Cindy to take a huge impact to her chest.
Cindy went flying out of the bank and crashed into a police car, "Agh!" she groaned out from the hard impact. Some of the police officers were about ready to go in when they saw the way Cindy was laying on the car as if she was knocked out or dead. She had to catch her breath and shake off the pain before getting up; not only that she was frustrated with him saying that she doesn't hit as hard as her male counterpart, she also wanted to handle this before he comes and finishes it, "Don't. I still got this," She spoke to the officers that were going in before leaping back into the bank.
She sent out two web lines and propel herself straight forward to the man who now had bags full of cash in his hand, "Fucking hell! You spiders don't just stay smush!" he barked, before getting crash to the ground and rolling because of Cindy's momentum.
Cindy was on top though, but the man didn't like that and used his gauntlets to push both Cindy and him in the air. As he mentions, Cindy was faster than her counterpart immediately pushing back to the ground with her feet. She flipped backward while also quickly shooting both webs at him and pulled him closer to her, which allowed her to again send her two feet smashing to his chest, and sending him hard back to the ground.
"Agh! Why can't robbing be this easy for me!" he started accusing himself before trying to use his gauntlets on Cindy. Just as she was landing, Cindy brought her claws out and slash on the arm he was raising for a shot at her. Because of the momentum, how sharp her claws are, and the noticeable weaker armor plates in his arms they end up creating a large cut that sputters out blood, "AH!" he screamed out in pain.
Cindy both cringed and was in shock at the impact of her damage, "Shit!" she sprays some of her webbings on the large cut that almost cut his arm if it wasn't for the armor, "I thought that armor wouldn't cut that easily."
"Ah! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Ah... If I put more armor in the arms then how the fuck am I gonna shoot you spiders!" he said while moaning in pain, "Fuck! You really cut fucking deep there!"
"Jeez willze, cops are more vicious nowadays."
Cindy and the man named Herman, looking to see it was none other than the red and blue counterpart of Cindy, "Oh… That's not good," he said, getting closer to the two of them, "Did yo-"
"Yes I stopped the bleeding," Cindy said, now wrapping her webbing around the arm to further stop the bleeding.
"You should of-"
"Been more careful, I know."
"Should i-"
"No, I got this," Cindy remarked with both glare and a clear indication of annoyance.
Herman was sighing at his defeat, the sight of Cindy's counterpart, and was dealing with the deep cut that was agonizing to deal with, "This is the worst day of my life."
"Nice trip to hospital and jail may change that, Herman," Peter jokingly noted
The female spider was also dealing with that nudging feeling coming from her spider-sense that was probably influencing her dopamine. Cindy shook her head, and lifted Herman up, who was still moaning in pain, "I have this under control," she again said.
"I noticed, I could take him to the nearest hospital that's only a few blocks from here."
"I got this, spider-man. You almost got shot by the cops for nothing and you didn't need to be here. So please, back off," she said, departing off leaving spider-man scratching his head looking at the fucked up bank.
After delivering Herman to the authorities, Cindy was again swinging through Manhattan with something webbed wrap[ around to her shoulders and chest. This time she took a pit stop at a hospital building somewhere on the third floor. What she could see was a young Asian male looking at the tv with a bit of boredom in his dull sleepy eyes. Cindy knocked on the window, causing him to turn and have his face lit up. He in turn, slowly getting up from his bed with a pole that had a bag of liquid drugs that helped his recovery; he opened the window, "I like to take back all that I said about calling you a freak. You looked so dope in some of the footage I saw of you kicking ass."
Cindy enters the hospital room; she took off her mask revealing a smile upon seeing her brother who had a noticeable scar from the right side of his face, "Since when did you have a potty mouth, Albert."
"Since I became a grown adult," he sarcastically responded while retreating back to the bedhead.
Cindy took off the webbing that was around her, revealing it to be a bag of food and drinks, "Hmm, sure. I'm gonna take the gander that the food here is shit. So I decided to get some good ole hamburgers from that place in the union square we use to eat at."
In a not so surprising move, Albert quickly took a bag that was his, "Fuck yeah!" Taking out the burger and from its plastic, Albert dug in with a huge bite like he hadn't eaten anything in years, "Mmm. MMmmm. MMMMMmm. Did I tell you you're a godsend, Cindy?"
"Yea," Cindy paused while taking out her burger and drinks from the bag, "...When you overdose that is."
Albert looked at Cindy, his lit-up face was now damper and replaced with guilt, "...Sorry," he said, swallowing his food quickly instead of savoring every
"It's fine," she waved him off, "I shouldn't have brought it up anyway. Let's dig into our food before it gets cold."
The siblings ate in silence for a few minutes; they both were watching judge Judy dealing with court cases as always. While some made Cindy laugh and Albert quieter, the room contains the air of awkwardness that surrounds them. Both wanted to say what's on their mind but are afraid of how the person may react. Cindy wanted to understand what happened to Albert in her absence, what caused him to lead to the streets and do drugs? Was it because of her parents or her? Did he have thoughts of suicide? Is that why he OD himself?
Albert, on the other hand, wanted to understand why his big sis had to leave for so long. Sure he understands the powers part, but she would eventually gain control like how she is now; so why it took her so long to come back before everything went to shit.
"Sis.."
"Yea lil bro?"
"You think I could live with you? After I can up and leave this place?"
"That... May take time, since you're supposed to be with your foster family."
"Screw them!" he shouted, with the added effect of his angst, he ended up throwing the ball of plastic in his hand to the open garbage can. It didn't even go in, yet he didn't care, "They're not my family, you're my family. If I could, I would have somehow stopped that old bastard from taking you away. Because of him, mom and dad spend the rest of their lives searching for a way to cure you. And look where it got them!"
Cindy can hear the anger coming from his voice. She can sympathize with that anger since the number of times she tried to escape that place she once called home, in a twisted sense that is. She too knows that this was probably had been bubbling up for years since her departure, and he most likely took it out on everyone and everything.
In another twisted sense, she is kind of glad that he isn't blaming everything on her. She thought he would blame her for leaving instead of fighting to stay; it was somewhat her fault that her family itself is left in disarray. Cindy took his hand, that got both of the two siblings' eyes to meet each other, "I remember how many times I tried beating the shit out of Ezekiel just for that. I did, but he always told me from my beatings that he couldn't die; it would've been by the hands of a person that was after him. And so I stayed under that bunker for years" Cindy's brother eyebrows raised in surprise at the mention of it as a bunker. She shrugs in response, "It wasn't so bad, had enough food for another fifty years, and had some tv with retro games to keep me company. But know this, I would have done and tried anything to see you guys again. I just couldn't because it would put you, dad and mom in danger."
"But, where's that danger now?"
Cindy frowned, "six feet under, along with Ezekiel about 9 years ago."
".. You're telling me that asshole died, along with something that can kill you, and yet it took you another couple of years to get out? What the fuck!"
"You might want to level down that tone, Albert. No one knows I'm here, remember," his response was sucking his teeth and rolling his eyes, which was an indication that he will, Cindy bit her lip as she continued her explanation, "Somehow, things didn't go as planned. The last thing that he told me was that I wasn't gonna be alone, and then he never came back after that. 9 years later, in came your friendly neighborhood spider-man that took me out of that bunker. Technology is weird and I'm still getting use to it, but it's very cool with the things we can do compared to years ago."
"...No matter how cool he is, he still freaks me out."
Cindy cocked her head at his comment, "Don't tell me we superheroes still freak you out."
"Nooo," he shook his head and had his arms cross, "I'm a lot older to accept that our world will eventually blow up because of the number of powers that are appearing every day."
"Do I look like I could blow up the earth, Albert?" She questioned with her eyebrow raised; for the first time when talking to her little brother her lips quirked into a small grin.
"Hmmm," he squinted his eyes as if he can visibly see through everything that his sister is, "Eh," he shrugs and lays his body back on the hospital bed, "Until you get some more weird-ass powers, not really. Plus, you may feel regret and be absolutely lonely afterward."
Cindy chuckles while Albert gives a small snicker from his own assessment on Cindy; it almost feels like they're teenagers and kids again. Talking about nonsensical things and just being there for each other no matter what. Almost as the circumstances between the two siblings quiet their little moment, "Hey... You don't need to talk abo-"
"Yea I don't really want to talk about my drug problems," because of the subject, he rolled to the side no longer facing his sister, "Yet."
"No-no-no. You can tell me whenever you are ready," she reassures, "I wanna know how mom and dad died, Albert. Was it really because of me?"
Albert was again quite at the mention of their parents. Leaving Cindy to clean up and put the bag of food and drink in the trash; she also put the plastic wrap in the trash that he attempted to throw in, "I'm gonna leave you be and come back tomorrow, Ok?"
No response. She can see that they weren't a reaction on his face; no sadness, no anger, not even the bit of happiness that she saw earlier. She was again frowning at the sight of seeing her brother like this; she wished she could do something about it, but what could she do? Maybe if she studies the medical or psychology field that her mother wanted to she probably could help him.
'But would he really want it?' Was the question she asked only to herself. She put on the mask and was going to leave the same way she came through, "It wasn't entirely your fault you know," Cindy stopped her movement and look back to her brother, "They died in a car crash when coming home almost five years ago; nothing you could have done to stop them that day."
Cindy didn't retort anything from her mind. Some part of her didn't mind that they died like that, and not because of her. Yet, another part of her blames herself for being at the exhibition ten years ago. Cindy closed the window behind her and leaped off the building and started swinging. If she were to actually check she would have seen her brother letting out the welt of sadness with him.
She, on the other hand, is barely holding it in. In mid-swing, her phone vibrated as she had received a message; she took her phone out from her pocket and check to see to what it was. She quickly text back the response and started heading towards Soho.
Cindy made it to the familiar building, the window was open like always. She enters in and can see the brown hair, hazel eyes, half-naked counterpart of hers sit up from his couch, "Hey."
Cindy's mask was already down. She can see marked scars around his body from the battles he faces and lives on to keep getting more. Just seeing it made her senses dull and her own vagina wet. While she notices how he was eyeing her, from her now perk breast to her now wet vagina; her male counterpart can feel his hormones crying out loud for her.
But he also notices how tired she was and how red her eyes were, "You look stressed," anything else he wanted to say was thrown out the left field with Cindy dashing towards him and furiously made lip to lip contact. He wasn't surprised to feel the aggression behind her kiss and gave one backbiting her lip, and sucking her own. The male counterpart was now completely given into his hormones, and tore off her clothes revealing her naked, well-built body of hers.
Cindy let him suck on her tits, let him rub her wet vagina, and especially almost let him take control. But that isn't how it is, he has to fight for control just like always. She pushes him back to the couch and takes off the lower half of his costume revealing his hard, throbbing penis of his. She again kept off with her kissing while rubbing his penis with her hands. He groans in pleasure in between the rubbing and kissing; she immediately maneuvers her body while still kissing him, and inserts his penis inside her.
Like always, she preferred how well he fits into her and how much of they're senses take over. Making the outside world loud noise smaller and nonexistent.
Some chapters are done, others are left to be done and created, but here's the first taste of more to come. See ya whenever.