All This Static (marvel.)

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CHAPTER 4.
"You Do Know Crime Doesn't Pay"

Despite the fact traffic outside was nonexistent, and everyone within a two-block radius was sound asleep, Cindy Moon couldn't help but stay awake. She felt as restless as the city, and on top of that, everything was so loud. After watching the hand on her clock complete it's journey for the second time, Cindy couldn't help but groan. It was officially Monday, and she had gotten zero sleep.

Deciding a rational sleep schedule was an unachievable goal, Cindy quietly got up from her bed and turned on her lamp. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the bright light, and then her gaze began to immediately fall on her computer. It had been two weeks, four days and thirty-six hours had passed since Cindy had broken into Oscorp. In that time, she had learned next to nothing. It was obvious she'd need another plan of action. The only issue was, Cindy's brain was sucked dry of ideas.

The floor was ice cold against Cindy's feet as she slowly crept out of her room, deciding to ignore her warm bed and frustrating computer. It was a good time to get air, Cindy decided, heading up to her apartment's rooftop. Everyone else in the building sounded like they were asleep, save for whoever was blasting Lana Del Ray a few doors down. Aside from the extra noise, Cindy was completely alone and undisturbed in her trek up the stairs. The door to the roof was unlocked, and Cindy opened it to be greeted by the frigid night air.

Suppressing a shiver, Cindy walked closer the edge of the roof, gravel crunching loudly beneath her feet. Her arms and most of her legs were bare, the tank top and shorts she wore to bed doing no favors in keeping her warm.

Once upon a time, she would've been terrified to sit so close to the edge. But now, Cindy was carelessly swinging her legs in the air, perched between the harsh concrete rim of the roof and what was at least a five-story drop. The ever present static was still dwelling in the back of her mind, and Cindy sighed, wondering if she'd even truly get a moment of quiet.

It appeared that answer would be; hell no why would you even think that, as a flash of unnatural light flooded the streets below. Most New Yorkers were pretty used to crazy shit happening in the middle of the night, but it was still an ungodly hour for what appeared to be more ungodly acts of mayhem.

And just like that, an entire city let out a groan of annoyance.

Normally, Cindy wouldn't be bothered to do anything. She would go back inside, where it was warm and where she could try going back to sleep. Unfortunately, Cindy was tired of staring up at her ceiling, and her adrenaline was pumping at the mere thought of action. Her nerves tingled, body shaking with excitement. The static was back in full swing, and Cindy moved without much thought. Next thing Cindy knew, she was jumping over the gaps in rooftops, sprinting towards the commotion.

Hardly breaking a sweat, Cindy found herself with a perfect view of the crime scene; it looked like some simple B&A with some less than simple weapons. She recognized them from clips on the news, meaning whatever the crooks had, was highly dangerous, illegal, and possibly alien in origin.