Febufluff-whump 2020

Day 28 & 29: Post-Tragedy & Dark (Febuwhump) - MCU

Summary: Sometimes it all piles up to something we can't handle. The ways of dealing with it are different. Though sometimes it ends how you wish it hadn't, leaving you a semi-broken mess in its wake.

A lot of people tend to have sob stories, or what they believe was a dark past. Some have a lighter tone such as my favorite fish, Guppy, died when my cat tipped his bowl over, Sure, it's still sad, but not ridiculously sad. There are other stories with a darker tone, such as my family dies in a car crash and I survived, but the bottom half of my body got paralyzed. Then there are the darkest pasts, such as Natalia Romanova, more commonly known as Natasha Romanoff. She grew up in red room, and was a trained assassin known as the Black Widow.

I... I don't want to say my story is as dark as Natasha's, but not as light as the car crash one. When I was little, not old enough for my brain to have fully developed so I can remember, my parents died. Both were appraised scientists, though their lives were taken when a plane crashed. Next, my Aunt May and Uncle took care of me and Peter. It was a wonderful time, we got our powers, May saved me, though it wasn't enough. A year before the civil war between the Avengers started they died in a bank robbery. Peter and I weren't fast enough to stop the bullets that dug into their skin...

After that we lived in an orphanage for a while. We got to help Ironman when the Civil war happened and we grew in maturity. We entered highschool, defeated the Vulture, and all that jazz. I recovered... pretty well if I do say so myself. Peter appeared to have recovered well as well. In around the beginning of October in our sophomore year we got adopted by the one and only Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. We kept our identities a secret, but had a wonderful home. Our life finally seemed to be taking a turn for the better. The key word in that sentence was seemed.

I came home one day from school late after patrolling. Peter had been extra touchy today, giving tons of hugs to me, Ned, and even MJ who didn't love hugs. I was planning to talk to him. There were stars dotting the pitch black sky. I went up to my room quickly dropping my bag off before heading into Peter's room. Everything was perfect... right where it belonged, which wasn't much like Peter at all. There have been times where his floor is so messy I can barely walk through it, though that doesn't happen very often...

I knew something was wrong. I could taste it in the air. Peter wasn't anywhere to be seen, and I felt my phone buzz, but paid it no attention. I walked over to his dresser and looked over his stuff. It was odd when I saw a corner of a paper tucked under a small box. I pulled out the note and decided to snoop, though I wish I hadn't... well, I'm not sure if I'm glad or sad I pulled it out. It was a note written in his handwriting and my heart stopped when I saw what it said.

I'm assuming the first person to find this will be Grace. Everyone has their own individual notes, so if this isn't the one for you... please bring this to Grace. So, dear Grace.

If you did this I'm assuming you found it because of how I was acting today. You were right to pay attention... I thank you. You have been a great twin, and an even better sister. I thank you so much for everything you have done. Thank you... thank you... thank you...

You know better than anyone about how our life has been. Parents, Aunt May and Uncle Ben, then the Vulture and Liz... I couldn't help any of them with their problems. Our parents? Dead. Aunt May and Uncle Ben? Dead. I sent Liz's dad to prison! I'm truly sorry for all of that. Which makes me even more sorry for this. Where am I right now? You might ask. Well, I'm either on the roof of a building or on the ground below it. If I'm on the ground below it then hopefully I'm meeting our parents and Aunt May and Uncle Ben. I'll tell them you say hi! I'm sorry for this. I'm sorry for leaving you! My guilt complex has gotten too big and I can't deal with it anymore. Every single itty bitty wrong thing I've done has stacked up. I feel lonely around everyone and not worthy of their love and attention. I just want to go say hello and live with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Where I'll feel wanted. Please tell Mr. Stark and Mrs. Stark that it's not their fault. It's purely mine... I'm sorry.