I AndieLynn have decided to write yet another chapter at three am. Two nights in a row? I was talking to one of my besties and she said she would edit chapters for me for 10 cents a chapter… (Sienna I'm not gonna pay you) Hopefully, she will start soon and my grammar and spelling will improve. We shall see.

Alright, LET'S DO THIS!

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Bucky was moved quicker than he thought. Sure guards lined the halls all the way there and he was sure they had Clint in the vents watching his every move, but he just needed to see the kid.

He soon turned a corner and saw Tony Stark, Natasha, and Dr. Banner all talking outside a room at the end of the hall. "Is Peter in there?" He asked quietly to the guard next to him. There was no response.

"Mr. Barnes, great to see you on your feet." Dr. Banner said. Fear rose in Buckys chest. He knew Dr. Banner and the Hulk were two completely separate people. He knew that they had been working the Hulk during shock therapy every once and a while.

Don't blow this, idiot. They won't let you see him. Keep it together. Don't freak out. He won't hurt you. You're okay. You're okay, right? Are the walls getting closer? Are the lights brighter? Don't freak out. Stop breathing so fast. Calm down. CALM DOWN. Get it together Barns. Why are my hands shaking? Everything is just so hot. The air is defiantly thicker than it was when I walked in. I can't breathe. Oh god, Barnes are you serious? Are you gonna fuck up your one chance at seeing the kid? If I could just get a breath of fresh air. Something's wrong, I can't breathe. Did I never get out? Am I stuck? I can't breathe. I CAN'T BREATHE. Keep it together. Keep it together. Just step forward you coward. Look at him, just look through the window.

Barnes struggled forwards, breathing heavy. Natasha could see his arms shaking even underneath the layers of comfort clothing Stark had provided. But once his eyes looked through the two way mirror everything about him changed.

His haunted tired eyes lit up. A smile spread across his face and his trembling stopped. Peter had an oxygen mask on, along with multiple IV's dedicated to keeping him asleep.

"-ky. Did you hear me?" A voice said from behind him. He didn't take his eyes off the kid.

"N-no sorry." He mumbled.

"S.H.I.E.L.D wants to talk to you about the kid. They have a few plans but first do you want to go and sit by his bed. We can lessen his drip so he wakes up in a few minutes." Natasha said in a soft voice. Like she was talking to a fragile child.

Bucky didn't mind. Stuff like that used to piss him off, but when he saw Peters smile, he fell apart.

Someone opened the door and he walked in, never taking his eyes off the kid. He was still covered in bruises. Though most of them had faded to a yellow color, instead of purple black and blue.

He watched Dr. Banner carefully as he decreased the drip. He looked at the mirror, he didn't look great either. His hair long and matted. He was sure they washed it while he was out, but he could see the blood that had been caked into it for weeks. He was skinnier, but not like Pete. No Pete looked like a breeze would blow him over.

"Dr. Banner." Bucky said quietly, "Is he going to be okay?"

He grabbed the chart that was at the end of the bed, looking over it carefully.

"He's been through a lot. He needs to get on a diet plan. But he will recover."'

See Bucky? He's fine. And if he's fine you're fine.

Bruce left the room, and it was just Peter and him. That didn't mean that there weren't people on the other side of the glass waiting for the veteran to go berserk. But he just kept his eyes steady on the kid.

The room was warm, and after what he had been through, and knowing the kid was safe beside him. He slowly drifted off into sleep.

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Peter woke to the beeping of an EKG. His first thought was panic, but he felt his restraints were a little more lose, and in front of him. Oatmeal? On a table that swings in front of him a hot bowl, with a spoon. Next to it a bag of healthy chips.

He heard the soft breathing and his eyes left the food in front of him, pushing the bowl forward. It was a test they did on him. Setting food in front of his, and if he reached for it they would beat him to a pulp. But Bucky slept in front of him, starting to snore.

Peter ate quietly, but his stomach filled quickly. I guess eating nothing but a few moldy crackers a day will make your stomach shrink a bit.

He wanted answers. What was going on? Were they bought? What was their mission? He looked down at the back of healthy chips. He knew he wouldn't eat them. He was never a fan. He spun his spoon around his leftover oatmeal. He heard Bucky's snoring get louder. His ears extra sensitive to the sound. He's had enough sleep.

He reached forward grabbing the chips and opened the bag quietly. He shut one eye and aimed carefully throwing the chip. It landed right in his mouth. Peter celebrated quietly, grabbing another, eventually Bucky moved so his mouth was no longer an option, so he resorted to just throwing chips at his face.

The snoring cut off, and he saw as the older man slowly opened his eyes and saw the mess of chips fall into his lap and on the ground.

"So we have food now," Peter said with a large smile.

Bucky's eyes sparkled as he got up and moved his chair next to the kid. Peter noticed a small glance at a mirror on the far side of the room and tapped out.

A-R-E W-E S-A-F-E?

I T-H-I-N-K W-E A-R-E

"Where are we?" Peter asked looking around the bland white medical room.

"I think we are at the Avengers Tower." He said realizing he truly didn't know where he was or what was going on.

"What?! Bucky, help me out, we need to get out of here. They're the reason we got hurt. Bucky help." Peter said the restraints were far stronger this time. Maybe if he wasn't starved the past month he would be able to pull through them.

"Bucky everything that happened, everything them!" Peter struggled harder until he was filled with the desire to calm down.

The door opened and a girl with long brown hair, her hands twisted I air, her eyes tinted red while staring at him.

"Bucky, Fury is here, let's go." She said.

"B-buck don't trust them," Peter said hazed.

The girl walked over near Peters bed and he felt warm blissful sleep wash over him.

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Tony was shocked, to say the least. Every time he had seen the kid, he had been so... different. But when he woke up with Bucky in the room he just sat there and ate the food in front of him. Eventually, it looked like the kid was playing a game with chips.

This kid wasn't some scary creature, who freaked out every time he saw people. He was a kid, a kid who was hurt. Tony would never tell anyone, he would take it to his grave, but he suddenly cared for the kid.

Everyone watched closely, to see a sign of the crazed kid they had seen a few hours before. Everyone tensed as they watched Bucky wake up. They had Wanda there to calm them down or stop a fight between them.

The kid said, "So we have food now?" Which broke Tony's heart in half.

Everything about him changed once Bucky said the word, Avengers. He began yelling again, pulling on the restraints. Wanda worked quickly, calming him down before she walked.

What were they going to do?

Okay, so I wrote most of this around 3ish? So I'm sorry if it isn't the best.

Like I said before one of my friends will proofread my stuff before I post it (BC when I write these I don't really ever really read them through) (cause I suck) Hopefully, that will help with spelling and grammar and just stupid stuff I miss all the time.

Alright, I really have to get started on my other work. BYE!

-AndieLynn