snowblindrpg | [log] Disappear [closed]

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[log] Disappear [closed]

Characters: Stephen, Peter, Bucky, and Steph
Location: The area that once contained building 279
Date: Morning 265
Summary: This building is pining for the fjords
Warnings: Mass confusion

[279: THIS BUILDING DOES NOT EXIST.

This looks like any place in Norfinbury that doesn't have anything there: just empty snow and rubble. When a person tries to traverse it, they will realize that they've gone around the area instead of through it after they have gone around.]

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[Yeah, something's wrong.

Peter drops the snowball and runs over to him.]

Stephen? Stephen, look at me, dude. Are you okay? What's wrong?

[He's instantly concerned, after what had just happened he really didn't know if this was maybe a flashback, or a panic attack, or something horrible thing leftover from what they did to him.]

I don't --

[He shakes his head sharply, breath puffing out in visible clouds. Stephen squeezes his eyes shut but that's worse; they come flying open again. He's shaking all over and he has to fight to gulp down air.]

I need -- out --

[There's not much more out they can get at the moment, but he lurches forward, driven to move, to get away.]

Stephen, you're outside.

[Peter has had panic attacks before, when he was young and his mother just died and he'd been captured by aliens, but he hasn't had one in awhile, and Yondu would just yell at him to 'pull yourself together, boy! Y'ain't soft, are ya!? Soft humans get eaten 'round here!' Peter very much doubted that'd help anyone.]

You're out, dude, look--we're outside!

[Peter's words are registering, finally. Stephen reaches out to grip his shoulder, fingers twisting in whatever sleeve or strap they find. He'll be mortified later over losing control like this over nothing, literally nothing, but right this second he needs to prove to himself that what he's seeing around him is real.]

I couldn't -- couldn't stay --

[He'd spent so much of that time not knowing where he was, unable to stay connected to reality.]

[Peter doesn't move, and nods slowly.]

It's okay, man. Don't worry about it.

[He's not entirely sure what he's talking about, and to be honest, it's a little scary to see a person--especially someone as competent as Stephen--just--lose control like this. Panic attacks when he was a kid mostly consisted of him crying and finding the smallest place on the ship to hide in, but kids did stuff like that all the time. Whatever they did to him in there...a flash of unbridled rage at this helltown. Look what they'd done to him.]

You're gonna be fine. Deep breaths, right?

[Stephen nods, sucking in a breath. Just breathe. When did he get to feeling so raw? He realizes distantly that his face is too cold, that he must be crying, and swipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his free arm.

Just breathe. Deep breaths. Peter is physical and real and he can feel -- he's still here, he can feel the cold and the pain in his hands and that's good. It's real. He doesn't speak again for a while, but his breathing slows and he seems to start to calm down.]

[Peter doesn't say anything about the tears. In fact, the fact they're there makes him rage and seethe at this place. Stephen didn't seem like a guy that would cry in front of other people at all, even involuntarily. Whatever happened to him in there...Peter wanted to go back to that invisible building and tear it down, piece by invisible piece.

But he can't. So he does what he can and stands there for him. He wants to pay him on the back of something, but he knows how people can react badly after traumatic events. He breathes deep with him anyway, maybe it would help.

He takes out his Zune and plays a song at top volume. It's probably not very loud out here, but it's music at least. Boogie Wonderland , by Earth Wind and Fire plays.]

[Stephen drops his head, eyes on the snow in front of them, as he comes back to himself and shame starts to replace the fear. He sniffs and swipes at his face again, and finally his grip on Peter's jacket loosens and he lets his arm drop as he looks up again.]

...You're wasting battery again.

[There's no fire in it, though.]

[Peter just shrugs, standing still and letting him do what he needed to do.]

It's fine, man, I wanted to listen to it.

[A sad smirk.]

[He'll take the out. Stephen gives a spasmodic little nod and sucks in another, deeper breath.]

You can listen while we walk.

Good walking music.

[He purposefully starts a bounce in his step, nodding his head to the beat, pretending that whatever just happened to Stephen didn't actually happen. Was that the right thing to do? He wasn't sure. But it was easier this way.

Also was he going to dance-walk for a little while? He probably was.]

[It's the right thing insofar as it's what Stephen wants out of him right now. Stephen won't join him in dance-walking, but he's ready to be on the move and he seems to recover somewhat as they go.]

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