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babyavengerWho: Peter and Loki
Where: The Apartment
When: June 24th
What: Powers are lost, that means Asthma and Glasses.
Peter had been asleep, curled into a twin sized bed with a book about Astro-physics open and pressed against his face. He’d fallen asleep well into the early hours of the morning. He’s violently yanked out of his mostly pleasant dreams when the first glitch hits. It almost feels like being hit by a truck and it has him sitting up quickly and trying to piece together what just happened. He squints around the room and picks up on the fact everything looks like blurry blobs.
“Wh-what the hell?” He asks, rubbing his eyes, feeling a terribly familiar feeling at his chest. “No, no. Nonono.” Rubbing his eyes did nothing and everything is still blurry. “Shit! No, this can’t happen.” He takes in a sharp breath and reaches blindly for the nightstand in hopes that his glasses will magically be there. They’re not.
He takes in another sharp breath, feeling his chest restrict the tiniest bit. “Oh god..” he breathes, still blindly searching. He needs to calm down. Panicking isn’t gonna help him find his glasses and what is he supposed to do until he gets new ones? Sit on the couch all day? And why does his head hurt?
Another sharp breath of air but it feels more like a gasp. It doesn’t feel like his lungs are inflated at all. Forget the glasses, where’s an Inhaler? He coughs and wheezes harshly as he moves to his suitcase and starts pulling everything out in desperate hope he still had his inhaler with him somewhere. The quick movements cost him though as now it really feels like he can’t breathe.
Where: The Apartment
When: June 24th
What: Powers are lost, that means Asthma and Glasses.
Peter had been asleep, curled into a twin sized bed with a book about Astro-physics open and pressed against his face. He’d fallen asleep well into the early hours of the morning. He’s violently yanked out of his mostly pleasant dreams when the first glitch hits. It almost feels like being hit by a truck and it has him sitting up quickly and trying to piece together what just happened. He squints around the room and picks up on the fact everything looks like blurry blobs.
“Wh-what the hell?” He asks, rubbing his eyes, feeling a terribly familiar feeling at his chest. “No, no. Nonono.” Rubbing his eyes did nothing and everything is still blurry. “Shit! No, this can’t happen.” He takes in a sharp breath and reaches blindly for the nightstand in hopes that his glasses will magically be there. They’re not.
He takes in another sharp breath, feeling his chest restrict the tiniest bit. “Oh god..” he breathes, still blindly searching. He needs to calm down. Panicking isn’t gonna help him find his glasses and what is he supposed to do until he gets new ones? Sit on the couch all day? And why does his head hurt?
Another sharp breath of air but it feels more like a gasp. It doesn’t feel like his lungs are inflated at all. Forget the glasses, where’s an Inhaler? He coughs and wheezes harshly as he moves to his suitcase and starts pulling everything out in desperate hope he still had his inhaler with him somewhere. The quick movements cost him though as now it really feels like he can’t breathe.