Am I... The Villian? {~Book One~} {~2021-2022~}

Chapter Ten: {~A hand to lend~}

{~08/10/2021~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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WARNING: ⚠️
{~This chapter contains, Panic Attack, mentions of abuse,  if I missed any please tell me~}

{~Previously On~}

Third person Pov~
Little did Steve know, Bucky wanted help. He craved it. Though the help he wanted was for Stephan to wipe his memories, was for Wanda to wipe his memories, was for someone to fucking mess with his head so he didn't feel hopeless anymore. So he didn't feel regret or anger. So he wouldn't have to replay the awful scenes of where the boy was raped, beaten, used, and repeated. He didn't want to remember his endless screams. Screams in which he could never sooth. He in short terms, just wanted everything to be over.

After the short memory Steve was able to understand a fragment of his and Bucky's shared past. The past in which the two ended up passing each other problems off like a phase that would be fixed with time.

"I want i-it to stop... I want it a-all to stop..." Bucky mumbled, his voice hoarse from the lack of use and rough to the sound. Steve only could tighten his grip, his gaze shifting over to Wanda who was currently leaned against Natasha. She shook her head however, tears still brimming her eyes. Just like they had been the moment the broken soldier stumbled in almost absent minded.

  He knew she would refuge, though there was a small shred of hope that wish she hadn't.

{~Present Time~}

Third Person Pov~
Peter's eyes flickered open once more, his gaze meeting the blurred white and grey tints of the ceiling resting above what ever he was currently laying one. Heaving a heavy breath all the kid could do was continue to stare at the endless void of white, letting it consume his very being. He couldn't even find himself prying his eyes away from it even when Bruce called out to him like he had been for the past hour. Bruce had realized Peter was awake the moment his eyes opened, though as many times as he tried to get Peter's attention without physically grabbing him, he couldn't manage to catch it. The kid had seemed more interested in the ceiling before him then the man shouting beside him.

Sighing, Bruce continued to watch as the kid stared hopelessly at the ceiling. Awaiting for the kid to snap out of it so he could step in. After a good solid ten or twenty minutes, Peter's head finally shifted slightly. Giving Bruce the opportunity to catch the younger boys attention.

"Peter." He called softly yet his voice filled with slight defeat, almost as if he was already expecting his words to phase through the boy just like all the other times he called upon him. So you could guess how surprised Bruce was when the kid tilted his head towards the man even further, dull eyes staring straight forwards, not focusing on anything in particular. "I'm guessing you'd like to know what's going on?"

Again, the kids head bobbed, a slight movement that resulted in the Thats doctors lips curling into a small smile. Sure Bruce wasn't the greatest when it came to the arts of medicine, though after watching and participating in many operations for the team, he was able to learn off of experience alone. That and the occasional text here and there. But due to his lack of knowledge, he could only do so much. So he wanted to start of by saying sorry to the boy.