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MHA #4; Sunday Morning [08/13].
Aug. 13th, 2023 05:17 amSo. Yesterday had been a whole thing, huh? The last couple of weeks, really, had been, more so in the last few days, but clearly, in the aftermath of everything that had gone down, yesterday definitely stuck out, and Summer hadn't even really talk with Stark too much about what all had happened. But it was pretty clear, from the moment she found him waiting for her at her door, and even just the way he'd kissed her, that this was going to require some tenderness and delicacy that she didn't really feel came naturally to her, but she was clearly willing to give it a try.
So they didn't really talk and they just sort of held each other until they fell asleep there on the couch, and then moved over to the bedroom once Stark had woken up startled and screaming, and there was one more instance of that once they'd relocated, too.
So Summer was yawning and tired and looking forward to come coffee when she woke up that morning, this time without any shouting or nightmares pulling her out of it, and carefully slipped out of bed to let Stark sleep some more while she went into the kitchen to start digging around and seeing what she might have for making breakfast. She wanted to make a nice big breakfast, too, eggs, pancakes, potatoes, sausage, the shebang, since, in what little they did talk about, he'd mentioned only having food cubes for the past few days. And she knew that, when Stark eventually did wake up and she wasn't there, he was probably going to panic a little, but she felt that was important, too. He'd panic, but then he'd realize where he was, and that everything was fine, and come to that conclusion on his own, without having to lean on her entirely, like a crutch.
So she was making breakfast. And she was chugging coffee almost as fast as she could make it. And she was occasionally checking out some of her scratches to make sure none of them were getting, like, gross or infected or anything. And she was thinking about some stuff between pancake flips and cracking eggs.
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So they didn't really talk and they just sort of held each other until they fell asleep there on the couch, and then moved over to the bedroom once Stark had woken up startled and screaming, and there was one more instance of that once they'd relocated, too.
So Summer was yawning and tired and looking forward to come coffee when she woke up that morning, this time without any shouting or nightmares pulling her out of it, and carefully slipped out of bed to let Stark sleep some more while she went into the kitchen to start digging around and seeing what she might have for making breakfast. She wanted to make a nice big breakfast, too, eggs, pancakes, potatoes, sausage, the shebang, since, in what little they did talk about, he'd mentioned only having food cubes for the past few days. And she knew that, when Stark eventually did wake up and she wasn't there, he was probably going to panic a little, but she felt that was important, too. He'd panic, but then he'd realize where he was, and that everything was fine, and come to that conclusion on his own, without having to lean on her entirely, like a crutch.
So she was making breakfast. And she was chugging coffee almost as fast as she could make it. And she was occasionally checking out some of her scratches to make sure none of them were getting, like, gross or infected or anything. And she was thinking about some stuff between pancake flips and cracking eggs.
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