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

Chapter Twenty One; {~A Shattered Heart Begging To Have Been Mended~}

{~12/07/2021~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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WARNING: ⚠️
{~This chapter contains, Panic Attack, mentions of abuse, self harm, child abuse, swear words, mentions of suicide, death, torture, Memories of the past if I missed any please tell me~}

{~Previously On~}

Bucky Barne's Pov~
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay." I continued to shush the kid, pressing him closer to my chest. To my surprise he leaned into my touch. Went as far as nuzzling his head into my chest once his screaming had stopped. The kid past out from lack of exhaustion, his body having fallen slack in my arms. Tony and Bruce were leading me towards the medical ward on the floor. To my surprise I didn't even notice we were moving as I was too focused on the once scared boy in my hands.

"Bucky you can put him down right there." I did no such thing, instead I pulled him closer, a part of me didn't want to let him go again... again?

"Shh, it's okay. The bad man is gone. I won't let him touch you again. Shh, I've got you. I'm so sorry kid, I'm so sorry."

My eyes had knitted together, confusion riddling them as I sat there. Why now couldn't I get that out of my head. Why couldn't I forget about holding that kid, resting my head on his shoulder as he cried softly.

  Glancing down at Peter, I couldn't help but flinch. He was covered in so much blood. Even after I stopped him from hurting himself again. I felt something brush against my side, drawing my attention. There stood Tony, a hand outstretched for the boy. I shook my head, I couldn't bring myself to give up Peter. I didn't want to lose him. I couldn't.

  "Bucky he's going to bleed out if you don't let us help him." And just like that, Peter was gone. Out of his grasp.

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{~Present Time~}
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Third Person Pov~
  Peter's eyes flickered open to be met with a blinding light, one that was more more then familiar. Letting out a heavy yet tired breath, Peter allowed his head to fall off towards the side. Eyes running along a tired looking man who was facing away from him. Squinting, Peter realized something he hadn't before. His eye sight was getting better!

  Sure the man before his was still blurred into his surroundings though now he could depict the fine line between the scenery and the outline of the man. Peter couldn't help but smile at this, the heart monitor beside his bed slightly increased at the overwhelming sense of joy that suddenly washed over him. This drew the man's attention.

  "Hey Pete-" Bruce was cut short by a unfamiliar sight. Said sight having been the widely smiling boy before him. Bruce couldn't help but smile in return, finding that a smile suited the boys face much more then the expressionless one he usually bared. Deciding against teasing him for the adorable smile that showed off the boys dimples, Bruce found himself readjusting himself before restarting his sentence. "Glad to see that your awake kid. You gave us all a real scare back there."

  Peter frowned upon hearing those words, he never meant to burden them with anything, especially unneeded emotions. He didn't mean to scare Bruce or the others at the table. Sure he was scared and ended up diving head first into a panic attack but that was no excuse for acting the way he had.

  "Sorry." The kid mumbled out, arms wrapping themselves around his chest in a closed off yet secured manner. Peter didn't understand why the cold room made him feel more free, or how holding himself close could've made him feel so safe. He didn't understand the comforting presence the slightly curly haired man, gave off.  He felt a sense of regret for the previous days actions, hating that he reacted so poorly after all that training he had undergone. In simple terms, he felt hopeless in a way. Hopeless, because he couldn't follow a singular rule.