Alice had died only three days ago. When Johnny was informed he didn't take it well. His own sister had to come over to get him to eat. She was currently helping him getting used to this. This pain that tore his heart apart...
You was left to plan this forsaken funeral. Of course, you hadn't slept since her death, because of the guilt and restlessness that comes after an event like this. The last time you ate was during the gala, and you didn't dare go and see what you looked like.
You were looking for flowers, when someone knocked on your door. Of course, you didn't answer. "Y/n...? It's us. MJ, Ned and I. We just wanna make sure you're alright." You heard Peter say through the door.
Of course, being the emotional wreck you were, you didn't answer.
"Y/n, open the he-... Open the hecking door!" MJ yelled. She didn't like cursing when Alice was around. Last time that happened, Alice kicked the living daylights outta her. But she wasn't here now. So why wasn't she cursing when she could?
"Maybe she isn't here... Let's go." Ned mumbled.
A tear rolled down your cheek as you remembered the moments you shared. Suddenly they were cascading, and sobs started to come. You had been quiet for so long you didn't know what you sounded like. It sounded funny, in a way, not knowing what you sounded like.
"Okay, so maybe she is here?" Ned said.
You looked around the apartment to see if anything was messy. Everything was spotless. Including your room. You made sure that your suit, and everything given to you by S.H.I.E.L.D. before you let them in.
"Y/n, when did you last eat?" Peter asked, tilting your head up so that you were looking at him.
"I don't remember..." You whispered. "I just remember seeing her in there. The cold room, where she is."
Peter hugged you and you just stood there... Crying like a helpless, tiny, child, lost... In Wonderland. The dark, scary, horrible part, where everything was cold, and dead. Like Alice.
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