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

Chapter Twenty Eight; {~When Worlds Collide, Yet Again~}

{~02/20/2022~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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Third Person Pov~
  The night passed by rather quickly, for the first time in a long time both Peter and Bucky were able to get a full nights sleep. The two having found this odd sense of comfort in each other's grasps. It was familiar and welcoming, gave them both those at ease feeling which ended up sticking throughout the night. When morning came around, Bucky couldn't bring himself to move as the younger of the two was still sleeping, clinging to the metal arm he hated so dearly.

Bucky stared down at the boy, continuing to run his flesh hand through the kids hair as he laid there. He took in the boys features, as well as the similar branding he too had. If he wasn't mistaken, they were in the same facility, and in the same cell block. His heart sped up, beating faster and harder at this discovery. Though it was all silenced when a certain someone began to stir. All thoughts left Bucky as he turned his attention to the small child clutching onto his arm. Sighing, he ran his hand through the kids hair.

  "Humph." The kid breathed out tiredly, trying to shuffled upright though unable to with the 'heavy' weight upon his chest. It was Bucky's arm that was apparently weighing him down. The small boy was unable to lift it off of him, his body to weak from the constant abuse dealt to it.

  "Y-You feeling okay?" Bucky stuttered out softly, lifting his arm from the boy. He didn't understand why, but around the kid everything was easier. Sure it was only a little, but even a little made a big difference. He felt like he was safe with him, like he would always be welcomed when it came to the small child. As much as he liked that feeling, the one that made him felt noticed and vulnerable, he hoped the kid felt the same way as he didn't wish to use the kid for his own gain.

  "Hey, hey, please don't cry, I've got you, I've got you. Shhh, I've got you." Bucky whisper to the kid as he placed his own clothes around the kids small figure. His large shirt having covered the smaller boys entitled figure. He continued to cradle the crying boy to his chest, listening to his soft heartbeat as he laid beside him.

  Peter closed his eyes, as the heavy object lifted from his chest. Though that wasn't enough, in simple terms he felt trapped, stuck beneath the heavy like object that was still laying atop of him. It wasn't a physical object to say, more so an object that was mental. One that was weighing him down physiologically.

  Peter was carrying many burdens, one being his past, another his present. He felt everything just then, it had hit him like a large bolder, and now, now he was trapped beneath it.

  "Peter?" Peter's breathing jolted, the familiar voice coming at him harder then expected. Shaking away the feeling, Peter glanced over to be met with none other then the blurry face of Bucky. He knew it was him because he had short black hair and a metal arm. "You fee-"

  Bucky stopped when the door opened from across the room, another blur having entered Peter's line of sight, causing his once steady body to shake violently. He tried shuffling away, though didn't make it far when the rules he knew all to well had decided to kick in. Without a second thought Peter had his head bowed out in submission, lowered out of fear. His breathing had grown heavier, hands tightening around his kneecaps as he pressed his recently opened eyes back together.

Bucky placed a protective arm in front of the boy, shifting himself so the kid was behind him. Safe, behind him. Bucky too was wary, it was uncomfortable for him to be around unfamiliar characters, especially now since the trembling boy was with him. He felt an urge to protect him, so that is what he tried to do.