If Vienna inched herself any closer to the edge, the 1453 foot drop would welcome her with open arms.The last thing Vienna should be doing is standing on the very edge. Yet, there she stood. In her ballerina attire with pointe shoes strapped to her feet. Was she crazy? Apparently so.
Vienna gasped as a cool breeze grazed her skin. Goosebumps trailed up and down her arms only intensifying the brutal thump of her heartbeat. This was terrible. Not only was she looking down at all of Queens but... she wasn't alone.
Vienna turned her head to look behind her. There they were, dressed in a coarse black coat with a gas mask and ready to start a war against ____? Who were they? Vienna knew.
Her skin was pale with a greenish hue. All thanks to the queasy feeling she couldn't shake. Vienna was dizzy... her head was pounding, the rash on her back from the Oscorp explosion was aching and still, she pointed her left foot forward and dragged the right one behind her, in the motion of a circle.
An extremely small circle. The ledge couldn't be more than a foot in width. One wrong move and goodbye Vienna...
Why was she doing a ballet routine on the highest ledge of the Empire State Building? Of all places. Especially when her vision was blurred and she couldn't see properly.
Vienna's legs shook. This was no time for falter in her movements. Usually, Vienna's limbs were languid. Not this time.
Vienna pushed up onto her left foot; she was standing on her toes. The teenager pushed her right foot to stretch behind her.
Before, there used to be a peaceful moment in her dream. But now there wasn't. Rather than the wind knocking her off the ledge a harsh blow to the ribs did so.
And suddenly, Vienna was free-falling. The wind rushed past her ears, WHOOSH. Vienna's eyes were wide with fear. She reacher her long arms out in front of her. Who was gonna catch her?
Vienna would hit the ground in minutes if not seconds...
WEDNESDAY 12 PM
WALLACE RESIDENCE
Disoriented.
Vienna was disoriented.
Vienna was nauseous.
Vienna was anxious.
Vienna felt sick.
Vienna's skin was clammy.
Vienna had a cool cloth pressed to her forehead.
Her brown eyes snapped towards her bedside table.
There, she found her phone and a glass of water.
What time was it? Vienna turned her phone on.
12: 01 PM
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VIENNA ⭒ PETER PARKER
Fanfiction❝I have this vivid nightmare each night, and it feels so real...❞ ❝Perhaps it's your mind warning you. You know what they say, dreams are just warnings from deep within...❞ ⭒⭒⭒ In which Vienna Wallace has a recurring dream each night. With one foot...