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penny parker and peggy carter - rooftop
[ 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. ]
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. ]
no subject
[ which is all that penny's going to give her hints for. at least until she opens her yap without meaning to again. ]
Any other questions, Agent?
no subject
How do I contact you?
no subject
[ she's not about to give her name to the fuzz, or instructions on how to find her. besides, there's such a thing as plausible deniability, and what penny does - well, it's not exactly legal. ]
Leave the film canisters on your windowsill tonight. I'll bring you what I've got next week.
no subject
Alright. We'll need to figure out a system at some point, for making sure we'll be in the same place, but we don't need to do that straightaway.
no subject
Put an ad in the paper.
no subject
no subject
You're the spy, lady. You tell me.
no subject
[She matches the shrug. This kid is funny, but she knows she shouldn't say that lest she seem rude.]