The Day We Whisper
Weeks past, maybe months, they might've lost track of time. Peter is what everyone describe as restless, always sneaking out at night to patrol but will always comeback directly at curfew, spending the night alerted and ready for an outcome no one knew what. Wanda is what everyone saw as fragile, she tried to avoid anything that might trigger her into a panic attack and unleash her powers. Shuri was now, how do you say, not herself as she spend zero time in her lab and would rather be in her room staring at nothing.
Their families tried their hardest to help them, Tony would often take the kids downtown and allow them to explore. Clint would makes sure to tell his best dad jokes that would surely make the kids cringe and laugh. T'Challa made an effort to chase the kids around after they did something to piss him off.
However, as much as they try, the kids didn't feel safe. They still had shared nightmares, but they didn't kicked or wake up screaming, instead, they will wake up and stare up at the ceiling with tears running down their faces. Everynight however, Peter and Wanda would sneak into Shuri's room and the three of them would talk and theorized of what these dreams mean... but mostly, to comfort each other.
It was a raining out that night, the gentle tip tapping were faded but it gave the three siblings the feeling of warmth and safety. They laid in Shuri's bed together, covered in the blanket. Peter didn't felt awkward laying in between the two girls. Not at all. In fact, he felt very safe and it gave him the feeling to be able to protect them.
Plus, they done it before, way before these nightmares came too. It was nothing but platonic-sibling love.
They were quiet for what it felt like an hour, when it was just ten minutes. Finally, Peter spoke with a tear sliding down his cheek.
"Mr. Stark was stabbed..." he whispered hoarsely as his sisters filched, though, they were fully aware he was talking about his current dream. "Dr. Strange tried to help, a bunch of other... aliens or what they all tried to help. I then was thrown and tossed around and... just. Soul."
Silence, until...
"Daddy and mommy were fighting wierd things. Shuri was helping Vision," Wanda softly whispered, her eyes wide and empty. "I was in a land that could've been a evee after fairy tail... but it was getting destroyed by beasts. I was attacked. Mommy and Okoye saved me. I tried to find Vision... but I was grabbed... I was. Reality."
Shuri was quiet at first as both, her older sister and younger brother looked at her with hurting eyes. She breathed out,
"Wakanda. It was Wakanda, Wanda. I saw you too. We were in my lab back there. I was scanning Vision, trying to help him and my brother... I was soon attacked, strucked in the head. I was then raised... whispers of... Power."
The three siblings were quiet... only to slowly smile at each other as they held each other close.
"We'll make it through..." Peter assured them, while stroking their hair. The feeling of fear finally rising out of his chest.
"We'll make sure we are all safe," Wanda cuddled into him more with her hair tickling his neck, while squeezing Shuri's hand. She would protect them, no matter what.
"And protect those who we love and those who who can not protect themselves," Shuri added, squeezing Wanda's hand and kissing Peter's temples.
They slept there that night, holding each other close and kept one and other warm for the entire night. When they woke up, it was a beautiful, bright morning. Children were jumping into puddles, oldman whistling down the street, the lady gushing into her cell phone while carring her grocery bags, cars driving by as those who drove are going to work.
Something told the Marvel Siblings they won't be having anymore nightmares.
But... is that a good thing or a bad thing? Somehow, they can't help but think it just going to get worst...