When they got to the Compound they sat down and tried to figure out what happened to Peter.

"I've never seen him fight like that." Natasha said shaking her head.

"I know." Steve said. "I thought we trained him using full power. But I guess not."

Bucky sat there in silence trying to figure out what happened.

It had been six months since they broke up and while he thought he thought about what had happened right before they broke up.

Then he remembered seeing Peter throw up every morning and it hit him.

He sat there in horror.

"OH SHIT!" he yelled and they jumped and looked at him.

"What?" they all said.

"I think I know what's wrong with him." he said a little pale.

"What is it Buck?" Steve asked.

"I think he was pregnant."

"WHAT?!" they all yelled.

"We had sex about 3 weeks before breaking up. He had been throwing up every morning for about a month to. So he's about maybe 25 weeks?" he said and they looked at him in shock. "I had a little sister." he said and they nodded.

"If he's pregnant then why the hell did he help us?" Sam said and they looked at Bucky then Tony.

"I want to protect the little guy." Tony said. "That's what he said when I asked for help."

Then Bucky sighed and got up.

"Where are you going Buck?" Steve asked.

"To talk about the baby." Bucky said and left.

They watched him not sure if this was such a good idea.

Meanwhile Peter was in the living room sleeping after the fight and birth.

Half an hour later he was woken by knocking on the door.

He sighed with an idea it was at least one of them but got up and headed to the door.

"Coming!" he said and opened the door and froze to see Bucky. "Bucky?"

"We need to talk." Bucky said.

Peter sighed but nodded.

"Yeah, we do." he said and let him in.

Then he shut the door and Bucky turned around.

"Why didn't you tell me you're pregnant?" Bucky asked quickly.

"I found out the day after I left."

"Does anyone else know?"

"No. Not even Ned and MJ."

"Where are you?" Bucky asked but got no answer. "Hello?"

"I was twenty 26 weeks."

Bucky nodded then realized the word 'was'.

"What do you mean was?"

"I somehow got into labor about eleven hours ago. Was in labor for eight hours and had him here and my own. I lost him from being early even though he was the son of a Super Soldier and Spider-Man. Two of the strongest people." Peter said fighting tears. "When I had him he wasn't crying. So I tried CPR but that didn't do anything." he said weak and fighting tears. "I lost him."

Bucky stood there quietly then realized something.

"Him?" he said.

"You had a son. James Benjamin Parker."

"A son?" Bucky said and Peter nodded.

"After that I took a shower and got him buried in the backyard. Then you know the rest." Peter said and Bucky nodded.

Then they sat there in silence.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Bucky asked and Peter looked at him.

"Why didn't I tell you? Maybe because I was shocked, confused, upset and angry after breaking up the day before and just finding out Queens' crime had gone up causing me to not think about the baby!" Peter yelled. "I resigned being an Avenger but stayed at Stark Industries to stay away from you!"

Bucky glared at him.

"You should've told at least Potts and tell her to tell me!" he yelled back.

"I wasn't even sure if I was going to tell you about him!"

Bucky looked at him in shock then angry and aimed a punch at him but Peter caught his hand and kicked him in the stomach getting him to fall, groan and wince.

Then he looked at Peter who glared at him.

"Get out." Peter said.

"Not until we talk about this!" Bucky said after he got up.

"I said, GET OUT!" Peter yelled and kicked him hard getting him to hit the door.

Then he opened the door and Bucky looked at him and left.

While he heard the door slam shut he heard Peter start crying a little.

Then he stormed off trying to calm down and not have the real Winter Soldier come out from his anger.

Meanwhile Peter was on the door crying.

Losing the baby, the love of his life breaking up with him, leaving his family, blaming himself leaving the neighborhood that needed him and everything he's been holding since he was a kid.

Then he took a deep shaky breath and got control of his emotions.

They were thinking the same thing.

'I'm never going to look at him again.'