The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 30: Morning..

My eyes flutter open, and I suddenly remember where I am.
"God, I thought you'd never wake up." Bucky chuckles.
I sit up, remembering my head was basically laying on top of him.
"Sorry." I chuckle, rubbing my eyes.
I got a bit of sleep, and that's enough.
He sits up, leaning against a pillow.
"Hey, Buck?" I begin.
"Yeah?"
"Did anybody come in here? I could've sworn I heard the door open. And then footsteps. And then somebody touching my back.."
He nods.
"I might have fallen asleep." He chuckles.
"I might have figured."
I stand up from where I lay and head over to the door.
Then I remembered, it was Christmas.
And Tony was still a piece of shit.
I hesitate to open the door.
"You know they're celebrating, right?" Bucky asks.
I nod.
Clearly. Because they were normal people.
Christmas mattered to them.
I'd have to go out at some point, though.
"You sure you wanna go out there? They're going to drag you into celebrating." Bucky says.
"I know. But I cant stay in here all day."
He raises his eyebrows and nods.
"Neither could I." He says, standing up.
I open the door to let him out, as well.
Then I remembered, and started chuckling.
"What?" Bucky asks.
"You're still in pajamas."
He looks down at his outfit and back up at me.
"Well, shit."
"Go. Go get changed." I laugh.
"Well, you look a mess too." He chuckles.
"Then we'll both get changed." I say, leaving to go back into my room.
Bucky goes down the halls, back to his room.
I find a pair of jeans, a creme colored shirt, and a darker blue jacket.
I find the boots I normally wore.
I still didn't know whose clothes I wore.

I quickly got changed and headed out the door.
I figured nobody would be eating breakfast anymore, considering it was nearly 10am.
But, to my surprise, when I walked into the kitchen, Clint was there.
He was making breakfast. But it didn't look like a lot.
He turns over and smiles at me.
I attempt to give him some sort of smile.
"Hey, kid. Hungry?" He asks.
I didn't like when people called me kid.
I nod.
I was a bit hungry, I suppose.
"Good, because I made you food," He says, "You missed breakfast, you know?"
"Yeah." I say.
"She speaks!" He jokes, raising both hands into the air.
I chuckle a bit.
"You like scrambled eggs? Because that's all I got for you."
"Yes, thank you." I say.
He hands me a plate of scrambled eggs and motions for me to sit down while I eat them. He didn't want the food getting all over the place.
I quickly eat the food in front of me.
I didn't actually realize how hungry I was until I started eating.
"Has Stark talked to you yet?" He asks, taking the empty plate.
"About what?" I ask.
"I'll take that as a no," He chuckles, "He's trying to figure out a time he could get you to Wakanda."
"What's Wakanda?"
"Well, it's... you'll see." He smiles.
"Alright."
Suddenly, Bucky walks out into the kitchen, opening the fridge.
He looks over to Clint.
"Clint." He says, smiling a bit.
"Bucky." He smiles back.
Bucky takes out some milk and grabs a box of cereal.
"Sorry, I didn't make you any eggs... I could make some if you want." Clint says.
"It's fine." Bucky says, pouring the cereal into the bowl, and then the milk.
"Alrighty, then." Clint says, leaving to go somewhere.
"Oh," Clint says, turning around, "Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas." I mutter.
Bucky comes to sit down next to me, eating his cereal.
"Did you buy gifts?" I ask.
"Hm?"
"Presents. For everyone."
"Oh, um. No, I didn't. I didn't have much time and I don't.. celebrate anymore." He says, eating his cereal.
"I didn't buy anything either. I mean, I don't exactly have any money."
"I have a bit of spare change. Nothing much." Bucky says.
I sit as he gulps down the milk from the bowl.
"Stark's throwing a party tonight." He says.
"Didn't he have a Christmas party, like, three days ago?" I ask.
He shrugs and nods.
God damn, Stark. How many parties can you throw?
"Are we invited?" I ask.
"Apparently. He told me to tell you."
"He spoke to you?"
"No, actually. He told Steve to tell me."
"Figured."
I watch as he gets up to put his dishes in the sink.
"The party starts at 5:30pm." He tells me.
"And when does it end?" I ask.
He shrugs.
"When people decide to leave." He chuckles.
I couldn't tell if he was being serious.
But then again, he probably was.
Stark seemed like the party person who'd party till dawn.
I guess I had the whole day to myself.
I begin heading toward the staircase.
I wanted to see the city from the roof again.
"Where are you going?" Bucky asks.
"The roof." I answer.
"Why?" He asks, seemingly now a bit panicked.
"I just want to see the city."
"Oh- yeah, sorry. Yeah. Um.. have fun, I guess."
I climb up the staircase a bit heading toward the roof.
I open the door as I make it to the roof.
Quickly, I see somebody else sitting on the roof.
"Peter?" I say.
He quickly turns around and stands up.
I begin walking over to him.
"Sorry.." He mutters, quietly, heading to the door behind me.
"Where are you going, Peter?"
He stops before he makes it to the door.
"I'm going back inside." He answers, coldly.
"You don't have to,"I mention, "I'll go back down, if you don't want me here."
"No." He says, heading down the stairs.
What was up with him?
He seemed.. I dunno, different?
At least he acted different.
I scoff, turning around to sit near the edge of the roof.
Not too close to the edge, though.
I didn't want Bucky coming up here and worrying.
I watch the birds fly past the buildings.
A bunch of cars were packed onto the street.
It was always busy in New York.
I watched as some of the lights flickered on in the buildings.
It wasn't as noticeable, since it was brighter outside, but you could still see the lights.
I can, at least.
I don't think people pay attention to when lights are on.
Most people rushed through the sidewalks, pushing people to the side.
Everybody always seemed angry.
And then there were the cheery people.
Most of them were, I think what they're called, tourists?
That sounds right.
Suddenly, something flies into the air.
Spider man.
Peter Parker.
He was using his web shooter things to go from building from building.
I see his head turn toward my way, but quickly look away.
Peter Parker, what was going through your mind?