James Barnes was sixteen years old when his baby sister came into the world, pink and wrinkly and screaming her little head off. And James? James was unimpressed. She was tiny-too tiny. Her hands were no bigger than his thumb, her head barely covered in a fuzz of dark hair. She cried constantly, made Ma exhausted, and stole all the attention in the apartment. And worse? She was completely useless. Couldn't walk, couldn't talk, couldn't even hold her own head up or go get groceries. He had brothers. Brothers he could roughhouse with and throw punches at. This? This little thing wasn't a sibling-she was a baby. And yet, despite all his grumbling, he still found himself staring at her when nobody was looking.

Kit Harrington has always been told that he isn't like other kids. When he was a toddler, he was too loud, too energetic, or too childish. Kids thought he spoke too much and adults knew him by association of King Steve Harrington, automatically steering their kids away. But then, when he turned five, he became too sick. Always at the hospital, never smiling, always with an IV drip stuck to his skin and a fiery attitude. For everyone in Hawkins, he was gone. For Hawkins Lab, he was something new. Five years after spending his time growing up surrounded by lab coats and needles, Kit greets life with disdain and a drop of mistrust. He doesn't truly remember how his life before the Lab was, but he tries his best, despite the Party trying to help him with his memories and remembering things from his past life. Life has never been kind to him, and Kit isn't sure it ever will be. ꜱɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀꜱ © 2025 ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 30 / 11 / '25 ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ. ?? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2.