3 weeks since the incident at the hospital.
After receiving an unfortunate concussion, Archie paid extra visits to Parker at the factory for the next two weeks, to make sure she was alright. He even stayed the first few nights... Plus, he made sure she contacted him every morning to say she was fine.
She made a big fuss about it, but really it was all just a little too weird for her – having some who actually cared.
Parker's current position is wrapped up in her duvet – Mr. Bunny by her side. She has this book, (no, it's not a diary, nor a journal. So don't call it that.) it's a book. A book full of envelopes and notes from Archie about her training, lists of things to do and things that have already been done. Scribbles and doodles of anger or sudden happiness. This book lives under Parker's pillow, and Archie has no idea that it exits.
The idea to keep a book like this somewhat stems from childhood therapy sessions – like when Parker was eight, and told to keep a diary on her emotions. She stole a lighter and burnt it. But, then she stole a new journal and drew a rather detailed drawing of what exactly she thought of her therapist... She went through a lot of them throughout her time in care.
Archie hasn't been by for two days, and he won't give Parker any more jobs for now. She would go outside if it hadn't snowed overnight. Besides, it's much more fun watching other people slip and slide across the icy streets of New York, anyway.
Well, well Archie comes by later Parker is hanging upside down from her bed. With colourful drawings all over her arms from where she got bored earlier. Oh, and she's asleep.
"Parker?" A small yelp like sound escapes her mouth, and she descends to the floor with a crash. "Seriously?!" Archie wonders about her sometimes. I mean – she trying to retain another head injury, or something?!
"I'm good," she finally confirms, before jumping back onto her bed again. A few moments pass, and then Archie spots something. He raises his eyebrows at Parker, who looks seemingly guilty.
"Have you been out pickpocketing?" What else was there to do for the past five days Archie hadn't showed up? Sit there and read a book? Write a novel?
"No..." Parker uses her hand to 'casually' place her pillow over the pile of wallets beside her bed. "There's a lot of gym memberships around these days," when Archie starts sifting through them, she announces this fact.
Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she studies his face. He seems like he already predicted her actions, as he throws the wallets carelessly back down again. "I'll be out of town for a few days, and then we'll be back to training and jobs, alright?" Parker knows this has something to do with his family, so she simply nods.
It isn't long before she's alone again, pondering what the hell to do now – whilst Archie was off doing normal family stuff with his super normal family.
"We don't need anyone," Parker brings her bunny close to her face, and then hugs him tight to her chest.
Soon it's back to painting shapes on the steamed up window, staring down at the whitened city below.