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"I said I told you everything I know about him!" Bucky said, getting a little angrier.
Fury stood over him, "So you want me to believe that you only know the kids first name and that you think he's 15?"
Bucky nodded, leaning back in the chair, "Why the hell am I being interrogated? He's a good kid."
"He's dangerous." Fury said leaning forward on the table, "I get you to formed a little bond while in Hydras position, but you don't know anything about the kid either. What about his parents. Did he mention them? They might be out there worried sick about there son."
Bucky could imagine it. Two parents sitting next to a silent phone. Just waiting for it to ring. He imagined the missing posters, where he's smiling brightly. He thought of them crying over the Peter he had loved.
"Okay, I'll do this."
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To say that the past few days were strange for Peter the past few days was an understatement. Waking up, going to sleep. Over and over again. Jeez people choose a lane. One time when he woke up Bucky was there.
And then he lost control, he freaked out and they took Bucky away. When he woke up this time he was sitting upwards. A chair was next to him, after a few minutes of waiting for something to happen Bucky walked in.
A giant smile grew across Peters' face, but Bucky's remained mostly serious. He knew that the Princess was watching a feed of there room on her flight over right now so that she would have a better idea of what she was working with.
"Peter-" Bucky started.
"What? We've been sold, haven't we?" He said his eyes growing wider, "Bucky I'm not ready to hurt people."
"Wha-? No! I told you we're safe. At uh- the um tower. We aren't under Hydras control anymore." Bucky responded quickly.
"Oh, then what's going on?" He asked.
"Well, I just wanted to get to know you better. And umm tell you a little bit more about myself."
Peter sat back, smiling slightly at the elders' discomfort. "Okay, what do you wanna know?"
"Let's start with something simple. How about your name?"
"Peter Parker," Peter responded.
"Bucky Barnes."
"Yeah, I know. You're the Winter Soldier." He responded.
"So you also know I was raised to be friends with Cap?" Bucky said. Trying to pretend that just saying him and cap were friends didn't make his blood boil.
"Well, he and his friends the Avengers wanted to know a few small things about you as well."
He suddenly noticed Peters fingers bouncing up and down on his lap. Tapping out a message.
A-R-E T-H-E-Y F-O-R-C-I-N-G Y-O-U Peter asked
N-O Bucky responded
"Like what?" Peter asked.
"How old are you?"
The kid looked down and mumbled, "15."
Everyone knew it was coming, and no one expected it to hurt so much. Yes, he was young, and they knew he would be around the age of 15. But coming out of his mouth, it wasn't a number on a paper, it was his life. A 15-year-old was out in spandex. He was taking on muggers long before being captured.
Bucky realized that he was staring in shock and tried to recover quickly.
"You seem to be healing fast, is that one of your abilities?"
Peter gave a slight nod.
"H-how are you like this? Are you a super soldier? Did your parents do this to you?" He asked quickly. He knew he shouldn't be so involved, but he along with a lot of other people wanted to hear the answer.
"No, I was on a field trip at Oscorp. One of the spiders got out and bit me." He gave a small smile, "You know I've never told anyone that? And I so badly wanted to tell that man. I don't know why I didn't I have no one left to protect. I'm cursed. It used to just follow the people I love, but I think it's catching up to me."
Bucky tilted his head but didn't speak, instead waited for the kid to continue, "People lose their parents all the time. I can't really remember mine that well, a few clouded fogged memories of them laughing pop up in my head every once and awhile. But it wasn't like I w-was alone. I had my Aunt and my Uncle. T-those two were made for each other. Sure they bickered every once and a while, but they truly were made for each other.
"Then the field trip happened, and everything was dialed to eleven. I could hear conversations happening in the lobby when I was on the top floor. Everything was so bright and loud. And when the mugger came around the corner, I didn't know what to do. I just stood there like an idiot until the gun was fired.
"He was a good man," Peter said taking a pause, and looking straight ahead holding back tears, "and I lost May that day too. She was never the same without him. Her heart shattered, she never looked at me the same. And yeah, we got better. We worked through it. I dove into being Spider-Man. She took extra shifts, anything to keep us busy. And just when I got comfortable everything fell apart again. That stupid a**hole didn't seem to notice the red light, or us. And she was gone too. She didn't deserve to die Bucky. She was an amazing lady." Peter said. A few tears had made there way down his face.
"Than I met my foster parents. When I look back at what they did, it really wasn't that bad. But still, at that point I decided to leave. And that's how I ended up near you." He said. He knew he should mention being homeless, or his oldest friend Albert.
Bucky thought it was pretty obvious that the kid had never spoken about it before, everything he had built up inside just came rushing out.
"She was a really great person." He cried, Bucky reached out and hugged him, "Death doesn't discriminate between the sinner and the saints, it just takes what it wants. We can't blame ourselves for what it does. Okay? You and I are going to work through this sh** show together. Got it?"
"Okay."
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THIS TOOK ME FOREVER. (i haven't been feeling great so let's blame it on that)
I was thinking about this chapter today, and I'm still not a huge fan of how it turned out. It seems a little too fluffy for me, a little too soon. And there are going to be some struggles on the path to happiness.
I wrote this while pulling an all-nighter, so I could get other work done. So I'm sorry for weird mistakes. But my computer won't let me use Grammarly rn so I'm sorry.
I'm still trying to get a strong first chapter with my other fanfic, and then write a few extra chapters in advance so I don't have to take much more time away from these. So most of the day (That I post this) I will be working on that.
