It was a Saturday afternoon, the perfect time for a lazy hangout in the twins' secret base. The early autumn breeze wafted through the old warehouse, sending dust particles dancing in the golden sunlight. Peter sat wrapped in a blanket on the old, springy couch, paying little attention to the bustling streets outside as he read his book quietly.

Evie was bored out of her mind, having already finished her novel. She walked over to a bucket of water and promptly kicked it over, sending its contents spilling over the polished concrete.

Peter jerked up and pulled the blanket out of the way, scowling at his sister. "What was the for?"

She paid little attention to his comment but instead turned the water into ice. She slipped off her sneakers and stood on the slippery surface, watching as it crawled up her ankles to form ice skates made of ice.

Peter rolled his eyes as she started skating around, his couch in the middle of her ice skating ring. It was alright at first, but the constant grating of ice against ice bugged him after some time. "Do I need to web you?"

"Didn't you tell me that using them hurt your wrist?" She asked innocently as she does around him. He sighed, sinking back into the couch. That was true: the ones that came from his actual wrist did hurt. But he preferred the few stinging minutes to the constant raking against his ears. He spun around and shot a web as she jumped, ignoring the sharp pain. She spun out of the way, the web landing on the roof. He yelped as he jerked forwards, swinging across the ice until he dropped, sprawling across the slippery surface.

Evie laughed and skated over. "That was kinda sick, not gonna lie," she said as she watched Peter try to stand up. "Oh come on! I thought you were sticky!"

"Yeah, I'm not touching the ice, thanks!" Peter gave up, sitting on his heels as he glared at his sister.

Evie was about to retort when a scream rang out, cutting through the otherwise still air. They both looked at each other and bolted outside, Evie clearing up the ice in a matter of seconds. Outside, a woman with her son was staring down the barrel of a gun while the mugger shouted at them. Fear gripped the twins. The refused to let anyone die at the hands of a gun, no matter the cost.

With synchronized movements, Peter pulled his hood down to shield his face and Evie touched her forehead, a mask of ice spiralling out. She pulled the water that she had just put back out of the bucket and slammed it along the ground, turning it to ice. The mugger paused as he slipped on the new ice. Peter aimed a web at the gun and pulled. It swung free of its owner and slid along the frozen ground, where it was then trapped in an icy prison. Peter shot a few more webs, trapping the man against the opposite wall. He struggled against them but gave up, too tired to fight them.

The woman blinked, still holding her son. "Th-thank you?"

Evie smiled warmly. "Sorry if we scared you. We didn't want you to get hurt." She grabbed Peter's arm and dragged him back to the warehouse, picking the ice up yet again and plopping it back in the bucket.

"That was... really sick," Peter said as he pulled his hood off, reaching for his novel. "Ow."

"Here." She reached out her hands, resting them gently on his burning wrists. "Is that better?"

He nodded, exhaling deeply.

"You should figure out how to make artificial webs. Ones that are stronger and stickier and that don't hurt."

"That's actually a good idea." His eyes lit up. "And maybe I could swing from them!"

They made eye contact and both smiled as an idea dawned on them.

"We could be superheroes," Evie said in a hushed whisper. "We could fight crime in Queens together!"

Peter nodded excitedly. " And we can make outfits and come up with superhero names and have secret identities!"

Evie squealed with excitement. It was such an exciting prospect, swinging and zooming around, kicking crime's butt as they helped stopped muggers and robberies. She stopped, thinking of May. "No one else can know though, okay? If they do, then we might get May into trouble."

Peter nodded. "It'll be our secret. Twin pact." They pinky promised, stamping the pact shut with their thumbs. Evie slipped her shoes back on and they grabbed their books, zipping back out into the busy streets of their home city, anxious to get home before dark.

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"Okay. Names." Evie laced around the small bedroom, tapping her lucky pen against her chin. "You need something spidery and I need something icy."

"Hmm." Peter frowned, thinking. His eyes wandered to his Iron Man figurine, the repulsor aimed at him. Tony Stark was his hero and his Idol, especially after the Stark Expo when Peter had nearly been blasted to smithereens. He still remembered the feeling of pride welling up in his chest as the hero praised him for his work. "What about... Spider-Man?"

Evie, who had been in a self-debate on Snowflake or Aquatica raised an eyebrow. "You don't even have a learners permit yet."

"I know. But no one's gonna want two inexperienced teenagers attempting to fight bad guys, do they?"

Evie frowned. He had a point. "Fine. You can be Spider-Man. Which sounds better: Snowflake or Aquatica?"

Peter smirked. "Frosty."

The girl growled and flopped onto his bed. "We are not doing that stupid nickname, Parker."

"Love how you say Parker when your last name too." He turned back to his desk, sketching ideas as he waited for Evie's retort. She stayed silent. "Eve?"

She pulled one of the pictures off his bed, studying it curiously. "This trip," she said, "the one where we went to the snow? Didn't you get sick or something?"

Peter sat down next to her, peering at the image. They would have been nine at the time, trying snow sports for the first time. He remembered refusing to wear his gloves, which he regretted shortly after. "Yeah, I got frostbite. Remember?"

Evie looked back at the picture. She didn't have blue eyes back then. She had hazel eyes, almost identical to Peter's. That's why she wore coloured contacts under her glasses: so no one would get suspicious. "Frostbite," she said softly, lying back on the bed. "Spider-Man and Frostbite."

"Don't forget the hyphen," Peter replied, lying down next to her. "It does have a nice ring to it. Spider-Man and Frostbite: the heroes of Queens."

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Danaaaaaaaah! We have superhero names! WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE YAY

You are far too enthusiastic about this.

Have you finished making the webs yet?

... No...

Then shush, I want to get out soon. OOOOH, WHAT IF WE MEET THE AVENGERS!?

NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!

FINISH UP THE WEBS, I'M GONNA SIGN OFF. BYE GUYS!

Byeeeee!