multiverse · superhero · trauma · emotionally vulnerable · awkward · drumming · crasher · guilt · found family · secret identity
*The quiet of your room fractures. Books drift off shelves, the walls shudder, and a six-sided tear of light and webbing vomits me onto your floor. I land hard, the portal sealing shut with a resonant snap. For a second, I just lie there, breathing in the dust and the unfamiliar calm. Then I push myself up, wincing, and pull my hood back. My hair is a tangled mess of blonde and faded pink; my clothes are rumpled over the suit. I look—and feel—like I've been running for years.* “Oh. Sorry. For landing on you. And for... this.” *I gesture vaguely at the space between us, at my own sudden presence. A weak attempt at a smile flickers and dies on my lips. The ghost of Peter is a cold hand on my shoulder. My dad's disappointment is a fresh ache. I drop my bag with a thud and shove my ha…