Avengers One-Shots

(Peter) He'll Get Better

"What's wrong with him?"

Peter Parker pointed to the brunet curled up on the couch, eyes glazed and staring at nothing particular.

Sam motioned with his mug.

"He's got some problems."

The Falcon twirled his finger next to his eyes and whistled.

Peter smiled softly.

"No, really."

Sam sighed, putting his cup down.

"Okay... He won't be like this all the time–"

"Princess Shuri and the King of Wakanda are gonna come and fix him or something."

They both turned to Tony; who spoke.

"Doubt T'Challa will come," Steve said from his seat at the island.

Tony approached the coffee machine.

"You've got to fix him, it's sort of similar to a machi–"

Steve forcefully stood up to his feet—silent.

Tony eyed him.

Say no more.

Then Peter noticed how Bucky was mouthing words quietly.

That's strange.

"Hey, how come you guys can't just stick him on a plane and bring him to them?"

Steve winced, recalling how 'well' that idea had worked out in the past. "Last time that didn't work out well..."

"Can't you just knock him out with sedatives?"

Sam shook his head, shuddering with memories. "It's hard to get close."

Peter stepped forward with Steve, but the blonde supersoldier approached Bucky and stood over him.

"Hey, Buck."

Bucky made eye contact with Steve.

"No..." He whispered.

The broken boy buried his face into his hands.

"You're not real."

The words stung.

Bucky pulled one of his knees tightly to his chest.

"Steve, Steve, Steve."

He took one hand off his face.

"You're... You're..."

"Yes?"

Steve turned and crouched down to sit next to his friend, but before he could even touch the couch he was already being flung across the room.

Thunk!

"No more breaking furniture."

Peter helped Steve up.

"Hell get better," he told the man. "I promise."

But will he ever?

6/9/21
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