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[ for all of penny’s energy - the nervous fidgeting, the long strings of texts, excitedly bouncing on her feet - she knows how to be quiet when the occasion calls for it. sneaking comes natural to her, thanks to years of hide and seek with uncle ben and growing up to be a bit of a wallflower. it’s translated into being spider-girl well; creeping on gun smugglers and ugly alien telekinetics is more or less the same, when you get down to it.

xu xialing’s plane touched down late morning, and penny’s been trailing her ever since. it’s been pretty boring overall, watching her from rooftops as her car brings her from one skyscraper to another - seriously who thought there’d be so many meetings in high rises? she can’t even properly eavesdrop, the drone in the suit can’t get a good listen through the glass and steel.

honestly, penny’s not even sure what she’s doing. xialing’s pretty cool and she’s been nice to her, all things considered. if she’s telling the truth, that she’s looking to reform the ten rings, then maybe penny should let it go. but if she’s not telling the truth, if she does have something else going on…

midday, and whatever business trip xialing is on has moved from glitzy business districts into residential neighborhoods of soho. she slips out of an alleyway as xialing passes with a couple of guards on foot, and falls into step next to her. ]

Hey.

[ she’s out of her costume, replaced by normal pair of jeans and hoodie. penny sips at a drink - boba, because she wasn’t kidding, there’s a great place nearby - and glances over. ]

How’re you liking New York?

[ she really, really hopes that xialing was joking about kidnapping her, because otherwise, this is a really stupid idea. ]

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[ new york, 1947.

the facts were these: there was a vigilante in new york, prowling and stalking through the streets of manhattan. citizen’s arrests weren’t uncommon exactly, and more than one yahoo had tried to “pick up cap’s shield,” especially after the new movie with tyrone power and ingrid bergman. but they tended to try and hog the spotlight, hype themselves up legitimate heroes. the new vigilante hadn’t been seen by public eyes, content to tie up robbers and muggers in front of the police station in some strange organic rope.

the rumors were different. the criminals caught were babbling about a demon with giant, gleaming eyes, who dodged their blows and bullets as if made out of smoke. people made reports about some humanoid creature scuttling up the sides of buildings, or flying through the air. jameson, who ran the daily bugle, claimed to have been visited by “the spider-man,” who’d given him a brief about the housing commissioner’s ties to the maggia. a week after jameson’s article, the commissioner resigned in a wave of scandal.

though the spider-man wasn’t alone. people talked in hushed whispers, everybody had a friend of a cousin who’d seen something. this man could burn people with electricity, that one had skin like a reptile. things were changing.

and one night, penny parker knocks on the window to the SSR’s offices. she’s suspended upside-down, hanging on her webbing. whoever glances out will certainly be able to see a few details: an enormous pair of red-tinted goggles, a cap, a dark scarf covering the rest of her face, a red motorcycle jacket. she gestures (gloved hands, of course) towards the roof, holds up five fingers, and zips off.

a few minutes later, penny hops over the edge of the roof and waits. ]

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