* SPINNING / JENNY

featuring @partyhcrdy, @araniiita, @mjwatscnx and @spdergwns.

          “that makes two of us, then.” cindy’s face is shaping to a grimace as she eyes the failed attempt at cookie dough. “are you sure they don’t sell that prepackaged stuff here? because that would be a lot easier than attempting to make...” her nose scrunches as she inspects the bowl once more. “whatever this is supposed to be.” curiosity causes the girl to get a bit of the mix on the wooden spoon she’d been using to combine the ingredients, tasting the slightest bit of their concoction. “it’s... salty? anya, why is it salty?” dropping the spoon, cindy’s nudging the bowl aside with her elbow before she turns away from it, leaning her hip against the kitchen’s counter. “well... that was a flop. do you know how to make anything else?” 

        brows raise when peter offers to walk cindy back to the mansion, an abundance of mischievous thoughts already begin to brew in the back of her mind. “wow, petey, that’s a really generous offer.” she’s stepping up to the buildings edge, overlooking the city as it begins to wind down and prepare for yet another busy day come sunrise. she begins to tightrope walk the raised edge, arms extended outward to aid in her balance despite the fact that she didn’t really need the help. “wouldn’t it be more fun if we... raced home?” cindy is quick to turn on her heels to face the other, hands lifting for the mask of her suit. once it’s pulled up over her mouth, cindy’s flipping backward off of the ledge, a hand extended in the direction of the building that settled on the other side of the street, not too far from where she stood moments ago. her webbing secures to the brick. in just a few short seconds, she’s on her feet once again, waving a hand for peter to join her from the adjacent rooftop. 

       it’s the other’s offer that has cindy sure that peter had decided to keep their classmate in the dark about all things spidey. which meant in true spider solidarity, cindy would do the same. though one day, if mj should discover the identities of both she and peter, she’d have to offer a web-slung guide around manhattan. there was something about seeing everything from above that made the city seem less daunting. truthfully, it was cindy’s preferred viewpoint. “thanks, mj.” a smile graces her features as she reaches to link arms with the other girl. the city was vastly different from back in their time. cindy had always enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city, despite how crazy things may get. the 70′s was a lot calmer, albiet there wasn’t much to hustle and bustle to. “so, how have you been filling up your days? i’m dying out here, scoob.” a bit of laughter leaves her. “i didn’t think i was one of those people who lost their minds without a cell phone but i miss netflix. that’s dumb, isn’t it?” 

     “leesh,” cindy hums, her hand slipping into that of her friend’s. though cindy had always harbored a habit to keep close to her feline friend, after felicia’s rough patch the last couple of days, she tried her best not to leave the other’s side. she couldn’t even imagine what felicia must have been feeling but that didn’t stop her from being there for her friend. cindy knew in her heart that had she been the one in need of a friend, felicia would’ve dropped anything to be by her side, too. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to sound like that. i just -” she’s absentmindedly swinging their hands for a moment. “i hate that you feel like this. that this... has such a hold on you, and makes you feel so crummy when you’re anything but. you... deserve so much better.” their hands come to a stop, and cindy maneuvers her grip to link pinkies with felicia’s. “i know all of this is your own personal feat to conquer but i just want you to know, you’re not going at it alone. you never were.” 

Cindy didn’t exactly hate having nothing to do in ‘73 -- well, it was ‘74 now, wasn’t it? -- Because silence meant things were okay, that there were no missions to embark on. She can see the silence driving other’s crazy, however she took this time out to raid one of the many libraries the mansion had to offer. It isn’t until she’s flipping the page to one of the books she’d checked out that she years a familiar voice in distress, her silk sense triggered only making her grow more concerned. She tucks the book under her arm and cautiously makes her way down the hall where the source of the noise had been, the only logical room it could’ve came from being the training gym. When dark hues catch sight of a familiar head of snowy white curls, Cindy is quick on her feet to approach her friend, falling to her knees in hopes of consoling the other. “Cat, what happened? Are you hurt?” She gives a preliminary glance around the room before Cindy sets the book aside a hand coming up to gently place at Felicia’s back. “Leesh, what happened? Is everything alright?” If anyone knew Felicia beyond the facade the charming feline put up, it was Cindy. The two had always had a way of getting one another, an inexplicable bond immediately forming after the two started to work together. So to see her friend like this was beyond heartbreaking for the girl. “Do you wanna get up? I can get you something to drink - some water, or something?” 

her brows furrow at the other, arms lifting to cross over her chest. she nears the other, watching as he messes with the webbing she’d previously shot at him. “i think you’re lying. i think you know about spider people, otherwise YOU wouldn’t have brought them up to begin with.” there’s a finger pointed at him, emphasizing her words with a poke to his chest. the whole reason she was here to fight as silk, and although she usually kept her identity under wraps, the other seemed harmless. “i know a thing or two about spider people. i’m cindy,” she says finally, removing the webbing from the other’s hand only to offer out her own to shake. “or silk.” 

There’s a nod at the other’s words. “If I was possessed, if someone I loved was possessed. Even without demons or possession puke is just a big no from me.” She scoots herself over when the other joins her, much more interested in the other woman than the film playing on the screen. “Couldn’t sleep? I resonate with that far too well. Usually it’s because I have too much on my mind. And let me tell you, just being here is a lot to take in.” Cindy was glad to join her fellow heroes and vigilantes in ’73 but it was still such a large feat to take on, one she wasn’t sure she’d be all that helpful joining.

Cindy can’t help the grin that is forming to her lips, blood rushing to the apples of her cheeks as a blush quickly moves across her features. The touch placed to her hips have Cindy leaning against his chest now, hands flat against him as she angles her gaze to meet Peter’s. “I did move away… kinda.” She was completely lost on how to tell Peter all of this, but she figured as soon as he knew she was Silk and that she knew he was Spider-Man, things in ’73 would be a lot easier. It also may give him an explanation as to why the two are quick to throw away any need for personal space when in the other’s presence - but Cindy doesn’t really mind this part too much. Her fingertips trail gently against the fabric of his shirt, gathering the material gently as she focuses on anything but his countenance. “I  know more about you than you think, but that’s because I’m like you.” Could you sound anymore cynical, Cindy Moon? “Peter, I know about Spider-Man.” It’s released in a huff, her stance never faltering as she remains in his arms. “I know about Spider-Man because we were both bit by the same spider. The same day. Minutes apart.” She pauses abruptly, well aware she can go on with her explanation but the last thing she wished to do was overwhelm him. “Are you following?”

it wasn’t like cindy to be so jumpy, but in ‘73 there was no saying what could happen. her silk-sense hadn’t even detected any danger... why did the other spook her so bad? she takes a few steps forward, eyes wide and apologetic before soon turning to a look of confusion. spider person? he knows about them? “i... you... know about spider people??” 

Sitting still wasn’t one of the things Cindy excelled at, especially when she’d only been free from the bunker for such a short amount of time. Though she was advised against leaving the grounds of the mansion, she found enjoyment in just exploring the campus. It was huge, definitely unlike anything in Midtown. Though when an unfamiliar voice is catching the girl off guard, a hand extends to shoot a trap of webbing around the other’s hands. “Oh I-” She stutters. She hadn’t recognized him but it’s obvious he wasn’t a threat of any kind. “That’s my bad. I’m so sorry.” 

“I get it. But he’s my friend. Unless someone wants to fashion that thing with two cans and a string, I don’t think I could be 50 feet away from him at all times.”  

“Woah! I mean, sure, I care about him a bunch. I dunno about all of that, though. Petey’s a really great guy, and an even better friend.”