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

Chapter Twenty Seven; {~Putting a face to the faceless~}

{~02/20/2022~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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Third Person Pov~
  Peter rose from his bed, leaving behind the awfully warm sheets that once laid upon his shivering body. It wasn't the cold that brought Peter quivering, but more so the fact the boy was crying seconds before. His body was shaking due to the tears that once spilled from his eyes, trembling due to the empty like feeling that resigned in his body.

  Sighing, Peter lifted himself from the bed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He was incredibly weak, swaying back and forth with every step. Stumbling over himself every so often as he was incapable of walking straight. Lacking the required energy to keep himself upright. The boy didn't pay much of any attention to it, he continued to stumble around, leaving behind the room he was once in to find something, anything.

  He didn't want to be there any longer, he didn't want the smell the disgusting scent of disinfecting alcohol or weird cleaning supplies. He didn't want to listen to that constant beeping that turned into a rough hum. He didn't want to stare blankly at the dimmed ceiling as he knew all to well the lack of imagery would leave him getting lost in the pits of his mind once more.

  So Peter continued to walk, continued to until he tripped over himself. A howl came from him, one out of fear as he collapsed onto the floor before a door that had light flickering beneath it. Silence filled the air momentarily, soon being overlapped by the sound of the heavy metal door sliding open. Peter head shifted, looking up to be met with a blur of colours, one he didn't recognize.

  Sam had heard a loud thump, followed by a pained whimper. Confused, he shifted out of his bed, leaving behind the clearly distressed Bucky so he could figure out what made the sound.

  Not too long after Bucky left Peter's side, the man began spiralling into a confusing sea of self destruction. His breathing had grown heavier, his metal arm tightening around his flesh. The man wouldn't stop mumbling about how something was his fault, how the kid known as 'Peter' was dead because of him. Sam was trying to calm him down so he could figure out what Bucky was exactly trying to say.

  "Peter?" Sam had gasped once noticing the boy who was currently laying on the floor before him. The boys face was against the chilled flooring eyes stuck to Sam though never meeting his gaze. Sighing, Sam crouched down. Hesitantly reaching out for the boy who was unmoving. "Are you alright?"

  When Sam's hand pressed against Peter's shoulder, he was expecting some type of reaction. He expected Peter to recoil from his touch out of fear, not lean into it like he had. Though, there was a slight change in the boys mood when he had. His once emotionless expression turned to one that screamed desire. Was he expecting me to hit him?

That thought was enough for Sam to help the kid up and bring him into his room, deciding that it would be best if the boy wasn't alone in such a state.

Peter stood by the door, leaning against the wall tiredly as the blob of colours began to move around, seemingly interacting with things around the room though Peter wasn't entirely sure what was going on. Soon enough he felt weight around his shoulders, looking up, he noticed how the man draped a soft blanket around his shoulders. One that was a gentle greyish white colour.

  "Well Bucky and I will be sleeping on my bed, but I can pull out a mattress for you, or you ca-"

  "To comfy... I-I can sleep o-on the floor." Sam couldn't help but frown. He had already forced Bucky into sleeping on something less filthy, and now, now he was to convince the kid the same thing. What was with everyone's addition to sleeping on the filthy floors? Sighing, Sam nodded his head. Collecting a bunch of pillows that he soon arranged into a bed like shape on the floor. He could sense Bucky's annoyed glare upon him though he pushed it aside, not wanting to hear him bitch about how he wasn't allowed sleeping on the floor.