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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bakerstreet2012-01-04 01:53 pm
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Did it get any stronger when I brought you over here? Is there any other way for you to reduce it?
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[ Almost a hundred miles, but perhaps he should keep that to himself? As much as he savors the tide of Steve's concern, his gentleness. Charles craves that gentleness with voracious desperation. His family is lost to him. He takes scraps of affection wherever he can find them. ]
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So they brought you out here? That's terrible, you shouldn't have to feel all the soldiers getting hurt and dying. You need to be where people love you.
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I wanted to do my part. For the war.
England needs me.
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I know how it feels to want to serve your country more than anything. They turned me down four times before I got anywhere. But you're young, Charles, and your part should be to stay at a safe distance and learn from what we're doing so that maybe someday nobody will have to go to war because there won't be any wars to fight.
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I'm not young anymore.
[ No tears. There's something in him that goes dull -- fiercely dull, if that's possible, shoving his emotions away. ]
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His mind sizzles against Steve's. Half-uncontrolled emotion, like holding back a flood --
A raw tear, grief, the sight of his mother setting down a glass of alcohol. And then Charles darting forward once she's gone and gulping down the glass, ignoring the burn of scotch in his throat, muffling his coughing into a pillow. Drinking her drink so that she wouldn't have to. Stumbling outside as the stars wheel lazily overhead and curling under tree roots exposed by crumbling dirt.
When the men came to get him, she looked away and let him go.
Wish you'd died instead of him -- couldn't just let it be -- driving away Kurt Marko, and she knew, she knew that he wasn't normal, that somehow he had forced her new beau away.
Charles drags himself away from Steve, his breath coming fast, almost enough that he's hyperventilating. Puts his head between his knees and breathes, building a stone wall quick and fast around his thoughts. Block it out, block it out. ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. [ It had been the affection, the honest desire to help Charles that triggered this. Triggered a memory of a time when he'd been far more desperate for affection of any, any kind. ]
*collects X-babies*
It's okay. I'll think of something, we'll get you out of here and find you a better family, how about that?
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[ He's breathing, again. He's strong. The pain in his leg has faded. Mental discipline; he can do this.
He uncurls, and stays away from Steve, this time. ]
I'm sorry. I hurt you. I could kill you; I am that strong. There's not anyone who's going to love me. Not anyone outside of this -- yesterday, I told them where every German unit was within fifty miles. There's no one else who can do that.
The rest doesn't matter.
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Just because everyone treats you like a weapon doesn't mean they're right. You're a person, just like them and just like me, and that means you deserve to be loved. It might be harder for you than most to find people to love you because you're different, but that doesn't make you any less deserving.
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I am a weapon.
[ But -- a person too, and his frame eases just a little bit. ]
But, thank you.
...where are you going, tomorrow? Will you show me? I'll check it for you, make sure there's no one waiting.
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You are what you choose to be. Remember that.
[He ruffles Charles's hair.]
You really wanna help me, how about you tell me where my friend Bucky's hiding his stash of candy? Anything else my team can more than handle.
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North, then, up towards the city.
[ He touches his hand to his temple, and closes his eyes. His other hand grips tight on Cap's, and his mind blurs past the roads in between. He finds German civilians, cowering, hiding, trying to find a way to flee the war zone. (He nudges them with the proper route away.) He finds ...
He finds a squad of soldiers. No, more. Troops with cars parked nearby, headed close to crossing Steve's path.
And Charles spider-touches the knowledge of their location, their destination right into Steve's mind.
Also the location of the candy stash.
He's nothing if not thorough. ]
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(The candy stash is somewhere he never would've thought to look. Bucky must've learned a few new tricks before Steve came overseas.)]
Thank you. I'll put this to good use.