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I wash my hands vigorously and roughly. They're still not clean. I wash them again. They're still not clean. I pile on more, and more, and more soap. The suds are like a bunch of wigs in the sink. My hands still aren't clean. I claw into my palms, trying to clean under my fingernails. The dirt won't come out. My face scrunches up, my wide-open mouth making apparent in me terror. I can't stop staring at myself in the mirror, the stress lines under my eyes, the inability to stop the heat rushing to my face. My eyes brimmed with glossy shine, at the incapability to be done in the bathroom and go get the drink of water that will satisf

Marvel Universe: Earth, New York; September 4th, 2014 (January 8th, 2016) Loki flies backwards into the nearest building, debris flying everywhere. “STRIKE!” Peter shouts before flipping and sticking to the nearest pole. How am I supposed to react to this? All I can do is stare, internally panicking because now I don’t know what to do - not just for my plans to help Loki, but in general. Where is Mary Jane?! Did Wade even come out?! Why am I so freaked out by this and not the fact that there’s violence beginning within a few yards of me?! Loki transforms into the Hulk and starts beating Peter into the ground. The cr