Chapter 9

Im happy that people noticed the previous chapter and a few lose threads that I left there.

Cindy is officially active! While I feel like some of you guys were against her becoming a hero. The name of the story and description is a lose representation of the story.

Sorry about the delay a BIG project that I hope goes well, since it could change my ENTIRE life around took my entire effort, dedication and a shit ton of work. If everything goes well then, let's just say it will be awesome and change not only my life but others as well.

Oh and I can finally do 8 pushups in a row, when I began it was only 2 and my runs are at 3K. But I cheated, I ate 2 burgers last week and I don't regret it. I finally said goodbye to coke and reduced my consumption of sugar. And what I didn't account for was that when I gained weight and proceded to eat healthy and excersise would make me have defined muscles. LESS FUCKING GOO!!! ABS HERE I COME. AND I'm at 76.5 KG! FOUR MORE!!!

Anyway, I'm thinking that the previews are a bad idea... So yeah, weekly updates more OR less.

Also if you don't like the story, character or plot GTFO, the door is completely open.

And to those flamers that have nothing better to do, you can flame my story, spam, insult me or other shit. But DON'T INSULT MY READERS OR MY REVIEWERS. I'm sure you have an opinion and you're more than welcome to leave a comment or insults but there is no need to keep reading if it bothers you so much.

I have to answer to someone this time cause he or she annoyed me too much.

Bobnog: No, that first comment ain't a plot hole. Clearly you're a reader, not a writer.

I do touch grass, my job makes sure I do and clearly you haven't been in a fight or witnessed one up close.

For my sanity I won't answer all your... Shortcomings as a reader.

Let me just give you an example of research something you clearly don't do for your Homework... Actually, nah. I'm not going to bother with numbers and info backed up by data, since you're most likely a flat earther and won't read. Just search these examples on Google. Desiree Rios, NYT writer. October 21 2021/

Statista Jan 27 2022 Child abuse in the U.S. - deaths per day due to abuse and neglect 1998-2020/ St. Joseph Catholic Orphanage/ Ninotsminda Orphanage/ and many many criminal charges against foster parents from the US oh and let's not forget the amount of children that are "lost" in the foster care system.

As for mental health, a simple description and videos by typing words like PTSD/mental health/ relapses/ anxiety in women and various cases of abusive and manipulative relationships and it's effect on victims. My writing comes from research not from fics of a child getting beaten for absolutely idiotic reasons and said child grows into an edge lord with little no character depth or development only gratification. With little to no moral compass or psychological ramifications aside from becoming a sociopath.

NO ANSWERS THIS TIME! UNTIL NEXT CHAPTERS I'll answer your comments. (foreshadowing to this week.)

NOW ONTO THE STORY!

"Girls I know it's been a week since that mess. But I didn't think about that happening. Mandy, Alana I am sorry for what happened. Erica, you and Cindy did great. Thank God you got out of there, if you didn't we would be in a lot of trouble." Michael paused "But it's good to see you both in good health. I was really worried about all of you. It also gave us brownie points. Meaning that were officially on the big leagues." He then proceeded to explain the next few shoots that are planned. After meetings and a shoot that came from nowhere I ended up having a shift at the subway I'm working at.

Which coincidentally is the closing time shift. I was excited to patrol today but, tomorrow there is a shoot at the new offices with a theme for women and empowerment in the new workplace. For which I don't give a shit, I just want my pay. After stopping a mugging and an armed robbery not much happened today. But my web swinging slowly gets better and better, my body is more responsive. It took some time to get better at this, a few pigeons came my way, what I didn't account for was the amount of stress I could go through.

Such as running from police officers, avoiding CCTVs and worst of all the hunger this sets for me, which is a problem I'm losing weight so I need to make more food. Which in turn is more spending and a lot of money is flying out the window. But at least I got a gift from my friends. Its an Xbox with a few games and I love them for it. Like I finally get entertainent that I can call my own. As the summer went to a close, thank good the shoots didn't cover swimsuits, I sure as hell I'm not comfortable wearing something that reveals that much skin. I'm extremely careful to not stand out on the streets, as well as constantly looking over my shoulder remembering faces and people that walk around me.

But one thing is making me get in trouble. Ever since that day at Erica's house my head does not agree with me sometimes. This leaves me to wake up in the middle of the night, with sweat running down my forehead and my heart thumping against my chest. Nightmares are coming every other day, and that thing that reminds me of those days at school when I had to watch over my shoulder.

On other news I noticed that I can run on 6 hours of sleep. Which lasts me for an entire day, classes resumed and a new semester sent me something I don't know how to properly handle.

"Five more ladies! Come on! Faster everyone FASTER!" The coach yells as everyone does suicide drills. Focusing on staying at third place makes it easier to not stand out. Missing almost all my shots on purpose and always having a light pace at the court makes it even more apparent that I don't want to get picked at a game and just be a bench warmer with the uniform on. The coach gets annoyed at me for not doing what she wants and she can't do anything. I don't want to play basketball this is just for credit and nothing else.

Yet as I'm sitting here looking at out team losing a game that it's obvious we won't be able. Since the team ace is currently sitting beside me cradling her knee as she presses a cold press over it.

"Moon, warm ups. You're going in so we can have a stronger last quarter." Rolling my eyes as I pretend to warm up. The third quarter was simple for me, pass the ball, dodge out of the way of that giant girl that is always pushing me out of the way, keep the ball away from hands of other girls, and dodge a few others trying to use their shoulders as a way to throw me off balance as they run. Clearly trying to cheat as the ref is blantly looking the other way.

'Shit' no one is open, a small idea comes over my head, it's stupid but meh, I don't have much to do here aside from losing this and that means extra practice. Exhaling deeply.

"Close your legs." I said as I bounced the ball between the legs of the girl blocking my path.

"Told you." I pointed out as she lost balance and fell on her back. Without much trouble our score is down by 2. 'Meh why not?' Shooting from almost halfway across the court as the yells from my teammates ring in my ears. The coach yelled at me for shooting, but the ball cleanly went into the hoop and the score is now on our favor.

'There's that, it's up to the rest to play to keep the score or lose.' As the break for the last quarter came around, I was ready to sit down and proceed to read. But to my surprise coach told me to just make sure Ana scored. I only nodded as the game resumed, but turns out that the team is not really playing well enough and the other team has a 2 point lead. I easily take the ball from a other giant girl, getting on the same spot I shot another one scoring us another 1 point lead. After that we went on defense winning by a single point.

I faked my panting as running in this court is not really a place to work up a sweat. "Ladies, great job. Moon, great passes and shots. Now hit the showers I'll see you on Tuesday." Coach said as everyone nodded and beginning to gossip with each other. "Moon, stay back a little." She says as I only nod forcing my breath to sound tired.

"Is something the matter coach?"

"Why?"

"I'm- What?"

"Why do you throw?"

"I mean I shoot and pass, it's kinda the same."

"I mean, why do you play bad on purpose." I feel my shoulders rise as I got caught.

"Not reall-"

"You're not a good liar, you completed every pass. Also your shot was precise, you know how to play so why throw?"

"To be honest, I kinda just want to get over my two semesters of playing basketball. It was either this or dancing and I have stage fright." I replied halfheartedly.

"Is that why?"

"Yes, I can't add anything to my schedule. I'm already late and I'm busy. My schedule is full. I know you want something from me coach, but I just want my degree and see where I go from there." She seems to be deep in thought.

"Listen Moon, Ana, she's the best player we have. But she could go pro, but she needs to work her ass off, You on the other hand have talent, you could get that sport scholarship that you want from Columbia."

"How do you know that?"

"I noticed that you're always third, no matter what type of exercise. You always hit the rim of the basket and you're fast." Fuck, how did she notice? I tried to keep it on the down low.

"Sorry coach, but its not for me, I don't want to play basketball. I'm perfectly fine as a seat warmer."

"You know... how about you think about it on the weekend and we can talk about this Tuesday."

"...Sure. Thanks coach."

That weekend came and went faster than what I thought. After basketball practice ended, as I was packing my stuff quickly since my shift at subway starts in an hour and I needed to get moving.

"Moon." The voice of the coach came from behind me.

"Yes coach?" I answer as my bag is slung over my shoulder.

"Did you think about what I said?" Her tone is friendly.

"Yes, and I don't want to play. I'm already busy to take this seriously." My reply comes from twenty minutes of rehearsing.

"No." My reaction is immediate.

"What?"

"No, that's my answer to your answer."

"I'm sorry but I can't play." She places a hand over my shoulder making me flinch as her gaze narrows.

"Oh, you don't understand. You can't say no." That look makes me feel my stomach contract.

"... I- ah what?" No answer escapes my lips.

"Listen kid, you're still young. If you go pro then-"

"But I don't want to play."

"And I don't care." She paused. "I know that you don't want to, but that's because you're young. You're only sixteen, you don't know what's good for you." She let me go as her gaze didn't leave me. Her eyes have something I can't recognize, it's terrifying.

"Ah- I. Um." My voice is not working, I'm trying to argue and it hits me. She has the same look mom had when she sued the school, that one look that she wanted something, that look that came before the box. My heartbeat is beating on my chest.

"It's okay; I can guide you to go pro." Her tone is sweet, as she caresses my face making me flinch. "You can look for me for advice, anything that troubles you only I can help. You're young; you don't know what happens later in life." Her words are enticing, but I know deep down that those words are wrong, fear creeps up on me as if that box is standing before me, waiting for me to get shoved into. "I promise." Wait that's not right, that word.

"No." I try to stand firm as my voice cracks before the pressure, my hands are shaking as I take a small step back, yet she follows.

"It's not about yes or no, because if you don't play, you will lose your current scholarship."

"You can't do that. I can-" My scholarship is what keeps me here, it's the reason I can have a future.

"You can raise a complaint about me. You'll only speed up the process of losing your scholarship." Her smile is what puts me off guard, she's completely sure that she will get away with it.

"I will do that... this is a stupid sport, I just want to graduate. I don't care about going pro, I don't need to take your orders-" My hands tremble.

"No, I'm guiding you to a greatness you can't see yet. You're too young. You don't know what's good for you, I do." She grabbed me by the shoulders. "Listen Moon, we can go to the dean right now and see where this whole… event, leads to." She guided me to the Deans office, she'll see that I'm a great student, I won't need to play that stupid sport, those dancing classes don't sound so bad.

"Coach." The voice of the man sounds over the room as we directly step into the room, without waiting for the secretary to let us through. "I wasn't expecting you to visit me at this hour usually it's about half an hou- Oh I didn't notice you were with someone." She smirked as I took a careful step into the office.

"Oh, you're." He snapped his fingers twice as his eye twitched. "MOON! You're our resident genius. I still have to thank you for that patent for that glue that lasts an hour, a complete waste of money." 'What?'

"It was an experiment, and it wasn't what I had in mind-" Before I could explain he glared my way.

"I know, but still you gave us something that is absolutely worthless." I flinched under his gaze, he sighed. "What can I do for you both?"

"Go ahead Moon, tell him what you want."

"Well... coach here is threatening me to play or I lose my scholarship." I explained with as little words as I could.

"Is that so..." His gaze went to the coach, who only smirked. "Why do you want her to lose that scholarship coach?"

"She has talent; if I'm not mistaken she's sixteen. Right?"

"Yes, I have her file around here somewhere. Anyway what's the problem?"

"Look, Jack, it's simple. She can go pro under my guidance, but she doesn't want to play because she wants her credit for curriculum and all that shit. But she's openly throwing games because she doesn't like to play. I said it before; she is my key to getting into an NBA team." She said as she walked towards the desk.

"So, you're saying she either plays or gets her scholarship... removed or lowered?"

"I don't know. Do you? Moon." She turned as she sat down on the desk; I saw how his hand moved towards her ass as she unzipped her tracksuit jacket.

"..." No words can leave my mouth.

"Look kid, I know what you want. You're an Orphan that didn't get adopted and you're just waiting to graduate." He got up as I froze, he's stepping closer, groping lightly coach's breast as he walked past. He's barely shorter than me, his hand touches my face. I flinch at the touch, remembering that pain came after. "Let's make a deal, you can get out now and I'll lower your hundred percent to let's say, what? Seventy percent?" He cupped my chin to look at him in the eye. "Or you can do what she does to make me happy and get what you want... I'm not against two women servicing me and you're not too bad looking." His eyes went to my chest as his thumb ran across my lips. Fear and panic rush through my body as his thumb brushed my lips.

"You're not saying no, so you want this..." He leaned in; my heart is hammering to my chest as my head just kept yelling at me to push. 'I can't do anything! I, don't, I.' I feel my breath coming in gasps as he got closer and closer. As I leaned back as my body only responded by moving back. My head struck the door, making pain go through my head and I had a small fraction of strength that my body willed. With as much strength as I could muster in my body I pushed him, he landed on his ass. It seems he lost balance, tears cloud my vision.

"So you won't do it... useless brat." He got to his feet as he brushed his suit. "That was enough of an answer, right now, right here. You either suck my dick with her and keep your scholarship or you lose it entirely." His voice is emotionless as his tone makes an icy statement. 'GET OUT! GET AWAY! MOVE!' My mind yells at me as I just run out the door, campus is kinda empty as it's late. Yet I find myself crying on the bathroom.

I don't get it? I can do amazing things, I can lift cars and even a bus, but why do I feel so powerless? Why do I feel like I'm something that doesn't deserve to live? I cry my eyes out, as shame fills my head. If I did THAT, I would have it, but... if I did I would go back over and over... my tears don't escape as I take a seat in bathroom stall and keep crying. My mind keeps telling me that I'm a coward, that I can't do anything for myself. It seems good deeds like saving random people is just as worthless as I am. A loud "CRASH" makes its way to my ears pulling me out of my thoughts, followed by steps.

"I told you, you don't matter; you're just a useless brat. Look where it got you." Coach's voice comes from the bathroom.

"How?" I croak out.

"People tend to listen when you suck enough cock." I can't even react to what she's saying. "You can get it back, but you need to listen to me."

"No, you don't get it."

"I don't need to; I have you by the ovaries. So you either do what I say or you'll end up in the streets." I feel the urge to punch her, to not hold back and make her say sorry. But... I can't, she's right.

"I can't pay for the reduction to my scholarship. So I can't play."

"It's two hundred bucks, you can't have your family pay that?"

"..."

"Moon answer me."

"You just don't get it? Do you? I have 2 jobs and a ticking clock over my head to find a place to live in."

"I don't give a shit about you, or what you do. You either play well and you keep your hundred percent scholarships."

"Really?" I feel hope rise in my chest. "I don't have to do THAT? Right?"

"No, he just followed my orders. Men think with their dick, if you know what to do then they'll do anything you want." I can't even argue against her.

"Fine... I'll play, just I need the scholarship." I opened the stall door.

"Good." She said as she extended her hand, sealing something that I can't do much.

Just like that, my life for the next semester got dictated by her; at least she's not intruding in my time to patrol or working hours. And no more threats of sucking on dick. That threat she likes to use always sends shivers down my spine.

"Moon, speed up!"

"I can't." I say aloud keeping the appearance of being tired.

"I don't give a shit! RUN!" I grumbled as I sped up a little making it easy to make it look like I got faster.

"Good." She said as she smiled. It's weird, she smiles like she's proud, she talks like she likes me. She asks me for when I work and what I do for work. I think she wants something more... but I can't do much... and as things weren't hard the rest of the team is either gossiping about me or glaring my way since I took Ana's place. The basketball season went by with us going undefeated, and as November rolled around I noticed that stress is getting to me. I invited my friends to the final game against Columbia, which at least took place in our college.

I made sure to keep the score tied, passing the ball, shooting with precision and keeping the game almost even. I dodged a few elbows that went towards my face, a few kicks to my knees, hell I even dodged a ball coming at my face. Eventually the game ended with us winning and an extremely sour taste in my mouth as we won in the end by twelve points ahead.

"Moon, great job! Just stay a bit behind." She said with that smile I know, I lower my head straight into my dirty old shoes. My friends seemed to wave at me, as someone else approached me. He's wearing a fancy-ish jacket. "Hi, I'm Forrest Moore. I'm a scout, you miss, could get places." This just made me feel uncomfortable. "Oh, I... um." My answer came out barely but a familiar scent filled my nose.

"Hey Cin, what's up?" Erica's voice came in sweetly with her usual charm.

"Oh, um just give a sec I was about to go change."

"Sure and who is this?"

"He's a talent scout." I answer back as she takes out her phone, I can see Michaels name on her screen. Coach looks angry at out interruption.

"Oh really? I hope you're not trying to poach our talent? Are you?"

"I wasn't aware you were a..."

"A model, yeah I work as a model for an agency." My answer comes swiftly as I can see coach's eyes narrow.

"Michael, hi. I'm here with Cin, and she's about to get poached into playing basketball." She just rips the band aid off, not even bothering to listen as she hands me her phone.

"Hi Mich-"

"You're getting scouted? No, absolutely not! You're not getting poached my management, put me on speaker!" I follow his command. "Listen whoever you are. You're not taking my talent that I carefully scouted." 'He didn't but whatever...'

"No, I mean I wasn't going to... she has a lot of talent."

"You're not going to do anything. Cindy, do you want to play basketball?"

"No." My reply came swiftly.

"There's your answer so don't come near her." Michael's voice came with power. "Cindy, if anything happens I'm your agent. Call me." He said as he hung up, turning to look at everyone around me I notice 2 things, Erica is pleased and coach is livid. 'What the fuck just happened.'

"So you're a model already, well a shame, if you want a career change before you graduate. Keep my card." He handed me the card but coach snatched it up.

"Moon, I didn't know you were a model."

"She's a professional model."

"My bad, professional model can I speak with you." She turned to Erica who's just standing there. "Alone." Nodding in her direction she took a step back as we moved to when it's just us two and a gym that is slowly getting less and less crowded.

"So you're a model, makes sense you're pretty." Her hand reached towards my face, running through my hair that is reaching my shoulders. Only for her to step closer as she pulled it to her mouth, the pain is familiar as my ear is beside her ear. "Look here you piece of shit, I don't know how or why you got yourself a manager, or care about what you don't like. You both quit your job and call this number or you won't be able to pay for your education. You're my chance to get into coaching NBA teams and you're fucking this up for me." Her tone is serious; she moved the hair behind my ear. "Since you're so pretty, maybe I can sell that image. Yeah, you have a good face and bright eyes." She glances down.

"Go home, call that guy and tell him you want that opportunity."

"I can't do that, I can get fired."

"Yes, you can, or you're out of a future." She smirks. "Actually, go home and take a few pictures without a shirt send them to me and we can arrange about that scout later." She turned around as I can only feel like a noose is around my neck. I want to cry, to scream to punch... but I can't do anything.

"You alright?" A hand gets placed on my shoulder as Mandy's voice reaches my ears. I want to say no, but this is my problem, I need to find my way out of this situation.

"Yeah, I'm good." I replied immediately.

"... Sure, hey we're going to go have dinner, it's on us. Come on." Mandy said as she motioned for me to move while pulling my hand, a small smile appeared in my face as she held my hand.

After dinner ended I can recall the past few months, I mean stress is getting to me. My back is absolutely tense as thoughts run through my mind, the next semester is ending and I can't for the life of me keep going to the coach. Can I take the pictures?... No, that would be only more material for her. Thinking heavily of what I can do, there is one option of what I can do and that is get into massive debt, ignore the coach and pay that with my money from my pocket. I may even need to sell the reactors... but where do I sell them. Right now I had to use them as night lamps, I'm even questioning why did I create them? They can't be used for shooting since its too strong and people may come after me.

"What do i do now?" I feel so useless. 'Mom was right, could I even return? No, Mom placed me in this situation knowing I would be alright. As I lifted my head I noticed something placed in my door.

Red letters are scrawled on it. 'Go to the reception and find me or else you're EVICTED.' Grabbing the paper and walking to the reception hoping to find that piece of shit. "What is this?" His fat ass is sitting on an office chair watching some sitcom I don't recognize. He lazily looks over to me.

"Oh its you...It's what it says." He replied.

"But you said two years. It's been seven months." I reply

"Listen sweetie. I. Am doing a favor, to someone I know." He paused as he muted the TV. "And recently I came to the decision that I don't give a shit. So you either pay more or you're out." His gaze is looking at my eyes, which unnerves me to no end.

"...how much?" I grumble out.

"Five hundred more." That is a heavy hit to my economy, again.

"You're leaving me without food."

"So? Get a loan or some shit, not my problem and it better be on time!"

"Come on! I can't get that much, I'm at two jobs."

"Or you could do me a favor with that snappy mouth of yours." He now looks at my lips.

"Fuck you, fucking pig. I'm sixteen." I reply as I'm about to turn around.

"I don't care, you look eighteen, hell its even hotter that you're young."

"Fucking pig, fuck you." I reply as I glare at him.

"That's a no, so that means a hundred more on this month's rent." I was about to snap but he smirked. God do I hate those fucking smirks.

"..." My glare intensified.

"Or you could do the other thing and you get your regular payment, maybe I could forget about late payments either way."

"..Additional six hundred... Fine." I grumbled as I'm trying to rationalize what I need to do in order to live.

My back is completely tense, I'm not even on the mood to go and patrol. Hell everything is going to shit really fast. Setting everything down and starting to prepare dinner. Checking my cheap laptop and logging in into my email a faculty mail saying that I owe the school for the next semester as my scholarship is terminated. I want to just cry my eyes out, to curl up as I feel how the pressure around me is getting even harsher. 'I can't do this.' But the sound of a heartbeat pulls me out of my thoughts as I feel danger in my proximity. The entire apartment is dark and I can see minimal traces of dust from combat boots in the carpet. 'I don't have those.' I shrug, as I need to relax, but I know a woman is here, the deodorant she uses smells all the way here. I still move to prepare dinner after all I need to relax.

"You can come out, if you were here for stuff you would've taken my Xbox and the cutlery. Come on out! Dinner should be ready in twenty." I said aloud as a woman appeared, she has short dark brown hair and great looking bright dark blue eyes.

"You can take a seat and don't speak, cooking time is for silence and it helps me relax so please. I need to relax" I can't help but say aloud as she stepped into the light. "Also." I stare out the window into the building near me and at the barely visible roof where someone with what looks like a- is that a bow? "Tell that guy to stop aiming at me it's annoying, and that he's free to join us for dinner." I say as I proceed to keep making dinner. The woman lets the other guy in, sighing as he begins to look around and more specifically at me. I need to relax and my senses telling me danger is just adding to the pressure.

Turning towards him as I'm almost done making chicken breast with cream, cheese and parmesan; while the pasta is almost done. "You can watch TV. I think the Knicks play today, or watch Star Wars Episode 5 should be airing on some channel, don't remember which one." Twenty minutes later dinner is ready and I place the table as I did so much when I was little. Fork, spoon over a napkin, plate and knife on the other side. A glass in front of each one on the small table for four people.

"Dinner is ready." Instantly both appear as the TV gets turned off. I'm freaking out internally as I feel that running now won't let them catch me. I think I'm too fast for them, but its just two that means that more should be outside monitoring. Serving myself almost half of the food I set my plate, followed by serving both of them. The table has both plates served and placing the biggest bottle of coke I have on the table makes it complete the Coke at least is cold from staying in the fridge.

Both look stiff as I begin to eat calmly enjoying that the recipe can't be compared to Erica's mom. They begin to eat, making me stop as I stare at them, my head begins to pound and my shoulders tense up.

"This is good." The other guy says aloud as he looks like he enjoys the food.

"Thanks a mom's friend taught me how to cook, I mean I had a basic idea but she helped me make something edible." I smile lightly as the memory of burnt butter makes its way through my mind.

"So... You live by yourself, right?" The woman speaks as she hesitantly takes a rolled pasta and chicken into her mouth. I only hum in agreement.

"Cindy Moon, that's my name by the way, but you knew that." The nervousness washes away as I take that confidence from Silk as I gently tighten the scarf around my neck and keep eating.

"So you're Silk." The woman says aloud not bothering to hide it.

"...Yeah, that's me." I raise an eyebrow as if it obvious, I take a gulp of coke. If they start attacking no way can I get beaten.

"You're just a kid."

"Not really a kid, more like-"

"A teenager."

"Technically I'm seventeen months away from an adult so, absolutely, yes I am." The guy smirks as a giggle leaves my mouth after my joke.

"How do you even afford this place? I mean New York and you have a kitchen, loving room and a room and bathroom." I stare at him with a deadpan expression.

"Are you really asking that?" I stare at him as the logo of an eagle embroidered on the breast of said woman's jacket, makes my head bang once again. "You're from where? Because if you guys were the FBI then I would be already punching and kicking, the CIA a sniper would be shooting at me as a drone shoots missiles. That logo I don't recognize it." Both stop as they tense up from my comment, hands are now on the knife and their hips.

"Chill out. I'm eating this moment is sacred, as well as when I get sleepy after eating." Another forkful makes its way to my mouth.

"Were from Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. Or-"

"SHIELD? Really?" My head pounds as if a drum is playing right now, as the passing memory of a government division that could've killed with the push of a button killed thousands. But it gets swept away as warmth goes from my forehead all the way to my back. Clenching my eyes as a headache gets harder to focus but using what little mental stability I have, the image slips from my mind leaving only a faint memory.

"That's a lot of food." The woman says as she notices the amount of food on my plate that I'm about halfway done.

"No kidding that's as much as some muscle heads eat."

"Oh, this is just so I don't get tired. I need the caloric intake or I'm going to be lethargic or with a big headache for the next day." I'm trying to hide the fact that the webs come from me.

"Really? But what about your modeling job, doesn't your manager get pissed about you eating?"

"Michael? Nah, he gets pissy, but as long as the scale goes on my favor he's cool."

"Makes sense."

"Do you know what modeling isabout?"

"No." She answers what I assume is truthfully.

"Basically, look pretty and make sure that everything you do looks great. My powers helps me keep my weight in check. Come on guys you have a file on me, I'm sure you've been spying me in some way or another." He sighed.

"We do, that tech you used at the Stark Expo. What happened to it?"

"Oh, those thing, I tried using it as range against metal beams and but they're too dangerous, right now both are just night lamps."

"How did you make them? Stark became a liaison for us but he doesn't want to give us anything related to his tech."

"I built them, but they're kinda usele- volatile and dangerous if I use them like a muon beam." I avoid that word, or else I'll crack like a piece of glass.

"A what?"

"Doesn't matter." I keep eating as dinner went on, we ended up talking about sports of all things and slowly all plates were empty and the guy ended up helping me clean the dishes, while the woman said she needed to go to the bathroom while I know she's in my room.

"You guys do know you're not subtle right?"

"Why would you say that?"

"She's taking photos of my room, probably my night lamps if not then she's a pervert." He let a breath out his nose as a smile crossed his lips.

"It's part of the job, it's not like we came inside shooting at you."

"That's a very good point, thanks by the way."

"You're welcome Ms. Moon."

"It's Cindy, you're pretty cool for a guy using a bow."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, a bow? In this day and age? When a gun can do the trick?"

"Yup, but a gun can't do what my arrows can."

"Oh, I never asked your name."

"Right, manners, sorry about that. Clint Barton." He extended his hand as he placed the last pan to dry.

"Nice to meet you." I shook his hand after removing the soap off my hands.

"How does that web thing work?" He said as he dried his hands with the same towel used for drying the pots.

"I make it- oh smart, you almost got me." The woman appeared after taking pictures. "Can you at least not put microphones and cameras?"

"We didn't." The woman said calmly, we relocated to the living room as I took a seat on the couch the woman as well while Clint stood there.

"To set the record straight, we've been watching you and monitoring you. We know what you're capable of. Since you grew sloppy in the past five weeks, which is around your final exams and basketball tournament." I feel tension rise as a subtle glance I can see the window I can jump out of. I should be fast enough.

"We're not going to hurt you. I promise." Clint said as I narrowed my eyes.

"Since I was a kid, I learned that's a lie. Promises are meant to be broken." I said defensively, my legs tense up as I subtly stick to the ground.

"Not us. My name is Maria Hill, I'm the deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D. you caused a commotion across the nation and east Asia. But we won't hurt you."

"What?"

"Yes, turns out a picture of you where people can clearly see your heritage is... Similar to them, so people will take notice of that. You're quite popular over there."

"Why tell me that? That doesn't matter, why are you even here?"

"You're a danger to everyone around you." She said in a serious tone.

"Why? ... I learned to keep my strength in check since I got them. I keep my identity secret so I'm able to have a normal life. This isn't forever." I reply as I unstick from the ground.

"What I'm trying to say is that, we can't let you work alone. You may not notice what we've done, but people from East Asia have tried to get over here with you as their target. We've stopped them, also, we have been keeping an eye on you. Your identity is known to the director above me and agent Barton here as well his partner. We didn't bring a strike team because from your appearances you seem like a reasonable person." She said as she looked at me in the eye. Which made my face feel a little hot under the scarf.

"Should I be worried?"

"No, only four people know about your identity. But the thing about how you operate is completely reckless; we have actively stopped the NYPD from going after you since we can call off the manhunts that have been attempted. Also, you social media, can be tracked down. This brings us to the next point." She takes out a briefcase, she places it in the small table. "This briefcase here contains things you should always have on you." She opens it to reveal a Stark Smartphone.

"That is the newest model of the Stark Phone." I can only gawk as she places it in my hand as it turns on.

"Its a custom phone, it will record your biometrics and this way only with the right program we can track you. Also it will be monitored as to what you do." The phone turned I followed the instructions as it took a picture of my face and seemed to deconstruct it into polygons.

"Wait, this will be monitored?"

"Yes, we need to keep a close eye on you; also everything you post on social media will go through an approval notice. I know you're sixteen, so please don't look at porn using this phone, since if a virus gets downloaded you could destroy entire databases." 'She's obviously lying.' I can hear her heartbeat. A small giggle leaves my lips.

"And last but not least, here." She hands me what looks like a black bodysuit. "This should help you out there."

"It's... latex."

"No, its a polymer akin to Kevlar and ceramic plating." I pull it out and extend it in front of me noticing it looks skintight.

"This is..."

"Safer for you. This way you will be able to get shot and won't get a bullet stuck in you." Barton answers from behind.

"I was going to say a fetishist dream costume for women." I reply immediately.

"Preach, but it does work against a few high caliber rounds." Maria answers with a light smirk on her face.

"But this aren't my colors, if I understand what you want to tell me is that THIS." Turning the suit around to look at the back. "You want me to become some sort of a... symbol."

"To say it clearly, yes."

"Then I need to change a few things here." I pull out a piece of paper and in a few minutes I give them what I want. If I need a suit then it will be a cool one. My mind drifts to that place where my headaches come from, a part of my mind that feels incomplete. The color black up to knees, with four lines that look like a spider legs up to my upper thigh and at the end of the leg, a spider head is above the knee with its maws open as a spider web begins to crawl up my body up to my shoulders, light grey color covers from my knees all the way to my neck while from my shoulder blades up to my forearm is completely black. While all the webs meet at the center of my chest making a black S connecting from one side to the other. I tap the paper.

"This, I want this. Can it be made?" She looks at me with a brow raised.

"Sure. It will take a few weeks but it can be made."

"Its time we leave." Barton said as he looked at the clock. "Ms Moon, you can't go out there, as of this moment you're something that needs to be kept in check as well as training. If you go out, we can't guarantee your safety." Barton said as he looks at me completely serious.

"He's right, for the next three weeks you can't go out... too many people are arriving here and if you haven't checked the news then the situation is affecting crime rate as if calling you out."

"Then I need to..."

"Shield agents will be stationed in NYC, so you need to lay low. You will receive an address in that phone, present yourself on time." I nodded as the door closed. The steps getting further and further away gave me a sense of easiness as everything I was holding together shattered in seconds. Looking at the phone and shoving it into the couch in between the cushions as I turned the TV on and raised the volume as I sat on the floor and lied down on my side.

Before I knew it, tears ran down my eyes as I began to cry. The stress of everything made tremble as my head now fully pounded against my skull, grabbing a cushion placing it to my face as I screamed my lungs out. I feel so useless, so powerless, everything I worked for crumbled like dust. I don't know how long I cried but deep down I didn't care anymore, nothings is worth doing what I'm doing. Maybe my life is just a joke, someone out there is making me suffer out of a cruel sense of entertainment.

I don't remember but that is another notch in the count of time I have cried myself to sleep.