Secrets - Peter Parker x Reader

Chapter Eleven

"Thanks for saving me." I smiled at him.
"No problem! Steve actually needs you though." We walked down the hall to meet Steve in the library room.
"Thanks Parker. Please sit miss." I rolled my eyes and Peter walked out.
"What's up?"
"So, I know you're all over Peter. Maybe you should keep your mind open! You know, Peter hasn't made a move. Kinda suspicious. Maybe he isn't... the one." Steve avoided eye contact, someone put him up to this.
"Did my dad tell you to say this?" I almost laughed in disbelief.
"What! No! Y/n, Bucky is still Buck. I think you can help him. Maybe he can remember. I see how you look at him, I know you still love him." I could feel myself getting emotional.
"Stop, Steve. Not now, not today. I'm going to get Peter alright. Tonight is the night. Bucky and are, are in the past. I need to worry about the now. Never once has anyone helped me through a PTSD episode the way he did." I dropped my head while patting my eyes, trying to keep my makeup from running.
"W-what?" Steve met my eyes, for once.
"The night we slept in the same bed. I had a.. flashback I guess. I haven't had one in years, but the feeling of being with him reminded me of something terrible that had happened. He held me and got me out of it. No one has done that. Not even Buck." I looked back at him realizing I just told him something I've never told anyone.

When I was 7 I was abused in basically any way you could think of. I was brought to the hospital from a noise complaint. I was covered in blood. That day my dad had put a hot iron on my stomach. I should've died. But I didn't. Tony just so happened to be in the hospital at the same time when he saw me. He asked the doctors what had happened and before I knew it he was my dad. I forgot that day, until I was with Peter. It's not his fault, but he did help me out of it.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't know." Steve stood up and grabbed my hand. "Bucky is always gonna be there for you y/n, even if it's not how it used to be. We're all here for you, always."
"Shut up Steve, I'm trying not to cry."
"You big wimp." He pulled me into a hug and then we walked back to my room.