"I hope you all enjoyed that delicious breakfast!"
And with that, Peter snapped upright in bed, grappling for a pillow sack that wasn't there. Where was - oh. Oh, fantastic. He'd passed out just waiting for Kurt and pals. And then, he'd slept through breakfast. Today was waffle day.
Peter flopped face first back onto his pillow in despair. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmrgh!"
That was it. That was the last night he was wasting on a sum total of zilch. From here on out he was booking it through every hallway and today? Today he was getting Kurt's room number. And Kitty's. Maybe that Alex guy's too, if only to keep a close eye on him.
And Matt, god. And Logan. At this rate they'd never find out what happened to them. Looked like it was about time to bite the bullet and ask the last person he trusted.
Right on time, she pushed through the door, yapping about how he'd been out cold since last shift yesterday and how he'd better get a move on his day. All Peter could do was grit his teeth and play along, and throw out the question as innocuously as possible.
"Hey, there was a blind guy around here. Reddish hair, tall? I haven't seen him in a while..."
"Oh, Matthew?" The nurse blinked in surprise. "He was released some time ago, I think. Just after the Doyleton trip. I had no idea you were close."
Peter's heart sank. Right after Doyleton. Shit. Oh god. It had been absolute chaos, and Matt relied on his hearing and his sense of smell. He would have been completely overwhelmed between the smell off the zombie things and the screaming and the moaning - okay, no, some people faded away. Like, just disappeared. He'd heard about that happening, right? There was a fifty fifty chance that he'd just vanished instead. Those were good enough odds.
It didn't help that twinge in his chest. Another knot in his throat. He'd barely known the guy, all things considered, but he'd latched on to him, he supposed. The Daredevil he knew was a total ass, but this one was cool and made jokes and came with him to the morgue so he could sob like a baby over Harry. Hung out with him and Kurt. Watched his back. Matt had said that he was friends with the older Spider-Man back home, and maybe that made Peter kind of...assume things...
He licked his lips and tried again. "What about Logan? Shortish kind of guy, really hairy. Uh. Canadian?"
"Hmm, I believe he was released? I'll have to double check, but I'm sure he went home a few days ago. If I'm thinking of the right man of course."
This was not good.
Peter slunk into the Sun Room with heavy feet. It didn't help that instead of Kurt or even Kitty, the first person he saw from his failed expedition last night was Alex, lurking around the bulletin board. Great. Well, there was no use avoiding him. The room was only so big, and he'd look like an even bigger dork than he already did trying to duck behind couches. The guy probably wanted an explanation for being stood up last night anyway.
He slouched into the wall far enough to interrupt his staring contest with the board, noting that Alex looked in about as good of spirits as he was. Hooray. He tucked away that knot in the throat for the time being and dug up something that could pass for his normal motor mouthy-self. Alex didn't know Matt or Logan. Why should he give two anythings about them?
"Okay, so either I was wrong in thinking that that hallway where Kurt tackled me on my first night wasn't in front of his block, or the night ended way earlier for me than it did for you guys. And the universe has already punished me for this by denying me waffles, so please don't punch me in the gut again."
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And with that, Peter snapped upright in bed, grappling for a pillow sack that wasn't there. Where was - oh. Oh, fantastic. He'd passed out just waiting for Kurt and pals. And then, he'd slept through breakfast. Today was waffle day.
Peter flopped face first back onto his pillow in despair. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmrgh!"
That was it. That was the last night he was wasting on a sum total of zilch. From here on out he was booking it through every hallway and today? Today he was getting Kurt's room number. And Kitty's. Maybe that Alex guy's too, if only to keep a close eye on him.
And Matt, god. And Logan. At this rate they'd never find out what happened to them. Looked like it was about time to bite the bullet and ask the last person he trusted.
Right on time, she pushed through the door, yapping about how he'd been out cold since last shift yesterday and how he'd better get a move on his day. All Peter could do was grit his teeth and play along, and throw out the question as innocuously as possible.
"Hey, there was a blind guy around here. Reddish hair, tall? I haven't seen him in a while..."
"Oh, Matthew?" The nurse blinked in surprise. "He was released some time ago, I think. Just after the Doyleton trip. I had no idea you were close."
Peter's heart sank. Right after Doyleton. Shit. Oh god. It had been absolute chaos, and Matt relied on his hearing and his sense of smell. He would have been completely overwhelmed between the smell off the zombie things and the screaming and the moaning - okay, no, some people faded away. Like, just disappeared. He'd heard about that happening, right? There was a fifty fifty chance that he'd just vanished instead. Those were good enough odds.
It didn't help that twinge in his chest. Another knot in his throat. He'd barely known the guy, all things considered, but he'd latched on to him, he supposed. The Daredevil he knew was a total ass, but this one was cool and made jokes and came with him to the morgue so he could sob like a baby over Harry. Hung out with him and Kurt. Watched his back. Matt had said that he was friends with the older Spider-Man back home, and maybe that made Peter kind of...assume things...
He licked his lips and tried again. "What about Logan? Shortish kind of guy, really hairy. Uh. Canadian?"
"Hmm, I believe he was released? I'll have to double check, but I'm sure he went home a few days ago. If I'm thinking of the right man of course."
This was not good.
Peter slunk into the Sun Room with heavy feet. It didn't help that instead of Kurt or even Kitty, the first person he saw from his failed expedition last night was Alex, lurking around the bulletin board. Great. Well, there was no use avoiding him. The room was only so big, and he'd look like an even bigger dork than he already did trying to duck behind couches. The guy probably wanted an explanation for being stood up last night anyway.
He slouched into the wall far enough to interrupt his staring contest with the board, noting that Alex looked in about as good of spirits as he was. Hooray. He tucked away that knot in the throat for the time being and dug up something that could pass for his normal motor mouthy-self. Alex didn't know Matt or Logan. Why should he give two anythings about them?
"Okay, so either I was wrong in thinking that that hallway where Kurt tackled me on my first night wasn't in front of his block, or the night ended way earlier for me than it did for you guys. And the universe has already punished me for this by denying me waffles, so please don't punch me in the gut again."