Peter's POV
As I made me way back to Ned and MJ I thought about what Bucky told me. Was it true? Was it safe outside the walls? I was so distracted I almost missed my turn. MJ and Ned greeted me as soon as they saw me. "Peter!" Ned said. "You're late!"
"What happened loser?" MJ asked. "Um..." I said nervously. "Mr. Stark caught me and I met another borrower." MJ's eyes widened. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" Ned yelled in concern. "Yes, he's completely safe to be around." I told them, MJ's eyes narrowed.
"How do you know?" She asked, I shrugged. "The other borrower said it was and went and talked to him." I explained, MJ scoffed. "He's either Stark's pet or spy, probably to catch more borrowers." I shook my head. "No, he lives in a little house Stark made for him... I'm going to see him." MJ shook her head and said. "If you get taken, we're not going to save you." "Fine!" I snapped and walked to Steve's room.
Bucky's POV
"Steve!" I shrieked as I fell from the train. My left arm hit a rock on the way down. I saw red all around me, pain coming from my arm. "S-Steve!" I half-sobbed. The ice started to feel freezing, I was going to die. ' Maybe that will do some good.' I thought to myself. 'My bones will be of some use.' I closed my eyes a moment, my arm was gone... taken by ice. 'If I had one wish," I thought to myself, heartbroken. 'It would be to be back with Steve... maybe in his pocket... or be held by him one more time.' "Hello Sargeant Barnes." Came a voice I never had wanted to hear again.
I shot out of bed in fear... another repressed memory... I thought those nightmares were over. "You doing alright, Bucky?" Steve asked me as he tapped my little window gently. I got my breath back and nodded. "Yeah Steve." "You sure?" Steve asked in concern. "Yeah." "Okay," He said gently. "I'm going to the store for a bit... I'll see if they have some plums...stay here please. I don't wanna lose you."
I smiled, Steve had gotten WAY overprotective since I came back. "Sure thing Steve." I called, he walked of and closed the door to his room. I wandered around my house for a bit. Tony had insisted it have two stories... Incase we found another borrower, not that I was gonna see Peter soon. It had working appliances, oven, fridge, stove. It was pretty nice... nicer then anything I remembered before. 'Knock' came the noise from my front door. "Who could that be?" I muttered to myself as I went to answer the door. There stood Peter. "H-hey." He said as I opened the door, I smiled. "You coming in?" I asked him, he nodded. "Um, yeah, if you want."
"Sorry if the place is a mess," I told him as he walked in. "I'm still adjusting... want anything to eat or drink?" "Ummmm, yeah... if you can spare anything." He said nervously, I shrugged. "Steve gives me plenty of food... it's really no trouble." "Thank you... how did Steve find you?" I hmm'd for a moment before saying. "1942, he was tiny and sick half the time... caught me when I thought he was gone. He's been nothing but kind to me."
Peter seemed a bit surprised when I gave him a cookie and some milk. "Help yourself," I told him. "I've got plenty of food." "Thank you." Peter said gratefully as he nibbled on it. "Are there more borrowers in the tower?" I asked him after a minute. He nodded and said. "Two more, that I know about anyway, we're trying to start a colony here." I smiled and said. "I take it that you're sixteen then."
He nodded happily. "Just moved out of the nest! When did you leave your nest?" I furrowed my brows together in thought... when did I leave my nest? "You don't know?" Asked Peter in confusion. I shrugged. "No, HYDRA stole all my memories from before, I've been remembering more and more but... I don't think somethings will ever come back." Just then there was a loud 'KNOCK ' on my door, Peter and I jumped. "I'll go see who it is." I told him.
Pietro's POV
I nervously knocked on Bucky's door, I hadn't gotten a chance to apologize. I saw the the little door open and Bucky poke his head out. He looked up and his tiny eyes widened in fear. "H-Hey Bucky." I said softly. He ducked back in and slammed his door.
To be continued
