Roommates and sleepovers (Peter, then Annie eventually)
Alec liked Sunny. Not in a like-like sort of way, but she had fire in her he could definitely appreciate and she ever wanted to take him to bed to sort out any further aggression, he would totally be willing to do that. But after that and a run - he hated arrival day - he ended up back down the hall to his room. He pushed over the door and saw Peter lying face down on his bed. Alec was almost tempted to just back out of the room.
He didn't.
"Well, that's not a good sign." He sighed. "What happened? Did you fall and hurt your face again? Maybe you farted in front of Liz?"
He didn't.
"Well, that's not a good sign." He sighed. "What happened? Did you fall and hurt your face again? Maybe you farted in front of Liz?"
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He looks over at Alec and shoots him a please be nice to her, PLEASE look at him.
"This is my roommate, Alec," he says, gesturing to him. "He's my best friend here, so you can trust him."
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It wasn't that Alec was trying to be mean, it was he had no idea how to handle a kid. In fact, the way Peter was so... casual around her - it was something that Alec quietly was impressed with.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah, that's me... best friend." Which might have been the first time he ever said that out loud or truly acknowledged it. Truthfully, though, Peter was family to Alec.
"You can, uh... use my bed. I can just go sle--" probably best not to say with someone. "-have a... sleepover. With a friend. Braid hard and stuff."
Was it bad form to drink in front of eight year-olds? He felt like he needed a drink.
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"Can I?" She asked, looking to Peter. "Just this once, I promise... it's all just really new."
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Peter looks over at Alec and gives him a grateful if you need to leave, you can nod.
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Alec's shoulders visibly relax and he exhaled quietly. He probably didn't say anything permanently scarring to the child, right?
"I'll, uh, make sure there's candy here next time. Or something." Kids like candy, right? Right?
He cleared his throat, nodded to Peter, and exited as quickly as possible while looking casual.
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"I have one," She confirms with a nod. "It works like a phone or something, right?"
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Annie had yet to try the journal, but she knew of it. She only knew a few people to write to right now.
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God, the sock on the door.
"Were you lonely?" he asks.
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"I couldn't sleep..." She said. "I normally have a single bed and a bunch of stuffies... and the sounds were all wrong in the dark."
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That will at least give him a better idea of what they should do next.
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"Are you staying awake?" She asked. eyes sluggish.
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A beat, and then:
"But if you wanted to stay up, I'd stay up with you," he adds very quickly.
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Annie was repeating words of wisdom her parents gave her before bed often.
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Annie crawled in excitedly. She thought the bed seemed automatically more comfortable than hers. She curled up on her side, hugging her plush toy.
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"Where'd you get your toy?" he asks, pointing to the little spider-plush.
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"It's part of a set I had since I was born," She answered. "I don't have Hulk anymore, but I still have Iron Man, Thor, Black Widow, and Captain America. But Spidey's my favorite."
She smiled and hugged him.
"I bring him to school in my backpack," She explained. "It's why I still have him here."
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"What happened to the Hulk?" he asks.
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Her parents didn't want to answer that question when she asked it.
Annie smiled, but soon the smile turned into a yawn.
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"Is it okay if I turn the light off now?" he asks.
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Annie was already starting to feel really sleepy.
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Truthfully, he's not very tired, but he figures it might help Annie to have someone to lay down next to until she falls asleep. Then he can probably migrate over to the couch.
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Around midnight, her breathing changed. In her dreams, there was a big shadow. She could never escape the shadow. It had the most horrible, throaty laugh. Her body twisted and turned. It wriggled. Eventually she found herself in the fetal position lying on Peter's ceiling. The shadow was still chasing her. Annie made whimpering sounds in her sleep.
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"Annie?" he asks, panicked. He checks under the bed, then in Alec's room. It doesn't occur to him to look up until he hears her whimper again.
Peter crawls up along the side of his bedroom, then up onto the ceiling. "Annie," he says gently. He doesn't quite touch her to rouse her yet. "It's okay. It's Peter."
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