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Fiona weared her pyjama and fastly fell asleep, making nightmares about when she lost her arm. ''n-no..'' The girl muttered, in her sleep, crying but still sleeping. ''s..stupid.. panther..''

Alphonse plays for several hours, getting a good high score before growing too tired to stay up, heading for his own quarters within the base. It was only then he realized he never did return his gear to the armoury, still decked out with a handcannon on his hip and body armour. Grumbling, he stripped off the armour and flopped down onto his bed, curling up to barely fit into the standard sized government-issue barracks bed.

About 2 hours after Al stopped playing, Fiona suddenly woke up, not going back to bed because of the sudden nightmares/bad memories she was having. The girl stood up in silence, sneaking out of her room into the kitchen where she grabbed a cookie and a cup of milk to stop the nightmares. ''Stupid nightmares.. ugh..'' Fiona muttered, wipping her cheeks from the tears and eating the cookie. ''Hope i wont wake Al up..'' The girl thinked, still eating.

Al does wake, having napped earlier, his ears picking up the sound of someone going on by. It was early, but now that they had woken him up he figured he might as well get up now. He grumbles some, and goes to see who is in the kitchenette.

"Fiona?"

''Yeah?'' She replied, fastly wipping the last tears that were on her face. ''Sorry if i woke you up..''

"Is there something wrong?" He frowned, looking at the still drying tears, wondering what was bothering her.

''N-no..'' She replied, obviously lieing. Fiona fastly finished eating and drinking and putted her cup away. ''It's not like i was crying..''

Al snorted, "Fi, you have wet cheeks. You have been crying. Are you all right or not?"

The girl sighed and putted her face on the table. ''I had nightmares of my past..'' Fiona admitted, still crying.

"What kind of nightmare?" He grabs some juice from the fridge, pouring himself a glass while he waits.

''A.. certain.. panther.. that.. ate my arm.. infront of me.. when i was 4.. and then it.. killed my parents..'' She muttered, still crying.

He has a seat at the table, nodding slowly... not sure what he should do really, or say. "So that is how you lost your arm?"

''Y-yeah..'' Fiona answered, still face-desking on the table, crying.

Is silent for several seconds, then raises his glass up to drink... tongue dipping into glass like any canine's would. He finds it somewhat embarrassing, but it is also unfortunately the only way for him to probably drink anything.

Fiona silently stood up, walking to her room, letting out a deep depressed sigh.

Finishes his juice, unsure what to do for her, especially now that she has left the room. He puts his empty glass in for a wash cycle and goes to exercise in the base gym.

Fiona sighs, sitting on her bed and trying to stop thinking about that and stop crying. ''Come on.. it's just nightmares.. *sigh* ..get over it.. Fiona..'' The girl said to herself, wipping her tears away and standing up. ''I'll go see how Tony is doing. He must be the only one awake by now.'' She thinked, walking to the transmission room and calling Stark. Not suprisingly, he was awake. ''How you doin' Fiona?'' Tony asked, repearing some stuff. ''Ugh.. good i guess.. i feel kind of lonely and i dont want to disturb Al.. can i come to the tower?'' The girl asked, politely. ''Ehh, sure. It sure feels lonely to be the only one awake too. See you here.'' Stark answered, closing the transmission.

Al goes through his exercise regimen, his massive body needing a good amount of warming up to avoid pulling a muscle. He has music on, and does not notice Fiona as she sneaks out to visit Stark Tower.

Still in pyjamas, Fiona silently sneaked out, running in the streets into the Stark Tower. The girl entered, talking for hours and hours with Tony, never being bored of the conversation. Technology was always their subject. After too much talking, the other avengers woke up and Fiona decided to go. It was about 9 in the morning, now. She ran back to the base, going in her room and trying to relax.

By the time Fiona has returned Al is in much the same situation he was she first found him: cleaning his guns. He is brushing out the hand cannon he had previously used to glue down the robots from yesterday.