Misty smiled a little "I hope so, be nice to be back in my own bed" where it was safe, no more big open sky's and tree's that hid untold dangers, she shuttered again at the memories. What had she been thinking, she couldn't handle the surface it was too big and scary and she felt so small and fragile compared to all that. "Do you think you could ask Mathias if he's got a written form of their language...I'd like to properly thank Badru..He makes me feel safe.."
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(don't feel like you need to respond to this part... can't sleep yet lol)
Pepper lived on one of the lowest level of the city that had living quarters, closer to the engine rooms where she worked every day. It was a long ride down the lift to the bottom, thankfully a bench was provided on the lifts for those kinds of trips up and down.
By the time they got down there Peter was asleep in her arms so she carried him the rest of the way to her living space. When the divorce had happened she was downgraded to a smaller space but at least still had two rooms so Peter had his own, all be it, tiny bedroom, really only room for the bed and a slim bedside table that was built in as part of the wall. His clothes were kept in drawers under the bed and his school clothes hung above it on a bar. a very tight living space. Peppers room was not much bigger, larger bed and an actual closet with a couple drawers and a bar to hang things on and a single shelf for any storage items. She also had space under the bed for clothes or whatever other storage.
The halls were so narrow she had to walk a bit sidewise to walk down and put Peter to bed, tucking him in with is teddy she had made from some old baby clothes. little button eyes and a button nose and a carefully stitched little smile. It was pretty ragged but Peter loved the little thing.
Pepper made her way back to her room at the end of the hall, closing the door before she switched on her light so she could change.
That's when she realized she wasn't alone, a taller than average man sat on the bed waiting for her. Her heart skipped a beat and she took a step back.
"H-how did you get in here Allen..?" her ex smiled and stood up, "Just came to return the favor" he traced some scratch marks on his neck, maybe a day or so old.
"Peter is here Allen..." she said, he took a step closer "Then I suggest you don't fight it" he leaned closer and switched the light back off before grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the room before pushing her roughly down on the bed. There was something about him that made her feel so utterly helpless, like he had some sort of unseen power over her and she hated herself for it...