Y/N Stark is a young 17-year-old girl cursed by her father's reputable image, forced to stay home; away from the world her father has saved countless times from peril - never even attending a school, leaving her in solitude. However, she is not comp...
The next day my alarm shrieks, blasting my eardrums with sirens. I slap my hand down onto it and hear plastic shattering. I lift my head up and see it broken in pieces on my bed side table. What the- did I really hit it that hard...? Oh well- I get out of bed and go into the bathroom and get ready. I finish up and get dressed.
(Today's outfit of choice looks something like this, sorry if you don't like it <3)
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It's Saturday so I don't have to go to school, what a relief. I'm unusually hungry today, so I head downstairs to grab some breakfast. I could smell the sweet smell of Steve's pancakes all the way from my room. Now downstairs, I grab a plate.
"Morning kid," he greets me, as I put multiple pancakes onto my plate. He looks at me concerned but tries to laugh it off, "someone's hungry today-"
"Mhm!" I reply with a mouth full of food, still forking more in. He turns back to the stove as I sit there munching away. Peter's the next one to come downstairs, he looks at me confused as I stack multiple more pancakes onto my plate.
"Morning..." he greets, as he gets himself a plate and two pancakes.
"Morning!" I mumble, mouth still full. Instead of commenting on it, he sits down and begins to eat. I finally finish, it took a while to satiate my hunger- I don't think I've ever been so hungry; I felt like a starved lion. Peter finished his food a minute or so ago, he was just waiting for me to finish. I look at him with confusion, why is he waiting for me? Do we have plans or something...?
"You all done?" He asks, letting out a soft and short chuckle.
"Yeah...why?" He gives me a look of disappointment, but he laughs and begins,
"We're going out to the movies with Ned and MJ today, remember?" Oh- I completely forgot...
"Oh, I know, I'm ready when you are." I blatantly lie to him, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Let's go then," he laughs and stands up. I follow him outside where Happy is waiting for us already. I get into the car and for the rest of the car ride I keep trying to figure out what movie we're going to see. I can't remember at all arranging this- although my memory is terrible of late. Also, for the entire trip my ears seem to tune in on everything around me. My head's beginning to slightly hurt from all the noise. I hold my head for a moment and Peter notices.
"Everything alright y/n?" He sounds concerned.
"I'm fine, just got a bit of a headache is all," I rub my forehead, "probably just tired or something." It had been a long day yesterday, maybe I'm just exhausted.
"If your head hurts you don't have to watch the movie, we can go do something else if you want," Peter suggests, his eyes studying my face to see if I'm okay.
"I'm okay Pete, we can go see the movie," I give an unsure smile.
"Just let me know if you want to leave," he looks at me, obviously unconvinced that I'm alright. Maybe I'm ill? Or... was it that bug? It could have been venomous, was it stupid of me not to say anything? I mean... I feel fine, I'm just a bit more sensitive to things this morning. I'm sure it's nothing, I'll tell someone if it gets worse – no point panicking anyone.
We arrive at the movies and go in; we meet Ned and MJ inside and buy some popcorn. Then we all sit down and watch the movie. Halfway through the movie, I feel my head pulsating, so I excuse myself to the toilet. I get there and wash my face with some cold water, as I go grab a paper towel to dry my hand, I notice that the dispenser looks fragile, so I hold it while I pull a paper towel out – to make sure I don't accidently break it. When I try remove my hand I can't seem to let go- my hand's... stuck on the dispenser!? I try pull on it, but it doesn't come off. Eventually I yank on it and the panel on the front of the dispenser flies off, still attached to my hand. What the- I begin to try and shake it off, but it doesn't budge. I place it on the floor and step on it with my foot – pushing down on it with my foot and pulling my hand up; as a last attempt to remove it. To my relief, I finally get it off of me. I inspect the plastic panel, but there's nothing on it... nothing that could have stuck to my hand. Then I look at my palm, there's nothing on it either. I go and run both my hands under the water in the sink, to make sure if there was something I couldn't see, it would wash off.
I brush it off and start walking back to where my friends were. As I go to open the door to the room I hear a snap. I look down, the door handle is in my hand, detached from the door! What the hell is going on!? When I begin to panic the handle drops from my hand, I swing my backpack round into my arms, rummaging for my phone. Before I find it I hear the door about to open, and suddenly jump up. The person opens and walks out through the door and goes down the hall. I look at them as they walk, it's just MJ, probably going to the toilet. But... why is she upside down...? I look down and realise I'm- on the ceiling... stuck to the ceiling above the door!? I drop down dazed and in a panic, hurting my back. What the actual fuck? I collect myself up and my backpack and run towards the direction of where MJ had been walking. I spot her about to open the toilet door.
"MJ!" I exclaim, running towards her panting.
"Wow, y/n where'd you come from? Are you okay?" Her eyebrows were lowered, and her expression was concerned.
"I think something's wrong with me I- I was just on the- and I broke the-," I couldn't finish any of my sentences, I was breathing heavily.
"Hey, what's going on?" She came up to me, resting her hand on my shoulder, worry plastered all over her face. "Take a breath, what happened?" I look up at her, but before I explain I stop myself. What if... I have a thought.
"I'm fine, I just thought I saw something, but it wasn't what I thought..." I tell her, "I've got to go, I'm sorry tell Ned and Peter I'm sorry I gotta ditch so soon."
"It's all good. You sure you're okay?" I collect myself and take a deep breath in.
"I'm okay yeah, I'll see you later." I say, in a much calmer tone. I start jogging towards the exit. When I get out of the building I run in the street for a moment until I find an alleyway. I turn into the alley and slow my pace to a halt. What if... I think to myself. No it's stupid, I can't be able to- I contemplate whether I should attempt this or not. Okay worst case-scenario is I just look stupid. Best case-scenario..? I actually do it. I take a deep breath and take a few steps forwards until I near the brick wall in front of me. I take off my shoes and place them into my backpack, along with my socks. I place both my hands onto the wall, and one of my feet against it as well, and push up throwing my other foot onto the wall. I shut my eyes tight as I do this. I open them to find both of my feet are on the wall- I did it? I put one hand above the other, same with my feet, until I'm crawling up the side of the building. I'm crawling... up the side of a building!?
