Team Stark 《Completed》

24

《Peter》
I woke up in a soft bed. I tried to remember how I got here last night, but I couldn't quite place it. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a small room with a bed, desk and a chair. There was nothing else in it, but the room was kind of small, so more furniture wouldn't fit in it. All of the walls were made of wood and there was a wooden pole to support the roof. I yawned and stretched my back, looking out of the small window at the opposite wall. I stood up and looked out of it to see Scott and Flynn play with sticks like they are sword fighting.

I smiled at it and walked out of the room, noticing that my leg was healed. The food I had eaten the night before has probably done its work, however, my back still hurt and my head was pounding a bit. Although I was still happy about it since I finally could walk again. I looked at the chair in the corner of the room and saw a pair of pants, a white shirt and a blouse lying on it, ready to he used.

I put on the clothes and ran downstairs. I saw Suzy standing in the kitchen making breakfast. "Good morning Peter." She said. I smiled at her and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Good morning Suzy." I responded. Anthony came walking through the door. He was wearing his cowboy hat again, but this time he didn't have a musket. "Good morning Anthony." He grabbed his coffee from the table and drank it all. "Morning Pete."

He sat down at the table and took off his leather jacket. Sweat was pouring out of his face, and that made me realise how hot it was in the house, probably also outside. "The fields are ready to be harvested." He said. Fields? Harvested? Suzy saw the confused look on my face. "We have fields full of grain, we sell it for a living." I made a little 'I understand' sound and nodded my head.

"We don't have the money to buy machines, so we still do it by hand. It is hard work and it takes long. So maybe this is a very weird question, but could you help us harvest it? If you're feeling well of course, and only if you don't have important things to do." Before she would start rambling about how it was a stupid question, I put up my finger to silent her. "After all you did for me, I'd love to help you guys out. And I'm feeling great, by the way. My leg is healed and my back and head don't hurt that much."

She let out a sigh of relief and smiled at me. "That would be lovely, thank you." She put some scrambled eggs on a plate and gave it to me. She handed another to Anthony and called for the boys to come eat. We all ate in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. "Boys, Peter is going to help with harvesting today. After that he will probably go back to his own family." Scott made a pouting lip. "Can't he stay? Please?" Suzy laughed. "He is not a dog we found on the streets."

"No, he is a spider we found in the garbage." Flynn reasoned. I had to try my best to hold in a snort. "Where does your family think you are? Oh, sorry, I keep forgetting you are an orphan. Please forgive me-"
"It's alright," I cut her off, "I do have a family, although, it's not official yet. They will adopt me soon, but now they think I'm missing." I put the last bite of the eggs in my mouth and wiped it with my sleeve. Anthony's eyes grew a bit wider.

"But what if they called the police and the whole city is searching for you? They are probably worried like hell. You should go back, or at least call them to tell you're fine." I shook my head. "That will come later, there are more important things right now. If this harvesting time messes up, you won't have money until next year. I know how it is to live in hard circumstances, I want to spare you that pain."

I stood up and put my dishes in the dishwasher. I spread my arms as I stood in front of the family. "It's harvesting time!" I did some jazzhands for the dramatic effect. Flynn and Scott laughed at it and also stood up to put their dishes away.

~(0~0)~ <- This is King Edward the fourth. He is a time skip. We need to protect Edward.

It was beginning to get hot outside. Of course it has been warm the whole day, but at this point the sun was at its highest. I wiped away some sweat with my sleeve and tied my blouse around my waist. It helped a little bit, but I was still smoking hot. (A/N we know Peter, we know.) I decided to ignore it and got back to work. I was cutting all of the grain together with Anthony while Suzy and her children were pulling the seeds from the straws.