Cosmo ~ A Marvel Short Story

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Jacqueline Sanchez woke up to a pair of men bickering a couple feet away from her. She knew that the place she chose to rest wasn’t the best spot, but it was away from people, so it suited her. The twin towers memorial was filled with the quarreling between the two men, beginning to agitate Jacqueline, causing her to put her navy blue mask over her black and white mane of hair. She crept over the side to see one man in a red and blue leotard covering his whole body, including his head, and the other man with dark skin, in black clothes, with red goggles covering his eyes, and a metal backpack.
   She teleported to the shadows directly behind the two men, whispering to herself, “What are two Avengers doing, in broad daylight, arguing about?”
Becoming even more annoyed by the men’s preposterous squabble, she summoned her lightning sparks, and walks toward the two men.  
 “Well, well, well. What do we have here,”  Jacqueline continues in a british voice, “Falcon and Spiderman, bickering over losing someone, causing a scene in the middle of New York City, are we?”
Spiderman and Falcon look at each other, speechless as they just found the vigilante they’ve been looking for.
“Karen, interrogation mode.” Goes Spiderman into his intercom.
Jacqueline laughs sarcastically, “That’s definitely not my name, spider boy.”
Falcon takes over the conversation, saving Spiderman from even more embarrassment, “We know who you are, miss. You can teleport, use telekinesis, and have lightning and fog following you everywhere you go. You appeared 6 weeks ago, and have already stopped 15 muggings.  The people of New York and Washington call you Cosmo,” Jacqueline continues to listen, making the lightning sparks jump between her fingers, “There’s a reason that we came here, We came here for your help. You would be a very good asset to our team.”
 Jacqueline scoffs at that. Help, to them? Please
Falcon progresses, “Have you heard of Havok? He’s been destroying lives all over the pacific shorelines, and we need your help. Please, its for the good of people everywhere.”
Jacqueline rolls her eyes, and argues, “Nope, not for me lads. I stay in where the crimes are at a bump to a hill, not a mountain. You’re going to have to find someone else.”
She takes a step back, and teleports to Washington Monument.