#alts.starter

He takes a deep breath. “Okay peter. You can do this. This will be good for you.” He mumbles to himself. He walks into the mansion common room and smiles awkwardly. There are a couple of people in there. He picks on and sits down beside them. He’d learned what he could about as many of these new people as possible. He’d found there were a few around his age. It couldn’t hurt to try and make some new friends.

“Hey I’m Peter. Parker.” He says. “You’re Gabriel right?” He asks and smiles a little.

She should stop hiding in her room. She’s aware of this. Her roommate has been nice enough to bring her food though so really she has no reason to leave. And...leaving means dealing with the potential of running into Nikolai or Gabriel. And...that’s a hard nope for her.

Over the last little bit she’s been able to centre herself a bit better. She isn’t feeling every single person all at once which is...nice.

“C’mon Stark. Gotta get out of your bed.” She mumbles to herself. Perhaps she could snag more alcohol and live the rest of her life blissfully buzzed.

She opens her door and her eyes widen when she finds Gabriel there, his hand raised as if ready to knock. She frowns and furrows her brows. “What are you doing here?” She mumbles.

There are...children? Children falling from the sky. What the actual fuck? This is not okay. Pull yourself together Barnes there’s clearly a job to be done here. He can’t kill kids, but them being kids doesn’t necessarily mean they aren’t dangerous. They are all attached to some kind of...tech? But it looks like some of them might be injured. Jesus Christ I’m too old for this.

He looks around at the chaos and just makes his way around to try and find out what’s happening. “Can anyone explain what the hell is going on?” He asks over the comms. Then he points at one of the mysterious visitors. “You. What the fuck?”

The next thing that happens is him hissing in pains as he throws off one of the holsters attached to him and watches as it sparks and catches on fire. He takes a shot at it then looks to someone beside him who's giving him a look. “What you have a problem? I’ve got one big one and it's in the sky. So unless you can fly me up there, we really don’t have much to talk about.”

With Steve not being around currently Bucky has made it his job to ensure that the Roger’s kids were well attended to. He’d decided to start with Gabriel since he’d already had a bit of interaction with him. Steve was the most important person in his life and he knew that he’d do the same for his kids. He’ll keep an eye out for Steve’s kids as if they were his own. Because...well part of him wants to believe that in some universe they would be.

He knocks on the door, his sons room he notes, and peeks his head in. “Gabriel? You in here?” He asks softly.

It seems all versions of Tony Stark are creatures of habit. Because upon looking in a third floor linen closet she finds exactly what she’s looking for. There’s a wet bar in the main kitchen of the mansion but her father never kept his good stuff there. No. That was always hidden in the third floor linen closet behind various discarded wires and forgotten cleaning products. She grabs a bottle that’s mostly full and then makes her way outside.

Her skin itches with the emotions of the other occupants. Some are terrified, others sad...the worst are the ones who feel numb though. She can feel what everyone is feeling, the catch is that they can feel her too. Only if they’re paying attention. The people in tune with it could feel her leave if they wanted. Likely her siblings. Definitely Gabriel, because of their physical relationship. Maybe even Nikolai if he had been thinking of her in that moment.

It’s February in New York. So...wet. She finds a mostly dry spot out in the mansion courtyard and wraps up in the comforter, takes a long drink, and then hides her head and covers her ears with the pillow. She’s trying to block out the “noise”. Not that it’s actual noise but...the thoughts and feelings and intentions of everyone in the mansion. Maybe she’ll be able to sleep out here.

Peter looks like death. That’s really the best way to put it. He plops down next to Wanda on the sofa and immediately cuddles up to one of the overly plush pillows. He feels so out of the loop. He can’t remember the last time he properly slept. Because he can’t really count the fitful nap he’d taken that kept him out of the action when all these new people showed up. “So...what’d I miss?” He asks sheepishly.

Logically he knows he shouldn’t feel bad about sleeping through this...portal thing. Because it doesn’t seem like there were any real threats. But also logically he knows it’s his job to be present for these sorts of things. “Do you think Mr. Stark is going to yell at me?” He asks.