"Good morning USA!" My phone sang. Peter made my phone sing the American Dad theme whenever Steve called. "I gotta feeling that it's gonna be a beautiful day!" I don't really get it but he laughed so I kept it.
And I'm all for a late night chat but it's 2 am and it's storming. I had an off day at work and I need sleep. People are starting to recognize me from the news but my manager seems to not notice. The phone rang out and went to voice mail.
Lightning crashed and the sky roared loudly as I cuddled myself under the blanket.
"Good morning USA!"
Fuck me.
I hit the red button and went back to laying down.
"I Am Iron Man," my phone sang. Peter set this one up as well in case you weren't sure.
I swiped to accept the call, "what- hello what's wrong ?" I asked exhaustedly as the lightning lit up my room and I felt the thunder.
"Is Peter with you?" He sounded panicked.
"What?" I rubbed my eyes trying to get my brain to fully wake up.
"He's not here, is Peter there?" He half shouted. "We had a fight and he ran out but that was a couple of hours ago."
The lightning struck and showed the outline of a person approaching my door.
"I can take a look around," I said as I stood up, grabbed my gun with the phone still to my ear. "I don't think so but I was asleep so he could have snuck in."
"I'm missing my key to your place he might have taken it," Steve shouted from the back.
The figure started at the door and slid in a key. I readied my gun and stood by the door so I could have a clear shot of the intruder.
"Hold on guys I might need to call you -" the door opened and a man was in a red skin-tight suit that was ripping off. I put the gun to the person's head but he had his hands up and his mask in his hand.
"It's me! Bucky it's Peter!" He shouted in a shaky voice knowing this would happen.
"I got him, guys he's here," I said on the phone.
Peter sat on the ground, drenched, covered in scratches and started to cry.
"Put him on the phone right now!" Steve grabbed the phone.
Peter looked down to his side that was bleeding and tried to contain his pain. He was dripping wet and trying not to sob.
"...No..."
"Bucky, we aren't messing around," Tony said agitated, "this is our son-"
"Yeah I get that but he just needs rest," I said swapping my gun for a first aid kit, "We'll call first thing in the morning." I hung up and tossed my phone to my bed.
"Please don't make me go home like this," he said taking off his suit soaked in rain and blood and wiped his tears.
"Only if you explain," I motioned to the suit, "that."
"You have such a way with words."
