Shout out to Jasmine_Caroline For reminding me that I had to update this book. \

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Kennedy's POV

For the next two weeks Peter is silent, he doesn't call, he doesn't come to the tower. It's like he dropped off the face of the planet. Pepper and Tony are too busy worrying about my future to worry about Peter not being around. Meanwhile, without Peter here to help me, I start to sink into a pit of anxiety. What if that's why he's staying away, what if he got tired of having to drag my whiny butt out of the pit of self deprivation. Of course that's it, who would want to be friends with someone who can't even go out in public without freaking out? He had the perfect opportunity to get out of being my caretaker, I don't blame him for taking it, i'd take it if I was him. I reach up and wipe away the tears I didn't realize had been falling. I know if I don't distract myself I will have an attack, so I sit up and throw my blankets on the floor, looking over at my digital clock. Three A.M. well there's no going back to sleep tonight, so I might as well get up. I pull on a hoodie hanging on my bed frame and head down to the common room, I figure it's the best place to go and be awake without bothering anyone. I pull open the sliding glass doors and step out into the chilly early morning air. It's the middle of the night in my opinion, but new york is as awake as ever as I stand watching it from the balcony. The streets are alive with cars, honking and trying to get where they're going. The faint sound of music drifts upward like a lullaby over the whole city. Lights flash unendingly, lighting the way for the people walking below. And somewhere in the distance a police siren sounds. I take a deep breath of the night air as I listen to the sounds of the city that never sleeps. The soft pad of feet comes up behind me, my ears perk up, trying to discern who it is from the sound alone. The perfectly timed steps come to a stop beside me and a see two hands rest on the railing beside me, one of warm pink flesh and the other of shining metallic. I finally look up at the face accompanying these traits, Bucky's messy hair is pushed back out of his red sleep stained face. His puffy eyes scan my face with a quiet understanding.

"You know, I always used to go sit on the fire escape outside my window when I couldn't sleep. There was a pretty good view of the city, a streight different city than it is now. But there were always lights on at all hours of the night, that much hasn't changed." I run a hand over my own arm as a breeze chills me.

"I always wondered what it would be like to live in the 40's." I admit.

"You would have hated it, there were no computers." He teases, I send him a little glare. "Life was harder back then, course if you lived with someone rich like Stark, life'd be pretty swell. People like Steve and Me, we had to rough it all our lives, we always managed to find a good time though." I make no reply other than a smile, and we stand together for some time, enjoying the peaceful night. Until I start to get cold and announce that i'm going inside, Bucky comes along and we sit on the couch, Bucky turns on the TV, the sound seems so strange to me at the hour.

"You got a preference?" He asks me, starting to flip through shows looking for something good.

"Nah, whatever you want." After flipping a little longer he settles on doctor who, "I couldn't have picked better myself." I approve, addressing the fact that I too am a whovian.

"Alright then, what season?" He asks with a smile that no whovian can resist wearing when discovering another whovian.

"Just nothing after the tenth Doctor, I'm not caught up yet." I request.

"Oh, you're gonna love Eleven, you've seen Ten's fanali right?" He asks enthusiastically.

"Yes, but I don't want Ten to go." I whine back.

"Okay, we're watching Eleven's first episode, you have to meet him."

"Ten is my only love, I cannot love another Doctor." I protest dramatically.

"I bet you said that about Nine when he regenerated."

"Shut up." He laughs at me and starts the episode, I am silent the whole time, analyzing this new doctor skeptically, Bucky is quiet too aside from the odd sarcastic comment, and he keeps glancing over at me to see my reaction. When The episode is over I sit staring with my mouth open. Bucky smiles at me and raises an eyebrow.

"You love him don't you?" I ignore him, unwilling to admit it.

"Just play the next episode." I say begrudgingly, he complies with a satisfies laugh, and the theme song starts again. A few episodes roll past and before long the sky outsides turns rosy pink with the sunrise.

"What time is it?" Bucky asks when the episode ends, i look up at the wall clock to find out.

"5:45." I tell him.

"I guess since we're up that means it's our turn to make breakfast." He says, standing up and stretching.

"Okay, what do we make?" I follow him to the kitchen and look inside the fridge.

"I make a pretty good quiche." He suggests.

"Ooo, we could have have quiche and cinnamon rolls."

"Do you know how to make cinnamon rolls?" His brow raises in curios surprise.

"No," I shrug, "But I can google it." I get my laptop off the couch and search for a cinnamon roll recipe. We start getting the ingredients out and figuring out what we're doing when Natasha appears in the room.

"Morning," she pours herself a cup of coffee then sits at the bar with it. "I thought I would be the one making breakfast." Bucky cracks some eggs then turns toward her.

"Well lucky for you we've been up since three" She nods and takes a sip of her coffee. I'm confused, she doesn't seem at all surprised that we're up so early.

"aren't you wondering why we're up?" I ask her as I start mixing the dough. She just shrugs.

"it's kind of normal around here to find people awake at all hours of the night." she says while taking another sip of her coffee. Bucky nods and goes back to making his quiche I think about that for a little while, I guess it makes sense, most of the people here have been through a lot of trauma so it makes sense that everyone would have nights where they're awake with nightmares. the next person to come down is Steve he comes in just as I'm putting the cinnamon rolls in the oven and pours some coffee, sitting down next to Natasha. once the food is in the oven Bucky gets himself some coffee and starts another pot everyone else starts to file into the common room for breakfast Wanda comes down and shortly later Vision follows Bruce shuffles in looking still half asleep, and last of all Pepper and Tony come down together breakfast goes by and everyone seems to enjoy our cinnamon rolls and quiche after breakfast people don't disperse like they usually do, everyone sits around seemingly waiting for some news on my situation but no one will say it. finally Steve asks,

"So Pepper, when's the next court date?"

"Not until Monday." She replies, "and things aren't looking great." I try not to look at all the eyes that are trained on me. I can't imagine having to lo live with my mother, I feel as though it would be the worst experience of my life so far, and that's saying something considering all I've been through. Once everyone disappears from breakfast, the day drags on like normal, with Pepper and Tony busy with phone calls, and me sitting around worrying. I open my phone several times to text Peter, but decide against it, if he wanted to talk to me he would have texted me by now. I hate not having him around, but if he doesn't want to be around me, then I don't want to annoy him. It hurts more than anything to think that he doesn't want to be my friend, I thought we were close, maybe even closer than friends, but I guess I was wrong. Tony comes into the common room while I'm laying on the floor, and pours himself a glass of wine. I pick up my journal to write but i really don't feel like it, so instead I lay the book open on my face and sit there thinking about how much life sucks. 

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