Open starter—Before the bite: Nightmare
Mod: little kid Peter stuff cuz I'm hitting fluff writer's block with regular Peter! He'd be at least 6-7 here. Finagle the timelines and all that however you need to for it to fit your muse! Inspired by a suggestion by @soopermax (thank youuu!!)
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Tony's been away on business for the last couple of days. Peter hadn't wanted him to leave; the last time he left was Afghanistan, and Peter was exposed to far more news about that and the aftermath than a little kid ever should be. That resulted in a lot of nightmares, and they're even worse now that Tony's not here.
Peter wakes up in the middle of the night, having screamed himself into consciousness. He keeps crying, calling for his dad, not remembering that he's not there. His head immediately turns to the door when it opens.
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Gwen pushed open Peter's door with a little bit of a struggle. In one hand was a large shark stuffed animal, in the other a blanket. She looked at peter, tears running down her cheeks. It was now her personal mission to make him feel better.
Peter clutches his own stuffed animal, a lion with a fluffy mane, closer to his chest. He sniffles, then sobs again, curling inward as he keeps looking at Gwen.
Gwen waddled in and climbed up on Peter's bed. She leaned over the edge to pull the shark up from the floor and into the bed.
"What wrong?"
She booped his nose.
Peter pulls back a little at the boop.
"I need- need my Dad. They hurt him, I gotta see him."
"Hmm... we could call? Too far to walk."
Gwen sat criss cross, hugging the shark.
Peter sits up, the lion in his lap as he pets it. He frowns.
"...I forgot he's not here. Yeah, we gotta call him."
"Hmmm. We gotta find a phone to call him."
Gwen jumped off the edge of his bed.
"Adventure!"
Peter nods in agreement and hops off the bed.
"But we should be quiet. I don't want to make my mom wake up, she's tired."
"Right right. Sneaky mission."
Gwen walked out of Peter's room, flattening against the wall, humming the mission impossible theme.
Peter nods in serious agreement, taking his lion with him outside and flattening himself against the wall with her. "Maybe check the living room, Mom leaves hers in there sometimes."
"We have first clue."
Gwen hummed all the way to the living room, occasionally switching sides on the wall.
"Mhm."
Peter follows her carefully, though he's a lot less dramatic about it. He wanders to the couch to look for the phone.
Gwen flipped onto the couch, grinning. She looked between the cushions for for a phone.
Peter spots it on the coffee table and picks it up.
"What's the password?"
"Uhhh- maybe one of our birthdays? Gotta be the favorite child's."
"Maybe... What's your birthday?"
"June 8th."
