Owner	Pose
Cindy Moon	Cindy leaps quietly, rooftop to rooftop, occasionally throwing a web-line out of her fingertips for a little extra 'oomph' in her traversal. She slows as she reaches the top of a dim alley in Harlem. Muted voices rise from its shadows, forming an odd counterpoint to the distant hum of city life. It doesn't take her enhanced senses long to discern the imbalance of power -- six against one. Peering into the dimness, she sees six guys forming a loose semi-circle around a lone figure pressed up against a grimy brick wall. The lone man's breath comes fast and shallow, his eyes darting between his antagonists. The guy in the middle, likely the leader, leans in, his voice dripping with menace. "Think you can run from us?" Above them, unbeknownst to the group, Cindy slings a with a quiet *THWIP* and lowers herself silently onto a fire escape, shrouded by the darkness. From up high, the shapes below are silhouettes, their conversation barely more than murmurs in the wind. But her heightened senses pick up everything ? the quiver in the lone man's voice, the shuffle of feet, the low chuckles of the group. She knows she should step in. But her curiosity holds her back, just for a moment. Who are they? What does the lone man owe them? What's their story? But the alley isn't a stage, and there's a real threat in those voices. Her hesitation dissolves when the leader's hand suddenly clenches into a fist, inches away from the lone man's face. With practiced ease, Cindy sends out another web strand and lowers herself stealthily behind the unsuspecting group. The leader's fist remains hanging in the air, the tension palpable. The lone man closes his eyes, bracing for the blow. And then, out of nowhere, a voice pipes up, its tone light and teasing. "Soooo.. wha'cha guys up to? I mean, besides parole violations." The leader's fist drops as he and his group whirl around. Silk is there, hanging upside down from one of the fire escapes, her red mask covering the bottom half of her face as her black hair dangles freely, her feet loosely clasping the web-line above her to keep her straight. The leader starts to say something, but Cindy holds up her free hand, finger outstretched. "Hold up. Sorry..." Then she plucks out a couple of earbuds, tucking them into a pocket of her suit that wasn't readily obvious. "Okay, sorry. Now go."
Conner Kent	Muggering in New York, it sounds like a very bad idea given how many vigilantes/super-heroes are in the Big Apple. But really, how many patrol every night? Not that many. And New York is huge. Conner, really, no longer patrols every night. Since college is tough in the last year, and besides, he spends time in other places. Like Gotham, and... New Krypton. Which still feels weird. But he sometimes just needs a break. Breathe some polluted city air - it is an acquired taste, don't judge. Get a cat down a tree. Stop some a mugging. Which he was going to, but he halts a few yards over the street. Someone else is there, doing the same, and she spoke first. Awkward. So, he politely (?) lands at the other side of the alleyway, and walks towards the thugs without any hurry. "Hey, nice night, ain't it? Yeah, 'go now'. I mean, I am curious too." They might have picked a dark place for their business, but the red S in his chest is pretty visible, he left the leather jacket home because it looks odd to wear one in August.
Cindy Moon	Superboy lights on the other side of the alley. /All/ attention turns that way... including Silk's, the upside down Spider's eyes going a little wide. Just as the leader starts to speak again, there's a woman's voice from within Silk's costume. "Did you just put me on speakerphone?" "Oh, crap. Sorry. I though it would put you on hold," Silk says, still hanging there upside down. "Hey, I need to--" "Have you never used Bluetooth before?" "I have! I guess I never paid any attention to what the phone does when you take the earbuds out. Or these are just fancier. But listen, Super--" "Of course they're fancier. It's SHIELD tech. You can't just go buy them at Walmart." The entire group seems dumbstruck by the entire thing, apparently unsure if they should be attacking, running, or letting Silk finish her conversation. Their eyes turn furtively between Superboy and Silk. Unhelpful to their decision making process, Silk raises her hand and mimes a mouth opening and closing, rolling her eyes. "Kim, I gotta go. Superboy's here." "Uhhh.. is that a SHIELD thing?" "No, it's.. oh my God. Kim! Hang up!" "Fine. Jeeze." There's a beep and then there's silence. Confused silence hangs in the air for another ominous second, and then everyone starts going for weapons at once. Silk drops from her web, handing lightly in a crouch, and three web-lines streak out from her hands, wrapping around half of the aggressors and binding their arms to their sides.
Conner Kent	Conner looks up at Silk doing, weeeeell... this is why you shouldn't take phone calls when patrolling. Not that he doesn't, but it is in Robin advice for super-heroes. But at least the reads those memos. (It was all Impulse's fault, anyway). He smirks, giving a thumbs up to Cindy, than turns to the muggers. "Stop gaping, it is kinda rude listening to other phone calls, you know?" He walks forward, to close conversation distance. "Anyway, what is going on? Do you have a really, really good explanation or should we go directly the part where you are all beaten up and waiting for the cops to take you to the hospital."
Cindy Moon	Conner makes the reference to eavesdropping and Silk perks up. "Right?! Thank you!" With a jerk of that webbing, she slings her three captives off to the side and then fires out more bursts *thwip* *thwip* *thwip*, pinning them to the wall of the alley. The other three, however, have already wheeled on Superboy, raised their pistols, and opened fire gang-style on the Kryptonian superhero at nearly point blank range, filling the alley with the sounds of gunfire.
Conner Kent	Conner's eyes widen slightly when the gangers decide to shoot at him. Really? He needs better intimidation skills. "I am bulletproof, you really..." oh, not listening. He glances back very quickly to make sure no one is behind him, and then jumps out of the way of the bullets because ricocheting bullets are nasty. And he was maybe bluffing about sending the muggers to the hospital. Was. Now he is seriously considering it. Because that was them trying to kill him, dumb as it was. So, they have upgraded from muggers to would-be murderers. He steps forward and hits the chest of closest one with the palm of his hand, cracking a couple ribs and sending him flying into the others. At some point he also grabbed his gun with his other hand. It was very fast. There might be a broken finger. "Wrong life choices," he states, picking up the other two guns and breaking the barrels. "It was just a question, talking is easier and would have given you a better chance to hurt me, seriously. I bet you wouldn't tried guns with Spider-man or Daredevil."
Cindy Moon	"/Ow!/" Silk complains after the gunfire, raising her finger to her temples even as Superboy is punching one of the goons -- and then suddenly holding his gun -- and he's bowling over his buddies. She blinks, watching the three of them groan on the ground even as Conner breaks their guns in half like they were.. nothing. It's one thing to hear the stories and see the news. It's really another to see it in person. Silk was /fast/, like Bullet-Time fast, and that Silk-Sense really helped her stay out of trouble... but she could barely keep up with what just happened. *Thwip* *Thwip* *Thwip* Like the others, however, she webs them down to make sure they don't try to get up and make a run for it. "What do you mean Spider-Man?! What am I, chopped liver?" she asks, though her eyes are squinting in amusement over her mask. "Gotta say, though.. the hype doesn't do you justice. That was next-level." "Uhhhh... can I go?" the man that the goons had been trying to accost chimes up. "That depends," Silk says. "Do you have any active warrants?" "No!" "Then beat feet. I'll text the cops. I've got a guy." "Thanks, Superboy!" the man says, turning and running out of the alley. Silk just stands there, arms held up slightly at her sides. "It's like I'm not even here..."
Conner Kent	"Those webs are sure useful..." observes Conner. Then he registers her comment, "wait, I meant that they would have surrendered to Spi... er... are you Spider-Woman?" He thought the outfit would be red-er, and he is not sure if there were webs with Spider-Woman. He grins, looking hesitant for a moment. "I mean; the past couple years there has been a good number of new people following Spider-Man's example, right?" He adds, "and he didn't even have to die and vanish for years," contrarily to, say, a certain Kryptonian person. "Er... anyway, I am Superboy, nice to meet you."
Cindy Moon	Silk reaches into a... pocket... of her suit (who knows how THAT got there) and pulls out a phone, swiping through a few screens. There's an NYPD badge that appears on the screen for just a moment, and then some more texting. "Well, I'm.. /a/.. Spider-Woman," Cindy answers distractedly, but before she can really elaborate on what that means, there's the comment about following Spider-Man's example... With the lower half of Silk's face covered by a red mask, it's hard to see her whole expression, but even if you're just looking at her eyes, it's not hard to tell how unenthused she is by that comment. "I am /not/ following Spider-Man's example," she sighs. "It's a... long story. And we should probably..." She sticks her phone back into that pocket and thumbs over her shoulder and makes a little clicking noise with her mouth. "Meet you on the roof, if you want." And then, a moment later, she's lifting a hand. Two unique strands of webbing *thwip* out from her fingertips, and a moment later, she's landing in a crouch on the top of one of the buildings. A moment later, she's walking over... and then casually walking up one of the vertical legs of a small water tower, her dark hair dangling behind her.
Conner Kent	Oh uh. Looks like Conner has managed to put his foot in his mouth (again). Something wrong between this Spider-Woman and Spider-Man? Something he probably shouldn't know. He watches her go. And then looks at the thugs. He usually would stay to talk to the cops, but... curiosity is a thing. And he does want to meet her in the roof. Although, as mental note: do not mention Spider-Man. Conner still remains for half a minute, making sure none of the thugs is badly injured (particularly the one he hit) or asphyxiating. Which they aren't, despite various states of panic and stress. They probably deserve that. So, flying up to the rooftop. Because meeting new people is always fun. Except when they try to kill you, which only happens a couple times a month.
Cindy Moon	Silk sits -- on the /side/ of the water tower. Not the top. Not the bottom. Her feet flatten against the side of it, and she leans back against it, letting her eyes drift for a moment up towards the sky. Her dark eyes peer out above the red buff she wears. "The name's Silk, by the way," she says. Beat. "But we've met, before." Another beat, and she reaches up, tugging down her mask so that it hangs loosely around her neck. "You've already shown me yours. Seemed rude not to show you mine." There's a little smile. It had been a couple of years, and she was only an intern at the Daily Planet. It's not even a guarantee he remembered her at all. She holds up a little peace sign with the red-colored fingers of her otherwise black glove. "At the Daily Planet?"
Conner Kent	Conner spots her odd sitting place and considers, that must be a spider thing. Then just 'sits' in front of her, in the air, cross-legged. "You don't need to..." he stats. Ah, too late. Except he has never seen her. Wait, Daily Planet. That rings a bell. "Ah," beat, "the intern," and of course he can't remember her name. Although he remembers her face, vaguely. "Man, that was years ago. You have really good memory, and I probably need a mask." But he grins. "You know? I never got to ask you for your phone number, back then. I really wanted to. But it was a busy day there, I suppose. Did you get a permanent job at the Planet?"
Cindy Moon	"I do," Silk muses, smiling a bit at his reference to her as simply 'the intern.' "Better than most, anyway. Have you tried mixing it up, thought? You don't necessarily need a mask. You /could/ do something stupid and just wear glasses all the time when you're not being Superboy.... you know, the spy ones for kids with the funny nose and mustache to hide your identity?" It's the comment about asking for her number that seems to make her choke, though, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she coughs. "/My/ number?" As if that just... wasn't a thing that happened. Her hand comes up to slip under her hair and rub the back of her neck awkwardly. "Um... no. I was stuck as an intern for a couple of years because...." Because reasons she didn't really want to elaborate on. Her eyes shift a little. "Well, regardless.. I've got a job with SHIELD, now. It's why I'm in New York. I guess I made an impression. And I /just/ started seeing someone.. so.. I guess I should have come back to New York a while ago."
Conner Kent	"Ah, but reporting nowadays is already almost like being a super-hero," mentions Conner with a faint smirk. "It really should be easier for people like us, hmm?" He pauses, then loses the smile. "Now, being in SHIELD agent is also like being a super-hero, except it is kind the opposite of being a reporter. All the secrets and, well, masks." He pauses, then he adds, "I think I rather have the phone number of a reporter than the phone number of a member of SHIELD. Hell, they probably already have my phone number is the data base, I am not good at keeping a secret identity."
Cindy Moon	"Well, I can make a few phone calls back at the Planet and see if I can swing Lois Lane's number for you, but I heard she and Clark got engaged." Silk shrugs faintly, smiling. "Peter Parker works for the Bugle. I can probably swing his number for you. Pun intended." She smiles, then, and reaches up to brush her hair back behind her ear. "SHIELD has been interesting so far, to be sure. Not /quite/ as interesting as just being back in New York has been. But.. New York is to Metropolis what Gotham is to New York, you know? A little bit of culture shock, coming back after a couple of years." There's a little tilt of her head. "Do you mostly stay around New York? I guess, for someone that can fly into space, it's not that big of a deal for you /where/ you stay.."
Conner Kent	Peter who? Oh, the guy that takes pictures of Spider-Man. "Nah, I hate the Bugle, it is a rag." He does smile when Cindy mentions being back to New York. "Ah, yeah. I was born in Metro, but I much prefer New York. It is less sterile and livelier. Gotham? That place is a dump. Bad weather, smog, lots of crazies and bats. Do not recommend you at all." Never waste a chance to badmouth Gotham, it is a tradition. "Anyways. Yes, I live in New York. At least for now. I am graduating college soon and the rent here is insane, so likely moving out to a smaller town. Not sure yet. Not likely to space, I don't fly that fast."
Cindy Moon	"Wait... seriously? I thought you guys came from outer space or something." Cindy wrinkles her nose a little shrugging. "Admittedly, there's a chance I'm not exactly up on my Super-lore. Come to think of it, I probably do what everyone does with all us Spiders and lumps them into one big pot. I really need to investigate my own personal biases." Apparently antsy from sitting still (or at least just ready for a change of position), Silk turns and scurries the rest of the way up onto the tower, flipping herself up so that she's just sitting on the edge of the cone-shaped top. "So.. you go to college? That's pretty cool. What do you study?"
Conner Kent	Conner laughs, "not me. Krypton was destroyed fifty years ago. Actually Superman and Supergirl were sent to Earth in small spaceships and spend much of the trip in hibernation," he explains, super-summarizing a really long, long story. "But I am half-human. I am not part of the Justice League, so no spaceships or swanky space station." He flies up to catch up with her at the top of the tower. "I am about to finish my journalist major at the ESU. I have a rented studio in the village and a burned down house in Hawaii I am going to sell to finish paying college."
Cindy Moon	Cindy blinks, sitting up a little straighter and setting her hands on the edge of the water tower roof on either side of her legs. "So.. wait. Can I ask you where you're from, then? Don't say Jersey. I mean.. like.. how do you have superpowers? How are you Superboy? Is that rude? I mean, I'll tell you my story, if you want. It's.. not super exciting, speaking of super stuff. But, I can't fly, either. So." Then there's another shake of her head. "Wait, you bought a house in Hawaii that burned down and you're going to sell it?.. for a profit?"
Conner Kent	"I lived in Hawaii for years," explains Conner, "loved the place. Then stuff happened, evil secret organization burned my house and... bad things happened." Which it is not something he wants to talk to a girl he just met. "As for me, it is a crazy story for maybe some other time," because also, it is loooong. "Funny thing is Kryptonians are genetically compatible with humans, which is why Supes was sent to Earth. Because he not only looked like a human, but he would be able to have a real family. You see, there was actually another 'Superman' eighty years ago. He was active briefly and helped the Allies in World War Two. And he was actually exploring Earth, because humans were incredibly similar to Kryptonians and that was very weird." He breathes deeply, "there is probably a good reason, and I bet it involves time travel or something that can cause brain damage just from knowing." Because it always does.