Avengers One-Shots

(Bucky) Sorry, I Don't Remember

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes lifted his arms and inspected his bandages. He was shirtless, as his chest was wrapped all around with long, white medical bandages. Then his single flesh and bone arm was wrapped tightly as well. And finally, sitting on his forehead, was a blinding white hospital head wrap.

Steve dialed the King of Wakanda on the phone he had in hand, and then Natasha and Sam crowded around him to hear.

The supersoldier sighed and put on speaker, and he hoped they would both get the message to clear away from crowding him.

The screen on the smartphone (borrowed from Tony) turned from a normal call to a video call. They could all see T'Challa's face and then the next moment it seemed like the device was taken from his grasp and the princess of Wakanda showed herself this time.

"He's big," Bucky gestured to Steve, in a matter of a fact manner.

Sam laughed. "Damn, man. So are you!"

Bucky glanced at Sam and scrunched his face up in confusion but he turned his attention to Tony this time.

"I like your... I like your... um..."

Bucky gestured to his facial hair, but he himself didn't have any, Steve shaved it off when Natasha noticed the jagged cut on his chin.

"Goatee?"

"Yeah."

Bucky pursed his lips meanwhile Tony laughed and lifted his cup into the air.

"I like him this way! Never mind that, keep him like this."

"But my memories... can I have them back? I don't even know where I am."

At that exact moment, Peter Parker walked inside, with his hood covering his hair and his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Kid, what are you doing here."

"I– I– I, um..."

He threw his bag onto the ground anticlimactically and walked over to Tony. "I've got nowhere else to go."

"What do you mean?"

"Did Happy tell you?"

"No..."

Peter took the mug from Tony's hand and sniffed it.

"That's alcohol," and Peter poured the liquid out of the mug and into the sink. Then he sat down at the island and pulled down his hood.

"What– Why?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

The longer Tony stared at his face the more he noticed. Peter's eyes were red and shiny, cheeks tearstained, his complexion flushed and forehead sweaty.

"Oh... I'm sorry."

And he hugged the boy.

"It's just... my- my– my aunt..."

"Shh, it's okay. We're dealing with Barnes over here. The crap he's spewing will make you feel better."

Peter let out a low chuckle, he lightly jumped off the chair and slipped out of Tony's grasp. The adolescent looked at Bucky, not even bothered that all his childhood heroes were standing in the same room as him.

Normally he would've been freaking out.

Bucky titled his head to the side like a confused puppy. "Is he okay?"

Peter smiled, pushing some strands of curly hair out of his eyes. He hadn't gotten a haircut in a while.

His voice sounded broken and cracked. "I'm fine, I swear." And his eyes only filled with more tears.