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Day 3: Living Nightmare (Febuwhump) - MCU

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Summary: On their way to fight The Vulture Grace and Peter run into a little problem known as, they got a warehouse dropped on them. Seeing that Grace is claustrophobic this is not a good situation, at all. 

After this I am never going in tight spaces ever again. Was I claustrophobic before this? Yes, actually. Probably a mix of my past experiences and just in general being trapped under something is not very fun. At all. Especially when you are feeling a searing pain in your arm like it is broken even though you know it isn’t, and you can’t move any of your limbs or your head, so no moving your head to look around, or calling out for help.

Peter and I hadn’t meant to get trapped under a stupid warehouse. Honestly, who would do that on purpose? We just had to go after The Vulture. Repay the favor for Ironman since he was transporting some very valuable items up to the compound. We followed him into the basement, clueless as his wings flew around us ‘missing’ us, but hitting every support beam in the darn basement. It was too late when we realized what happened and I, probably we, got crushed. We didn’t even have the nice suits Mr. Stark gave us because he had taken them away when we messed up with the ferry. Hey, at least he couldn’t discover our identities now. Well, we could easily hack the probably multi-million dollar suits so the cameras in the masks didn’t work.

I took in a struggled breath in the enclosed space. Blood was trickling down the back of my neck matting my hair. I tried to move something, anything, so I could escape, but nothing worked. At least it was warm? Ok, that’s kind of a lie. The stones were cold from sitting in the cool night air. A whimper mixed with a groan escaped my mouth at the building chunks crushed me. I could barely move, barely breath, barely think. I felt a stray tear roll down my dirt-caked cheek as I felt all my limbs pinned down in a position that prevented me from moving. I was utterly helpless. For once, I could do nothing. Just like May and Ben’s death...

I felt myself shaking, on the verge of a panic attack. At least the other times I was in tight spaces I could see things. This time I’m trapped in pitch blackness with no maneuverability. I struggled to use any of my limbs to at least send out a signal for help.

Suddenly, I felt stones being dug further into my back. Like everything was moving. The chunks of building around me were moved once, twice, three times. Pointed edges dug into my back causing me to let out a sharp cry of pain. I tensed up preparing for the building to shift more and dig into my back. Either drawing enough blood that I died of blood loss or puncturing some vital organ. I thought at least I would get to say bye to Peter before I died, but I guess not.  The stones stopped. I almost breathed out a sigh in relief, but I figured I should wait. It might just be the calm before the storm. I blame Parker luck on getting us into this situation. I’m hoping that since Peter was closer to the edge of the building he will be able to escape, and then he can stop the vulture so no one else has to worry about him. Something in the back of my head was screaming for me to try, but I couldn’t move. I had already tried, and it was obvious that I couldn’t.  I laid my head down in the most comfortable position I could and started to feel myself drifting away, dissociating from this horrible situation. I felt less pressure being applied, the feeling of me drifting away getting stronger. It’s probably just myself leaving this body. At least I will get to be with May, and Ben. I felt less pressure being applied to my arms and legs. Maybe something was freeing me? No, Grace, don’t hope. It’s just false hope. The last bits of pressure were released and I felt myself being lifted up. The reassuring touches I got lifted me up. Out of that living nightmare. I grounded myself as soon as I could. Forcing my mind to return to my body as I opened my eyes. The light was blinding and the slick blood running down the back of my neck was there stronger than ever. I heard reassuring words being whispered into my ears and Peter came into focus in front of me. He was crying with relief. Blood dripped down his forehead and he looked worse for wear, but he was here, alive, with me.  I pulled him into a hug, trying to express all the emotions I felt without wasting my energy on words. He got it. He hugged me back grabbing onto a knot of my thick, blood-matted hair. I never would be able to do that again. I looked at the hole behind me from where Peter grabbed me. It was deep and I could clearly see some of the pieces with my bright red blood staining them. A few feet away I saw rubble that looked like it was originally in a different position. Probably where Peter came from. I dug my face into his shoulder. We both knew that we still had to stop The Vulture before things went bad, or really bad. I needed, we needed, to calm down after the building collapsed. I clutched into my brother for dear life, as if I would let him go and fall back into the dark and cramped space. Peter tightened his grip too, as if to tell me ‘I’m not going anywhere’. I melted into his grip. So, so glad that he was there with me, that my brother was my superhero friend. My wounds had started to heal, hopefully they will be good in a couple more hours in half-form. Eventually Peter let go and backed away, much to my displeasure. He beckoned for me to follow him to the edge of the warehouse. To where The Vulture was. So we did just that.         By - AlphaGthe Writer

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Day 2: Rainy Day (Febufluff) - MCU

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Summary: Peter and Grace, also known as Spider-Man and Alpha Moon, have a day off from school. With the rain pouring outside they can’t go patrolling, so they have some adventures indoors. 

Today was super grey and boring outside. Clouds coated the previously blue sky and rain thundered on the rooftop. Pete and I had the day off from school because of a teacher workshop. Originally, we were going to go over to Ned’s house for a couple hours to hangout watch movies and probably build one or two of Ned’s lego sets, but something came up on Ned’s end so we couldn’t go over. On top of that, our suits were nowhere near water proof, and I certainly didn’t want to go out in the rain with a non-waterproof suit and have to deal with the wet suit and wet fur when I got back. 

    The other kids were at school and Mrs. White was working at her other job, so Peter and I basically had the place to ourselves for a little bit. I figured since no one was home I might as well use my half-form to have some fun. Earlier Peter and I had raced around the building, Peter climbing the walls to escape me, and me being totally unfair shifting into my wolf form to run faster and further away from him. It was fun! 

    Peter and I are always using this room to its full purpose. Even if the other kids didn’t use it all the time because of whatever Pete and I would come in here and watch movies while working on homework, our suits when no one was home, or when Peter fixed up some of his old tech he got from dumpster diving. I’ve helped him on a few occasions, but he’s good with engineering and fixing up computers and stuff while I’m better at working with airplanes, or different theories about how stuff works, not actually fixing up things. 

    After our wicked adventures of earlier I had relaxed down on the back of the chair in the dining room; my tail hanging lasily off the chair. My ears perked up when Peter came into the room. He was carrying a lego set under one arm and a set of blankets and pillows under the other arm while keeping a movie carefully under his chin. He carefully dropped the pillows on a chair and adjusted his hand so he could grab the movie. It was Star Wars Episode V: Empire Strikes Back. “Get the movie set up. I’ll be back in a little bit.” Peter practically skipped out of the room towards what I assumed was the kitchen. It confirmed my theory when I heard a loud crash of pots and pans and a muffled, “I’m ok!” from Peter. I started moving towards the door to the living room. I had abandoned the lego set knowing that even if we did get to it there was no way we would finish it then. We would 100% get distracted by the movie. The rug was stained from the littler kids spilling drinks and such on them, but it still kept its original floral design. The couch was a dark brown leather with a few small rips patched up with duct tape though I had offered multiple times to fix it or try and save up to get a new one. I grabbed the blankets and pillows from where Peter left them and organized them into a nest on the floor. Specifically the floor because it had much more room than the couch.     The remote in hand I curled up into a comfortable position, while I waited for Peter to be done. I heard some pops from the other room followed by Peter taking out a bowl from the cupboard. Sounds I had heard enough times that I could easily identify them from almost anywhere in the building with my enhanced hearing. “Peter, please don’t burn yourself while making popcorn. Please and thank you!” I called. I heard some unintelligible noise of yes come from him. Not exactly what I would have liked to hear, but it was at least something compared to the chance of getting nothing from him.     Footsteps came from the kitchen, Peter’s light ones that barely sounded like they hit the floor. “Popcorn is here!” He called with a goofy grin on his face. “Butter and a touch of salt exactly how you like it!” He tossed a piece at me and I lunged to the side to catch it in my mouth. The butter tasted so good with the salt and the soft popcorn let out a small crunch in my mouth.     “Amazing, Pete!” I said while grabbing a fistful more. He put the bowl of popcorn on the floor in front of the nest and crawled in next to me. It was slightly cold in the place and with Peter’s inability to thermoregulate because of the Spider DNA he always needed to be warmed by something actually warm. Such as another person or a heated blanket. Normal blankets would do nothing to help him thermoregulate properly. I laid my arm over his shoulder as I used my other arm to hit the play button on the remote.     The opening credits showed up across the screen and the familiar spaceship introduced the movie by doing a flyover. I watched intently feeling Peter rub soothing circles into my back while I comforted him as best I could. With the stressful life we lead as superheroes sometimes its really nice to just chillax and forget about all the pain that comes with the job description. Though I would never quit the superhero bis because of what Peter said once when Ironman asked us to come to Germany with him. ‘When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen? They happen because of you.’ Our excuse to get away from the orphanage was really stupid too. ‘Our friend who lives in Germany asked us to come and visit him for a few days. We were wondering if we could go.’ When she asked for proof I showed a picture of one of my friends from high school that left with an expertly photoshopped picture of him with a landmark in Germany. It worked when we said he would be paying for the flights there and back. Technically it wasn’t fully a lie. We were going to visit an acquaintance in Germany, and he would be paying for tickets over there. I directed my attention back to the movie and we relaxed. It was nice and calming. I wish we could do this more often, but other people’s lives need saving. Peter cleared his throat quietly, “I’m glad I got to make the best of this rainy day with you.” Peter said quietly as if not to disrupt the movie. I let out a muted chuckle at that. Dang, I love my brother. “I’m glad I got to spend this rainy day with you too, Pete.”    By - AlphaGtheWriter

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Day 1: Snuggles (Febufluff) - MCU

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Summary: A memory of when Grace and Peter, 12-year-old twins, have a movie night with their Aunt May and Uncle Ben. With their pillows and blankets ready they build a pillow fort and settle down to watch Star Wars IV: A New Hope. 

    “Come on, Grace!” Called 12-year-old Peter, my brother, to me, his twin sister Grace. I pranced from my room to the living room where Peter was sitting on the floor in front of the large TV screen. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were laying on the couch watching as I scurried in, almost slipping on the smooth hardwood floor. 

    The living room was small, but quaint. The rug on the floor was soft and off-white from the amount of times we have stepped on it with dirty shoes on, contrasting greatly with the deep red couch. Not blood or anything, why would there ever be blood inside the house, or at least of that amount. The TV was on a hard oak stand with cabinets full of movies under and surrounding it. The walls were a pale peach color with occasional smeared grey stains from when Pete and I would draw on the walls when we were five, or slightly older. 

    The only difference to what the place normally looked like was that there was a massive pile of blankets and pillows lined up against the wall behind the couch. Every blanket and pillow in the house, except for the ones Aunt May and Uncle Ben had taken, was in that pile. It was monthly movie night and like, almost-always, we decided we wanted to build a gigantic pillow fort to curl up and fall asleep in. The moon would be appearing in the sky when the sun disappeared in only an hour, which only gave us more of a reason to get started. 

    Peter gave me a look that resembled everything of ‘let’s get started’. We leaped into the pile of pillows and set out the floor of the den. Chairs were moved to the sides so they could be used as stable walls. Pillows and cushions were piled up on the walls to make everything comfortable. Blankets were thrown across the top for a roof and were curled around inside so we had places to curl up inside when we wanted to sleep. The fort was almost done and made up of many many different color blankets and pillows. 

    I had already curled up inside when Peter came in to join me and the opening credits of Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope started to play on the screen. Peter came over and sat next to me. He had always been one to crave physical affection. Even something as simple as a hair tousle or a hug always improved his mood and stance. He pulled a blanket over our laps and we settled down. He rested his head on my shoulder with his normal puppy-dog look mixed with the peace of just being with us. For being siblings, I think we have an amazing bond. Though, that might have something to do with the fact that we are twins. Twin telepathy, or whatever the silly YouTube challenge is.     I wrapped my arms around Peter and adjusted myself so I could grab another blanket without disturbing Peter. I wrapped the blanket around just me then did the same for Peter. I adjusted the pillows surrounding us so I could lean on them gently. I lowered myself onto the pile I stacked up and sat back to enjoy the movie. I quoted occasional lines which got a quiet shush from Aunt May, though I could clearly hear her talking to Uncle Ben at times during the movie. Peter laid down next to me as the movie passed on. He was extremely quickly fading into a hopefully restful sleep.     The inside of the fort was incredibly warm, a little too warm for me, but Peter liked it, and me being my selfless self would leave it for him. I unwrapped some of the blanket that I had wrapped myself and passed them over to Peter. My brother’s extremely soft snores were soothing to my ears and I ran my fingers through his messy knotted hair in the familiar pattern. Untangling the knots and twists in my his hair. I curled up next to him laying my head on his chest so I could hear his steady heartbeat. I felt his subconsciously move his hand so was resting on my back.     I felt my eyes start to close. I wanted to finish the movie, but I could already tell that wasn’t going to happen. Sounds of the movie were muted through the many different fabrics of the fort. I felt my breath steady and my eyelids drooped even more. “G’night Pete.” I said in a hushed whisper. I could almost swear I heard something in the back of my mind telling me goodnight as well. It sounded like Pete too. Must be my tired mind tricking me. Heh. I allowed my eyes to close and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.     This is how the nights normally ended. Peter and I snuggled up, nice and warm inside our blanket and pillow fort. Sometimes, if we made the fort large enough Aunt May or Uncle Ben would join us making an even bigger snuggle party. That happened more when we were younger and didn’t take up as much space though. It was comforting and peaceful to be surrounded by my family. Warm, comfortable, perfectly happy. It stayed that way for a long time. From when we started the movie nights a year after May and Ben had taken us in when our parents died, to the week before their own deaths. It was perfect. Something to definitely remember for as long as I could contain the memory. Even when we weren’t with someone, aka the orphanage, I still held onto the memory like it was my only lifeline to how things used to be. Even now, when I’m with the Starks and the Avengers I hold onto that memory.  Yes, I know I shouldn’t cling to the past… but, it's almost impossible to help with what has happened in my lifetime. I sighed and closed my diary before hiding it back in my drawer where no one could find it. I should ask Peter to have a movie night with just me and him. For old times sake...        By - AlphaGtheWriter