(Rosa's P.O.V.): Brownstone townhouse...

A couple of turns in the city later, I parked my motorbike slowly, and Peter and Kurt got off before I pressed a button on the bike where a garage had opened, and I motioned them to enter.

At first, they didn't follow. 

So I told them: "Look here," I instructed them, they both immediately straightened up with stiff shoulders that I had to hold in a laugh and continue, "It's late and tonight this is the place where you both will be staying. If not, stay outside like those gente pobres who can eat you before the last thing you'll hear from me is, 'I told you so.' " 

I pivoted to head downward upon catching the footsteps approaching me from the rear. Meanwhile, Peter and Kurt had firmly decided and proceeded through the garage entrance, which shut with a gentle rumble, enclosing us securely within the brownstone townhouse. 

A grin crept across my face as I observed Peter and Kurt exchanging anxious looks. A sense of relief quickly replaced their reluctance to enter the haven as they realized the alternative would be facing the dangers of the outside world overrun by zombies. I led them through the dimly lit garage, which was filled with the comforting scent of motor oil and the reassuring hum of a backup generator as it was also decorated with guns, snipers, knives, tools, katanas (only if necessary), and most importantly, spears. 

I watched Peter approach them to stare in awe, until his eyes landed on the webshooters, "Hey, my webshooters!" He exclaimed excitedly: "Where did you get them?" "Eh, from the black market." I shrugged casually, wondering how he would react to my answer. Sure enough, Peter's eyes widened in surprise and Kurt chimes in, "The black market? Are they even legal?" Kurt said, I chuckled, understanding their concerns. 

"Legality is not my main concern when dealing with zombies, folks." Parking my motorbike by the stairs to the living room, I then hand the webshooters to Peter before activating the shields around the place. "I do what is necessary to stay alive, and at that time, the black market provided unique tools for buyers." Peter nodded, looking puzzled, while Kurt's expression showed a blend of gratitude and suspicion. "You're correct... Thank you for supporting us, Rosa."

I patted his shoulder, "Te entiendo," I walked away to type down the password to open the hatch that led to the house above: "You both were one of the estúpidos men I've ever seen for doing such a prank. Good thing, I found you both there or you'll both be muertos." I then turned around to place all my weapons and duffel bag on the workshop table before I told them to follow me upstairs, "Hehe, yeah." 

Peter nervously smiled by scratching the back of his neck, "Thanks for the insult." Kurt sarcastically rolls his eyes, on which Peter playfully wraps an arm over his shoulder to mess with him. Before I unlocked the door, we entered.

The brownstone townhouse used to be a broken home with lousy plumbing, holes on the rooftops, and shattered windows with horrible spray can colors displayed everywhere in the rooms. Luckily, once my family had moved in with me in their arms, they had great jobs, but there were many sacrifices for us to handle; as we ascended the stairs to the living quarters, I felt a mixture of emotions. It was good to be home, but the world outside was now more dangerous than ever. Then, as soon as the trio went upstairs, Peter and Kurt were shocked again by seeing a living room.

I shushed them, "Lower your voices." Both grew confused but agreed: "Wow, this place is incredible! It feels so cozy and homely," Peter quietly exclaimed, admiring the decor. Suddenly, his expression turned worried. "But what if the zombies attack?" I quickly removed my boots and placed them in a box that disinfected and cleaned them silently. 

Peter goes around to look at the dining room with Kurt, who warily glances at the stairs above but before he can check it out, I walk over to him; Extending my hand for him to hand over his shoes. It took him a while to understand what I meant until finally, Kurt obliged with a quick 'thanks' while I earned him a 'your welcome' and asked, "Do you think the zombies will come?"

I used a bit of confidence and replied, "No, they won't." I quietly whispered, not wanting to give them the chance to know about my brother: "This place is fully protected and invisible with a special device." I revealed the device, and both Kurt and Peter were amazed. 

"Isn't that the same device that Wakanda's force field to hide from the government?" Kurt asked. I nodded in confirmation, and Peter gasped in amazement as he took the device from my hands. I couldn't help but smile at their disbelief expression, "AWESOME!" Kurt and I shushed him, gave a quick 'sorry', and whispered: "B-But, can we take this?" "I got 56 of them, so tomorrow, I'll give you one for each of you."

Peter glanced at Kurt, who was also smiling in approval. Without hesitation, he happily cheered and ran up to me, "OH MY GOD! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" Excitement filled him as he hugged me tightly, but I pushed him away with a stern glare.

"Don't do hugs." 

"Oh, hehe, sorry." That is when I showed the kitchen marble table had black wooden legs with three drawers next to one another, and on top of it was a bowl of fresh apples being taken out of my apple tree that I hadn't even told the boys about, which will stay that way forever... until the apocalypse is over. There was a microwave and oven to go together with the white brick wall. 

The kitchen shelves were made of natural wood but painted with dark turquoise paint, with genuine golden handles on every drawer and kitchen cabinet: "Holy shit, your house is amazing." "Never thought we'd see a real house again, to be honest," Kurt added.

I chuckled at their reactions before I showed them another set of stairs that led to the bedrooms, where Peter and Kurt soon followed me until I opened the door in front of me: "This is my room. So don't go inside unless I give permission." I strictly but calmly told them.

Kurt and Peter nodded before they followed me to the next room, on the left, and after walking down the hallway in a comfortable silence, I unlocked the door by saying: "Also, Kurt, this is my parent's old room. I open the other door, and it reveals it: "It's a bit dusty, but the plumbing system here is perfect."

"Hm~ It looks nice! I compliment the furniture!" I nodded at his comment before I said, "Which will be where you would be sleeping, Kurt." Peter smiles brightly at Kurt, knowing how he misses the nice beds before the apocalypse, "We can sleep here?" Kurt exclaimed, raising an eyebrow to which I nodded, "Sí, you've both gotten permission to sleep in it after dinner." This stunned Kurt before he whistled in admiration again; I coughed for them to follow me: "So anyways, Peter." I turn to him: "It's very nice of you." 

"De nada. I hope you don't get overly excited." I led the boys to the far end of the hallway when my little brother unexpectedly appeared in the middle. His grey eyes widened, his green t-shirt slightly wrinkled. "Juan, what are you doing here?" I asked in surprise. Juan's focus was not on me but on Peter and Kurt, who were both startled upon seeing him.

Before one of them could approach him, my little brother quickly ran back to his room and locked the door; his reaction made me chuckle. "Don't worry, he's just shy when meeting new people." They both fell silent, seeming a bit concerned until Peter spoke: "Is he your--" "My little brother," I interrupted, replying.

The tension eased as Peter nodded understandingly, and Kurt let out a small chuckle. "Well, that explains the protectiveness," He remarked with a smile. I grinned, glad that they were taking it in stride. Juan's sudden appearance had added an unexpected twist to my plans by surprising him, but I was confident I could still make it a memorable one. 

"It's late, ustedes need to take a bath." I then took them to another room upstairs which led to the bathroom.

Immediately, the boys went to separate bathrooms and showered themselves while I closed the doors so they could enjoy it. In the meantime, I went to take Kurt's clothes and Peter's suit by switching them to my papa's t-shirts and pajama pants so they wouldn't be wearing the same clothes. How do I know this? Well, they stink so badly that I put the clothes and Peter's suit in the washer for them to be clean the next day.

Time skip~

Later, I went upstairs to see how Peter and Kurt were doing. I noticed they were both wearing the clothes I had given them, and they seemed to enjoy them. I quietly listened in on their conversation, hearing them express their excitement at being able to wear comfortable clothes again. "Man, doesn't it feel great just to wear pajamas again!" Peter exclaimed. 

"Yeah...it feels so warm and cozy... too cozy for a criminal." Kurt added, but then I heard what I needed to hear and waited for the discussion to continue: "Kurt, why were you suspicious of Rosa?" Spiderman asks, "Didn't you understand who we were dealing with?" Kurts explains, "Rosa is one of the most dangerous gun traffickers in New York; I was on this case of finding the criminal called 'Señora de Acero.' With my buddies one night, we contacted her rival, who told us where to find her.

"It was at the Riverside Park." I listened intently to his words as I couldn't help but remember how I got ahold of the rivalry's suspicious plans to take me down when I figured it out and planned on getting them arrested for doing it: "Really? Isn't it just a park?" Peter asked. Kurt shushed him, thinking I wouldn't hear them when I stood halfway up the stairs: "Oh no, no! It wasn't, and that's where it gets real! I found the secret place called the Underground Tunnels of Hell, which leads to parties where everyone does shitty things like drugs, alcohol, and even selling guns for over 200 dollars to 5.6k dollars worth of profit." 

'Carajo, este guey sabe todo! I thought, 'Despues de todo, Kurt no es un pendejo.' I should congratulate him on his criminology; I listened more: "And you know what else is shocking?" "W-What's that?" "Every hero/villain around America and the world never knew about it, not even you, the Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D., and H. Y.D.R.A." Kurt whispers behind his ear; Peter was stunned, to say the least, I know what's going through his head, and I can tell it was complete confusion, shock and fear all at once. "H-How did she um... manage not to get detected?" 

"Well, thanks to me, I had known when the words are reversed in computer/notebook with my multilinguistic skills, and our team wanted to have this chance to capture her." He sighed, "Sadly, once we got to the Underground Tunnels of Hell, it was all cleaned up except for her spray paint message." Kurt creeply says, that Peter was shivering in fear: "Written in Spanish, 'Que disfruten los Túneles subterráneos del infierno.' " 

Before Peter could reply, I stopped him from shaking and placed a hand on his shoulder: "Oye, Hombre Araña." I saw Kurt glaring at me, and I ignored it by telling Peter, "I get it; you and Kurt don't trust me, but let me remind you both that if it weren't for me, you both would be dead in a matter of seconds. So be grateful, que Dios, that you both can stay alive. Now, permiso. I'm going to check on my little brother, change into something comfortable as you both por favor do the same, and head downstairs for dinner." 

Walking away before going to my room to change into dark blue pajamas and headed downstairs to the kitchen to heat the dinner I had cooked for myself yesterday. But since I now have guests, I set the table and some glasses up to fill them with water and ice cubes; I stare down at it with a nod: "Wow, you cooked all this?" Peter's voice made me jump as he asked in surprise, "Yup, and it's on the house," I told him. He wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug, but I froze, not understanding what to do. 

I wasn't sure whether to return the gesture, so I patted his back instead. He let go as we heard Kurt taking a bite of the chicken burritos and fried rice like it was poison. I earned him a look, and he swallowed in fear before taking a chunk of the burrito when I smiled in triumph. After a minute or so, Kurt moaned in delight before giving me a thumbs up, and Peter dug in as well; I then explained to them that it wasn't poison.

"Hermana..." I glanced behind Peter's shoulder where my little brother (Juan) was shyly peeking through the doorway, to which the boys turned around and Kurt smiled gently at him, "Hey, little squirt." I grinned as Juan slowly made his way to the table, eyeing Peter with curiosity and awe. "Hey there, buddy," Peter greeted him warmly, ruffling his hair. 

As soon as he ruffled his hair, Juan excitedly tackled him into a hug: "TU ERES SPIDERMAN! Y TU ERES EL X-CON POLICIA! ESTO ES UN HONOR PARA CONOCERLOS!" Kurt shifted to make room for Juan beside Peter, who eagerly reciprocated the hug. Juan's eyes widened with excitement as he bombarded Kurt with questions: 'How did you survive?' 'Are there other survivors?' 'Can you show me where you live?' 

"Juan, calm down." I gently but, sternly tell him, and he bashfully apologizes to Peter and Kurt for asking too much, who they appeared to be more enthusiastic than he was about answering his questions. 

"Actually, I'd love to tell you more about my stories, Juan," Peter said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "What do you want to know?"

Juan's eyes widened even further as he eagerly began to ask more questions. "Tell me if the Avengers exist. Are the superheroes making a cure yet? Where do you guys live?" Kurt glances at me as if asking permission to which I nod tiredly and he leans back in his chair, "Well... half the Avengers is missing and the other ones were with are living in a subway."

Peter nodded in agreement. "That's right." I smiled, listening to their conversation. It was nice to see Juan so excited and engaged. I poured myself a glass of water and sat down beside him. As they continued to chat, I couldn't help but notice how natural it seemed for the three of them to get along. They were like old friends already, despite being strangers just minutes ago.

As I gazed around the cozy domestic scene, I couldn't shake the feeling that our peaceful evening was about to take a dramatic turn. My intuition proved correct, as I noticed the late hour and deliberately cleared my throat to refocus their attention on the clock. "It's well past 1 am, Juan," I said firmly, "I'm sure the boys will be happy to answer your questions in the morning." 

Juan's excitement momentarily waned at the reminder of the late hour, but his curiosity still lingered. He protested weakly, but I knew better, and gently scooped him up in my arms, guiding him away from the kitchen, "Ahora, cual canción quieres que te cantó?" To which Juan tiredly smiled in my chest, and replied: "Mary Poppins one...quien canta 'feeding the birds'." 

"Okay then," I climb up the stairs while I sang, "ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ ᴘᴀᴜʟ'ꜱ..."

"ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ʙɪʀᴅ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ

ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ

ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ, "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ʙᴜʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴀɢꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙꜱ"

"ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ, ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʀᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ

ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ʙᴀʀᴇ

ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ"

"ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ, ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ

ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ

ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ", ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴇꜱ

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ ꜰɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ

ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴇᴅʀᴀʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴘᴏꜱᴛʟᴇꜱ

ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴇʟʟꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀᴇꜱ

ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴍɪʟɪɴɢ

ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴡ

"ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ, ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ", ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

"ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ, ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ

ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ"

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴡ

"ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ, ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ", ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

"ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ, ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ

ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴜᴘᴘᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀɢ..."

After singing the lullaby, my little brother had already gone to sleep and I softly smile before covering him with his Spiderman merch blanket; Snuggling deeper, I got up to leave only to bump into an ankle. I covered my mouth from laughing at the sight before me was Peter and Kurt's bodies sleeping on the hallway floor, 'I guess they fell asleep when I sang.'

I silently chuckled and took turns, dragging Kurt's and Peter's tired bodies to my parent's old room; a couple of minutes went by, and I finally tucked them in, shook my head, and left to sleep in my room with a smile on my face.