It was night. The moon was up and the stars were bright. Ben stretched his arms as he laid down on his bed. As much as he didn't like living with that stupid twin of his, he was glad he was able to get his own room and no one couldn't get in, unless it was him and Aunt May. Also his room was Peter-proof as well, so there was no way someone like his twin brother could get in.
With a sigh, Ben closed his eyes, pulling the covers over him. After ten minutes passed, Ben frowned. It was quiet. A bit too quiet. He opened his eyes and his eyes moved around. Everything was in place and it looked like everything was normal. Ben sighed to himself. Maybe it was just him. As he turned around, he froze.
Eyes widened, mouth opening, he screamed. "AAAHHHHH!"
Next to him was none other than his older twin brother, Peter. He was fully wide awake with a smile across his face. Ben leaped out of his bed and gasping for breath. He wasn't sure how long he was in here, but all he wanted was for Peter to leave him the fuck alone!
"What the fuck are you doing in here?!" Ben snapped.
"Can't a brother sleep with his little brother?" Peter asked.
"Get out!" Ben shouted. "Don't you have some Spider-man work to do?"
"Not until you call me big brother!" Peter said.
Ben growled. "No!"
"Big brother!"
"No!"
"Big brother."
"No."
"Big brother."
"Get the fuck out!"
Then Peter grabbed his wrist and pinned him on the bed. Peter shoot his webs as the webs binded Ben's wrists and feet. Ben gulped as Peter stare down at him and his brother leaned over to him.
Meanwhile...
Steve was in his office, doing nothing, except just staring into space. He was so bored and he wasn't sure what to do. The others were in their rooms doing something that can entertain them, however, Scott was reenacting a show that he saw on T.V., something about naked giants being killed by swinging flying people. Then his cellphone rang and Steve picked it up.
"Hello?" he greeted.
"CAP HELP!" Ben screamed. "HELP! OW! OW! HELP! IT WON'T GET OUT! IT WON'T GET OUT!" then there was another voice in the phone. "HOLY SHIT, HOLD STILL! AH!"
Then the phone from the other side went off and there was silence. Steve wasn't sure what was happening to Ben and his brother, Peter this time, but he knew it had to be something major.
"Help?" Steve repeated. "Ow? Ow? Help? It won't get out?"
Then Steve's eyes widened and gasped as he dropped the phone.
Later...
Steve raced up the stairs as fast as he could. He prayed that nothing bad happened to Ben. Of all people, it had t be his own twin brother? What kind of twin does he really have? As he got to the apartment room, he kicked the door open and raced into Ben's room. Once he got there, he pushed the door opened.
"Ben are you alright?" Steve screamed. "Are you-"
Steve gasped and blinked. Ben growled at him and crossed his arms, while his brother was trying to hug him. The twin's head were stuck together by the webs.
Ben huffed. "Finally you're here! What the hell took you so long?! Get this off of me!"
Steve narrowed his eyes. "So it was just webs?"