Febufluff-whump 2020

Day 3: Living Nightmare (Febuwhump) - MCU

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. 

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