Annie Hargreeves (
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2021-10-08 08:14 am
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MHA #2 | Late, late Friday night
Annie missed sleeping all the way through the night.
It still happened occasionally, but the restlessness and bad dreams that had started up in the spring hadn't ever really gone away -- they'd just improved as she'd felt safer and less stressed out. And sure, there were things that tended to help -- she'd slept wonderfully in Australia, and there were plenty of times she was just so exhausted for one reason or another that she just fell into bed and didn't wake up until the alarm went off the next morning.
But there were still times like tonight, when Annie had woken up out of a light doze and stared at the ceiling for way too long before creeping out of bed (quiet enough to not wake Diego, she hoped) and padding out into the kitchen. It wasn't any one thing so much as a dozen little things -- worry about work, of course, and whether the next time she stepped into the tower would be the time Homelander just fucking lost it. Concerns about how Summer was doing off in space (like, obviously she was amazing, and Annie would never tell her this, but she was praying for her anyway.) Missing her mom, now that they barely talked.
And, of course, the thing she thought about all the time now, because it was inescapable: there were five people lost in time, and she couldn't do anything about it. And while Annie did her best to keep a positive outlook there for Diego's -- and Five's -- sake, it was exactly the kind of thing that liked to sneak up on her in the middle of the night and remind her that she should worry.
So that was why she was taking her little bag of Almond Joy miniatures and wandering over to the guest room door, listening close for movement within before tapping lightly on the door.
[for one!]
It still happened occasionally, but the restlessness and bad dreams that had started up in the spring hadn't ever really gone away -- they'd just improved as she'd felt safer and less stressed out. And sure, there were things that tended to help -- she'd slept wonderfully in Australia, and there were plenty of times she was just so exhausted for one reason or another that she just fell into bed and didn't wake up until the alarm went off the next morning.
But there were still times like tonight, when Annie had woken up out of a light doze and stared at the ceiling for way too long before creeping out of bed (quiet enough to not wake Diego, she hoped) and padding out into the kitchen. It wasn't any one thing so much as a dozen little things -- worry about work, of course, and whether the next time she stepped into the tower would be the time Homelander just fucking lost it. Concerns about how Summer was doing off in space (like, obviously she was amazing, and Annie would never tell her this, but she was praying for her anyway.) Missing her mom, now that they barely talked.
And, of course, the thing she thought about all the time now, because it was inescapable: there were five people lost in time, and she couldn't do anything about it. And while Annie did her best to keep a positive outlook there for Diego's -- and Five's -- sake, it was exactly the kind of thing that liked to sneak up on her in the middle of the night and remind her that she should worry.
So that was why she was taking her little bag of Almond Joy miniatures and wandering over to the guest room door, listening close for movement within before tapping lightly on the door.
[for one!]

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Five startled awake from his dozing sitting up with a book in his lap. "Yes?" The knocking continued to be weird to him.
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Annie stuck her head in, looking from Five and his book over to the super intimidating board she didn't understand. "Sorry, did I wake you? I'm just up and wanted to see if you were."
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"I'm awake," he said, rubbing his eyes. Thank god he was young enough to handle this.
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And so here she was, stress-eating candy and trying to make a friend. She held the bag out to him. "Almond Joy?"
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"Thank you," he said, peeling it open. "What's got you up?"
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She waved vaguely at his board. "Worry. This happens -- I wake up, I start thinking, I can't go back to sleep, I go eat candy."
Diego, of course, had no idea. Or, at least, Annie didn't think he did, but she also didn't really consider what a light, paranoid sleeper he was and thus how he probably totally knew and just humored her.
"Do you think you're getting closer?" she asked hopefully. "No pressure. Just curious."
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Or at least, made up to a degree that no one was going to start another fight and knock over furniture. Probably.
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And it was hokey as hell.
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Granted, her experience had been on more of a one-on-one basis, and hadn't really involved time travel, strictly speaking.
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Ugh, this was the worst.
"Our father always told us that we were stronger together and I think he might have meant literally."
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It would be kind of hard to tell if Diego's improved, probably. How do you have extra perfect aim? Especially since Annie just thought he was preternaturally agile thanks to ballroom dancing lessons or whatever.
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But, like...okay, really?
"So you guys are...you're literally stronger together?" she asked, slowly smiling. "The answer is teamwork?"
Y'all were right: she was never, ever going to let this go.
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No, Five, you made it worse.
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And it made her worried, selfishly, for Diego, but what else was new? She was kind of always worried about Diego, these days.
She was also offering out more candy because of that hugging comment. (Even if she actually thought she might be on to something, there.)
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Also, look at him trying to communicate. Kinda.
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And it was the first scrap of hope they'd had in awhile, so she was all about it.
She paused, clearly trying to decide whether to ask something else, and then just going for it. "Do you think they're okay? Wherever they are?"
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And she was just gonna press her luck, if he was communicating. "You must be really worried about them. I would be." But she would, you know, show it. In a non-feral way.
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Not in a creepy Luther and Allison way.
And look at how pushing worked this time! Maybe because he was tired. Or maybe because of the candy bribe.
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She still liked Vanya a lot! She just also was...kind of afraid of her. Just a little. Going through a wall and hearing about how she blew up the moon could do that.
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