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Elli wasn't that happy Natasha had insisted that they let Peter sleep on the couch. On his own. She was scared that if he woke up, he would be scared himself. She was also afraid that if she went to sleep, she would wake up in an alley or worse...
'No. She could trust these people. They where helping her. Right?'
That thought kept ringing through her mind, like a ball stuck in permanent bounce mode.
"Right?" She whispered to herself, sitting atop the sheets on the almost giant bed. She looked out the wall to ceiling windows, thankful that Peter wasn't struggling with his sickness out in the relentless cold. She was thankful they had been found. She tried to reassure herself that she was safe, but the fears kept creeping in through the holes she had forgotten to close up.
'What if Connors finds us? What if these people are working for him? What if it's just a terribly beautiful dream?'
She again looked out the windows, trying to banish her thoughts. Elli's eyes drooped heavily, as she struggled to stay awake, not wanting to wake up from the unreal dream she was living. For the first time in 7 years, she felt safe. But soon fatigue overcame her, and her eyes fell shut. Then she drifted into sleep.
"Eleriannah!" Peter called, creeping down the stairs. "I'm gonna find you!"
Elli giggled from her hiding place in the closet, making Peter creep quickly over to the old oaken door.
"Found you!" He said making Elli squeal in delight as she raced from the closet and out of his grip.
"Catch me if you can!" Elli chided from her new spot atop the stairs.
Peter was about to run after her, but their Aunt May called from the kitchen.
"Lunch time!" She hollered to the overexcited children.
They stomped quickly down the stairs, sliding into the polished wood seats.
"What is it this time?" Peter asked hastily.
"PB and J." Aunt May answered. placing the plates on the table.
"Can we eat outside Aunt May?" Elli asked thoughtfully, quickly snatching her sandwich of the plate. She looked up at her with a big pair of doe eyes, begging for her approval. Aunt May couldn't say no.
"OK, off you go." Aunt May said, ushering them to the screen door. "And be sure to stay on the steps!" She hollered after them.
The pair rushed happily out the door, mouths filled with Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich. Peter quickly downed his, his face covered with jelly. His eyes met the chalk box behind the pillar on their front porch. He walked over to it, and picked it up, placing it on the concrete steps.
"Wait for me!" Elli said pitifully. She soon finished her sandwich as well, and grabbed a piece of brown chalk, drawing a horse onto one of the steps.
"Let's cover all the sidewalk in front of our house!" Elli said excitedly, finishing her horse with a yellow mane.
"Yeah!" Peter said, coloring in the last of his helicopter.
They two moved to new positions, trying to figure out what to draw. Next Elli drew a dragon, and Peter drew the knight. Then Elli drew a tower, and Peter put the two of them on top. As soon as they had finished that, they moved onto a beach.
"Your a good drawer." Elli said, looking at the fighter jet Peter was drawing.
"You are too E!" Peter said, ruffling her hair, which was now filled with chalk dust.
Elli blushed, setting down her piece of chalk and hugging Peter, getting chalk all over his sweat shirt. Finally the two resumed their crusade of covering the sidewalk, and soon finished their house. Peter laid down on the tiny front lawn, Elli following in suit."That's hard work..." Elli yawned, snuggling close to Peter.
"I wish it could be like this forever." Peter said, drawing Elli closer. But she had already fallen asleep.
Little did he know, it wouldn't last forever.
Peter woke up on a couch. A couch. Peter sat up, trying to surface any fuzzy memory he could conjure from the depths of his inky mind. Frustratingly, nothing acoured to him.
"Sleeping beauty is finally awake." A voice quipped.
Peter looked hastily over, and shock filled his numb body. Tony Stark was in the same room with him. Multiple feelings filled his body, first amazement, then curiosity, then confusion, followed by fear.
Tony laughed at the look on his face. Peter blushed, embarrassed.
"How'd I get here?" He whispered to himself.
Apparently Tony could hear him fine and answered," We kinda found your sick body and grungy sister in an alley, so we brought you here."
Peter ignored the 'grungy' comment, and tried to stand up. He sighed in relief when he found that his legs where working fine.
"Is there anyone else here?" Peter piped nervously.
"The Avengers..."
"Who are the Avengers?"
