Running On Caffeine Not Adrenaline

Chapter 7

TW: Panic attack
Quackity is just comforting Tommy, I am not shipping nor sexualizing the characters.

...Pov Quackity

I watch the kid fall as he opened the door. I catch him with ease and hear a door a few apartments down open. I froze as I shove in Devil. His pant hooks get caught on the doorknob; it stopped him from falling. "Who are you?" They looked to be teenagers. "Bringing- "I turn to the apartment and saw a name tag. "-Tommy home." I realize if they walk over and see him like this they would freak out. "He left? I swear he went to bed after earlier." The freakishly tall teenager peered out of their doorway. "He's a sneaky one." I wave at them and walk into the apartment. I get him unhooked and gently place him on the floor. I wasn't leaving until those nosy neighbors stopped peaking their heads out. I pick up Tommy and let him reunite with his bed. I took off the mask, the headband, and his shoes. I toss a blanket over him and went to his living area and sat on his couch. I get out my phone and text my partners.

...Group Chat: Just The Three Of Us

­­­­: His neighbors are nosy little shits

Karlos: Staying there for the night?

Sappy: Really? Tonight, you have to babysit that child?

: Babes, he's out. He passed out right after he opened his door. The neighbors seem to know him, it'd be suspicious if I leave, and they came over to find him out like a light.

Karlos: Oh honk, was he okay with the motorcycle?

: Kid loved it.

Sappy: His name is Tommy.

: I know, name tag near the entry way thankfully.

Sappy: Wouldn't be to far from the truth.

:Vete a la mierda carino (Fuck you honey)

Sappy: I know Spanish, imbecil. (dumbass)

: Desafortunadamente (Unfortunately)

Sappy: Me amas (You love me)

: Vete a la mierda (Fuck off)

Sappy: Estoy en oferta solo para ti (Im on sale just for you)

: Perra inferior (Bottom bitch)

Karlos: I get that you love speaking Spanish. Yo tambein lo se mis amores (I know it too my loves)

: Wait what? You actually do mi amor? (My love)

Sappy: ABORT! ABORT!

Karlos: Si mis idiotas (Yes my idiots)

: I'll stay here then

Karlos: ☹

Sappy: Night baby! <3

Karlos: Good night Quacks

: Night mi amors (My loves)

....

I set my phone down with a sigh. I don't want to spend the night here. I look at my lock screen. It's of my honeymoon night, I had taken a picture of us three, we had the biggest smiles on the planet. Even if I am a Villain and they are Heroes. We love each other, we made it work, we love that it works.

...

I awake to broken sobs and pleading. I must've fallen asleep seeing as my phone reads 1:05 AM. I groan and stand stretching. I go searching for the source of the noise and realized it was in Tommy's room. I didn't know what to expect. I open the door and the sight broke my heart. Tommy is curled in a corner sobbing, pleading that it wasn't his fault. He's a teenager, he doesn't deserve to say those words and look horrified. "Tommy?" No, the kid was in a full-blown panic attack. He screamed bloody murder at the sound of my voice. I slowly approach him, and the screaming was more him being terrified of me. I gradually sit in front of him, stretching out my wings. "Tommy, it's me Quackity." I move my feathers towards him. I think I saw him gawking at my wings when I flew him to his job, which is Target. Like he could've done better.

I scoot closer to him and ignore pleads. "Tommy, it isn't your fault. You are not to blame; you did nothing wrong." I reach for his hands. He flinches. I shudder at the trauma this poor boy has been through. I bring his hands to my wings, his screaming starting to quiet after touching my feathers, my ears are saved from future damage. He was still sobbing. "It isn't your fault, Tommy. You are not, in the past baby bird- ah shit..." This kid has me hook line and sinker. I let his hands go through my wing. I watch and hear him calm, slowly but surely. Eventually he's all there. "Your still here...?" I nod, I take note that he stopped running his hands through my feathers. "Your neighbors are nosy." "I forgot about them...They just moved in. They're co-workers at my job. I uh- sorry..." Tommy curled up more into the corner. "Your fine. Trauma happens man." I moved back a bit, give him some room. "I- yeah..." He looked like he was so tired but couldn't fall asleep. "Karl mentioned insomnia?" I had a trick up my sleeve. "Yeah." I pat the side of the bed, the kid got the notion and got on the bed. I got on after kicking off my shoes and laying down. I guided his head to my chest; I can tell he calms at the sound of my heartbeat. I run a hand through his hair, gently. I'm surprised it wasn't tangled and knotted. But he fell asleep after two minutes of this. I lost track of time after that.

...To Be Continued