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Rogue ~ Anna Marie ~ Not Your Mama's Southern Belle

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“Oh so you’re the one responsible,” Michelle smiled, laughing as she realized Annie had aided Harry in his rushed cat adoption. “I have to thank you, though. I’m never going to let Harry live that down. He’s got enough things to hold over my head, so it helps level the playing field.”

The fact that Annie’s ex cat had a name like Reptar didn’t help. Maybe if he had been named something lame, like Trump Toupee, it would be easier to say goodbye. But from the sound of things, he was a sweet cat, and the fact that he was gone was just the metaphor icing on top of the not so good cake Annie had been served. “Oh yeah, definitley think about taking the cat back. If you don’t pick him up, I’ll probably end up having to do it. But I kinda feel like you need him more than me.” 

"I didn't mean to be responsible, I was just trying to do a good deed," Annie said and chuckled warmly.  "I couldn't help it, Harry is so adorable when he gets all frantic.  And I thought maybe he'd take to having a pet.  But if not I guess I'll have to save him.  And by him I mean the cat," she said and laughed again, shaking her head.  She grinned a little, hoping it reached her eyes, even if she was still feeling puffy and like she needed a few more hours of good crying.  “I am interested though in what Harry has on you.  He seems too sweet for real blackmail.”

Annie sighed after a moment and frowned slightly.  "So he's not really takin' to being a cat dad?  Well, I can't complain about that if I get a brand new kitten to love out of it." She smiled.  "But you're of course welcome to him.  I can find another cat.  Maybe a fat old one down at the adoption center.  One of those big fluffy, cranky ones.  Those are always my favorite kinds." 

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“Yeah, same,” Michelle agreed, brushing a loose curl out of her face before offering another useless suggestion. “You know…. if you really start to miss having a cat in your life, my friend adopted one and doesn’t know how to take care of it. Like… at all.” She laughed at the image of the cat she’d yet to actually see roaming around Harry’s house. Poor thing. “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to share.” Since Deerfield wasn’t hip and with the times enough to have something trendy like a cat cafe, offering up Harry’s impulsively purchased cat was the next best thing. “Or talk to Stephen Strange. I’m sure he’s got tons of cats looking for homes that you can foster until the courts catch up with your girlfriend and enforce joint custody.” 

Annie let out a soft, surprised laugh and shook her head a little.  "I would say that's quite a coincidence but this town is so damn small, so you must mean Harry," Annie said.  "I was the one that carried that cat over to him when he called me all frantic.  He wanted to borrow mine, but I knew she wouldn't like that none, so I picked one up for him," Annie said and shook her head again.  "I should have know better, I might have to go collect him."  She felt something in her settle just a little, knowing that Michelle knew one of her friends, even if Annie felt a little more like Harry's occasional mom than a true friend.  "But I really should just get a new cat, since God knows I'll never see Reptar again."   She smirked.  "Should have signed that pre-nup I guess."

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Michelle offered a small smile in response. Elle Woods was a feminist icon; Michelle had no problem making the comparison. “Michelle,” she introduced herself, finally placing a name to the face. “That really sucks, especially the cat part. I’m sure anyone that up and leaves like that doesn’t deserve the cat anyways.” Michelle was fully aware of how unhelpful her words were, cringing slightly because she wasn’t sure what else to say. “I can’t really do anything to help with that. I can suggest the thrift store literally right across the street.” She motioned out the door. “They might have a top you can wear to your budget meeting that’s not stained with coffee. But I make no promises.” 

"Michelle," Annie repeated and smiled.  "Nice to meet you.  Wish it had been better circumstances," she said and then laughed, just a little. She considered getting a new cup of coffee but after a moment just drank the few drops left in her cup and set it aside, fingers carefully smoothing out the ruined pages of her proposal.  "I think I'm more upset about the cat than the girlfriend, in all honesty," Annie said, her brow lifting in amusement.  "I loved that furball.  Liked to sit on my face when I was trying to sleep, but he was kind of my best friend."  Annie laughed softly.  "Thanks. I'll probably have to do that.  Maybe the day is salvageable after all," she said and winked, the smile on her face getting just slightly more genuine.

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As much as Peter may have tried to push people away, he soon learned that was no easy feat. He still felt some guilt for leaving in the first place, despite it being the only option he thought he had. Sure, he could’ve May what was going on but what if those things started to become true? Then they would’ve been his fault. Maybe not directly, but the least he could do was to try and make sure it didn’t happen. This world that was in his mind, it wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen before. It was like a movie that he would watch with Ben, one of the sci fi or fantasy movies that they were so fond of. Only this time, he was living it and it felt so real. That was the only way he could describe it, like he had actually been there, seeing these things firsthand. He saw the aliens, he saw that strange rift in the sky and above all else - he was in the the place where the orange sky shined brighter than anything he’d ever seen before. 

He tried his best to keep all of that down, but the medicine that Annie gave him was kicking in and turning off those filters he had so carefully tried to maintain. He couldn’t stop himself and he didn’t know why, he was fixated on the thought and the reality of it terrified him a bit. He was seeing Annie in these visions too, was something bad going to happen to her? That couldn’t be, he never saw anything bad happen to her. In fact, the thought of her only brought him comfort, unlike most of the flashes he’d gotten. He just wasn’t quite able to put the flash together until the more time he’d spent with her. His hand clung to hers still, squeezing his eyes shut. “I see people getting hurt… I see them just… go away. They disappear Annie. I see you in these… whatever they are. I’m so scared that something bad is going to happen to you in these too, to everyone I loved. That’s why I had to run away, to save everyone from this world.” he whispered, his eyes finally opening and looking up at Annie, a few tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m not crazy, I’ve seen it. I can’t explain it but I’ve seen it.”

Annie had learned very quickly working the night shift in the ER that you just couldn't help everyone. She lost more patients than she'd like to admit, and the hardest ones to lose were the ones that didn't code out.  No it was the ones that were lost to something else, something that was just going to keep killing them slowly.  The ones that came in with long histories of alcohol and drugs, wasting away right before her eyes, the ones who had lost themselves already enough that they were good as dead.  The ones that were lost to the streets from either their own poor choices or that most elusive of killers, those that got lost to their own minds.  Annie had seen them more than anyone else, and maybe they broke her heart more, because she could see how desperately they wanted to be better.

She really didn't think Peter Parker was one of them.  At least until now.  Annie had seen it enough times, and she could see it hiding in his eyes too.  That pain, that fear.  That strange kind of knowing something that the rest of the world couldn't reach.  "Oh sugar," she said softly and sighed, reaching out to push her fingers lightly through his messy hair.  "I don't think you're crazy, Peter. I can't say I know what it's like.  But I've had plenty of people come through here who see things and hear things that give them a whole lot of pain, and a lot of fear too."  She touched his hand lightly.  "I can't take them away from you.  I've tried with everyone that comes through here.  All I can tell you is that what you're seeing it isn't real.  I'm not going anywhere.  And neither is anyone else.  Not in the way you think anyway," she said.  "You know that runnin' away from everyone hurt them too, right?" she said softly and grabbed a tissue to dab gently at Peter's cheeks.  "You might think you're protecting them, by not lettin' them in, by pushing them away from these things you see...but Peter, I promise you.  You're hurtin' them.  Even if what you see...Peter, even if it was true, don't you think you're family, your friends, would want you close to them?"

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“Exactly, it just looks vintage now. Gives you an extra edge,” she agreed as she rose to her feet, trying to offer a supportive smile as she watched the freshly stained papers get spread out across the paper. “Elle Woods made it with a scented pink resume, I think you can make this work.”  The idea that getting up and helping with spilled coffee without laughing was seen as kindness was almost laughable in itself. Because, yeah, she could’ve done that…. the thought crossed her mind. But it wasn’t like choosing to not do that was anything extraordinary. “Oh, I’ll tell you if you’re troubling me, trust me,” Michelle laughed, plopping down into one of the empty chairs. Expressing her opinion was not something she struggled with. “Seriously, it would probably distract me from my own shit, sooooo….” her voice trailed off, leaving the ball in the other woman’s court. It was a chance for her to talk if she needed to.

Annie let out a soft laugh in spite of herself. "I didn't think I'd ever hear anyone compare me to Elle Woods before, but I'll take it," she said and shook her head.  "Hell, half the hospital staff runs on coffee it really might just make me look that much more prepared."  Annie stood and wiped at her eyes again, sure they were bloodshot and her face a little puffy, but she managed a smile anyway, sliding into a seat and shaking her head.  "Oh I might prefer your shit over mine at the moment," Annie said with a slight grin.  "But it's just the usual daytime television stuff, just happening in real life.  Came home from work to catch my girlfriend leaving with another guy, packed up the whole damn house and even took the cat too.  I loved that cat."  She gave the woman a tight smile.  "So, there we go.  I'm Annie, by the way. And here I am girlfriendless, catless and unprepared for the budget meeting cause my coffee's all down my bra."

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- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

Michelle

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill

When she talks, I hear the revolutionIn her hips, there's revolutionsWhen she walks, the revolution's coming

- my muse’s last text to your muse

Annie: I'm honestly fine sugAnnie: but maybe if you don't know if you're Michelle or not you should come by and let me pop you in my CAT scan.Annie: Maybe you got bigger fish to fry than my drama

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Michelle watched the disaster unfold in front of her, jumping up instinctively to try and help– that’s what you’re supposed to do in a situation like this, right? The other option was to be a complete asshole and laugh, but she typically reserved her asshole tendencies for actual assholes. One look at the other girl’s face and it was obvious she was going through something. Any sarcastic roasting in place of offering assistance would make it worse. “No, hey, it’s cool,” Michelle promised while looking to see if anyone else was going to try and help. But the rest of the shop had either not noticed or not cared. Awesome. She silently cursed each and every one of them as she pulled napkins from one of the tables and knelt to the ground. “Look, see?”  The napkins started to soak up some of the excess liquid. “They might be a little stained and smell like overpriced coffee now, but your stuff’s gonna make it.” There was a pause as Michelle came to a metaphorical fork in the road– a decision had to be made. She was finding herself in this place a lot recently– to overstep and help, or to just leave people to deal with their stuff and mind her own business. She let out a sigh, making a mental note to re-evaluate her life at a later point in time, before finally speaking again, “You’ll just have to let them dry, but your papers will be fine. Will you, though? Be okay?” 

Annie blinked, noticing now that her glasses had fogged up, either because of the furious kind of tears in her eyes, or maybe because of the excess steam from the coffee she'd spilled just coating the inside of them with a fine mist.  "Jesus Christ on a biscuit, it really ain't," she said taking them off and buffing them lightly on the edge of her shirt.  She wiped at her eyes with a corner of her sleeve that wasn't damp and put her glasses back on, blinking with a little better sight at the woman that had been kind enough to not treat her like the drama queen she was currently being.  "Nothin' says professional like coffee stains," Annie said, and found a soft laugh on her voice.  "Maybe you're right.  I suppose the coffee will give it all an aged look, maybe make me look a little fancy."  She stood and laid the papers as best she could on one of the tables, both surprised and not at the same time that no one else in the building seemed to give one iota of a damn.  "Oh me?  I'm fine and dandy, sugar, just one of those days," she said, the smile she was forcing just a little more easy on her face.  "I couldn't trouble you anyway, you were already kind enough to not laugh at the scene I'm makin'.  In your shoes I might have."

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Annie didn't mean to make a scene, in fact she rarely did, but today she was in a bit of a scene making stage.  Coming home to find her girlfriend had packed up and packed it in, and had apparently run away to Chicago with someone (some guy too, way to twist the knife) had put her in a right state, enough of one that she figured she deserved to make a little bit of a scene.  Like the one she was currently making in the middle of the coffee shop, after she'd spilled her coffee over herself and the very carefully crafted proposal for an expanded budget for her department.  "Fuckin' hell," she cried out, her voice louder and more shill than it should have been, a furious kind of tears starting to form in her eyes, dramatically sitting on the floor and trying to make sense of the mess.  "When it rains it pours, and it's pouring shit all over my damn head," she continued and reached for one of the dropped, damp pages which had landed up against someone's leg.  "Sorry," she still managed and gave the young woman something that wanted to be a smile but failed to really make much of a difference on the stormy look on her face.

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Gently shaking her hand as the woman named Annie explained herself before dropping her hand after a moment “Pleasure to meet you Miss Annie. The air definitely feels clearer..must be due to less folks shuffling about”. A chuckle came from him as a wry grin curled beneath his scruff “Well, I am just as shocked to see a southern belle in these parts. I bet there is a story behind that..”. Brown eyes lit up with energy at the mention of coffee as Eddie nodded quickly “Yeah, coffee sounds great. Lead the way Miss Annie..I’ll feel a bit better with some caffeine in my system..”.

At least the burn of black coffee would distract from his now tender fingertips. That was his fault for being careless with the lit cig and getting distracted with his thoughts. Shoving his hands in sweater pockets as he scrapped the spent butt along the concrete floor before asking in a curious tone “So a nurse? I imagine you get all sorts of crazy adventures in that line of work. Maybe you could share a few over coffee? I promise I am a good listener..”.

Annie huffed a small laugh and had to lift her shoulders in a shrug.  "I know, you think after all the years I spent out here, the accent would let go of me a little, but it still hasn't happened," she said, the whole think making a small flush climb over her cheeks, one that she couldn't completely fight off.  "I guess the Southern in me goes bone deep, as embarrassin' as that is," Annie said and smirked.  "But it really ain't that much of a story," she said nodding her chin towards the coffee shop and expecting Eddie to follow her.  "Story starts and ends with me being a high school drop out that was gonna make it to the big city.  And Deerfield was as far as I got."

She pulled open the door to the coffee shop and nodded, a small smile on her face.  "Oh I got tons of stories, but I don't know how much I should be sharing.  Everyone here talks you know," she said and chuckled.  "The craziest stories I got are the ones with our town wild boys, but I don't know if you've been around enough to know them.  If not, you will soon."

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This wasn’t going anywhere as Eddie exhaled another plume of smoke, his free hand drumming on the top of bench in a agitated manner. His mind was forming the scenes without fail..but it was like looking at a blank foreground with a brilliant background. All the things to look at for a moment but nothing to hold the viewer’s attention. What could the tortured Detective Manduo be seeing in that dark alleyway that was holding him spellbound. It wasn’t some mutilated corpse, no it was something deeper than that but what. “A tiny little puppy? Put that in there and your readers will think you jumped the shark..” Eddie rumbled to himself as he took another drag of the cigarette. Perhaps it was a former witness to a cold-base hooked on some kind of drug..and that witness was to be the key to unlocking the case. Only the faint burning sensation and a soft voice broke him from his brainstorming.

Giving a small hiss of pain as Eddie tossed the spent butt onto the ground, blowing on the faint burns on his fingertips as his voice hissed out “Son of a-..”. His words stopped as he noticed the woman standing nearby apparently concerned for his well-fare as his expression became sheepish “Uh..Hi. I’m..new to town..just trying to clear my head a bit..I’m..an..author..”. Trailing off as her questions finally processed in his busy mind “I’m not homeless..my rented room is just up the block. Thanks for the concern though..Miss”. Running a hand through his hair in an agitated motion as he realized this conversation wasn’t helping his case before sighing “Let me try that again. My name is Eddie Brock..I am an author from New York..I just happen to be suffering from an extreme case of writer’s block and hoped the night air would do me good..”.

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Very quickly Annie realized that she'd started the man before her almost as much as he'd startled her, and she felt a little bad for jumping to some quick judgement.  She couldn't help it in a lot of cases, you had to be suspicious of everyone that came into the ER.  Getting clocked or cut by someone who wasn't as stable as you thought when you were trying to help them was a matter of course and you only got burnt a few times before you started to really take a second to take stock of everything around you.  "Oh, lord, sugar, here you were giving me a fright, and I went and gave you one back," she said and laughed a little, straightening and taking a breath of relief.

She smiled, the smile just a little lopsided on her face and she sighed softly, running her fingers through her messy hair. "Of course you do, now that I can see you closer there's no way you're out here in the rough."  Annie extended her hand.  "Annie Johnson," she greeted.  "I live not to far either, hell, we might even live in the same building if it's really just up the road.  I'm a nurse over at Deerfield General."  She smiled and nodded.  "I guess that makes as much sense as anything else.  I always did like it better at night.  The air is clearer don't you think?"  She smiled.  "And I don’t know how we get so many people from New York comin’ to this neck of the woods, but y’all do have some great stories. Sure you're not freezin' to death or anything are ya?  I was thinkin' of stopping in the diner over there for a coffee, I could grab you one too."

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This was turning into a never ending cycle as a pen splattered its content’s over a crisp white page. Hands gripped at short brown locks in frustration as Eddie sighed as the splattered page seemed to be mocking him with its’ display. Even the scattered ink droplets seemed to be more appealing than the mush of words his mind was producing. It was almost tempting to dip into that sealed bottle of absthine hidden away in the back of his suitcase, just to put into any other state than his current block. Although knowing his other experiences with the Green Fairy, it be New York all over again.

So the Mayor hadn’t exactly appreciated the rumors that speculated that a few scandals of his personal life had been a possible muse for the author. Although that line was crossed after Eddie had stumbled into his office requesting an interview of sorts, blitzed out of his mind on a combination of mixtures. Unceremoniously tossed out of said establishment as his editor laid down the fine terms and conditions from the publishing house if he ever wanted to sell another novel again. Leave New York, ‘sober’ up and try to lay low for a little bit. So..here he was..in the devoid of culture small town, were the most exciting thing that seemed to happen from the view of his rented room was a traffic stop. Nothing like his nightly wanderings in the gritty alleyways of New York, the characters he would meet and speak to. The genuine excitement of their faces as he let drop a possible inspiration on behalf of their muses, even the most downtrodden seemed to find it a brilliant compliment.

Even as his phone flashed the time of 11 pm, sleep wouldn’t come..not until the words began flowing again. Stretching from his seat at his desk as joints popped satisfied with the mere act.  Maybe a walk would do him some good as  he slipped on grey sweats and baggy sweater checking his pockets to make sure his cigarettes were still tucked away. Smoking wasn’t wise, but it seemed to jog his thinking as the nicotine flowed into his bloodstream..at least the plaza was empty as he sprawled onto the bench, smoking wisping from a lit cigarette. “Is justice dead and gone..? Is Man afraid to admit it?” Eddie muttered around the lit stick. His current, albeit stalling current plot was of a hardened detective facing the monsters of the world..that seemed to be crawling out all at once. The victims of crimes suffering for his lack of success..

A wry smile curled on his face as he thought of his own past “Justice is dead. That’s that..”.  

Annie had been told time and again that she ought to be smart enough than to walk home alone at night, particularly after a 24 hour shift.  But she hadn't wanted to wait forever for the town's one Uber driver to decide to get out of bed, and it wasn't like her apartment was that far from the hospital.  Her girlfriend might kill her by the time she got home, but at least she'd be home.  Maybe pour a glass of wine, and put on some soft music, convince her girlfriend to make something nice for a late night snack...

She was rather caught up in her own little fantasies of what might be coming to her by the time she rounded the block on home, at least until she smelled the fresh cigarette smoke.  That alone was enough to give her pause, since she couldn't remember the last time a smoker had lived anywhere close to her block- at least one that would be out on the street at this hour.  This was a small town, most people were all tucked up in their homes by ten.  Being out this late at all was something that made Annie's heart beat a little faster.

And faster still when she heard the vague mutterings too, all before she saw the man there on a bench, talking to himself and smoking, the wisp of cigarette smoke getting caught in the flickering light of the streetlight that definitely needed to be replaced.  Annie swallowed and stiffened her back a little as she started to pass, wondering if she should go with her better judgment and just move on, but she did have a bit of a soft touch and found herself stopping.  "Are you alright?  There's a shelter down the street, if you need it.  I got friends there, it wouldn't be no problem.  You couldn't smoke inside of course."

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In most circumstances, a hospital bed was the least comfortable spot for him to be sleeping in. However, Peter had slept in very uncomfortable positions over the last few months, so he appreciated it. Plus, he could move the bed up and down, make it how he wanted it and what wasn’t cool about that? His bed at home couldn’t even do that. He was just trying to keep things on the bright side, that’s what he’d always done. It helped him keep his mind from wandering to the flashes, to forget about the fact that at the end of most nights, he was alone in the streets. He had no one to blame for that but himself, he did this to himself because he hoped what he was doing was right, that it was for the best. He kept telling himself this fact, getting so consumed up in his own mind that he was doing what was best for the ones that he loved, even if he had to suffer in the process. That was a sacrifice he was willing to make, he would do it if it meant the ones he loved were safe. There was no doubt in his mind about that. 

“I can’t help it, really I was just born that way. Trouble always seems to find me, it was the same way in high school but maybe not… to this extent.” he said, gesturing up to his nose. He got called the occasional name, but nothing ever really that bad. He was a pretty likable guy, so he mostly just slid under the radar - he preferred it that way in the first place. “I’ll send ‘em in your direction if I see them again.” he said with a soft smile, leaning into the touch for a moment. He turned his head away, definitely not wanting to watch the needle go into his arm, made him a bit squeamish even if he didn’t really want to admit that. “I can’t believe you would play such a cruel joke on me, Annie. I am hurt.” he said with a dramatic sigh, clutching to his chest before giggling softly and dropping it back to his side. “No back alley medical care, got it. I’ll come here and ask for you specifically.” he said playfully. 

“Yeah but you’re really good at your job Annie. The best nurse in Deerfield, no, in Illinois.” Peter proclaimed, a smile on his lips before he looked down at their connected hands. “I really want to, I do. There’s just these things going on. Things that I don’t know.. I don’t know how to explain.” he said, feeling himself starting to relax a bit from the medicine she had given him minutes ago and unable to actually filter himself. “I’m starting to see people in a different light, and it scares me. It makes me feel like I know them, when I don’t. Like you, I was pretty close to you.” he said softly, his eyes still directed down. “But I’m afraid that’s not going to last long, this world can do bad things. I don’t want it to happen to you but I think it happens to everyone. It’s inevitable. I’ve seen it happen to me, it was scary. I was… I was fading away and I couldn’t stop it. I watched other people fade away before me and I couldn’t stop it. Why couldn’t I stop it?” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. 

Annie did her best she really did, but sometimes she felt herself at a loss to really help people in the ways they really needed to be helped.  Fixing up a bruise or a broken bone here and there was fine and dandy, but most of the people Annie saw filtering through the ER needed a lot more than that.  And she tried with each and every one of them, but for the most part, Annie felt like she was failing in one way or another.  And broken nose or not, Peter needed a whole lot more than he was sayin'.  That was for sure.

She found a lot of times she could bully things out of her patients when she needed to.  Annie had a strong enough personality for it, after all. But she couldn't bring herself to start bullying Peter Parker about anything.  It wasn't that she thought he was made of glass or anything, whatever she had to dish out, Annie was sure Peter could take it.  Maybe it was just that he already had so much weight sitting there behind his eyes that she couldn't bring herself to try and break him down more.  Even if it would be for his own good.  "It wasn't all that cruel," Annie said after a moment.  "I tell that to all of the people that come in her thinking beating up on people is cool.  Or getting beat up for that matter.  Death by bone shard sounds a lot more thrillin' than death by concussion.  She smiled and pat his arm.  "That's all I wanted.  No trying to fix yourself and try to protect that face of yours.  It's too cute to let it get all messed up."

Annie ducked her head and almost shook it at being called the best nurse, when she knew she was still fairly new to the game and hardly knew as much as the rest of the nurses here.  But it was nice to hear anyway.  "You're being too sweet on me, Peter Parker, don't make me rat you out to my girlfriend," Annie said and winked, about to get up and go fetch the doctor.  But Peter was still clinging to her hand and when he started to talk, Annie knew it was for something important.  Something that she ought to sit and listen to. She tried not to frown or look judgmental and just sat there and held his hand, her brow creased lightly as she listened to him.  "Not everythin' has a pretty explanation, sug," she told him gently and gave him a lopsided smile.  "And you do know me, Peter, I see you too much," she teased lightly, but then wondered if she should have, since he was really telling her more.  Telling her something different.  "Do you..what do you see that's different about other people?  Like they want to hurt you or somethin?" she asked, desperately trying to understand.  "Hey, hey," she said when Peter's voice broke and squeezed his hand, reaching her free hand up to stroke his shoulder lightly.  "Whatever it is, I know what I know about you.  And you wouldn't let anything bad happen to anyone, no way no how.  So whatever it is you think you did, you didn't do it, okay?"

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Of all the places he wanted to be, the hospital was on the very bottom of that list. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the impromptu visits with Annie, she was one of the people that Peter felt like he could trust. Given, she did fix quite a few of his ailments since he’d ran away, so that definitely gave a strong influence onto that. But even before he ran away, there was just something about hospitals that made Peter’s skin crawl, he wasn’t quite sure what it was really. It was somehow worse now, though. His flashes were becoming a lot harder to maintain and if he were to fall asleep in the bed, his wasn’t sure if he could trust his resting mind not to wake him up from a nightmare. He didn’t want to bring more attention to himself, or even worry Annie more than she presumably already was. 

“I’m like a trouble magnet, I really can’t help it. But trust me, I definitely wouldn’t want to mess with you. You’re quite intimidating, I think you could give all of those guys a run for their money. You already run the show here, you’re a force to be reckoned with.” Peter said with a light grin, turning his head to look at her. Even if he had to go to the hospital, he was thankful that Annie was the one who was there. He felt comfortable with her, she didn’t get as nosy as the other people did and he really liked that about her. It was nice. He gasped softly once Annie described a possible outcome to an attempt of Peter fixing his broken nose, his eyes widening slightly. “Can that really happen? That’s so… crazy. Duly noted though, I’ll continue to let the professionals do it next time.” he nodded, situating himself a bit once she pulled a blanket over him. 

“You’re the best Annie, truly. I don’t think I’ve told you this enough.” Peter said with a soft hum. Realistically, he knew that what happened probably wasn’t an accident but he didn’t like to think about that. He really did try to make sure that the other people on the streets got what they needed too, he shared his food and hell, he barely ever stayed at the shelter just in case they were at capacity. “No, I can’t really think of anyone. Like I said, I think it was a chain of events, I might’ve tripped over something when I was sent flying into the wall. It’s fine though, really. I don’t know if your girlfriend would appreciate me freeloading at your place, I couldn’t put you guys out like that.”

Annie didn't need Peter to say it to know that the kid was a trouble magnet.  More than just a little bit of one too.  Usually the trouble magnets she saw in here did some kind of thing to deserve it- they were the kids that courted trouble and seemed to enjoy being in it.  But not Peter.  He was too pure for that.  No the trouble he attracted seemed to be in spite of his nature rather than because of it.  It was a god damn shame is what it was.  Just one of the many that Annie hadn't figured out a way to fix yet.  

"I know, you're just kind of chronically unlucky ain't ya?" Annie said with a soft long suffering sigh, turning her back to grab the IV supplies and shaking her head.  "I'm just sayin' if I ever get wind of these people that keep hurtin' you they are going to be doing some hurtin' of their own."  She stroked Peter's messy hair back from his face and smiled at him, before tapping his cheek.  "Now if you're not into needles, go ahead and close your eyes, I'm going to get this IV in and then doc's gonna want to take a few fun pictures of that face of yours."

She pursed her lips as she bent to her task and slipped the IV into the boy's arm, quick and easy and slapped a dressing on it before getting up again.  Annie grinned wide when Peter caught her and lifted a shoulder and laughed.  "No it's not real, that one is a myth.  People just thought that's what was killing boxers with a good old face punch, but it was really subdural hematoma. What really can kill you is if someone punches your face hard enough to rattle that brain in your skull enough for it to bleed.  But I don't see any evidence of that.  We'll take a look at those pretty pictures when they come out though."  She winked and pushed some pain meds through the IV.  "I was just scarin' you.  No back alley giving yourself your own medical care.  You know I always got a bed for you."

Annie snorted just a little and shook his head.  "You tell me that all the time, but all I do is my job, Peter, you know that.  Any nurse worth her snuff would do the same exact thing."  She sat by his bed and took his hand between hers for a second and squeezed.  "My girlfriend would get over it.  And she's nicer than you think, you know.  She puts on that hard look to keep people from gettin' too close, but she's as sweet and cuddly as a kitten when you give her a chance."  She sighed.  "I know I ain't the only one offerin' either, Peter, you gotta take someone up on it.  Sometimes people like to look out for other people.  The whole human condition ain't bad.  There's good too."  

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“I’m happy to have you as a regular, but I really hope to not become one of your regulars. I’m sure I would end up spending at least a week annoying you. I’m really picky about which Jello I’ll eat.” Billy grinned at the nurse. He was glad someone read his name tag for once and didn’t just call him coffee boy. “You would be surprised the amount of drama that really goes on here. Have fun at work, I hope no one does anything outrageously dumb today so you get an easy shift.”

Annie let out a soft laugh and found herself rolling her eyes a little.  "You'd be one of my favorites," she said with a slight wiggle of her eyebrows.  "Mostly I just get yelled at to bring the turkey sandwiches and morphine, so being quizzed about what jello flavors we offer would be so much better, honestly."  She winked and made sure she had all of the bags she needed and took another long swallow of her coffee, followed by a slight sigh.  "Fun isn't anything I'd ever call it, sug, but I'll do my best," she said and chuckled.  "I hope your day gets better too, and maybe you'll get some good tippers today.  And not those hipster types with drink orders as long as your arm."

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Are you my appendix? Because I don't understand how you work but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.

Oh sugar, if I wasn’t taken, that’s exactly the kind of line that would work on me.

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Do you believe in love at first sight?

I didn’t think I did, but then something happened to me.  And I did fall in love with Wanda almost the second I saw her.  I didn’t know how or why, but I just knew.  Scared me to death, and it took me way to long to do anything about it.  But yeah.  First sight.  Oh, don’t tell her though, she’ll think I’m crazy.