[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9F58z5NN/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Highway to [s]Hell[/s] Grimm 
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily felt a wave of relief wash over her. To an outsider, it probably was silly how much better she felt as Roy reassured her that Juno wouldn't have any sort of hand in Marvel. But these were the comics she had grown up with - the colorful costumed heroes on the page taught her more about justice, truth, and responsibility than her parents ever had. It was the thing she and her little brother, Ethan, had bonded over. Without comic books, Cecily didn't know what type of person she would have ended up as. Maybe she would have become part of Juno. [color=00ccff]"...Alright. I can contact Keystone,"[/color] Cecily said. She figured he had a better shot than Iris at being helpful with this. 

	And Caesar hadn't caused Natasha's death, she had to remind herself of that. He was paranoid and grieving after the loss of his daughter. He wasn't the sort of person that you invited to a board game night, but... he had protected her and he easily could have had her killed by this point. If he trusted Keystone... then that would have to be good enough. [color=00ccff]"Can you grab me some orange juice?"[/color] Cecily asked him. She didn't know why, but she was randomly having a craving for the pulp-tastic drink. 

	Pulling out her phone, she sent off a text to Keystone: [i][color=00ccff]Can we talk?[/color][/i] However, her eyes then went up as she saw the man that had gone in line before Roy and her stomach felt like it was doubling over on itself. She knew that not everyone was involved with this conspiracy, but she was getting so incredibly paranoid that she clenched her knuckles slightly, holding her breath as if that would make any danger - real or imagined - pass.