It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
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bakerstreet2017-04-18 02:50 pm
peter quill | mcu | ota
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Her plan was to be back before Quill had noticed that she was gone, hood up and paying in cash. The late (or early) hour keeps her trip to a quick in and out, and she's slipping back through the window with the bag in hand. Don't worry, she got you something too.
There's a quick jiggle of it as she pulls herself through, placing it delicately on the surface close by, back turned to the room as she gives a quick look outside before pulling the curtains back shut. Most of the city was still asleep, and there were no immediate signs of anyone noticing her. Not outside, anyway.
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Now, though, living in a mundane sort of place like this reminds him of being a kid in Missouri. It’s nostalgic, in a way, but he’s unused to being grounded like this, and more than that, unused to having to hide like this. Peter finds he doesn’t really like it. At least Romanoff’s company makes it a little bearable. Dry as her humor is, she at least understands when he’s making a reference and even shoots one or two back at him, which he appreciates. (Sometimes her references fly over his head, though; anything after 1988 tends to be lost on him.)
It’s not her exit that rouses him; he jerks awake of his own accord, thanks to some bad dream. Nothing in particular, except an overwhelming sense of panic and fear, and once he’s awake, the dream is already fading away into nothing, escaping into the ether. He slips out of his room, wanders around the small space of the house to calm his nerves, and he suddenly realizes he hears nothing.
No soft inhale and exhale of breath. No quiet shift of movement, the whisper of sheets.
The house is empty.
He freezes when he hears the window opening, wishing suddenly that he hadn’t left his guns back in his room, but in the dim light, he sees a flash of red, hears the wrinkling of a bag. He recognizes Natasha when the light of a street lamp falls across her face as she gazes out into the street.
Once his heart stops pounding in his chest, Peter sighs, loudly, and crosses his arms across his chest.
“And just where have you been, young lady?” His voice is heavy with feigned disapproval, and he punctuates his words by tapping his foot. “I’ve been worried sick.”