GOOD TO BE ALIVE | "It's a long, dark road, tryna make it on your own. And there's snakes everywhere you go. No more living in the past 'cause that was last season"
In which Elizabeth Allen's patience is put to the test when her friends put the Mult...
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ARCHER CAMPBELL BELIEVED HIMSELF TO BE A SIMPLE PERSON.He believed the few dislikes he had were reasonable and stuff he could avoid should it be necessary. Since coming to Kamar-Taj and being there for the better half of a decade, he figured he didn't ask for much. And in return, people didn't ask for much from him. He liked living like that.
One of his few jobs in the Sanctum was to keep track of the rotunda gateways, summoning a maintenance spell to seal them should a storm or blizzard come rolling in. It was a simple task he usually would finish before the end of the day and not go back to for another twenty four hours. But since the arrival of Elizabeth Allen, he was a lot more slack with his tasks then usual.
One night, he forgot to change the gateway from Siberia before bed. Having been on a video call with Elizabeth till midnight, Archer hadn't thought of anything else. He instead only focused on his friend excitedly telling him about some wedding she had to attend on another world. Archer didn't know the people being married, but judging by the gleeful tone Elizabeth held, he could tell they meant alot to her.
When they eventually said their goodbyes, Archer shut off his Gideon device and threw it to the floor, curling up in bed without another thought. It resulted in a snow covered Sanctum and a very pissed of Doctor Strange, one who didn't accept Archer's defense and sentenced him to essentially community service. Cleaning up the snow without his speedster friend.
The seventeen year old grumbled under his breath as he scraped a shoved across the icy floors. His back ached painfully from prior falls and slips, a constant reminder of his mistake. He sat on the grand staircase with his hood over the three layers he wore. Despite the warm weather outside, it was freezing inside.
The boy continued muttering to himself as he pursued, pushing all his might into the shovel. He had it hooked into one of the rails beside him, trying to pry a piece of ice from the once slick and clean material. He yelled, dropping the shovel in frustration and covering his face. He didn't flinch as the tool slid down the stairs with an obnoxious thud, one that echoed throughout the building.
"Where's Lizzie when you need her?" He murmured, leaning on his elbows as he kicked his feet out. Stephen and Wong were nowhere to be seen. Surely now would be a good time for a break.
Startling the boy from his thoughts, the large entryway opened up, the sound echoing through the New York Sanctum. He squinted his eyes as he watched a teenager who looked to be a similar age to him, walk in, looking around with clear curiosity. "Can we help you?" he said with slight aggression. People usually don't walk into the Sanctum without a reason.
