𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 • 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

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『𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥..』

"Rise and shine!" Aunt May's cheerful voice filled the room, and the sudden influx of sunlight followed her as she opened the blinds, coaxing the day into full swing.

Gwen, stirring from her slumber, gradually opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing the sleep from them. In contrast, Widow responded to the morning's intrusion with a groan, rolling over to evade the bright light, clearly not ready to face the new day just yet.

Aunt May's gentle but encouraging words attempted to rouse Widow from her slumber, signaling the start of an important day. With that, she left the room, leaving the task to Gwen.

Gwen, still showing signs of weariness, tried to coax Widow into action. "C'mon Widow, let's get moving," she softly encouraged. Widow, however, remained resolute in her determination to stay in bed. "Mmm... g'way," she mumbled, muffling her words into the pillow.

Gwen's patience worn thin, she was determined to get Widow up and moving. Widow's repeated protest of "g'way" only caused Gwen to roll her eyes.

In a swift and surprising move, Gwen decided to take matters into her own hands. She effortlessly lifted Widow from the bed, carrying her as though she weighed next to nothing. Widow's startled exclamation of "What the?!" was met with Gwen's unwavering determination.

"Gwen, I'm gonna backhand you to fuckin' wonderland if you don't put me down!" Widow threatened, a mix of surprise and amusement in her voice.

Gwen's chuckle only further exasperated Widow as she demanded to be put down. Gwen, playfully obliging, responded, "Your wish is my command," before unceremoniously depositing Widow onto the nearby couch.

Widow's unexpected landing on the couch left her momentarily stunned. "My God..." she muttered, a mix of surprise and amusement in her voice, realizing that she was now fully awake and ready for the day ahead.

Widow's eyes lit up at the sight of Peter B lying in his webbed hammock, munching on a packet of Tayto crisps – her favorites.

"Where'd you get them?" Widow inquired, her gaze fixed on the coveted packet in Peter's hand.

"These?" Peter replied, his voice muffled with a mouthful of crisps as he waved the packet. Widow nodded eagerly, anticipating the answer.

Peter's response made Widow's eyes widen with delight. "Aunt May had them in her kitchen," Peter replied, nonchalantly continuing to munch on the crisps.

Without wasting any time, Widow sprang from the couch and hurried to the kitchen. "Aunt May! You never told me you got Tayto crisps!" she called out.

Miles, intrigued by the exchange, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Crisps?" Widow reappeared, proudly holding a packet in her hand. "Uh, yeah. That's what they are," she confirmed with a grin, savoring the treasure she had discovered in Aunt May's kitchen.